Many of you remember my mom, Mary Johnson, as a faithful and dedicated member of the Old Mission Peninsula community. If there was something that needed to be done, she was always the first to volunteer.
To name just a few of her accomplishments, she served on the board of Peninsula Community Library for many years, and was part of the team that worked to buy the land on the corner of Center Road and Island View Road where the new library now sits. She was a member of the Old Mission Women’s Club, OMP Historical Society and many other groups.
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She also played the organ at OMP United Methodist Church for more than 50 years. She always laughed that she volunteered to play one Sunday and ended up playing for 50 years. She loved taking meeting minutes and served as secretary for many groups. Even after she retired from all of that, you would still see her taking notes at meetings. She just felt this need to document everything, which maybe explains why I have that same need to document OMP history and happenings here on the Gazette.
Mom didn’t do all of these things out of a sense of obligation. She did them because she truly loved being able to serve the OMP community wherever she could in whatever capacity she was needed. She was always “all in.”
Here she is at the church organ, probably sometime in the 1970s. A familiar sight to many of you, as she played for every wedding, funeral, church service, and all the things in between. “She married ’em, and she buried ’em,” my friend Jamie Jamieson always says.
I’ve mentioned many times here on the Gazette how Mom came to live on the OMP. She was raised in the south – a southern belle – and met my dad when they both attended Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. He was the night watchman and she worked the night shift on the switchboard. He would come by the switchboard to “check on things.”
Mom and Dad were married on August 21, 1946, and the city girl moved north to be a farm wife. But there’s a lot more to that story. When I cleaned out Mom and Dad’s house in 2016, I came across a journal that Mom kept during her college years (yep, she documented that, too). Turns out she had a suitor named Frank who my dad was unknowingly competing against.
Mom and Frank both graduated from Washington-Lee High School in Arlington, Virginia, in 1942, so I’m thinking they were high school sweethearts. Mom went off to college, and Frank went off to war. If just one or two things had gone a different way, Mom would not have married Dad and moved to the OMP, and I would not be sitting here telling you this story.
Dad passed away in October 2002 at the age of 78, and Mom passed away in January 2020 at the age of 96. They had a good long marriage that included four kids, lots of grandkids, and an OMP farm that dates back to the 1800s (my brothers, Dean and Ward, continue to farm to this day).
But … what about Frank from her college journal? Why didn’t she end up with him? I’m going to tell you that story, one page at a time, starting with the beginning of Mom’s journal on January 1, 1945. By this time, Mom had spent two years at Northwestern University, where she met Dad, and had transferred to the Medical College of Virginia in Richmond, where she continued her nurse’s training (and continued to pine for Frank). She kept meticulous photo albums and scrapbooks, so I’ll piece the story together from both those and the journal.
Mom was a vibrant, fun-loving college girl who went to lots of dances and movies, and she loved her sorority sisters. She was part of the Zeta Tau Alpha sorority, which someone told me recently was known as the “party” sorority. Well, that would be Mom. Don’t they look like a fun-loving group? Mom is in the first row on the floor, second from the right. She’s wearing a black top and has her hand up against the side of her head.
And below is the first page of the journal, which she wrote on Jan. 1, 1945. As she was in nurse’s training, she was already tending to patients, which you’ll see she refers to as “pt.” This journal has her dad’s name on it – James Bohlken, who was a civil engineer – and must have been a promotional gift from Sedgwick Machine Works, as you’ll see in the photo below.
Of her nursing duties – that day, she was on duty from 7 – 11 a.m. and 2:30 – 7 p.m., she writes, “Took a pt. to x-ray. Quite a trying hour, arthritis in her joints. Weighed – 120 lbs.”
As for Frank, she writes, “How I wish Frank could be with me, to start this year in the best possible way.” She also writes, “Wrote Lee. No mail, to-day.” I believe Lee was a high school friend who was also serving in the war.
Also note the journal’s weather options on the right. It was rainy that day.
A NOTE FROM JANE: I started Old Mission Gazette in 2015 because I felt a calling to provide the Old Mission Peninsula community with local news. After decades of writing for newspapers like the New York Times and Los Angeles Times, and magazines like Family Circle and Ladies' Home Journal, I really just wanted to write about my own community where I grew up on a cherry farm and raised my own family. So of course, I started my own newspaper. Because the Gazette is mainly reader-supported, I hope you'll consider tossing a few bucks my way if I mention your event, your business, your organization or your news item, or if you simply love reading about what's happening on the Old Mission Peninsula. Check out the donation page here. Thank you so much for your support. -jb