John Paterson
i am john paterson,johnny was my cusin.christina gallacher is my mum and johnny,s aunt.its sad we never got too meet,what happened to his brother and sister.i send all my love and best wishes .my friends call me j.p.
Birth date: Jun 19, 1942 Death date: Mar 25, 2015
Funeral services will be held on Saturday, 11 AM at Trinity Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends on Friday evening from 6-8 PM also at the funeral home. Entombment Saturday after service also at Trinity Memorial Garde Read Obituary
i am john paterson,johnny was my cusin.christina gallacher is my mum and johnny,s aunt.its sad we never got too meet,what happened to his brother and sister.i send all my love and best wishes .my friends call me j.p.
my heart and soul went with you. I miss you so much my poopsie. 4/18/15
My cousin John and I never met. Separated by 50 years and an ocean apart, I finally tracked down his wonderful sisters, Marge and Elizabeth, but never quite made it to John.
My loss.
In times like these I turn to home and the Scottish Bard. From what I have learned of John, I think this is fitting.
An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd;
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd;
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
if there is none, he made the best of this.
Robert Burns.
my uncle John was a very good to me growing up he taught. me joe to bowl since he was a 250 plus bowler. he had an extensive knowledge he was the Internet before the World Wide Web. growing up he helped me on all my book reports n science projects, he also had every fun sports games in his backyard in long island , that he shared with all his nieces n nephews. he passed along his stereo n speakers to me that he built himself from a kit. he was always kind n generous I never saw him get angry. he had an extensive hunting collection that always fascinated me growing up. he had wonderful stories of his childhood. he had an every mad magazine that ever existed, that we looked forward to reading every week at his house. uncle John was very smart he always knew all the answers on jeapordy the TV game show . I can still hear his voice everyday when I think about him. he will be missed greatly. I love u very much uncle John, love paulie
My Uncle John was a sweet, gentle, smart, adventurous man. He was a wonderful Uncle And also my Godfather. We will miss you eternally and hope you are swimming with the Angels, Yes Swimming!!!!!!
My last one seems not to have posted so I'll keep this one shorter.
I'm John's youngest sister, Elizabeth. He referred to me as 'Wee yin' or 'wean' throughout my life (due to our Scottish childhood). He was my big brother, protector and teacher. He taught me to ride a bike, climb trees, hang out with 'the boys' when I was very small and struggled to keep up - never behaving as though I didn't belong in his group of male followers. He read years beyond his age level and insisted I read his numerous library books after I'd completed my own. What an invaluable education.
His illness was long and protracted but he came through it time after time - mostly due to his beloved wife Maria (MJ). She's been a rock - gave him far more years than he might have expected otherwise. His wife, kitties, in-laws and many nieces and nephews will miss you along with your two sisters. Margaret and I are both really going to miss our big brother, John.
Your sister, Elizabeth
I was John's 'wee yin' or 'wean'...either way, his youngest sister. As a kid - he was always my beloved Big Brother, protector and leader into all adventures. He's primarily responsible for my love of reading--insisting I tackle his several library books after finishing my own and he was already reading years beyond his own age. He taught me to ride a bike and how to make a workable bow and arrow out of saplings we cut freely in 'the woods' and knew I was always game for every one of his scientific 'experiments' - especially the one where he had me carry a very long rope marked in foot-long increments (tied around my waist) as far up a tree as I could get (73-feet - a disappointment)... 'can you not go just a wee bit higher, wean'? as it slowly dawned that the branch I was perched on leaned precariously out over a rather busy (for that time and place anyway) roadway and I could actually fall and 'get killt'!. Realizing I really was fairly accident-prone he'd later send me as far away as possible during the 'big kids' cutting down of trees --which would somehow fall on my head anyway, dismissed by my big brother as no big deal: 'Och, it's just a wee concussion'. As adults we had a few adventures too: one amazing trip with our spouses to Eleuthera--I'll never forget finally being brave enough to snorkel for my first time ever while John led the way and took underwater photos of Angel Fish besieging us for our leftover breakfast bread. Exhilarating. He also thought it was huge fun to point out the very big barracudas stealthily trailing us and watch my reaction.
I was devastated to find out this morning that this seemingly indestructible 'cat with 9 lives' had finally exhausted them all. Both of our families are animal lovers with many long-lived felines which seems entirely fitting. He dealt with and overcame so much illness--mainly due to the heroic efforts of his beloved wife Maria (our MJ). It's still so hard to fathom that the fight is done and he's gone. I'm going to miss you not being in this World, John.