The world lost the greatest man I ever knew, as Floyd "Scortchy" Johnson, 77, of Whitehall passed away peacefully in the early morning hours of Sept. 3, 2008, at his home with his wife and "baby" daughter there to comfort him.
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He was born Oct. 11, 1930, to Edward Caleb Johnson and Hazel Fayette (Dodds) in Denver, Colo. They then headed back home to Casper, Wyo.
On Feb. 16, 1968, he married Patricia Ruth Johnson in Brighton, Colo. They would fulfill their vows to each other as they stood by each other till the end.
Dad grew up on the homestead ranching, but his interest was always toward cars and motors. His father loved the ranch and was always disturbed that Floyd would not take an interest in ranching which led to a strained relationship. In December 1944 the family home burned down with all their belongings, and on Jan. 15, 1945, Edward was killed in a freak accident riding a horse. This forced dad to grow up quickly and learn things the hard way.
Through the years he brought many children into this world and helped raise many others. He made a bunch of mistakes in life and admitted them and lived with them every day of his life.
He held many different jobs mostly in the mechanic field, as well as truck driver. One of his most favored jobs was driving and building diesel wreckers for many years, often taking his family along with him.
Dad had a fighting spirit and strength no one could ever match, and impressed many. He survived being stabbed, shot, hit by a train (twice!), ran over, beaten up lord only knows how many times, heart attacks, strokes, broken back, diabetes, congestive heart failure and lung cancer, just to name a few. Through it all he kept his sense of humor, as only he could.
One song he listed to a lot had a very special meaning:
Dear God above, bless this truck I drive
and help me keep someone alive
Be my mortal sight this day
on the street where little children play
Bless my helper fast asleep when the night is long
and keep my cargo safe and sound
through the hours big and round
make my judgment sound as steel
and be my hands upon the wheel
Bless the traveler going past
Give me strength for every trip
so I may care for what they ship
And make me mindful every mile
that life is just a little while.... Amen.
Floyd was preceded in death by his parents, and his eldest son, Karl.
He is survived by his wife, Patricia Ruth Johnson of Whitehall; his son, Jeffery (Loretta) Johnson of Brighton, Colo.; and daughter, Theda Bouldin of Three Forks; as well as stepchildren, Kay Prentice of Belgrade, Judith Berg of Aurora, Colo., and Ronnie Prentice of Colorado Springs, Colo.; along with many others. Also surviving him are his granddaughters, Stephinee and Jeniffer Bouldin of Three Forks, Josha Johnson of Brighton, Colo., Syndee and Danielle Johnson of Kidder, Mo., and many more grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Services will be held at 4 p.m. Saturday at K&L Mortuary Chapel in Three Forks, the Rev. Richard Clark officiating. Interment will follow in Fairview Cemetery in Three Forks.
It was killin' me to see
The strongest man I ever knew
Wastin' away to nothin'
My voice and heart were breakin'
As I crawled up in his bed, and said
You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Your little girl is ready
To do this on my own
It's gonna be a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I'll be okay now, Daddy
You can let go.
K & L Mortuaries
103 1st Ave E
Three Forks, MT 59752
Published in Bozeman Daily Chronicle on Sept. 4, 2008