John Edward Lambeth
John Edward Lambeth, yacht captain and award-winning journalist, died Monday, Sept. 13, 2010, at his home in Gulfport. He was 62.

John was a U.S. Navy veteran who served as an aviation fire control technician during the Vietnam War aboard the Ticonderoga. Upon his return, he accepted a job in law enforcement, serving as the nation's youngest police chief, in Weir. Miss. His first newspaper job was in West Point, Miss., where he won state awards for investigative and community service journalism as well as photography. He came to the Sun Herald in 1981, and for many years was the newspaper's Outdoors editor. In 1995, his work was recognized with a lifetime achievement award by the Mississippi Wildlife Federation. John's final and favorite career combined his love of boats and fishing and the water; for the last 12 years he worked as a yacht captain in Mississippi and Alabama.

John fished in professional bass tournaments and saltwater tournaments his entire life, enjoying the boat racing and the camaraderie as much as the fishing. He was a charter member of the River Runners Bass Club and the Coastal Conservation Association in Mississippi. He was appointed by Gov. Ray Mabus to the five-state Gulf of Mexico Program.

John is survived by his beloved wife of 30 years, B. Marie Harris of Gulfport; a son, Dathan Lambeth (Jessica), and grandchildren Glynis, Ezekiel and Josiah, of West Point; and a daughter, Angela Brethaur (Dale), and grandchildren Mellisa, Heather and Maraya, of Arvada, Colo. Local survivors include a brother, Robert Lambeth (Judy), of Vancleave; and a sister, Libby Walker, formerly of Biloxi; and a wealth of wonderful friends.

John requested no funeral or sadness, because he enjoyed a wonderful life and he entrusted his soul to God. He hoped that friends and family would remember him with a smile and a good story. He will be missed.

Fair winds and following seas, Cap'n John.



































