Charles "Charlie" Raymond King
August 8, 1939 ~ March 22, 2022
Charles Raymond King Jr, age 82, passed away on March 23rd, 2022. Born August 8th, 1939, in Mooresville, Indiana, to Charles Roscoe King Sr. and Geneva Melinda (Medsker) King, Charlie lived on Bunker Hill Road his entire life with his loving family.
Charlie owned and operated a paint and body shop for tractor trailers for many years before deciding to get some fresh air. Finding an old, beat-up cab over engine design truck, Charlie fixed it, painted it, and then started hauling produce from Florida to Indiana. He kept this same do it yourself attitude for over 50 years as an owner operator of a tractor trailer company, hauling across the United States until his retirement two years ago at the age of 80. At which point he went right back to painting.
Charlie is survived by his former wife Donna (Neitzel) King, son Jerry (Terry) King, sister Elsie Fultz, grandchildren Amanda Green, Christina King, and Kevin King, great-grandchildren Jayden, Brody, Kiera, Ty, Alexys, and Dax.
Charlie’s final wishes were to be cremated. No formal services will be observed at this time.
Final arrangements and cremation are entrusted to Carlisle Branson Funeral Service & Crematory, Mooresville. Please visit www.CarlisleBranson.com to share a favorite memory or to sign the online guest registry.
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Jerry so sorry to hear about your Dad. Prayers and thoughts are with you and Terry and family.
We lost a great man. My grandpa. He was a bit stubborn and didn’t talk much and if he didnt like you he would tell you. (Thats where me, dad, and brother get it from) He was the first one to teach me to drive. My grandma cheated and took all of the entry forms from the kroger in mooresville and brought them home to fill them out for the pepsi mobile gokart. We won it and grandma wouldnt let me drive it. She would push me around the drive way. Grandpa wouldnt let me drive it for the longest time. He would pull it out every weekend and make me wash it, then grandma would push me around. One weekend he sent grandma to the store and pulled that go kart out for me to wash. AGAIN! Only this time he had mounted a wooden block on the gas pedal (so I could reach) and fired it up and told me to hurry up we didnt have much time before grandma got home. Heck with the break pedal lol. One day he told me to mow the grass in front of grandma Kings house. I had never driven the riding lawn mower. He gave me a 1 minute lesson and let me go. I never told anyone this till now. I hit the outhouse and knocked it off the foundation about 3 inches. I just pretended like nothing happened. He was also the first one to let me shoot a gun. He brought out a .22 and told me to aim and shoot. I shot 2 times, he took the gun away from me and told me to go by a shot gun and make sure the person is close. (I am a much better shot now. dont try me) Grandpa was probably one of my biggest fans and supporters when it came to my go kart racing back in the day. He did all of my paint jobs and donated money for new tires. He always had a picture of me and my go kart hanging in the shop. I worked with him for a short time when I was about 16 in the body shop. I was so excited to paint. He never let me do that though because he was so particular. I did however get massive strawberries on my fingers from hand sanding and learned to tape like no other. I have many other great memories of this man but these are my most favorite. Till I see you again grandpa….
Charlie was a great icon in the paint & body world. Everyone who knew him idolized him! You’ll be missed my good friend, until we meet again! Chet Gibbs
The Bend on Bunker Hill In memory of Charles R. “Charlie” King, Jr, Saturday morning, every now and then I’ll go up on the hill, up around the bend I’ll look in for the light to see if Charlie’s there and hope to find him sitting in that old worn chair I’ll hear the television turned on way up loud and wait around to visit with the weekend crowd Once again he’ll turn the TV volume down and let me know what’s going on in parts around Maybe we will haul another load or two… do some armchair farming like we often do He’ll make a cup of coffee, then sit down again and finish with the news about his other friends For fifty years I’ve traveled up around that bend and though I won’t see Charlie in his chair again I’ll spend some weekend mornings up on Bunker Hill As long as I am living he’ll be living, still. All of us who mourn his loss appreciate your consideration and services. You may reach me at 317-439-9967 or trailswestltd@icloud.com. -Jim Imhausen
Jerry, Terry and Family! Our sincerest Condolence, on the passing of your Dad. The Fairhurst’s, Bruce and Rose