August 11, 1950 - August 27, 2013
Robert “Bob” Eugene Johnson, 63 of Burlington, KY passed away on August 27, 2013. He was a Stone Mason and a former Volunteer at the Parish Kitchen. He was preceded in death by his Parents: Doris & Norman Johnson and a Sister: Mary Susan Johnson. Bob is survived by his Daughter: Mika Chious; Son: Allie Johnson; Sisters: Judy Wantz, Jane Johnson and Berny Walden; Brothers: Norman Johnson, Rev. David Johnson, Dan Johnson, Andy Johnson and Mike Johnson and Numerous Grandchildren. Family and Friends are Invited to Bob’s Celebration of Life at Connley Brothers Funeral Home in Latonia, KY on Wednesday, September 18, 2013 at 6 PM. Memorial to: Parish Kitchen. Online Condolences may be expressed at: www.connleybrothersfuneralhome.com.
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I had the privilege of knowing and living in the same house with Bob on a couple of different occasions in the late seventies. Bob was like a big brother to me and also a good friend. I enjoyed Bob’s calm, confident demeanor. I will always cherish the memory of fly fishing for Bluegill when Bob could make time go by real slow. I guess that is why he was good with horses and such a fine stone mason. Rest in peace Bobalouie
I met Bob in the ’70’s and we shared many good times together as well as tough economic times. We had a lot in common with similar interests like playing in streams and woods, fixing old barns and boats, and working with old tools. I worked with Bob making firewood in the woods during the same time as the Russian invasion of Afghanistan- it was winter and we were cold, wet and uncomfortable in the snow and mud. I remember Bob, who was well read, explaining to me how Afghan locals were also cutting and selling firewood to the Russian Army. He then turned to me and said, “Let’s pretend that’s what we’re doing!” Bob had a great imagination and sense of humor and was a thoughtful and compassionate person. He loved his family and friends, and we loved him. May you find peace my brother.
……..Other memories include numerous long walks in the sand dunes near Saugatuck, the chain-sawed wood furniture he made for our firepit, socializing (aka drinking) after working the 2nd shift, his baseball hats with crossed out or ripped off corporate logos, his many mechanicaly challenged vehicles, splitting and stacking logs in the woods and learning to appreciate the aroma of a freshly split unit of red oak.
The morning of Feb. 17, 1979 we went to my folks cottage in Traverse City to put up a stone hearth. The coldest temp. ever up here was recorded that morning at -37 F and Bob wondered if the wall would survive–it did and I enjoy seeing it everyday now along with other items he crafted.
I regret not making his Life Celebration Wed. eve but his spirit, sincerity, insights, kindness, morality and humor will always be with me.
PEACE to you my brother!
May our Loving and Forgiving Lord be forever with You!
Tom & Bonnie Cicilian
4608 Avery Dr.
Traverse City, MI 49696
tbcicilian@gmail.com
Our heartfelt condolences and support to the family of our very dear friend “Crawdaddy”.
Our paths crossed in the 1970’s when Bob worked at Lifesaver Candy in Holland MI. He mentioned that he had crawdads once in KY and guys would save old flashlight batteries so “that Crawdad guy” would have lights and radio in his teepee(tipi) in the woods where he lived. The legend begins!
Bob and I,a new arrival from Detroit, shared the experiences of living in a highly populated Dutch area along a Mich. snowbelt. We freaked out at the winter blizzards when roads were shut down because of 10/12′ snowdrifts! …continued..
We are so sorry to hear about your loss you are in our prayers.
To one of the best big brothers a sister could have, BOB. You were loving, kind, generous, and a friend to all. I will never forget the trouble you and Dutch were always in – you just couldn’t stay away from the creek. You made sure that I always had money to go hang with the girls, and I hated football season, because of you we had to eat liver once a week. What about when you tried to teach me how to drive a stick shift. Bob owned a Metro and a Corvair – neither one of them would start with a key, we had to push it down Victory Ave to get it started, then you would yell at me when I couldn’t get start the car. Bob, you were the only family member at my wedding. You drove 5 hrs each way just to give me away. That meant a great deal to me. I love you Bob and I will never forget the dusty man in blue jeans, funnel,shirt, boots, and a dirty ball cap – a hard working man. Bob you can rest in peace now. I know you are in a better place.
My heart and prayers go out to your family during this very difficult time. God bless.
Bob was my neighbor for a long time. His kindness and generosity will always be appreciated. I’ll always remember his love for horses and I’m sure he’s up there in heaven with a big blue gill on his fishing line. God Bless you all during this time.