Ruth Johnson obituary: Ruth Johnson's Obituary, Albany
In Memory Of
Ruth A. Johnson
1927 - 2018
In Memory Of
Ruth A. Johnson
1927 - 2018
MY LIFE STORY
Autobiography of Ruth Ann Elisa Hutchinson-Johnson
I was born on March 10, 1927, at Fair Prospect in the Parish of Portland, Jamaica, West Indies. I am the daughter of Fitzgerald Hutchinson and Catherine Pearce-Hutchinson and am the second of 10 children to Catherine.
At a very early age I constantly spoke of becoming a doctor. At 9 years of age, I took the Government All Island (GAI) Scholarship exam, which involves only children 9 years of age. When the results were published, I was “Number 1 in the Island.” I was so elated because this achievement would enable me to attend High School in Kingston, free of cost, beginning January of the following year. In December, at the end of the elementary school academic year, the teachers and students gave me send-off and well wishes, because I would not be returning in January.
My father died when I was 9 days old. My mother, Catherine, was married twice thereafter, but regrettably, both husbands passed on. This had implications on resources that would or would not be available in our household. Mom had several children and no father in the household to assist. The only requirement of parents pertaining to the Government All Island Scholarship was to supply linen and hygiene material as outlined by the school in Kingston. My mother, now a single parent with many children, was unable to comply. It was utter devastation for my mother and me. I was terribly distraught that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship, and so had to return to my original school in January. The teachers and students were simply shocked to see me back at school as they had expected me to be thriving at the new school in Kingston to which I had obtained the scholarship.
My mother was a great believer in prayer and faith. She encouraged me not to become discouraged. She would tell me, “Better things are ahead. God will open ways where there seems to be no way.” My mother also was a believer in the adage, “Every disappointment is for the better.” Because I was only 9 years of age at that time, my mother felt perhaps it was best that I was not away from parental guidance.
I graduated from high school at age 16. In emulating the strong work ethic of my mother, I was quite excited to go to work so that I could assist my mother, who by now had 10 children. There was at that time a vacancy in the Jamaican Government’s Postal Department. I applied to the Government, hoping to get the vacant job position of Assistant Postmistress. As what occurred when I was 9 years old, I again was greeted with misfortune. The government replied, “Your application has been denied. No one at such a tender age of 16 can be hired for this job.”
Mom and I again were deeply devastated by the denial. Again, my mother exercised great faith and belief that God can and will open a way for me. Well, something did happen. Shortly after the denial letter, another letter of acceptance came from the Government, appointing me to the post as Assistant Postmistress in the Postal Department. How this turn of events came to pass has remained a mystery to me. Nonetheless, I was just so happy. I commenced immediately working as the Assistant Postmistress at Long Bay, a coveted Government job. Two years later, in 1945, I was transferred to Hector’s River as Assistant Postmistress. And in 1947, I was promoted and sent to Bull Bay as Postmistress-in-charge.
I have always had great respect and admiration for older individuals. At Bull Bay, Mr. and Mrs. Clue were home owners, who resided next to the Post Office. They were many, many years my senior, more like my grandparents. The Clues – who did not have children of their own – took me in as their daughter. The Clues were the cornerstone of the Roman Catholic Church in Lower St. Andrew. Consequently, I became an even more ardent and devoted Catholic.
I never got over the fact that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship when I was 9 years old. That educational track would have allowed me to become a doctor or to achieve my other desire to become a Telegraphist with the Government. One day, I mentioned to the Clues the great disappointment I had when I was younger. The Clues suggested that the three of us should visit the Priest to discuss the matter. I was very hesitant. The Clues insisted and made an appointment with the Priest. A few weeks later, I received a letter from the Government to report to the School of Telegraphy in Kingston. There again, my mother’s prayers and mine were answered. It was clear that all impossibilities were becoming possible through prayer. In 1949, I was no longer with the Postal Department. I left Bull Bay and went to Kingston, where I attended the School of Telegraphy. This was very intense training in Morse and wireless codes, as well as other topics.
In 1951, my first assignment after graduating from the School of Telegraphy was Annotto Bay, St. Mary, as a Telegraphist. There I met my first and only love, Roy Johnson, who eventually would become my husband the 6th of June 1953. We remained married for 62 years, until Roy’s passing on July 27, 2015.
