J. Clayton Allen
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Clayton Allen was born May 29, 1917, in Buhl, ID, (in a tent during a raging storm,) and he died November 5, 2010. His wife of 67 years, Vila Thygeson Allen preceded him in death. He is survived by his daughter, Barbara Allen Huston; two grandsons, Todd and Jeff Huston; and four great-grandchildren, Carly, Susannah, Joe and Dylan.
Clayton first lived in Rickreall, OR and later, in Salem, OR. As a teenager, he would work at what farm labor he could find, till he saved up some money to hop a train to San Francisco, out to discover the wonders of the world. When he ran out of money, he would again hop a train home, only to repeat his adventures. From Salem, he moved to Portland, OR to drive a bakery sales route. He married Vila Thygeson in Vancouver, WA on Christmas Eve, 1941. His daughter, Barbara, was born during WWII, while he was repairing Navy war-ships at the Bremerton shipyards. They moved to Wenatchee when the War ended. He was very successful in Real Estate. After "retiring," he invested in many properties, built several homes, subdivided properties and rentable houses, always having a project in the works. He loved the difficult or impossible, purposely seeking out properties that others thought unworkable. He built a home on many acres on what is now known as Skyline Drive. The City proposed "Allen Drive" but he insisted on Skyline Drive. Clayton lived an adventurous outdoor life. After retiring, he canoed in the Wilderness areas, 1000 miles on the Yukon River, as well as 500 miles in a ten day Mackenzie River canoe trip. And then a very exciting dirt bike trip with Ken Olson from the California border down the entire Baja peninsula, camping all the way. He also kayaked in the Ridge-to-River race several times, into his 80's. He truly enjoyed "roughing it," being with horses, camping, fishing, hiking, or anything else he could concoct. For 73 years, he was very active in the Seventh-Day Adventist Church and also in the support of the Worldwide SDA Church Missions. This summer, he was working ten hours a day on his latest building project and only backed off because he had to. After never being ill a day in his 93-1/2 years, Mesothelioma was the one foe he could not conquer.
Funeral Arrangements are planned for Monday, November 15, 2010, at 2:00 p.m., at the Wenatchee Seventh-Day Adventist Church on Fifth and Western Avenue. Interment will be at the Evergreen Memorial Park in East Wenatchee following the service. In lieu of flowers, gifts to Dr. Ron Fleck's Second Hope Ministries www.secondhopeministries.org (509-240-5054) are encouraged. Please express your thoughts and memories on the online guest book at jonesjonesbetts.com. Arrangements have been entrusted to Jones & Jones~Betts Funeral Home, Wenatchee.
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UPCOMING EVENTS
Saturday, May 26
"Manson-stock" Music Festival
Deep Water Amphitheater, Mill Bay Casino, Manson, 4 p.m.
Tuesday, May 29
Toastmasters
Chelan County PUD Auditorium, 327 N. Wenatchee Ave., 7 a.m.
Tuesday, May 29
The Half Pack at Heat Nightclub
Heat Nightclub, Mill Bay Casino, Manson, 8 p.m.
Wednesday, May 30
WVC Hepcats Swing Dance Classes
Wenatchee Valley Senior Activity Center, 7 p.m.



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kordstrom 1 year, 6 months ago
The Nine senses of J Clayton Allen. He helped me appreciate them all, especially the ninth one..........................................
If I had never been able to hear Would an old love song still ring in my ear Memories of young love with the hint of a tear? Had I never been able to hear?
If I had never been able to see Would the Northern Lights flicker and flee? Would sunsets appear in my reverie Had I never been able to see?
If I had never been able to smell Would essence of roses and lilacs tell The world is at Springtime - all is well? Had I never been able to smell.
If I had never been able to taste Would fresh Cherries picked in haste Release divine flavor - their savor unlaced Had I never been able to taste?
If I had never been able to feel Would coldness of ice cubes help injuries heal? Would softness of babies' skin make tenderness real Had I never been able to feel?
If I had never been able to speak Would I have helped the poor as well as the meek A more fulfilling life for them to seek? Had I never been able to speak.
If I had never felt any need Would I have offered the hungry to feed Or prayed for the skill the downtrodden to lead? If I had never felt any need.
If I had never on a sick bed lain And experienced the debilitating effect of pain Could I have understood there is much to gain? If I had never suffered pain.
If I had never been able to love I never would have known Clayton, or his Friend up above Or known his touch upon my soul Or the witness of his faith to make me whole Had I never had Clayton to love
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