In Memory of Jason Johnson (1980 - 2000)

Part One

Jason, as seen from the introductory image map, had a fairly traditional American childhood. By yesterday's standards some might venture the descriptive 'spoiled'. That was not the case. By today's standards some might venture the descriptive 'archaic'. That, too, was not the case. It was probably not easy loving the outdoors as he did. Jason once took log, 18" in diameter and 18" long; and, in less than 30 minutes, delivered a neat pile of fire wood and a handful of toothpicks - yes toothpicks - all being done with a hand ax. He loved waders, a trout stream and a fly rod. Jay learned well and became able to out-fish his father - that is every father's dream.

His love of the outdoors was also seen in his fondness for the Boy Scouts of America. An excellent Scout, it is also here that he developed a love of teaching. Though sometimes a bit too serious, he enjoyed bringing the truth about nature to many kids who were 'fresh from the couch'. There were times of tribulations also as more and more kids with a politically ultra-liberal upbringing moved into the area. Though Jay knew these kids could not survive in the wild and seriously had no clue about the functions of Old Mother Nature, he was sometimes irked by their vociferous proclaiming of their ignorance - all in a derogatory fashion. But such is the way of the world sometimes.

Jason also did not smoke, drink or do drugs - things that also seem to come along with an ultra-liberal society. Lettering in Track throughout Middle School and High School his father had the joy of cutting out from work early and seeing meets, seeing him in the District and County, both indoors and spring track. The kid was fast! He also did make a clear statement to the world. He may have liked a girl from a first impression and would try in the usual fashion to get closer. If she reached for a cigarette, however, she was history. Jay would sometimes cry out in frustration, "who would want to kiss an ashtray ?" But such is the way of life in the world sometimes.

Jason was clearly the light in a few people's world. He possessed a sensitivity that he did not carry on his sleeve. That was only shared with those whom he loved and trusted. Those folks know who they are. Cherish that forever for that is something that was reserved for a select few.

It was quite painful perusing some of Jason's photographs but they stand as a glimpse into the creative side of this fine young man. The world is much poorer now, since forces of ugliness caused his earthly demise. The plea from his father is that Jason be remembered and his name spoken often. The charge is to keep his memory alive, for, there, we may keep him alive among us. You, dear Jason, are sorely missed.

As things evolve over time we hope to have a few selected prints of Jay's photography, much larger than these samples, mounted for framing, etc. Proceeds will go to the foundation. This is a serious long-term project that will commence to unfold over the next few months.

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