While in Annotto Bay, I met Ms. Birdie Saunders, the senior Telegraphist, who was much my senior; indeed, she was more like a mother. I was very shy and sheltered and depended on Ms. Saunders for guidance in dealing with my new friend, Roy. I got several invitations from Roy to go to the movies, the beach, and other places. Under the watchful guidance of Ms. Saunders, I always answered Roy’s entreaties with, “Not yet.” Finally, I was advised by my mother-like guide that I could now accept the movie invitation. With this being my first date ever, I was a picture of trepidation. My legs felt so weak and my knees shook with nervousness. In contrast, Roy was the dapper “face guy,” who was calm and cool as he escorted me to the movies, one of which was “To Have and Have Not” with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Over time the nervousness disappeared, and we became very happy together.
Another highlight in being a Telegraphist is that the Government could transfer you to different parts of the country at any moment’s notice. Although this could be viewed negatively, I saw this as a privilege of getting to meet many people, and a chance of knowing the country. This early experience fostered my love for travel which allowed me to visit several places at home and abroad.
I was transferred from Annotto Bay to Hope Bay, in Portland. Shortly thereafter, I was sent to Linstead in St. Catherine. From Linstead, I went to Falmouth in Trelawny, and then to Duncans in Trelawny. While in Duncans, my friend – Roy, my first love – was transferred from Annotto Bay to Retreat in St. Mary. From Duncans, I went to St. Anns Bay in St. Ann. Then I went to Oracabessa in St. Mary. In the meantime, Roy was transferred from Retreat to Highgate in St Mary. The distance between Oracabessa in St. Mary and Highgate, also in the Parish of St. Mary, was very manageable. We were able to get together more often.
On June 6, 1953, Roy and I were married in Kingston. On my resumption of duty, I was sent to Highgate. Roy and I lived in Highgate and began making a family. We were very happy. I worked as a Telegraphist
at Highgate, and Roy was a police officer, stationed in Highgate. Life was very good. Our first child,
Jennifer, was born in Annotto Bay Hospital, and our second child, Anthony (“Tony”), was born in Highgate. A few years after, Roy was transferred to Port Maria in St. Mary. Life became somewhat problematic. Dad was now home only when he was off, which was just too short a time. Things got worse. I was transferred to Richmond in St. Mary. Now, both Roy and I worked far away from home. A not too uncommon arrangement in Jamaica is the presence of domestic helpers or maids. The children and the maids were the only ones now at home in Highgate. Roy and I hurriedly gave up the house and moved the children and maids to Kingston to be with Catherine, my mother.
I took seven days’ vacation from Richmond and rushed to Kingston to help sort things out for our family. Once again, I needed every bit of my mother’s prayer that God will open ways to help us through the difficulties that occurred being so far apart. At the end of my vacation, I found out that I was transferred to Winward Road, a suburb of Kingston. Simultaneously, Roy was transferred from St. Mary to Kingston. Normalcy returned once more. Now Roy and I had our family with us in Kingston. Lenworth (“Lenny”), our third child, was born soon thereafter.
After a while, in the 1950’s I came to the United States. The Civil Rights Movement was just beginning. I grieved tremendously the pain of Mamie Till, whose 14-year-old son, Emmett Till, was brutally killed for whistling at a white woman. America was a study in contrast at that time, being the land of opportunity for some and not for others. Nevertheless, I prepared the path for my family to join me a few years later. The family now comprised of five children, Jennifer, Anthony (“Tony”), Lenworth (“Lenny” – and whom I alone affectionately would call “Len Len”), Patrick, and Bridgette.
My life expanded into a different path. I attended Washington Business Institute. After graduation, I became a member of the faculty, teaching Gregg shorthand and typing. During this time, I worked part time as a legal Secretary with Attorney Ernest McKenzie and his law firm. I subsequently became a full time Executive Legal Secretary with Attorney Daniel Greenberg, and thus had to give up teaching. The experiences and mentorships at both law offices provided me with the skills of a paralegal, albeit without the law degree. I was empowered by Attorney Greenberg giving me the confidence to run the law office in various situations dealing with the cases and the courts, whenever he
was away on local or international legal matters.
I attended college at nights to earn a degree. Both attorneys with whom I had worked, and other attorneys whom I met through dealings with the cases and the courts, encouraged me to get a law degree as they envisioned me as becoming an outstanding attorney. But law was not my passion. Recall at a very early age I wanted to become a doctor, and was quite disappointed when I had to forego the GAI Scholarship at age 9. I decided to leave the law firm so that I could attend college full time. I pursued a Bachelor of Science degree in Medical Technology as the first step in the healthcare arena. However, in the recesses of my mind, I wondered if continuing my studies to obtain a Doctor of Medicine (MD) degree might be impractical at such a late stage in my life. I was very happy to obtain my degree which had me closely connected to the medical environment. I focused heavily on the requirements which would qualify me to obtain employment with the Federal Government. I took Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, Biochemistry, Biology, Epidemiology, Quantitative Chemistry, Physics and all the other difficult but necessary courses, to be assured I was fully qualified to obtain that post when it became time to apply. The courses and course load were tough, but I excelled. A driving force was remembering the disappointment I faced at 9-years-old even though I had scored Number 1 in the All Island competitive exam. I went on to do the residency. At completion, I was bestowed the Bachelor of Science Degree in Health Sciences.
