Barry Duaine Johnson
Jan 5, 1933 - Sep 30, 2013
Barry (Spud or Rocky) Johnson passed away quietly in his sleep at Sunnybank
Centre on Sep. 30, 2013.
Barry was born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, and lived in Vernon before going north on his own to homestead in Taylor, BC. He apprenticed as an electrician in Fort St. John and it was then that he met the love of his life, Elsie Hamilton and they were married in 1953. They owned and operated a service station, a market garden, farmed and raised a family of five in Taylor.
In 1975, Barry, Elsie and three children moved to Oliver, BC where he worked for the Highways as a truck driver. Barry loved hockey, hunting, fishing, woodworking and landscaping. The “River Gardens” next door to their Oliver home were a labour of love. Many a favorite rock was carted home from camping and motor home trips which were usually enjoyed with many friends. The Redwood forest was a memorable trip made with “special” friends.
Barry is survived by his wife (Elsie), daughters; Lexie (Jim Gordon), RoxAnna (Ron Gibson), Sharleen (Lee Westgate) and Corene (Bob Rosland) and son; Trevor (Megan); eight grandsons, four granddaughters, 7 great grandchildren and 7 step-great grandchildren; sister Marilyn (Campbell) and brother Darryl (Kathy). Barry was predeceased by his father (Roy), mother (Evelyn) and brothers (Don and Lionel).
Barry’s gentle nature, big hugs, whistling, yodeling and much more will be sorely missed by all who knew him.
Many thanks to all the caregivers in Poppy Wing at Sunnybank Centre. Donations in Barry’s memory may be made to the Alzheimer’s Society of BC or the Desert Valley Hospice Society, Oliver, BC.
Condolences and tributes may be directed to the family by visiting www.nunes-pottinger.com
Arrangements entrusted to Nunes-Pottinger Funeral Service & Crematorium, Oliver & Osoyoos.
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be,
So he closed his arms around you
And whispered, “Come to me.”

Your smile is gone forever
Your hands we cannot touch,
All we have is memories,
Of one we loved so much
He took you to his garden,
And laid you there to rest,
God’s garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best.