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Guys i am not sure how to explain all that happened. First of all with the blog i wrote it really helped. Your encouragement and stories helped a lot. I have some great friends who let my family and i stay there. They fished with my dad since the start of the bass club in West Point. So my family joined me on the trip. We all went to Tommy's together this morning and had breakfast. It was really nice to have them there. They all watched me blast off and things were going good. Early on i threw my jig out on a stump and i thought i was hung so i snatched it to try and untangle it. then i pulled the rod straight to break the line and then the boil erupted and the fight was on; i do not know how i didn't lose that fish! It was 5-15, 4oz from lunker. The day wore on. i lost a solid keeper and was wondering if i would catch another. We were throwing at docks and the boater was getting the first shot so i threw to the middle and BAM i caught one about 13 inches fish 2. It was slow going. I knew i had a good fish and was hoping for a good point showing. We moved around. It was about noon and my ole jig got a bump. i hit em and this was a good solid keeper. Fish 3. My boater was struggling but i keep encouraging him. This was his home lake, and he had placed a lot of pressure on himself and was becoming discouraged. With about 2 hours left, we had just the 3 fish. Then we moved to a place with lots of pad stems and he cried out "got'em!" i looked up throwing my rod down and racing for the net and this was a giant- not an ike giant- the real thing. i said 9pounder but it was only 7-10 which earned him lunker by one ounce. If you are going to catch one he got the right one. We kept chunking. The clock was starting to become a factor. Next thing i know my jig is swimming the wrong direction i bear down on the rod and drag immediately starts striping i am hollering "fish of a lifetime" the fight wore on i was fearing toothy grinner or as southern LA people call them cyprus shark but the truth was about a 17 pound blue cat. No camera no picture to prove but this was a huge cat. my Jig though had been slimed to know end, so re-tie and dip it in some smelly jelly. 30 minutes left now we take of to one last point. 1st cast i feel a bite. I slam rod back and snatch a maybe keeper fish to the surface and the jig flies out. oh well i say no limit today next cast or two the line gets tight GOOD fish a holler and a few seconds later the 3lb green trout is in the net. 5 minutes left, not even thinking about a limit but another bite! i slam the hook home and exclaim "i got you, i got you now" and somehow that fifth fish ends up in the net high fives and shouts and to the weigh in! I knew i had a good sack but would it be enough....
i won't make ya'll check the website my 16.10 sack earned me 2400 dollars and a trophy that says champion!! I know it is just co-angler but hey i'll take it!! I really wish dad would have been here to see it but in my heart i know he knows! Thank you guys for all your support! and thank you Jesus for seeing me through it all.
DATHAN LAMBETH
April 11, 2011
It was always easy to make John laugh. Laugh we did, especially when we were fishing. There was this one thing, though, that would always get a belly-laugh out of John, and I never understood why, but I always enjoyed the reaction. I'd put on my best C.W. McCall PeterCar Pilot voice and say, as if speaking into a CB radio mic: "Yeeeeep, I got a full-size grip on that, Driver!" I can still hear him laughing.
Jim Randolph
April 9, 2011
Dathan John would be proud of you because you will do your best. You will be having good, clean fun, when some sons will be doing meth and other crimes. You will be representing your fishing friends in an honest and honorable fashion, even those who were not able to make the tournament. We all shed tears for John's loss, yet we rejoice that he is in Heaven with our Father. His trials are over. You are like a son to me and I feel the same way John would about you. Be safe. Do good. In the immortal words of Jerry Reed: Sit down on him, son. Make it count! We love you, Clyde.
Jim and Brenda
Jim Randolph
April 8, 2011
I have not fished BFL for a few years. This will be long but I will give some background. My dad and I have always fished. I was fishing with him in the West Point Bass club tourneys since I was 4. We always fished he would check me out of school sometimes. Take me in all weather I never said no dad I don't want to go ever no matter how sick. If went I went. He did fish some trails early on without me though due to age but for the most part if he went so did I. The big time in fishing then and now for Mississippi was Redman/BFL. The age limits for these tourneys was 16. I could not wait to 16. finally I turned 16 I was in high school and he was in the prime of his life. we had big fun fishing the trail and fished all we could. we hardly ever won. One thing about dad was had been fishing tourneys since the 70's he was a beloved soul where ever we went. He loved Ross Barnett and we always enjoyed breakfast at Tommys. Tommys has been there forever. We would eat there and all the old timers would say hey to him and ask him how he was doing and usually they would tell stories of old events. One in particular involved a baby alligator and a game warden. I heard it so many times I could swear I was there though probably was not. For many years he wrote an outdoors section for the Sun herald and together we chased bass all over and went to AFTMA shows now called ICAST. we had fishing we may fight or argue go here and there but my dad and i always fished. Me i wanted just to Bass fish. He was exploring all fishing due to his obligations to cover the entire outdoors. I would like to keep this blog limited to our futility in Red Mann/BFL. Anyways we fished I do not remember ever getting a check I am certain dad did though. I wish I knew our record back then. Well when I turned 18 we got into about paying for college so I joined the NAVY in 1992. quit fishing for the most part and went to see the world get drunk and chase women. That did not last forever though and I returned to coast in 96 dad told me I could not live with him long so I got a job moved in with whoever would take me kept drinking and chasing women. Sort of fished but not really but by the time 97 rolled around I was wanting to hit the trail again with dad. We did and had fun in 6 tourneys I caught 5 bass and zero dollars. Dad did better but not great. I am so thankful FLW outdoors has the records back to 97. I landed a good job though in 97 and moved to Maine. Long story short I did not fish with my dad but when I did fish everstart he came up and hung out with me at Ferguson and the championship in Florence. We honky tonked together he was way better at everything drinking, dancing, fishing, boat driving, truck driving, post hole digging anything. I have never lived up to his expectations. He NEVER told me this and always gushed with pride but as a son I do not believe you can ever do better than your dad. At least I never thought I did or would. I remember one time I beat him in arm wrestling and it almost killed me it made me sad. I am not sure of the detail I need to go in but when I returned to the coast in DEC. 