Our family and the Paulson’s were next door neighbours at the Baptist Mission in Impala Avenue, Kampala in the late 1960’s.

Parents Brian and Sheila Castle were Quakers, both now deceased, but memories of our time together with Russ, Lois, Scott, Kent in that special place, and time, live on.

Scott and Kent were the same ages as us and we all attended Nakasero School, shared the transport - and a wonderful garden.

We remember them returning from fishing for Nile Perch and displaying their enormous bounty on our drive.

After we left Uganda they visited us at our home in Sevenoaks, UK.

We only knew Scott when we were young. Looking at his memorial website – the stories, pictures, family and friends are testament to the outstanding man he became.

It is shocking and very sad for us to hear of his tragic passing.

We send our heartfelt condolences and love,

Jonathan Castle and Elizabeth Knock (née Elizabeth Castle)

I first met Scott and his family in 1967 when my father's job brought us to Uganda.  

Scott will always be "Scotty" to me. My fondest childhood memories are in Africa and spending time with the Paulson's are among them. I remember our families fishing on the Nile together, spending time in the bush, on Safari, teaching the Gospel and taking a ride on Scotty's go-cart.  While on one fishing trip, a herd of hippos came up for air and almost capsized our boat nearly taking Kent overboard! 

 Through the years our families remained in touch. When I was living in San Diego, Scotty was there with another missionary pilot by way of a small plane. Scotty invited me to a ride and do a "fly-over" of the community and my home. I would've declined the offer from anyone else to fly in a small plane but not from Scotty. With all his experience, knowledge and training, I knew he could land a plane anywhere if we got in trouble so I took him up on his offer. Just like your video showed, before taking off, Scotty prayed over our flight. 

In recent years we would meet up for conversation at my parents house in Spokane, WA when he would be in town on assignment.
Scotty was always an encouragement! 

 The countenance he had with reverence to his Savior and Lord, and love for his beautiful family will always be remembered. 

With love and remembrance.
Shari (Kluver) Bacon

My deepest sympathy to Eunice, your Kids & Scott’s parents & Kent. I loved seeing you 2 together at RVA . So glad for the years of marriage & service you had together & the testimony to Jesus you’ve had; the lives you both impacted for the Kingdom. 

Thinking of you & praying for you. Hugs, Grace Harris Michael 

Such a Beautiful service and testimony and legacy of a job “well done” Dad, mom, and I watched together in spirit with all of you. I’ve always been inspired by your missions and have enjoyed growing up following this legacy!

Sending our love and prayers ,

Cori 

After finishing the race a reward is given, and since we race with a purpose of receiving reward at the end, All of our efforts is richly rewarded at the end when we enter the rest.

Dear Scott, Congratulations, you finished the race and now the reward with Jesus undoubtedly,He who is faithful will never withhold anything Good from his children.

To Eunice , remember we will be re united again and when "His enemies have been put under his feet" , all the anguish we go through will be changed to everlasting joy and glorious ruling. My prayer Eunice is Let the demise of Scott's earthly tent be a source of joy and confirmation to you that as surely as God lives, the hope of glory we are awaiting is real. May His holy spirit lead you to the right path avoiding sin at any cost so that you will be at peace with almighty God all the time.

My deepest sympathies to Eunie and family.  I really wanted to come to the memorial service but came down with COVID a couple days ago.  Scott and I were college roommates his last year at LeTourneau.  I was an incoming freshman at the time and was late to arrive on campus due to prior commitments.  I was unpacking my belongings in the dorm room and in came Scott, wearing his Uganda t-shirt soaked with sweat and stinking of body odor.  He had been playing soccer all afternoon.  I thought, "Oh wow, this is going to be interesting..." and I'm sure he probably said "oh wow, I thought I was going to have a room to myself all semester."  Anyway, we got along well and he was a great mentor.  We even shared common names, mine was Douglas Scott and his was Scott Douglas.

One of my earliest memories was when Scott thought it would be a good idea to prank another dorm buddy.  Our little dorm room was next to the restroom and Scott figured out that the air conditioning duct ran through our ceiling and vented in the restroom directly over a toilet.  Sure enough, he climbed up on my bunk bed, lifted the ceiling panel, separated the duct at a joint and poured a large cup of water in the duct, allowing it to run down the vent and soaking the unsuspecting sitter.  Moments later we heard the holler and we both suffered the revenge.   Evidently it wasn't too hard to figure out who did it!  It might have been the first time I was thrown in the pond.  That was the start of my college experience. Thanks, Scott!

One other memory was when he was convinced the government was suppressing evidence about a carburetor that would allow a car to get something like 100 miles per gallon.  He had read an article somewhere about this carburetor and was convinced it was possible.  He thought the government was trying to keep the automakers from using it because it would hurt the oil/gas industry.  He talked about making  his own carburetor.  I still wonder if that ever happened.  

I am so grateful for Scott and his life.  He was such a positive influence to me and so many people.   He was such a joy to be around.  We still have a picture of the Paulson family on our refrigerator and have regularly prayed for them over the past 40+ years.   We will continue to pray for comfort and peace for the family during this time.  

