John S. Etherington (February 1, 1934 - April 4, 2013)

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  • "fly pretty baby"
    - brigitte etherington
  • "Thank you, John, for being a wonderful friend and for..."
    - Deb Campion
  • "You will be soarly missed."
    - Diane Lindsay
  • "John, was a wonderful Man, Husband and..."
    - Michael Schuessler
  • "you were a good man. you will be missed."
    - lory menghini
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Captain John S. Etherington took his last flight on April 4, 2013.

He was born on February 1, 1934, to Leonard and Ethel Etherington in Stockton-on-Tees, England.

Aviation fascinated him and spurred him to join the Royal Air Force in England. Later, he served with the Royal Canadian Air Force as an all-weather fighter pilot.

After his military service, he continued flying for United Airlines and became a member of the Air Line Pilots Association.

Flying was his first love. He also loved to read.

He married Brigitte Etherington on June 29, 1986. The couple moved to Sequim from Denver in 1992.

In addition to his wife, Brigitte, John leaves behind his son, Murray (Dian) Etherington of Lake Stevens, Washington; stepson Michael Schuessler, of Littleton, Colorado; daughter Leslie Haydon, of Kirkland, Washington; stepdaughter Susanne Eastman of Greeley, Colorado; grandchildren Hannah Etherington of Lake Stevens and Jillian and Grayson Haydon of Kirkland; stepgrandchildren Adam Eastman, Raechel Schuessler and Crystal Martinez of Colorado; and great-grandchildren Erich and Ryan Eastman of Colorado.

He is also survived by many nieces and nephews in Newfoundland, Canada; and his three dogs, Sasha, Tori and Milo.

John is preceded in death by his parents, Leonard and Ethel Etherington, and sister, Joan Etherington of Crawford.

A small gathering was held for family and friends on April 6, 2013. As per his request, no further services will be held.

The family asks that in lieu of flowers, memorial contributions be made to the Olympic Peninsula Humane Society, 2105 West U.S. Highway 101, Port Angeles, WA 98363.

"High Flight"

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,

I've chased the shouting wind along and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious burning blue

I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,

Where never lark, or even eagle, flew:

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

— John Gillespie Magee

Fly pretty, baby.
Published in The Peninsula Daily News on Apr. 14, 2013
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