2002 after a divorce and quitting a great job cashing out a 401k etc etc.all I wanted to do was fish. I had got me a boat and was wanting to be a pro. But partying etc was clouding my judgment and destroying my abilities. Me and dad though hit the trail. The BFL had a Gulf coast division then and we hit the trail hard. Once again it sucked but we had fun. My dad and I were best buds for sure! I got a check at the first Mississippi event at Barnett...but that was all. My pregnant girlfriend and I moved to north Mississippi so dad and I did not hang out as much but we fished some team trails together. Especially and maybe only the Barnett tourneys. Then in 2006 dad had finical troubles and did not have a boat so I said dad I want to fish BFL with you so bad take my boat and I will go no boater and we can be together again. He was getting older and I knew we would not have to much more time and he was still able to fish at a decent level. At Barnett he got a check we were happy as larks. He ran out of money to fish any after the 3rd one so did I. We kept fishing Barnett team trails now and again he wanted so badly to do well in there and so did I. No matter the outcome we had fun and enjoyed breakfast at Tommys. Dad and I talked nearly every day and usually we talked about fishing. We would plan for the next year at Barnett. Last February dad was battling a sinus infection he went to the same doctor he has had for nearly 30 years and this time he was prescribed something he had never been giving before. Avalox first does hives and itching I said maybe you should stop. Second day pain in joints hives itching dad maybe you should not take any more day 4 he called me he was not taking no more and could barely move. he said son I have really messed up this time. This drug has killed me. From a fatty liver with no psoriasis to stage 11 out of 14 liver disease he had 6 months to live. He battled like crazy fished a couple of times at barnett he was a shell of his former self unable to really set the hook but my uncle and him did pretty good but the big one got away, now dad drank and but he was good till the pills. He had very little muscle tone and was orange by july 4th when we spent a weekend at a cabin and he caught one about 8lbs. My sister and I met for the first time and we were together with my dad he was as happy as he could be through the tears and heartache and the long good bye recounted story's of ross barnett, tommys red mans and BFL's. In sept after prayers and alternative medicines I really believed he would pull through he didn't and he died in his sleep. This will be my first trip to barnett since he died I am not sure I can make it. I am sure will cry. I have never caught a fish fish limit in BFL redman etc. I hope to end that this weekend I hope I can win one for my dad.
April 7, 2011
i am really just wanting to share some stuff hopefully it will help me. Tomorrow (Friday April 8) i leave to fish the BFL at Ross Barnett. This seems like it would be a lot of fun and since i got 18th at the first tourney in Pickwick which is usually my worst lake my expectations would be sky high going to the lake i have cashed more checks at than any other. well i am really sad because i have cried so bad every time i went to tommy's when he was sick. i am not sure how it will be Saturday. i hope i make him proud.
April 7, 2011
Today Brenda and I were talking about the percentage of, shall we say, "veteran" cast members at WLOX and what percentage were youngsters. Mentally listing the various employees, when I came to meteorologist Rob Knight I was reminded of something John and I did a thousand times when we were fishing. Just as one might call the Ship Island ferry boat on a VHF radio, "Gulf Islander, Gulf Islander, Gulf Islander, this is the BassMistress calling the Gulf Islander," we would pretned to be on the radio saying, "Rrrrrob Knight, Rrrrrob Knight, Rrrrrob Knight, this is the BassMistress calling the Rrrrrob Knight."
Jim Randolph
March 27, 2011
I was thinking about my Gheenoe the other day, and how long it had been since I'd used it. Then, it occurred to me: It is highly unlikely that I will ever go to Big Creek again. "The Lake," as we always called the slough to the left side of the creek. We spent many a night there, always anticipating a "good ol' big 'un," as Harry and Charlie would say. Many was the huge "grinner" we pulled out of The Lake, and many was the grinner we plugged with a .22 or .357 before returning him to the tannin-stained depths. What good memories. What a great friend. I miss you so much, Bro'.
Jim Randolph
March 16, 2011
In John's final month he invited me over to share cabbage and corned beef. I'd never eaten cabbage before, except in cole slaw, and warned him I'd begin with just a small amount, and not to be offended if I didn't eat much. Before we sat down he said, "Come over here and wash up." As I cleaned my hands at the kitchen sink, he began to laugh. "What is it?" I asked, laughing myself. Whenever one of us got tickled, it was automatic that the other would join in. It was magical. "I was just thinking about the fit my grandmother would have if she saw us washing our hands at the kitchen sink," John answered. We both nearly rolled on the floor. And, the cabbage? Well! It was fabulous, just like everything else John ever cooked. I've been a cabbage fan ever since.
Jim Randolph
February 24, 2011
Last night I had a dream about a fishing tournament. John was in it and it was the old tale about the fish not biting on tournament day. Everywhere I went each participant told the same story: No fish, no bites, zilch. I ran into John as I was moving from one fishing location to another and right away I noticed he was acting sort of funny. It turned out, at the weigh-in that he had the winning stringer. Later, over a celebratory supper, he said, "I just put a jig in the shallow wood cover and let it sit there. I didn't jiggle it or move it, it just sat. The huge fish would eventually come to it." That dream was founded in fact. John was very inventive in his fishing and many times I saw him catch fish by trying something new. I sure do miss him.
Jim Randolph
January 9, 2011
I was with dad up the pascagoula one time way up and he was throwing a johhnie arkie and he had one i grapped the net and the fish keep heading for deep water and dad said that ain't no bass and i said keep fighting it. i still had the net anyways when he got it to the boat i said that is a bass and he said (explicative deleted) right it is and i netted the 9.9 pounder the biggest bass i have seen caught certified by scale. he kept it wrapped up in news paper but sadly never mounted it. not sure if there was a picture.
January 9, 2011
Every year John and I would take turns reading "The Cajun Night Before Christmas," usually on Christmas Eve, and often at Vrazel's Restaurant in Gulfport. People gave us strange looks as we played the part of the Cajun narrator, but we didn't care. John gave us the book in 1984 and put this inscription in it: "To Jim--All through life we make many acquantances--if we are lucky enough to have made ONE true friend, we are truly among the elite--and the luckiest of all--Christmas, 1984. Friends, John and Marie." It was all I could do to read the book this year.
Jim Randolph
December 26, 2010
