My mom, Mary Johnson, turned 93 on Monday, Dec. 18, 2017. Her memory is fading, but she will always be a cornerstone of the Old Mission Peninsula community, as Rocko Fouch mentioned when I posted this video on Facebook yesterday of Mom and I singing Silver Bells (and let it be known that only for mom would I post a video of me singing).
Mom met my dad, Walter Johnson, when they were both attending Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. She was studying nursing and worked the night shift on the university switchboard. Dad was studying engineering and worked the night shift as a night watchman. He used to “check in” on the switchboard operators during his rounds. One thing led to another (her mom’s fried chicken had something to do with it), and in 1946, she was heading north to be a farm wife on a cherry farm on the Old Mission Peninsula.
It must have been a culture shock for that city girl to suddenly find herself tending chickens and churning butter, far away from her southern family. But as with everything in her life, Mom took it in stride. I once asked her how she coped with that drastic change in her life, and she always said she had a good teacher in dad, who was born on the Old Mission Peninsula and grew up on the “home farm” about a mile north of Mapleton on Center Road. My brothers, Dean and Ward, still farm on the OMP.
Mom soon found herself involved in the Old Mission Peninsula community. Someone asked her to fill in on the organ at Ogdensburg United Methodist Church (now Old Mission Peninsula United Methodist Church), and she ended up playing that organ for more than 50 years, through many pastors, weddings, funerals and church services. She “married ’em, and she buried ’em,” as our friend Jamie Jamieson says. So true.
At church this past Sunday, the churchgoers sang Happy Birthday to mom as I recorded it on my phone and played it for her when I saw her the next day. While she may not remember specific people (including me and my siblings sometimes), she knows that her life has been filled with meaningful moments on the Old Mission Peninsula – and that was one of them.
Side Note: The photo above is Mom playing the organ at Ogdensburg UMC before it was renovated several years ago. The organ was in the southeast corner of the church, with a little room next to it and a door that led out to the parking lot. I spent a lot of time in that corner playing my violin as mom played the organ.
Through the years, mom served on many OMP groups, including the Peninsula Community Library Board, Old Mission Women’s Club (and other women’s clubs), Old Mission Peninsula Historical Society and many others. She truly lived a life of service, volunteering for wherever she was needed, and with a joyful heart as she called you “love” whenever you saw her. Didn’t matter if she’d known you for 30 years or 30 minutes. You were still “love.”
I have all of Mom’s photos and scrapbooks now, so look for more stories about her life – and the history of OMP from her perspective – coming up on Old Mission Gazette. Happy 93rd Birthday, Mom!