Charles “Charlie” Homer Bair III

Charles “Charlie” Homer Bair III, 83, passed away April 26, 2026

He was born Sept. 2, 1942.

Charlie could walk into any room, sit down next to a complete stranger and within a few minutes be talking to a new friend. He was curious, genuinely interested in people and ideas, history, how things work, and why people are the way they are. He loved to talk with anyone and everyone about everything. Charlie was also a great – if not always trustworthy – storyteller. Of course, his stories always began in the neighborhood of the truth, but his mind and his soul loved to wander, and his stories did too. The point of his stories was never simply the facts; rather, the point was to find some meaning, to make a connection, to share in a little bit of something real.

Charlie earned a BBA from the University of Cincinnati and an MBA from Xavier, then spent the better part of four decades doing work that required a specific combination of nerve and imagination: walking into institutions that were broken and making them whole. As President and CEO of hospitals across Ohio – in Greenfield, Canton, Hillsboro and Troy – he turned insolvencies into surpluses, merged struggling community hospitals into what became one of the most comprehensive rural health systems in the country, and developed programs in psychiatric care, rehabilitation, and chronic illness that served people who had almost nowhere else to turn. He founded one of the only successful hospital-owned health insurance companies in the United States. The Joint Commission on Accreditation of Healthcare Organizations recognized his contributions with a special commendation from their Board of Governors. Accomplishments that are really quite impressive. But for Charlie it was all much simpler than that, for he was committed, always, to assuring that ordinary people in ordinary towns got the care that they deserved and might not otherwise have had. 

At a moment in life and a career when most people would have coasted, Charlie did something that was, on reflection, completely in character: He started over. He moved to Carthage, Ill, taught ethics at Carl Sandburg College, worked as a community and economic development educator through the University of Illinois Extension, and served as Executive Director of the Western Illinois Economic Development Authority, doing the often unglamorous day-to-day work of keeping a region economically viable. Charlie, of course, didn’t make the move to Carthage only for a new career; he was also following his wife, Ada, as she became CEO of Memorial Hospital and Hancock County Senior & Childcare Services. Charlie supported Ada’s work not as an afterthought but as a priority, and he was proud of her and the work she does for their community in the particular way of someone who understands exactly what that job requires. And just as he did in the early years of their relationship, Charlie continued to write Ada letters – real ones, on paper, with impeccable penmanship and even better pens; the kind of letters that said plainly what we often spend a lifetime only implying. Charlie did not take love for granted.

And then, with a vision of creating a space for community and joy, Charlie opened Lillys’s Frozen Yogurt & Fudge in downtown Carthage, named in honor of Ada’s mom Lillian, and begun as a way to contribute meaningfully to Food for Thoughts. That vision for Lilly’s grew year-by-year, month-by-month, and sometimes week-by-week, until it encompassed a whole block, with pop-up Christmas and gift shops, a garden with plans for a topiary, a putt-putt golf course and enough games to fill a boardwalk. But that was the thing about Charlie: he was always onto the next idea. Living with the Bair meant keeping up with a mind that never really settled; there was always a new project forming, a new angle on an old problem, something he wanted to try or build or fix or understand. He was a tinkerer in the best sense: not restless out of dissatisfaction, but restless out of genuine delight in what might be possible. He could look at a neglected building, a struggling block, a piece of equipment that everyone else had written off, a story that was too committed to the facts, and see not what it was but what it could be. That quality of attention - patient, imaginative, unhurried – was something animals seemed to recognize in him too; they had a way of finding him and staying close.

If you ask people about Charlie they will usually note the same three things: his humor, his kindness, and his ability to meet people exactly where they are. He never talked past you, he was present and engaged, genuinely glad to be in a conversation. He made every community he was part of better. Not because it was a goal, but because that’s what happened when Charlie Bair showed up.

Charlie passed away at home Sunday, April 26, 2026, with Ada by his side. He was 83 years old and lived, by all accounts, a very good life.

He is survived by his wife, Ada Bair; his sister, Barbara Heighton and her husband, Dr. Doug Heighton and his beloved children and their families, Ben Bair, his wife Evelyn, and their children, Ellie and Portia; Jon Rowe, his wife Ina, and their children, Samantha, Jonathan, and McKenzie; Alisha Zimmerman and her husband, Jayson Edge, and their children Michael, Marcus, and Marisa; and Andrea Zimmerman and her husband, Alan Van Wyk as well as extended family members. He was also the proud great-grandfather of Michael and Brittany. He is survived, too, by the countless people across the communities he gave himself to.

Please direct memorials to Memorial Hospital Foundation Capital Campaign or The Legacy Theater Capital Campaign.

A celebration of life will be held later this summer in Carthage, Illinois. 

For more information, visit https://www.printyfuneralhome.com/.