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Oodles of Doodles

 OCTOBER 03, 2021

Now, don’t get it twisted! Grandpa Ray was a hard, manual worker all his life and even went abroad during WWII, fighting off the Germans and Italians for the U.S. Army. But, there was also a softer side to Mr. Millhouse, and it was showcased in the form of sketches, drawings, and even poetry.

Raymond Lee Millhouse, drawing, ca. 1997.

Raymond Lee Millhouse, drawing, ca. 1997.

Week 34: Character

When I think of character, I immediately think of classic cartoon characters, like Snoopy, Woodstock, Charlie Brown, and the Peanuts Gang. These were spunky faces my grandpa would always draw in his sketchbooks.

Raymond Lee Millhouse, drawing, ca. 1997.

Raymond Lee Millhouse, drawing, ca. 1997.

He appeared to be a huge fan of Charles M. Schulz’s comic strips, because he’d clip them out of the newspaper and bind them together in a notebook, which I still have to this day.

Kira Foltz and maternal grandfather Ray Miillhouse, Feb. 1995, Hawthorne, California.

Kira Foltz and maternal grandfather Ray Miillhouse, Feb. 1995, Hawthorne, California.

But he was also always inventing his own little, amusing illustrations and writing original rhymes. I’d like to think he and Walt Disney and Ub Iwerks would have gotten along, had they run in the same circles. And perhaps Ray would have ended up a professional cartoonist if he hadn’t gone into mill work and aeronautical engineering. I’m sure his career set him up with good, decent wages, but I know his passions laid with his light-hearted designs.

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