I then applied to the Federal Government. Simultaneously, I also applied to the Physicians’ Assistant program as a step toward applying to medical school and becoming a physician. I was accepted by both the Federal Government and the Physicians’ Assistant program. I, however, took the Federal job instead, upon a most cerebral and emotional consultation with “Len Len,” my son, Dr. Lenworth Johnson, who had just graduated from medical school.
I was assigned to Albany, New York. Roy and I then moved from New York City to Latham, New York. I remained with the Federal Government’s Veterans Administration Medical Center (VAMC) until retirement on December 3, 1989. Roy retired from Manufacturers Hanover Trust Bank on December 31, 1989. Upon retirement, Roy and I spent a great deal of time driving or flying to various states to visit our children and grandchildren. So far, there are 13 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren.
One of my favorite activities is travel. I have been to numerous places in the United States and abroad. I have traveled to Germany, England, Canada, Austria-Hungary, Budapest Hungary, Vienna, Isle of Wight, Australia, Hawaii, New Zealand, Fiji Island, Panama, and several cruises to the Caribbean islands. Roy and I so fondly cherished our 50th Anniversary cruise to Panama with Lenny and my daughter-in-law, more so my daughter, Patti (Patricia Johnson).
My next favorite activity after retirement is taking enrichment courses. I always had a great passion for the classroom from an early age. Since retirement, I have registered and attended college once more taking several enrichment courses, such as Drawing, Water Color, Calligraphy, Painting, Pastel, Floral Design-including silk and dried flowers, Jewelry Making, Computer, Music courses, such as piano, Music Appreciation, Sight Reading and singing, Jazz Appreciation and continuation of Spanish which I had previously done in College prior to retirement. Presently, I am taking Mandarin Chinese. I find the Chinese language so very fascinating – ni hao (which means: hello).
I have been fortunate to have lived a really full life through knowing so many family members and so many friends: Helen Coates, Leonard Bernstein, Hyacinth Edwards, Bill Stedman, Thelma Jordan, Audrey Guyette and all of my Beltrone friends, Dr. Bob Daniels, Maria Chou, Pauline Lesmerises and all of my Albany VA Hospital friends, to name a few. I am humbled! The faith my mother instilled in me from youth remains the rock in my life: “Have faith in God, he will make a way for you even when it seems there is no way.”
God Bless,
Ruth Johnson
Donation may be made to 2018 Save the Children, 501 Kings Highway East, Suite 400, Fairfield, CT 06825 or a charity of one’s choice on behalf of Mrs. Ruth Johnson.
Autobiography of Ruth Ann Elisa Hutchinson-Johnson
I was born on March 10, 1927, at Fair Prospect in the Parish of Portland, Jamaica, West Indies. I am the daughter of Fitzgerald Hutchinson and Catherine Pearce-Hutchinson and am the second of 10 children to Catherine.
At a very early age I constantly spoke of becoming a doctor. At 9 years of age, I took the Government All Island (GAI) Scholarship exam, which involves only children 9 years of age. When the results were published, I was “Number 1 in the Island.” I was so elated because this achievement would enable me to attend High School in Kingston, free of cost, beginning January of the following year. In December, at the end of the elementary school academic year, the teachers and students gave me send-off and well wishes, because I would not be returning in January.
My father died when I was 9 days old. My mother, Catherine, was married twice thereafter, but regrettably, both husbands passed on. This had implications on resources that would or would not be available in our household. Mom had several children and no father in the household to assist. The only requirement of parents pertaining to the Government All Island Scholarship was to supply linen and hygiene material as outlined by the school in Kingston. My mother, now a single parent with many children, was unable to comply. It was utter devastation for my mother and me. I was terribly distraught that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship, and so had to return to my original school in January. The teachers and students were simply shocked to see me back at school as they had expected me to be thriving at the new school in Kingston to which I had obtained the scholarship.
My mother was a great believer in prayer and faith. She encouraged me not to become discouraged. She would tell me, “Better things are ahead. God will open ways where there seems to be no way.” My mother also was a believer in the adage, “Every disappointment is for the better.” Because I was only 9 years of age at that time, my mother felt perhaps it was best that I was not away from parental guidance.
