By Dave Thornton
Robert W. Raymond (CCS class of 1958) was a deeply religious man,
who especially cherished and honored kindred and friends who had
toiled honorably in the military service of their country.
In his family, the line of soldiers reaches back,
generation before generation, to the American Revolution, and
embraces every war in which Americans have fought.
Many of you knew Bob far longer than I did.
I did not know him when he and Carleton Foster
and Paul Schneider and other young people about the Village were
sports car enthusiasts, enamored of the tiny, two cycle, front-wheel
drive master-piece then exported by Saab.
I did not know Bob when his sobriquet was "Speed"
and he and this coterie of close companions voyaged each October to
Watkins Glen for the big sports car rally, where they worked as
flagmen.
I did not know Bob in his Navy days during the
Vietnam era, when he served on a salvage vessel in the Caribbean,
plucking space satellites from the sea.
Bob's life was like a well-cut jewel. It had many
facets.
He was a skilled model builder. Indeed, his home
is lined with miniature World War II war ships and antique railroad
models.
He was very proud of being an alumnus of
Cambridge Central School. I remember him deciding the old Alumni
Association should be reactivated, so he compiled one of his famous
lists.
He found and entered into the computer the name
of every student to graduate from Cambridge High School, from its
founding in 1891 to the present year, together with addresses and
phone numbers of the living.
Who but Bob Raymond would have even considered
such an undertaking?
You may know that these past few years Bob was so
crippled by arthritis that in order to operate the computer he
grasped a stylus in one hand and entered every word and command one
character at a time.
And yet, he would labor long nights entering into
the computer lengthy texts of local history.
By the end of his life, Bob was fully disabled.
Often he visited Mary McClellan Hospital; indeed,
at times he lived there, where his displays of courage and
character made him the special friend of doctors, nurses and staff.
For you see, nothing ever defeated Bob Raymond.
His strength of will, his great mental powers, and his belief in a
mighty, intervening God, led him in triumph through physical
tribulations that would have sent lesser men to their graves long
before.
I got to know Bob about the time he applied his
peculiar organizational genius to the local custom of celebrating
the Fourth of July by floating down the Battenkill on an inner tube.
Bob and company converted the custom to a
"controlled" float, known as The Battenkill Predicted Log Race.
The community went slightly daft each year in
designing and building crafts with no more practical purpose than to
support the weight of four wet humans and an ice chest of beer,
while drawing no more than two inches of water on a timed drift down
the Battenkill on the Fourth of July. It was Bob's kind of
challenge.
Bob's was a most receptive and retentive mind. I
think he never met an idea or concept that he didn't like, or
couldn't improve.
They say that Bob survived seven heart attacks
before the muscle became so devastated that the eighth took him from
us.
But let us set the record straight. Bob Raymond
didn't die from having too little "heart".
He died from having too much "heart".
Every time Old Cambridge needed something done
that required great skill and straight thinking, we turned to Bob
Raymond.
He expended his intellect and the strength of his
crippled body responding to the calls of his Community.
Bob was the resident expert on our covered
bridges. He quite literally wrote the book on the bridges of Old
Cambridge.
With his buddy Carleton, he built some of the now
lost bridges, precisely to scale.
Bob was a community activist in the very best
sense. When some hapless Washington County highway engineer or
supervisor sought to remove a bridge or make a repair that was not
true to the original design, he would hear from Bob Raymond.
Bob helped save the Shushan and Rexleigh covered
bridges. And when it looked like Buskirk would lose its famous
bridge, and that shoddy repairs would be made at Eagleville, Bob,
the noble Knight in badly rusted armor, sallied forth.
At the time of his death, Bob was serving on a
County committee to over-see and advise on all repairs to his
beloved bridges.
He was the premier historian of Old Cambridge. In
the 1970s, Bob, Carleton, and Kerry McKernon prepared slide programs
on turn of the century Cambridge and The Great Cambridge Fair.
Later, Bob, Carleton and I wrote grants and
formed organizations to save local historical documents. We
published the popular, Old Cambridge History Book of 1988. Bob did
two of its best chapters.
Then we founded OCARC: The Old Cambridge Archive
and Records Center. Under the OCARC banner, Bob and I published six
separate monographs of local history.
Bob took a Front Line role in the successful
drive to erect a monument to Rick Maussert, Old Cambridge's only
Medal of Honor recipient.
When we formed COMPHROC, the Committee to raise a
Permanent Honor Roll to the Veterans of Old Cambridge, Bob headed
the committee that wrote the ground rules.
That is, Bob wrote the ground-rules and we on his
committee admired and agreed to them.
Characteristically, Bob took on that part of the
task which, in years past, had proven impossible. He set out to
create the complete list of eligible veterans whose names will go on
the Honor Roll.
Long into the night, he would labor alone on this
formidable under-taking, bent with his stylus over the computer.
COMPHROC is the last community service project
that Robert W. Raymond was involved with.
Had Bob been more prone to say "no" to such
requests, it is possible that he would be with us yet. But he was
inclined to live life beyond what his frail constitution could
support.
He thought and worked in the superlative degree;
seeking to know and to do what was right; and, always, to create the
best.
He was a Soldier Knight, dedicated to the defense
of the realm and protection of the innocent.
Knights of legend were sent forth bearing
deliberate handicaps, the more to ennoble their triumphs. So it was
with Bob, who fought battles and performed good deeds while encased
in badly dented and sadly rusted armor.
But Soldier Raymond, like the Butterfly in its
chrysalis, has now shed his shabby, Earth-bound form and stands this
morning in the ranks of the Hosts of God. He stands resplendent in
an armor so fresh and bright that it blinds the mortal eye; an armor
so strong that it scorns the tarnishing forces of Man.