Clayton H. Corrigan
1932 – 2024
Clayton H. Corrigan, known fondly as Clay, passed away on June 8, 2024. Born on February 16, 1932, Clay grew up in the beautiful woods of northern Wisconsin. After high school, Clay enrolled in the ROTC program at Iowa State University obtaining a degree in Forestry Management. Upon graduation, he was accepted into the USAF pilot program. As a young lieutenant, he was assigned to Pease, Air Force Base, New Hampshire, where he met and married his wonderful Barbara. Together, they raised five children while the Air Force took them to Michigan, Alaska, Nebraska, and finally, Oklahoma. Clay served his country with pride in the Vietnam War and retired from the Air Force after 25 years of dedicated service.
A devout Catholic, Clay’s life centered around his faith and his family. He was a steadfast father, a devoted husband, and a loving grandfather, supporting his grandchildren in their endeavors.
Clay had a passion for road trips, liked coffee, hunting, and spending summers at the family cabin in Anderson, Wisconsin. Clay also enjoyed working in his workshop crafting many lovely things from wood.
Clay is preceded in death by his parents, George and Lacarda Corrigan, his wife of 55 years, Barbara, and his sons David and Daniel. Clay is survived by his sister, Kathleen Reed, and his children, CarolAnn, Karen, and Paul. He also leaves behind his five cherished grandchildren: Emily, Brenna, Molly, Saul, and Megan.
Clay’s family and friends will forever remember his devotion to his faith, his unwavering support for those he loved, and his generosity in all things.
A Funeral Mass will be Saturday, June 15, 2024 at 10:00 a.m. at St. John the Baptist Catholic Church in Edmond, Oklahoma. Interment is to follow beginning at 11:30 a.m. at Arlington Memory Gardens in Midwest City, Oklahoma.
Clayton Corrigan, or as I called him, Papa Clayton was one of the few people that I could listen to all day long. He had an abundance of stories to tell and I looked forward to each and every one. Even the times where he had nothing to say I sat in blissful silence.
One of my favorite memories of him was the time we were on a ski trip and he taught us all how to play gin. I have since forgotten the rules, and all the sayings that he came up with, but I’ll never forget the memory.
Papa Clayton, It’ll miss you and I’ll love you always
I’m late to this, but my mother was one of Clayton’s cousins. I met him a few times in the 2000s at reunions when I was up north, and later, at a funeral. He was unfailingly kind to all, even those who had wronged him. I will remember his stories… and his gentleness. I also met Barbara a few times, and what a lovely reunion in Heaven that must have been.