I graduated from high school at age 16. In emulating the strong work ethic of my mother, I was quite excited to go to work so that I could assist my mother, who by now had 10 children. There was at that time a vacancy in the Jamaican Government’s Postal Department. I applied to the Government, hoping to get the vacant job position of Assistant Postmistress. As what occurred when I was 9 years old, I again was greeted with misfortune. The government replied, “Your application has been denied. No one at such a tender age of 16 can be hired for this job.”
Mom and I again were deeply devastated by the denial. Again, my mother exercised great faith and belief that God can and will open a way for me. Well, something did happen. Shortly after the denial letter, another letter of acceptance came from the Government, appointing me to the post as Assistant Postmistress in the Postal Department. How this turn of events came to pass has remained a mystery to me. Nonetheless, I was just so happy. I commenced immediately working as the Assistant Postmistress at Long Bay, a coveted Government job. Two years later, in 1945, I was transferred to Hector’s River as Assistant Postmistress. And in 1947, I was promoted and sent to Bull Bay as Postmistress-in-charge.
I have always had great respect and admiration for older individuals. At Bull Bay, Mr. and Mrs. Clue were home owners, who resided next to the Post Office. They were many, many years my senior, more like my grandparents. The Clues – who did not have children of their own – took me in as their daughter. The Clues were the cornerstone of the Roman Catholic Church in Lower St. Andrew. Consequently, I became an even more ardent and devoted Catholic.
I never got over the fact that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship when I was 9 years old. That educational track would have allowed me to become a doctor or to achieve my other desire to become a Telegraphist with the Government. One day, I mentioned to the Clues the great disappointment I had when I was younger. The Clues suggested that the three of us should visit the Priest to discuss the matter. I was very hesitant. The Clues insisted and made an appointment with the Priest. A few weeks later, I received a letter from the Government to report to the School of Telegraphy in Kingston. There again, my mother’s prayers and mine were answered. It was clear that all impossibilities were becoming possible through prayer. In 1949, I was no longer with the Postal Department. I left Bull Bay and went to Kingston, where I attended the School of Telegraphy. This was very intense training in Morse and wireless codes, as well as other topics.
In 1951, my first assignment after graduating from the School of Telegraphy was Annotto Bay, St. Mary, as a Telegraphist. There I met my first and only love, Roy Johnson, who eventually would become my husband the 6th of June 1953. We remained married for 62 years, until Roy’s passing on July 27, 2015.
While in Annotto Bay, I met Ms. Birdie Saunders, the senior Telegraphist, who was much my senior; indeed, she was more like a mother. I was very shy and sheltered and depended on Ms. Saunders for guidance in dealing with my new friend, Roy. I got several invitations from Roy to go to the movies, the beach, and other places. Under the watchful guidance of Ms. Saunders, I always answered Roy’s entreaties with, “Not yet.” Finally, I was advised by my mother-like guide that I could now accept the movie invitation. With this being my first date ever, I was a picture of trepidation. My legs felt so weak and my knees shook with nervousness. In contrast, Roy was the dapper “face guy,” who was calm and cool as he escorted me to the movies, one of which was “To Have and Have Not” with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Over time the nervousness disappeared, and we became very happy together.
Another highlight in being a Telegraphist is that the Government could transfer you to different parts of the country at any moment’s notice. Although this could be viewed negatively, I saw this as a privilege of getting to meet many people, and a chance of knowing the country. This early experience fostered my love for travel which allowed me to visit several places at home and abroad.
I was transferred from Annotto Bay to Hope Bay, in Portland. Shortly thereafter, I was sent to Linstead in St. Catherine. From Linstead, I went to Falmouth in Trelawny, and then to Duncans in Trelawny. While in Duncans, my friend – Roy, my first love – was transferred from Annotto Bay to Retreat in St. Mary. From Duncans, I went to St. Anns Bay in St. Ann. Then I went to Oracabessa in St. Mary. In the meantime, Roy was transferred from Retreat to Highgate in St Mary. The distance between Oracabessa in St. Mary and Highgate, also in the Parish of St. Mary, was very manageable. We were able to get together more often.
On June 6, 1953, Roy and I were married in Kingston. On my resumption of duty, I was sent to Highgate. Roy and I lived in Highgate and began making a family. We were very happy. I worked as a Telegraphist
at Highgate, and Roy was a police officer, stationed in Highgate. Life was very good. Our first child,
Jennifer, was born in Annotto Bay Hospital, and our second child, Anthony (“Tony”), was born in Highgate. A few years after, Roy was transferred to Port Maria in St. Mary. Life became somewhat problematic. Dad was now home only when he was off, which was just too short a time. Things got worse. I was transferred to Richmond in St. Mary. Now, both Roy and I worked far away from home. A not too uncommon arrangement in Jamaica is the presence of domestic helpers or maids. The children and the maids were the only ones now at home in Highgate. Roy and I hurriedly gave up the house and moved the children and maids to Kingston to be with Catherine, my mother.
