OBITUARY

George H. Johnson

January 22, 1924March 3, 2013

JOHNSON, George H. 89 of Deerfield passed away March 3, 2013. He was born in Weymouth, MA. He entered the Army Air Corp during WWII at age 17 with his parents approval where he received his High School Diploma and his Wings simultaneously. He worked for New York Telephone in Long Island, NY and transferred and retired from Bell South. He was a creative man and holder of several patents, one of which was used on the NASA Space Shuttles. He was a member of the Knights of Columbus and the Moose Lodge and founding member of Our Lady of Mercy Catholic Church in Deerfield Beach. He was predeceased by his wife of 64 years Lillian and his son George M. Johnson. Survived by his daughters Joanne Johnson, Nancy Norton and Christine Kalbach, daughter-in-law Karen Johnson, 11 grandchildren and 8 great grandchildren. A Mass will be said at 10 am Sat. March 9, 2013 at Our Lady of Mercy Catholic Church followed by interment in Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens, Pompano Beach. Visitation will be Fri. March 8th from 2-4 and 6-8 pm at KRAEER-BECKER F.H. 217 E. Hillsboro Blvd. Deerfield Beach, Fl. (954) 427-5544. www.kraeerdeerfieldbeach.com

Services

  • Visitation Friday, March 8, 2013
  • Visitation Friday, March 8, 2013
  • Funeral Mass Saturday, March 9, 2013
REMEMBERING

George H. Johnson

have a memory or condolence to add?

ADD A MEMORY

receive updates when new memories are posted

RECEIVE UPDATES
Rosemarie Nelson

March 8, 2013

I was looking at the pictures of Aunt Lillian & Uncle George with all of you and it brought back so many wonderful memories. Uncle George always made me laugh, he was such a fun person to be with. My thoughts, prayers and love are with you.

Barbara Kennedy

March 7, 2013

Dear Johnson Family,
I have many memories of time spent at Joanne's house with Mr and Mrs Johnson....mostly, I remember how they were always smiling and how welcome they made me feel. Last time I had the honor of seeing them was at Joanne's birthday a few years ago...and they were still that sweet, smiling couple still making me feel welcome and comfortable. God gave them to each other and since a special 'set' can never be separated, He placed them back together again as one. Only this time they will live forever without the burdens that were placed on them in this world. God Bless you, Mr. Johnson, as Our Lord Jesus hugs you and reintroduces you to your precious wife and son.

Eleanor McCarthy

March 7, 2013

Our thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time.

Eleanor McCarthy and staff at Kraeer-Becker Funeral Home.

Chelsea McGarry

March 6, 2013

I have so many memories that I will keep close to my heart. One of my favorites was him teaching me how to catch minnows. He tied string around a mason jar filled with bits of stale bread. I remember thinking of what a great idea that was! Pop, Billy and I spent the afternoon catching minnows. Billy caught a snapping turtle on his fishing pole, too. Such a great day! Thanks for everything you taught me, and thanks for the memories. XOXO Chelsea

March 6, 2013

When I was young, around 9 or so, my father bought a white, 2 door, 4 seater, Chevy Nova convertible. My mother was horrified - what kind of car was that to get with 4 kids, a wife and mother-in law who all lived in the same house. My father loved that car and so did we. The first time we took a trip in that car up to Massachusetts to see my grandfather, my designated spot was in the front seat between the two buckets. My mother put a bed pillow between them so I would be more comfortable. We left on a Friday night after my father got home from work; it was pretty late when we left as my mom worked also so last minute things needed to be done. When we all got in the car I remember looking at my father and thinking he looked tired so I told him that I would help him stay awake while he was driving. He said he would not fall asleep and I responded by saying that I would keep him company then. He said "Ok then, we'll keep each other company."

Since it was late, everyone fell asleep on the way and my father and I kept each other company. We didn't always talk but we were comfortable being quiet with each other.

On every trip after that, the middle front seat on the pillows was my spot and keeping my father company my job.

I thought about those trips while I sat with him through the small hours of the night before he died. I am so grateful I was able to keep you company dad on that last trip. I love you, Nancy

FROM THE FAMILY
FROM THE FAMILY
FROM THE FAMILY
FROM THE FAMILY
FROM THE FAMILY