Malcolm (Bud) Johnson
Malcolm (Bud) Johnson, age 91 of Ferndale passed away on Monday, March 18th at Whatcom Hospice House.
Dad was a creature of habit. He used the same yellow Tupperware cereal bowl every morning for the last 50 years. Also there was a certain order the cereals were to be put into the bowl. First there had to be two large shredded wheat biscuits, then several other types of cereal, topped off with a spoonful of oat bran and then some raisins. There was also 6 ounces of cranberry juice and 1 cup of coffee with creamer. Just one cup, never two cups...one. He liked it that way and you could set your watch by his er.....um.... regularity! He was a happy man of routine!
Bud loved his wife June dearly, and you could see it in his eyes whenever they visited at the table or happily talked together in the office. But never once did he think to give her a napkin at the dinner table unless she asked for it. Why? I am not sure why, but now that I sit where he sat, I can never think of getting her a napkin either. I figure it must have something to do with the chair. His fifty year old well worn chair.
But he was a computer whiz! And by computer whiz I mean he only knew how to play solitaire, but lots and lots of solitaire...and get this...he loved to listen to "Dancing Queen" by ABBA whenever he played his game. Many a night I passed his office and saw over his shoulder he was playing cards listening to and humming along with Disco music.
Bud was very devout in his service to Jehovah God and he really wanted to be here when God's name is finally known and made holy the whole world over. He was a good christian example for all his children and we have pictures of him going out in his door to door ministry from many years ago until just a few weeks ago. He knew it was important.
If you are considering sending flowers to any of us, remember we live on a farm and we have lots of things that Pa planted all around us. He planted and perfected his tomatoes over 50 years of trial and error. But I am not sure any of us learned his tomato growing secrets. Perfection lost! Rather than flowers, think about calling a loved one and let them know how much they mean to you. How precious they are to your life. Or think about doing some good works for someone you know who needs help. Rake a lawn or offer to pick up something for them while you are shopping. Come on, you can think of something.
Pa lived to be 91, born in Fairhaven in October 1921 and passed away there in March 2013 knowing he was well loved, so he had a pretty good run, but your loved ones could be gone tomorrow and how sad it would be for you to have left something unsaid or undone. Also you better learn any garden tips they may know...... it all goes by so very fast!!
Dad was such an interesting man from his onion and orange sandwiches to fixing all injures small and great with a band aide and a pat on the back. He had a true love for his cows , especially his favorite cow, Brownie who would follow him anywhere he went just for a little attention and a scratch behind her ear; she loved Dad. Dad loved the land too and enjoyed nothing more than to be out on his tractor doing something or running around on his little runabout going to the river or checking fields and always with his companion dog Alfie in tow.
Dad loved his garden and went to great lengths to grow the best tomatoes and cucumbers and always working on new crops of different corn and he could tell you everything there was about all of them. Even the year he had knee replacement surgery, he had Phil and I out there planting but we had to do it just right.
Dad always had a good nature about him and was well liked even when life gave him poo, he made something grow from it. Dad you will be missed-rest for now.