John came up with the idea for a bass tournament circuit and called it Poor Boy Bass Association. It was a draw-partner program and the entry fee was only $50.00 with a high-percentage payback. We had a lot of fun.
Jim Randolph
December 14, 2010
I remember all the holidays we spent at Mother , Daddy’s and Big Granny’s. Most of the time out under that big old oak tree. Good memories and good times. I miss John and the old days.
Libby Walker
December 13, 2010
Another "John-ism:" "Whiskey. And a fast horse," was one of John's favorite sayings.
Jim Randolph
December 6, 2010
We moved into our current home on Rotten Bayou just before Thanksgiving. I set out a trotline, caught some catfish, Brenda made her FAMOUS gumbo and John and Marie came over for a non-traditional Thanksgiving dinner. What a great memory. We miss you so much, John.
Jim Randolph
November 29, 2010
We fished professional bass tournaments together all over the southeast from Texas to Florida.
Jim Randolph
November 10, 2010
I missed so much over the last 10 years because I had to take care of Ed ( I would do it all over again!) but some of the best memories is when we all fished togather. I miss John teaching me some of the things he had learned and I REALLY enjoyed beating him out of the back of his boat. I just praise the Lord for the few weeks I got to spend with him.
Libby Walker
October 26, 2010
God supplies our needs, doesn't He, Dathan?
Jim Randolph
October 26, 2010
Great story Doc. we are getting ready to leave tomorrow night at midnight to lake Dardanelle in Arkansas. this is the regional championship fro the fishers of men tournament trail. We had been needing a front depth finder since my Garmin went out and they do not fix it any more. well last tourney we locked down and caught a good one early long story short that was the only keeper for the next hours so with 40 minutes left in the tourney i caught a nice one and with other competitors loading there boat since i had two minutes to quit fishing and we were right by the ramp i told kevin last cast and bam the old John ed special struck again i snatched the keeper in the bottom of the boat slung the trolling motor in and kevin was already cranking the big motor. all 3 keepers where on the john ed special lizard and his favorite worm rod with one of his beloved gold reels!! we won a depth finder for the front and the guys in Arkansas do not know it but me, kevin dad and his lizard are going hunting for HOGS this week!!
October 25, 2010
I went bass fishing Saturday with the preacher for the first time in probably two years or more. It was eery. Every single thing I did reminded me of John and something we did together or some habit we created when fishing together. We could cast over each other's lines and never have to say a word, we just instinctively knew how fast each other's retrieve would be and who needed to do what. Sayings we had shared or created flowed through my head constantly. Like, "James Allen" when we would wrap our line around our rods when putting one away, the way James taught us when we were tournament fishing with him. We never got tired of saying that, no matter how many times we did it. Sometimes we would say it for one another if we could beat the other to it. I caught 6 or 7 bass and one "jackfish" or chain pickerel that almost had me calling for the net! How I wish I could share that fishing story, or that fishing trip, with John. But, John no longer suffers the worries of this world. He's in Heaven, praising our Lord for eternity. Someday we will be there, too. What a joyous reunion that will be.
Jim Randolph
October 25, 2010
My friend john was so full of wisdom..I hear his voice reminding me to run more water in my garbage disposal every time I turn it on..and other good advice.
Brenda Randolph
October 23, 2010
Daddy, we have elk backstrap for Christmas!!
God it hurts not to be able to call you. I'm with you Dathen, I always sent the backstraps of anything we bagged to him for Christmas. Apparently he was able to fix a feast for his family and friends with them.
It was a good story, Fred (my father in law) 2 for 1 special. It was on my bucket list to hunt with him. I had so little time. It hurts so bad.
I love hearing the stories as well Jim. It is a comfort.
Angie Lambeth-Brethauer
October 20, 2010
Dathan, I understand exactly what you're saying. I've been there. Any time one of us went fishing without the other we always called with a fishing report. Usually it went like this: "Jim (or John) here with a fishing report. PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT!"It seem that most of the time if we weren't fishing together we didn't catch much, so the phone reports were usually that way. John is definitely a fishing partner neither of us will ever replace. I'm glad the stories comfort you. It is a great comfort to write about things and people you love. God created a wonderful outlet when He invented the forms of expression we humans use to share our stories and our emotions with others.
Jim Randolph
October 18, 2010
In order to have John stand up for us at our wedding 25 years ago,we had to have our wedding at SUNRISE so he and Marie could then hop in the truck with boat in tow to make the bass tournament on time. It was well worth the early crazy ceremony time to have our beloved friend be our best man. He will forever be BEST MAN in our hearts.
Brenda Randolph
October 15, 2010
This weekend we did pretty good in a tournament. i wanted to call him and tell him all the details. it feels like it did not happen because i could not tell him. this was my first birthday without him. i thought it would get easier and some days it is but then sometimes it hurts worse. i don't know. i enjoy reading the stories about my dad. it is a comfort.
Dathan Lambeth
October 14, 2010
On our first fishing trip together he had a nicotine fit and had no lighter. He found an old, wet lighter down in the bottom of the boat and got it to fire. He smoked three packs of unfiltered Camels a day until one day he signed up on the Sun Herald smoking cessation program sponsored by Gulf Coast Regional Hospital. It was hard, but he quit.
Jim Randolph
October 11, 2010
John was always the one to stand out in our family, he never was afraid to try new things and he was the one who I looked up to. He taught me so many things some good soom bad. He was the first one to hand over his keys and let me solo at age 14. He taught me how to go after the things that was important in life and he taught me so much more. I miss him so much and he will always live on in the memories I have. Today is his five week anniversery in Heaven, may the Lord comfort Marie and all who love him.
Libby Walker
October 11, 2010
John and Marie were nearly newlyweds when I met them. John pulled the boat into the clinic parking lot, Marie ran in with Catfish (the cat) to board while they were gone. She mentioned that he was a bass fisherman, I showed her a brochure photo of my newly-ordered HydraSports and John came to meet me when they got back from the tournament.
Jim and Brenda Randolph
October 5, 2010
John was my best man again at our renewal-of-vows ceremony May 4, 2005. As that was before Katrina, the same beautiful oak trees stood witness at Westside Community Park
Jim and Brenda Randolph
September 27, 2010
Marie and Dathan,

