Florence Ruth Johnson ROOSEVELT Surrounded by family, Florence Johnson, 88, of Roosevelt, NJ, passed away after a three month illness with lung cancer, at her daughter Virginia's home in Odenton, MD. Florie touched many lives with her uncompromising love and kindness, and will be sorely missed by all who knew her. She was indeed a rare person and had a gift for making you feel special. Florie was born Aug. 10, 1929 to George and Mildred McCarty of North Brunswick, NJ, and graduated from Muhlenberg Hospital Nursing School, Plainfield, NJ, in September 1951. She married Herbert Johnson in December 1951 and began to raise a family. Florie's greatest joy was her relationships with her children, Leslie, Evelyn, Virginia, Steven, Jennifer, Daniel and William, and she was a Mom beyond compare! Florie spent much of her life raising her children and keeping her home, in Metuchen, Freehold, and then Roosevelt, NJ. The importance of family was evident in all Florie did: nightly home-cooked family meals, yearly Thanksgiving feasts for 20 or more, babysitting grandchildren, cheering at athletic events, or attending innumerable school functions. Florence was exceptional at guiding her family through life's crises and teaching her children to do the right thing. Florie's home was always welcoming: cheery curtains in the windows, walls adorned with her children's artwork, and something tasty cooking in the kitchen. Even with a large family and a tight budget, Florie made sure her kids got a chance for adventure, with road trips to visit family and friends in West Virginia, New York and Ohio, camping adventures, trips to the beach, NYC's Radio City Music Hall, museums and historic sites. After the kids were grown, Florie and Herb got a chance to travel extensively together, traversing the country several times on road trips. Florie and Herb were married for 56 devoted years and their marriage was an inspiration to all. Florie was a devoted Nana and took an active role in all her grandchildren's and great-grandchildren's lives. Florence was proud to be an RN and worked briefly at Muhlenberg Hospital and in Tennessee when she was first married, and then years later at Wickatunk Nursing Home, Marlboro, NJ. She also worked for a time at two family businesses: a woman's fashion shop, and a pet shop. Florence lived in Roosevelt for the past 33 years and was actively involved in her community: contributing to and collating the Roosevelt Borough Bulletin, assisting with the Roosevelt Nursery School and Roosevelt Food Co-Operative, serving as assistant Brownie troop leader, working at the election polls, participating in the Roosevelt Seniors Group, and driving many a neighbor to doctor and other appointments. Flo always made time to lend a sympathetic ear (as well as a hug) to her neighbors and friends near and far. In addition to her extended family, many friends regularly received cards from Florie - birthday, anniversary, or just words of encouragement. Florie will be remembered and forever cherished by her children and their spouses and partners, Leslie Johnson (Roosevelt, NJ), Evelyn Johnson and Jerry Pittman (Hamilton, NJ), Virginia and Bob Bochar (Odenton, MD), Steven and Joanne Johnson (Alexandria, VA), Jennifer and Jim Cicalese (Medford, NJ); her grandchildren, James Edelstein (Selena) (Mt. Tremper, NY), William Edelstein (Kara) (Tucson, AZ), Trevor and Irina Bochar, and Kathryn Cicalese; her great-grandchildren, Morgana, Isabela, and Dylan Edelstein; brothers-in-law Anthony Norcia and Martin Johnson; nieces Lynn Norcia, Kim Bush, and Laurel Hall, son-in-law Gary Edelstein, and many special friends, especially "adopted daughter" Jennifer Juckes Vetrovs. Florie is predeceased by her beloved husband Herbert, her sons, Daniel and William, her son-in-law, Mark Mironov, her sisters, Virginia Norcia and Barbara Peters, and nephew Tony Norcia. A memorial celebration will be held Saturday, Oct. 21, at 2 p.m. at the Roosevelt Borough Hall, 33 N. Rochdale Avenue, Roosevelt, NJ. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to CanSAR (Cancer survivors against radon), 475 South Church St., Suite 600, Hendersonville, NC 28792 https://donatenow.networkforgood.org/cansar; or Womanspace, Inc., 1212 Stuyvesant Ave., Trenton, NJ 08618 (serving the needs of women in crisis).
By Sharyn Walz
Sam and Erin Schneider and their rescue dog Dixie moved into the Britton House (30 Homestead Lane) last August. They met while working at a summer camp, and were recently married. Sam grew up in North Jersey, relocated to Plainsboro, and wanted to find a home near his job in Monroe. Erin was born in Philadelphia, but was raised in the South. Neither had heard of Roosevelt prior to looking at the Britton House, but several residents have stopped by to tell them some interesting information about the house: the deck of the Starship Enterprise used to be in the basement, there is video of Albert Einstein leaving the house, and there may be ghost in the attic. They report that Dixie sometimes looks up at the ceiling and barks for no apparent reason!
They are both looking forward to fixing up the home and will be working closely with their families for help. They have already done some work on the bathroom and have installed a new roof. They are planning to stay in Roosevelt for the foreseeable future. Sam’s family bought an old home and restored it while he was growing up, so the “fixer-upper” passion is in his blood. Once the structural bones of the house are completed, Erin looks forward to decorating, as she is very crafty.
The Schneiders have already begun to get involved in our Roosevelt community. They attended the wine and dessert fundraiser in the fall that benefitted the Roosevelt Public School Education Foundation. Since both are teachers, it was a natural fit. Erin teaches kindergarten and Sam teaches music to middle school students. They are eager to attend upcoming town events and have the opportunity to meet more people. Erin also mentioned enjoying the Roosevelt Rocks activity, and they keep one of the special flower rocks by artist Alex Pendjurin on their patio.
Britton House, formerly known as Chamberlin House, received its own designation as a “principal historic structure” as defined in the ordinance providing for the designation and preservation of the Historic District of the Borough of Roosevelt. As reported in a 2014 Bulletin article, Britton House was built around 1830 and played an important role in the early years of the community, serving at various times as an outlet store for the factory and as the first children’s nursery. We welcome the Schneider family to Roosevelt and look forward to seeing them around town.
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RPS students have launched the Roosevelt Times under the auspices of the RPS Newspaper Club, led by kindergarten teacher Larisa Bondy. The following is an excerpt from their December 19 edition.
The Roosevelt Community lost a cherished member on Jan. 14, 2017, with the passing of Peter Stolberg. Peter is remembered as a kind gentle man, who had friends in abundance. He will be dearly missed. Here is his obituary:
Buzzards wheel above our town
dipping feather wands as if witching for water. Black tips
read the air, its sun-ripple scent-current Braille,
and conjure the underground body who responds,
finding its artesian way through layers of rock and dark to the sky.
They sled the air, brake on the steel rail
circling the water-tower tank, our turkey buzzards
watching over the town. They survey the round world
for death that they may take it from us.
True lies. We don’t know minds that might wish not
to know ours, eyes we cannot see that see ours.
Ripened fruits of darkness, they refuse to be eaten by this poem.
Perched on the high carousel, patient as steel
they wait for the carnival ride to start, watching
our random walk through the park. They scan the snow
one ruffling feathers at its pretense of sky? Another salivating
at water holding its breath like death? The rail sings
in the wind as the buzzards begin turning
on its center whirling these immense worlds
till unknown minds at play or fixed on love or war
skiffle feather tips and soar from this poem.