John R. Kramer
January 6, 1925 – February 18, 2019
John R. Kramer, 94, of Nanuet, NY, formerly of Hillsdale and Emerson, NJ, peacefully passed away on February 18th. A more humble, unselfish and generous gentleman has never existed. Though our stepfather, step never belonged in the word. John treated my brother and I as if we were born his sons. Twice widowed, he treated his two late wives like queens. He maintained his ultra-positive attitude toward life despite experiencing much adversity. John was a proud World War II Veteran of the First Infantry Division. As a Medic, he bravely rushed injured soldiers off battlefields. After the war, he was an expert Graphic Artist for more than 40 years. Mechanically skilled, John built a number of his shops with his own two hands. Combining kindness and skill, he built a beautiful personalized cradle for a newborn nephew years ago. Just one of the countless acts of kindness that defined John. He thought of everyone but himself and had admirable ethical standards. He reminisced about love ballads and his mom’s delicious desserts. John is survived by his beloved stepson Glenn Lewis, devoted nephew Robert Talbot and wife Beverly, nieces Marie (Ruben) Ruiz, Paula (Tim) Tendick, Dorothy Kramer Robinette and several grandnieces and grandnephews. He was predeceased by stepson Larry Lewis, wives Frances Rawlins Kramer and Dorothy Lewis Kramer, brothers Karl Sr. and Paul, sister Amanda Talbot and nephew Karl Kramer. Visiting hours will be at the Becker Funeral Home, 219 Kinderkamack Road, Westwood, NJ on Monday, February 25th from 12-2 pm. Interment to follow at Westwood Cemetery. Donations in John’s memory to the Veterans Administration or St. Jude’s Hospital would be appreciated.
- Visitation Monday, February 25, 2019
- Committal Service Monday, February 25, 2019
John R. Kramer
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February 22, 2019
We are so sorry that we can't be there to celebrate Uncle Johnny's life. I have some very fond memories of him but the one that stands out the most happened so many years ago. We left New Jersey when I was ten, the next time I got to see Uncle Johnny and Aunt Fran I was twenty one. He picked me and my mother up at the the bus stop and couldn't stop touching me and staring at me and saying, "Is this really you?" I had changed, just a little. That evening he was showing us slides and he came upon a picture of the four year old me. He took my hand and said, "That's the Paula I remember." I loved that picture and that moment. He was so genuine and loving. That picture never surfaced again. But I will never forget how special he made me feel. Though we weren't in continual contact throughout the years, the time that we got to spend with him these last few years were special and my husband, Timmie, and I were so grateful that we got to reunite. He will be missed! We love you, Uncle John!