My heart, thoughts, and prayers go out to you at this time of sorrow. John was a wonderful person and everyone loved him very much. He will be sadly missed by all.
Wanda Davis
September 27, 2010
Marie, I just found out about John and am just devastated. He was such a great advocate for coastal conservation, sport fishermen and all conservation of all resources. It was a great honor to get to know him through the MS Wildlife Federation and his coverage of many very important issues made a difference in our state's landscape. He was so charming and and courageous. Our state is a better place because John dwelled here for a while. Love and prayers for you and your family. Liz and Gerald Barber
September 24, 2010
Dear Marie, I am very saddened by your loss. I pray that your God will be with you and your family in this time of great need.
Floyd Sears
September 23, 2010
John was my best man at our Saturday sunrise wedding. May 4, 1985, he pulled his blue metalflake HydraSports bass boat behind his blue Chrysler Cordoba with real Corinthian leather because he had a tournament the next day. He and Marie left as soon as the ceremony was over.
Brenda & Jim Randolph
September 18, 2010
I was there 30 years ago when these two soulmates found one another. Was a beautiful thing to watch John and Marie grow in love and respect. Marie, my heart and thoughts go out to you as you experience profound sorrow. Just remember you and John were extremely lucky. Very few people ever find their soulmates, and you two enjoyed 30 years together. Love you,
Pat Kelly
September 17, 2010
sorry to here about your lost. We will be praying for you. I know you and John had a strong love for each other. I can still picture his face and big smile some 30 years ago when I worked for the Daily Times Leader. Thoughts and prayers.
Faye Peeples
September 17, 2010
He was a Hard Workin’, Fun Lovin’, Boat Fixin’, Fish Catchin’, Grill Cookin’, Feed You ‘Till You Bust, Kind of Guy. He was Faithful, True, Strong Minded, Good Hearted, and a Champion of Worthy Causes. He was Loving, Caring, Devoted, and Dedicated to his Family and his loads of Friends. He is now our ‘Will Be Missed Forever Brother-In-Law, John’.
Robert and Carol Lummus
September 16, 2010
Marie, Please know that our thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time. John was such a wonderful man. May God bless you with all of the special memories that you have of him and with him.
Julie and Don Norris
September 16, 2010
It was an honor knowing Mr. Lambeth, we will miss him.
Kim Harris
September 16, 2010
Marie we think of you and John and all the good times we shared. I know you will miss your best friend and husband The coast is calling and we will be there soon.Take care and know that we love you and are sending happy thoughts your way Harry & Dolly Every time I pass that intersection I will laugh thinking of John
Dolly Geotes
September 15, 2010
John you will be missed and I wwill always love you You were an inspiration to me and taught me a lot your other "son" Big G
Harry Geotes
September 15, 2010
Marie, this came as such a shock. Am traveling on business in Atlanta and spent all say thinking of the fond memories I have of John: the cable TV station where we met; the fishing trips; the salty talk of our very similar pasts in the Navy. John taught me how to fish and I owe every great trip to him. He'll be missed.
Bill Donahue
September 15, 2010
John was like a Mark Twain with a Will Rogers style. He always made the fishing stories interesting, even if he did catch a thing. Had some really good times that will make for a lot of great memories....
Steve Gorenflo
September 15, 2010
Words can't express how much I loved my Daddy. Seeing the kind words of people who knew him, thought highly of him and loved him, warms my soul. I am so proud to be his daughter and part of his legacy. He has taught me well and I will forever be thankful for the example he and Marie showed me in their love for each other. To all his friends and family who so warmly opened their arms to me...Thank you!
Daddy, I miss your so badly it hurts...but I cannot wait till I see you again...Thank you for all you have ever done for me and taught me. I'm so proud of you...I love you more than any daughter could love their Daddy....
Angie Lambeth-Brethauer
September 15, 2010
Marie and Dathan,
I am sorry to hear of John's passing. I will think of him every time I pass the vacant lot where the Biloxi Holiday Inn once stood.
Steven Pluff
September 15, 2010
MARIE, MY THOUGHTS & PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU AND THE FAMILY. JIMMY CALLED ME YESTERDAY AFTERNOON AFTER HE HAD SPOKEN TO YOU. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF
Candy Miller
September 15, 2010
Marie, I was shocked to see this in the paper this morning. John was such a great guy to know and work with. Even though it has been many years since I've seen him, I remember him and his big smile well. Please know you and Dathan, his daughter and the grandchildren are in my prayers.
Teresa Taylor
September 15, 2010
I love you daddy.
Dathan Lambeth
September 15, 2010
Gonna miss you Capt. John, never ever will I forget the great times out on the boat with all of you. You and your friends have given me many memories that I will charish forever, rest well my friend.
Vicki Frazier
September 15, 2010
Marie, we send our love to you and prayers for strength and courage for you while coping with your loss. I know John was your best friend as well as your husband. He will be greatly missed. We love you.
Bill & Karen Shook
September 15, 2010
Marie,

