Earl And Dorothy Johnson

     Each day my mother, Dorothy, would read her Bible and

then write a page in her journal. This was how she

started her day and her first line was always, "Here I am

 again, Lord!" She would then continue to write her

thoughts about the preceding day and express her

prayers and desires for the day unfolding. Her entries

 revealed a gentle spirit who always thought of others

first, even when she was not feeling well. Her

writings always revealed her love for those who

shared her life and for the church she loved and served

for all of her life. This gentle lady ended each day's

entry with the following prayer: "Direct us, O Lord,

in all that we do today and keep us in your tender care.

Let all of our works be in Your Name and reveal the Glory

of God to all people."

"Each life is a miracle that changes the world...

and leaves it a better place than it was before."

With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,

He has wandered into an unknown land...

Think of him still as the same, I say;

He is not dead - he is just away!

James Whitcomb Riley

     Earl died of sudden cardiac arrest May 8, 2001 at Wyoming

 Medical Center in Casper. Earl was born February 2, 1919 in

New York. He moved to Newcastle, Wyoming at a young age and

lived and worked in the area all his life. In 1939, he married

Dorothy June Corey of Troy, New York who passed away

 on March 15, 2001. They would have been married 62 years in October.

He was a veteran of World War II, serving in Europe. He was an

avid sportsman and loved hunting and fishing. He was a very

active member of Christ Church Episcopal. Even when there were

adversities in his life, he always maintained a sense of humor. He

never ceased to value Wyoming and Weston County, its land and

its people - it was always his home.

Sandra Lund

DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL

"I have slipped away into the next room...I am I, and you are you...Whatever we

were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me

 in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference into your tone; wear no

 forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes

we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever

the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without ghost

of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was;

there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am

out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the

corner... All is well."

Henry Scott Holland, Oxford Professor of Divinity

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