Victor Donald Johnson

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Victor Donald Johnson Veteran

Birth
Perry, Lake County, Ohio, USA
Death
26 Nov 2009 (aged 95)
Burial
Perry, Lake County, Ohio, USA Add to Map
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Victor Johnson was my husband's maternal uncle, the eldest brother of his mother, Avelda Ruth "Dolly" Johnson Weber.

Victor was born on March 9, 1914, in Perry, Ohio, to Floy Vivian (Penhollow) and Mark B. Johnson.

He married Sarah J. Holstead on August 14, 1950.

Victor worked for IRC Fibers for 34 years. He also worked for the Madison School System, retiring in 1976.

Together with his wife, he was a member of Perry Christian Church. He was a veteran of World War II, having served three years overseas in the US Army Signal Corps.

He enjoyed playing the piano and the organ.

Victor was survived by his daughter, Vickie Jean (Terry) Wakelee of Perry; two sons: Bruce D. (Debra) Johnson of Tucson, Arizona and Larry K. Johnson of Liberty Hill, Texas; four grandchildren: Steve, Mathew, Jessica, and Alison; three great-grandchildren: Hannah, Luke, and Andrew; five sisters: Lois M. Kacur of Avon, Vera L. Johnson of Madison, Neva (Jerry) Sims of Mentor, Dolly (Stan) Weber of Rossford, and Jessie Sabo of Perry; and three brothers: Vaughn (Marilyn) Johnson of Perry, Ben (Sara) Johnson of Willoughby, and Charles P. (Nancy) Johnson of Perry.

He was preceded in death by his wife, Sarah Johnson; parents, Mark B. and Floy Vivian Johnson; and brother, Dale Johnson.

Private family services were observed.

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Of nearness to her sundered Things
The Soul has special times --
When Dimness -- looks the Oddity --
Distinctness -- easy -- seems --

The Shapes we buried, dwell about,
Familiar, in the Rooms --
Untarnished by the Sepulchre,
The Mouldering Playmate comes --

In just the Jacket that he wore --
Long buttoned in the Mold
Since we -- old mornings, Children -- played --
Divided -- by a world --

The Grave yields back her Robberies --
The Years, our pilfered Things --
Bright Knots of Apparitions
Salute us, with their wings --

As we -- it were -- that perished --
Themself -- had just remained till we rejoin them --
And 'twas they, and not ourself
That mourned.


= Emily Dickinson =

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Victor Johnson was my husband's maternal uncle, the eldest brother of his mother, Avelda Ruth "Dolly" Johnson Weber.

Victor was born on March 9, 1914, in Perry, Ohio, to Floy Vivian (Penhollow) and Mark B. Johnson.

He married Sarah J. Holstead on August 14, 1950.

Victor worked for IRC Fibers for 34 years. He also worked for the Madison School System, retiring in 1976.

Together with his wife, he was a member of Perry Christian Church. He was a veteran of World War II, having served three years overseas in the US Army Signal Corps.

He enjoyed playing the piano and the organ.

Victor was survived by his daughter, Vickie Jean (Terry) Wakelee of Perry; two sons: Bruce D. (Debra) Johnson of Tucson, Arizona and Larry K. Johnson of Liberty Hill, Texas; four grandchildren: Steve, Mathew, Jessica, and Alison; three great-grandchildren: Hannah, Luke, and Andrew; five sisters: Lois M. Kacur of Avon, Vera L. Johnson of Madison, Neva (Jerry) Sims of Mentor, Dolly (Stan) Weber of Rossford, and Jessie Sabo of Perry; and three brothers: Vaughn (Marilyn) Johnson of Perry, Ben (Sara) Johnson of Willoughby, and Charles P. (Nancy) Johnson of Perry.

He was preceded in death by his wife, Sarah Johnson; parents, Mark B. and Floy Vivian Johnson; and brother, Dale Johnson.

Private family services were observed.

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Of nearness to her sundered Things
The Soul has special times --
When Dimness -- looks the Oddity --
Distinctness -- easy -- seems --

The Shapes we buried, dwell about,
Familiar, in the Rooms --
Untarnished by the Sepulchre,
The Mouldering Playmate comes --

In just the Jacket that he wore --
Long buttoned in the Mold
Since we -- old mornings, Children -- played --
Divided -- by a world --

The Grave yields back her Robberies --
The Years, our pilfered Things --
Bright Knots of Apparitions
Salute us, with their wings --

As we -- it were -- that perished --
Themself -- had just remained till we rejoin them --
And 'twas they, and not ourself
That mourned.


= Emily Dickinson =

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