Doug Roszhart

Greenville, TX 

P.S. I don't remember if he started saying "rats" because of me or if I learned it from him. I still use that term today.  

One of the things I loved about Scott, and will sorely miss, is he always had a listening ear.  He was someone I could go to and share frustrations, and challenges and he would listen and always had a way to encourage me.

I remember on one occasion that my oldest son had exhibited some behavioral attitudes I didn't care for much as his dad.  I came into the office, and Scott could tell something wasn't quite right with me.  So I started to tell him what was going on at home.

After Scott listened for a bit, he asked me how old my son was.  I stated, "He's 14 almost 15 years old".

Scott broke out in his well-known belly laugh and was tearing up before he could get his words of 'encouragement' out.  

"Well B.J." Scott said, "It's going to be a bit of a journey over the next few years, well, let's see.  When your son hits about 20-21, wait, no, for a boy it's more like 22-23, you'll get the phone call.  It will be something like, 'Dad, you were right' or 'I've learned a lot in the past few years', and it will all change. But until then, hang on tight, be steady and pray over him.  Always be available, and uncompromising."

Truer words couldn't have been said.

--B.J. Diggins

A fun short memory with Scott as a flight instructor.  

At the beginning of each training orientation group, we take a day to travel around to visit the local grass runways with the new pilots and mechanics.  For most of them, they have little to no experience operating on grass and probably have never surveyed a runway to set it up for safe operations.

During the process, we walk the entire runway, looking for hazards, surface conditions, clearance angles to the trees on approach and departure, etc.  We often use these large fiberglass cones to mark the touchdown zones and the ends of the runway.

These cones act as a sort of greenhouse on the grass runway and can attract fire ants to mound inside of them where they build their colonies....

I remember on this day I was explaining to the trainees the unique features of this particular runway.  Suddenly, I start hearing this commotion, cries of "no, no, NO" and as I turned, there was Scott, stripping off his pants in the middle of the runway and slapping his legs.  He had kicked on one of those cones, and proceeded to stand there, only to get attacked by the fire ants.  

For those who don't know how fire ants attack, they swarm in a stealth-like manner covering the victim and then have a way of signaling to each other when to bite. The hundreds of fire ants simultaneously sting a the same time, thus the 'fire' feeling.

Scott recovered fine, and of course, he still had a smile on his face and could laugh about it over the next few days, even while itching the bites.

I will never forget the day I saw more of Scott than I had seen previously out on a runway.

--B.J. Diggins

I left Kenya before Scott started attending RVA, so was not a part of their early days as a couple.  I  met  Scott in 1977 when I returned to Kenya from college  for Christmas and quickly saw there was something very special with these two.  Scott has been a steady, consistent presence in our family since those teen years and we have so appreciated and loved having him in our family.  His "can do" attitude was infectious and motivating, his smile and laugh was genuine and he was always the ultimate encourager.  He was a story teller, a leader, a teacher, a mentor, a husband, and a friend to so many,, but mostly he was a deeply devoted follower of Jesus Christ.  A great void is left in the family today, and there are shoes that will never be filled, but Scott left a strong legacy of faith in his family and has given them the tools they need to carry on.  A year ago my husband asked him how we could pray for him.....and he simply said, "that I would finish well."  That was Scott.  Well done my friend so now I will "say goodbye without leaving." (inside joke - but kinda true eh?  I can hear your hearty laugh in my head)

2 Timothy 4:7-8

I have fought long and hard for my Lord, and through it all I have kept true to him. And now the time has come for me to stop fighting and rest.  In heaven a crown is waiting for me, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on that great day of his return. And not just to me but to all those whose lives show that they are eagerly looking forward to his coming back again.

Dear Eunie and Family,

We're praying for you all doing this hard time and we grieve with you. We are also grateful that Scott is now with Jesus and his cancer and pain is replaced with complete healing and joy.

I have impactful memories of Scott even as we've lived on different continents for much of my life. His friendly smile and willingness to share stories and laughter are what I remember about Scott from those times we've been able to see each other.  When Scott was flying out of Nairobi, I used tell anyone that I knew was going to east Africa on missions trips to look for my cousin Scott.  More often than not Scott was their pilot as they went from Kenya to other locations in the region. When I saw them again they all mentioned how friendly and warm Scott was.

It was a fun surprise a few years ago when Scott called me and asked if he could stay at our place as he was heading back to North Carolina after a visit with Chris' family in Australia and a stop at the Moody Flight School in Spokane. We had a church small group Christmas party that night and Scott came and, of course, was the hit of the party visiting with everyone and sharing some of his powerful stories from Africa, flying and flight training.

I'm thankful for Scott's life and the great impact he's had on his family, friends and many others around the world.

God bless you!

I was blessed to witness the beginning of this sweet, life-long love story!

I lived with Eunie and her family while I was on a six month mission term with AIM.   

He was the cutie and she was the beauty, and the rest is history, precious history.  

This photo was taken at Jamhuri Park in Nairobi during the Bicentennial July 4th celebration in 1976.  The RVA Choir was singing patriotic songs to the ex-pat population in honor of the occasion.    The love between them was visible very early on and lasted a lifetime....priceless pair.