Lucy L. Johnson-Nelson Sunrise August 9, 1922 Sunset May 6, 2020

Lucy L. Johnson-Nelson was born to the late Ola Johnson Stinson and Louis Wilkes, on August 9, 1922, in Inverness, Alabama.

Lucy’s aspirations were to become a licensed practical nurse and attended the University of Alabama, School of Nursing, but was unable to complete her studies, due to an illness. She relocated to New York , where she resided for over 70 years.

Lucy worked for over 20 years, until its closure at the Sunshine Corporation in LIC, NY. Her intolerance for injustice, moved her to become a Case Worker for the New York City Dept of Social Services. Her commitment to compassion and ensuring that she achieved and performed her job well, led to her becoming a Supervisor in the same Department. Upon retirement she had more than 20 years of service.

While Living in Flushing NY, Lucy attended Mt. Horeb Baptist Church. Once she moved to Jamaica, she became a devout member of St. Benedict the Moor Church, where she met and later married the love of her life Ashton Nelson. They shared 10 loving years together, until Ashton presided her in death.

She was classy, poised and well spoken. She was known as our “Fashionista” and had a passion for shopping at various boutiques, listening to the “Big Band “music, having the TV watch her, the casino,

making homemade bread and oil and vinegar salad dressing. She took extreme pride in her family and believed in family unity. She had an abundance of family and friends who loved and cherished her. No matter the title, wife, sister, aunt or friend, she was and will always be “The Duchess”

Never having children of her own, she leaves to mourn her death, a loving brother Alvin Johnson of Duluth Georgia, Nephew, Richard T. Hough (Christiana) affectionately known as “Brother” Cambria Heights, NY, 3 devoted nieces, Beverly Parris of Bayside, NY, Brenda Parris Harper of Ft. Lauderdale Fla, and Faye N. Johnson of Brooklyn, NY, 2 loving caregivers, Marie Smothers andCamelia Ram, a lifelong friend Jimmie Cooley Broadneck of Union Spring, Alabama, a host of nieces, nephews, family and friends.

The Broken Chain

We little knew that day God was going to call your name. In life we loved your dearly, In death, we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you. You did not go alone. For part of us went with you, The day God called you home. You left us beautiful memories, Your love is still our guide. And although we cannot see you, You are always at our side. Our Family chain is broken, And nothing seems the same. But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again.

Lovingly submitted, The Family

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.francisxhatton-fh.com for the Nelson family.