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kathleen clabaugh posted a condolence
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Mr Calendar was my 5th grade teacher. I was having difficulty both at home and at school and Mr. Calendar was always there to help. Even today I use some of the techniques he taught me in math.
He was always happy and we looked forward to being in his class.
Mr. Calendar had a habit of leaning on his desk. On his birthday someone had made a sheet cake for him to share in his class. Of course it was on his desk when he backed up and leaned his backside into the cake. As a 5th grader we couldn’t have laughed harder and of course he laughed with us. He was a wonderful teacher and one of my favorites. My life ever changed by his spirit. I’m sure I’m only one of many!
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Jerilyn Walley posted a condolence
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Mr Calendar was a wonderful teacher who really got kids. When teaching 5th grade at LP Brown, he would read for 15 minutes to us after recess. He'd dim the lights, stand by the door window and have us put our heads on our desks. When he read "Where the Red Fern Grows" there's wasn't a dry eye in the room. He was passionate about the civil war and brought artifacts he'd collected to show the class - I particularly remember the cannonball he has us pass around. He will be missed by the many he touched.
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Chris Blackwell posted a condolence
Thursday, February 21, 2019
Mark was truly a remarkable man. A man of great patience and generosity. Having lost both my parents some years back, I took comfort in the love that Mark showered upon me. The fact that I took away his only daughter to live at the other end of the world - well he never let the hurt show.
One of my fond memories is of a day – a Saturday – Marylin would have been up with the sparrows perusing the Saturday paper, looking for garage sales. She would cut out ads for interesting looking sales and tape them in position on a plastic covered city map. This would aid in formulating a strategic route. Once the team was gathered, we would head off with Mark at the helm of the family station wagon (always a Ford). Cries of take “no prisoners” could be heard floating in the dust of our rapid departure. Apart from the obligatory stop for coffee and muffins Mark would allow no deviations. This family took the hunt seriously. Mark’s negotiating tactics were amazing. He explained it to me once as “the shock factor”. On finding an item of interest he would offer a quarter – even if the item was priced at twenty dollars! The shocked seller would often capitulate. Fascinating to watch.
If I appear to have digressed, it is only to paint the scene of our confusion when, on the morning in question, we had barely alighted the vehicle at yet another stop in the map when Mark jumped back in the rig, dropped it into Drive and called for an immediate departure. I remember barley getting my butt into a seat as the mighty Ford was already rolling. “It’s a V sale” was his response to being questioned about the apparent sudden boycott. “What’s a V sale” we all asked at once. A vasectomy sale of course. The couple have decided to have no more kids, so the yard is littered with swings, toys, plastic pools, lurid dinosaurs in faded neon pink and all the other clutter of western style child rearing. Mark could spot a V sale from the curb, so you better be ready to get back aboard!
Back at home, there would be a variety of items which demanded immediate dissection on the kitchen table. Clocks, watches, toys and items of undeterminable purpose were rapidly subjected to a disassociation of their various parts. Mark could wield a jeweller’s screwdriver like a surgeon’s blade. Once all apart and surveyed, the pile of bits would be swept aside to make room for soup and toast. The special memory associated to this story happened next. Scott took a disdainful look at the mess of parts claiming the corner of the table and challenged Mark “well aren’t you going to put them all back together?” Mark, somewhat taken aback replied “No – I’ve gleaned the goodness from them. I have no interest in their reassembly”. There it is – a life philosophy revealed at the kitchen table. Every item understood and appreciated for its internal detail. Mark gleaned the goodness out of life. This gleaning made him happy, contented patient and loving. A giant in my estimation.
Chris Blackwell. Much loved Son-In-Law. Queensland Australia. February 22 2019.
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