I am sorry for your loss. I have thought of you both recently, even though it has been aproximately 20 years since I have seen ya'll. (Ya'll knew me from Popp's Ace Hardware where I worked then.)

May God bless you and yours.

Sincerely,
Donna Pierce Sistrunk
September 15, 2010
Grammy and Family,

Please tell me how I can support you in this time. I love you.
Mellisa Lambet
September 15, 2010
John had many special gifts, not the least of which was the ability to grill cobia to perfection. Reading the obit brought tears; remembering John's storytelling makes me smile. It was a privilege to have known and worked with him. Condolences to Marie and all whose lives he touched.
Jean Prescott
September 15, 2010
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. I will always remember the time John took us out on his boat.
Love always, your cousin Stephanie
Stephanie Preston
September 15, 2010
Marie, we send our love and sympathy in your loss.
Lib and Sid Sumrall
Sid & Lib Sumrall
September 15, 2010
Charlie Lambeth
September 15, 2010
You will live in our hearts forever. I love you BIG Brother. I know you are resting in the arms of Jesus.
Libby Walker
September 15, 2010
[email protected] JUDY LAMBETH
September 15, 2010
I was saddened to learn of John's untimely death. Not only was he a fine journalist, he shared his love for the seas and taught many others to appreciate our waters. He was also a fine man -- honest, kind, gentle. He'll be sorely missed, not only by close friends but by people like me who did not know him well but respected and admired him.
nan ehrbright
September 15, 2010
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