Johnson, Albert Roscoe 1890-1933

JOHNSON, MCMEEKIN, GUSTAFSON

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Date: 8/7/2010 at 18:23:48

The Grinnell Herald (Grinnell, Iowa) May 12, 1933

AN OBITUARY OF ALBERT JOHNSON

Ewart, Ia., May 12, Special:

Albert Roscoe Johnson, the son of Charles F. and Alice Johnson was born in Montezuma, Iowa, June 29, 1890 and died suddenly May 3, 1933. He attended the Montezuma school and spent all of his early life there.

He was united in marriage with Sadie McMeekin on July 22, 1913, who with the three children, Harold, Raymond and Marie, mourn the loss of a devoted husband and a loving father.

Services were conducted by Rev. R.G. Smith of Tama, pastor of the U.P. church at Ewart, assisted by Mrs. Smith. A male quartet composed of Harold Bone, Harold Bryan, Warren Pollard, and R.R. Kline sang, accompanied at the piano by Earl Brown.

Most of Roscoe's life was spent in and around Montezuma. In early years he was connected with his father and brother in conducting a meat market. For a period of five years he lived in Sioux Falls, S.D., where he was engaged in the restaurant business. He returned to Montezuma in the spring of 1928 where he and his family lived with Mrs. Johnson's mother, Mrs. Robert McMeekin.

Lately he had been helping some in the Smith Grocery store.

He is also survived by a brother Ray of Newton and a sister, Mrs. Marjorie Gustafson of Waterloo, who with a host of relatives and friends mourn the loss of their brother.

He was preceded in death by his father, mother and one sister, who died at an early age.

He has been a constant sufferer with ulcers of the stomach for the last few years and for the last few months he has been bedfast at times but bore his suffering with patience and worried much about the extra care he was causing. He was ever anxious about the welfare of his family and loved ones around him.

His sudden passing was a great shock to his family and the community at large. He had lots of friends who will miss him.

"CROSSING THE BAR"

"Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning on the bar
When I put out to sea.

"But such a tide as moving seems
asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out
the boundless deep
Turns again home.

"Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark,
And may there be no sadness of
farewell
When I embark.

"For though from out our bourne
of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot, face to
face,
When I have crossed the bar."