Francis Ervin Johnson

JOHNSON, FUDGE, THOMPSON

Posted By: Marlene Skalberg (email)
Date: 5/21/2012 at 07:45:34

Francis Ervin Johnson, son of Wesley and Emma Johnson, was born at Guss. Iowa. Sept. 23. 1912 and entered into rest at his home in Corning. Iowa. Aug 28, 1984. at the age of 71 years and 11 months
He was united in marriage Sept 27. 1936 to Lola Bernice Fudge at Brooks. Iowa, to this union two children were born. Glenn Dean Johnson of Bedford, Iowa and Carmeleta Thompson of Longmont, Colorado.
He spent most of his life in the Fairview area and enjoyed his farming operation and doing things for other people. He has been employed for the last 16 years at the Iowa State Fair as a ticket-taker and was known by all as "Grandpa".
He was a member of the Fairview United Church of Christ, the National Campers and Hikers Association, and the Wandering Raiders Camping Club of Corning.
Survivors include his wife; one son, Glenn (wife Hazel) of Bedford; one daughter. Carmeleta (husband Robert) Thompson of Longmont. Colo: seven grandchildren, Dennis. Gary and Todd Johnson of Bedford and Debra (husband Mike) Feil of Villisca and John. Angela and Jennifer Thompson of Longmont. Colo.; two great-grandchildren. Amber and Aaron Foil of Villisca; five brothers. Albert and Floyd of New Market. Delberl of Red Oak. Walter of Nodaway and Wilbur of Corning.
He was preceded in death by his parents.
Francis was a devoted husband, dad, grandfather, uncle and friend to all. He will be deeply missed by all who knew and loved him.
Funeral services were held at the Goodwin-Lindsay Funeral Home in Corning Sept. 1 at 10:30 a.m. with Howard Wells officiating Interment was in Prairie Rose Cemetery, Corning.
Music was provided by Dorothy Cook, organist, and Kathy Johnson and Patty Morris, vocalists. Casket bearers were Todd, Dennis and Gary Johnson and Mike Feil, John Thompson and Tom Telford.
Adams County Free Press, September 13, 1984, page 9
Francis Johnson
by Peddy Bee
F rom afar he came to bring joy
R endering his love to all he touched.
A II though the tears may flow.
N ow his memories grow stronger each day
C ountless times I have turned to him for strength
I n times of sadness, he'd wipe away the tears
S ome may call him great, but I call him friend
J ust a day ago I was singing
O n the river Nile. a song
I wrote for you
H oping Lo bring closer to life's stream
N ow the tears will flow as a river
S oon our hands will touch and our lips will meet
O n the river of tears that flows from love
N ow's the time to say goodbye to my loved ones.
"Good-bye"