I took seven days’ vacation from Richmond and rushed to Kingston to help sort things out for our family. Once again, I needed every bit of my mother’s prayer that God will open ways to help us through the difficulties that occurred being so far apart. At the end of my vacation, I found out that I was transferred to Winward Road, a suburb of Kingston. Simultaneously, Roy was transferred from St. Mary to Kingston. Normalcy returned once more. Now Roy and I had our family with us in Kingston. Lenworth (“Lenny”), our third child, was born soon thereafter.
After a while, in the 1950’s I came to the United States. The Civil Rights Movement was just beginning. I grieved tremendously the pain of Mamie Till, whose 14-year-old son, Emmett Till, was brutally killed for whistling at a white woman. America was a study in contrast at that time, being the land of opportunity for some and not for others. Nevertheless, I prepared the path for my family to join me a few years later. The family now comprised of five children, Jennifer, Anthony (“Tony”), Lenworth (“Lenny” – and whom I alone affectionately would call “Len Len”), Patrick, and Bridgette.
My life expanded into a different path. I attended Washington Business Institute. After graduation, I became a member of the faculty, teaching Gregg shorthand and typing. During this time, I worked part time as a legal Secretary with Attorney Ernest McKenzie and his law firm. I subsequently became a full time Executive Legal Secretary with Attorney Daniel Greenberg, and thus had to give up teaching. The experiences and mentorships at both law offices provided me with the skills of a paralegal, albeit without the law degree. I was empowered by Attorney Greenberg giving me the confidence to run the law office in various situations dealing with the cases and the courts, whenever he
was away on local or international legal matters.
I attended college at nights to earn a degree. Both attorneys with whom I had worked, and other attorneys whom I met through dealings with the cases and the courts, encouraged me to get a law degree as they envisioned me as becoming an outstanding attorney. But law was not my passion. Recall at a very early age I wanted to become a doctor, and was quite disappointed when I had to forego the GAI Scholarship at age 9. I decided to leave the law firm so that I could attend college full time. I pursued a Bachelor of Science degree in Medical Technology as the first step in the healthcare arena. However, in the recesses of my mind, I wondered if continuing my studies to obtain a Doctor of Medicine (MD) degree might be impractical at such a late stage in my life. I was very happy to obtain my degree which had me closely connected to the medical environment. I focused heavily on the requirements which would qualify me to obtain employment with the Federal Government. I took Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, Biochemistry, Biology, Epidemiology, Quantitative Chemistry, Physics and all the other difficult but necessary courses, to be assured I was fully qualified to obtain that post when it became time to apply. The courses and course load were tough, but I excelled. A driving force was remembering the disappointment I faced at 9-years-old even though I had scored Number 1 in the All Island competitive exam. I went on to do the residency. At completion, I was bestowed the Bachelor of Science Degree in Health Sciences.
I then applied to the Federal Government. Simultaneously, I also applied to the Physicians’ Assistant program as a step toward applying to medical school and becoming a physician. I was accepted by both the Federal Government and the Physicians’ Assistant program. I, however, took the Federal job instead, upon a most cerebral and emotional consultation with “Len Len,” my son, Dr. Lenworth Johnson, who had just graduated from medical school.
I was assigned to Albany, New York. Roy and I then moved from New York City to Latham, New York. I remained with the Federal Government’s Veterans Administration Medical Center (VAMC) until retirement on December 3, 1989. Roy retired from Manufacturers Hanover Trust Bank on December 31, 1989. Upon retirement, Roy and I spent a great deal of time driving or flying to various states to visit our children and grandchildren. So far, there are 13 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren.
One of my favorite activities is travel. I have been to numerous places in the United States and abroad. I have traveled to Germany, England, Canada, Austria-Hungary, Budapest Hungary, Vienna, Isle of Wight, Australia, Hawaii, New Zealand, Fiji Island, Panama, and several cruises to the Caribbean islands. Roy and I so fondly cherished our 50th Anniversary cruise to Panama with Lenny and my daughter-in-law, more so my daughter, Patti (Patricia Johnson).
My next favorite activity after retirement is taking enrichment courses. I always had a great passion for the classroom from an early age. Since retirement, I have registered and attended college once more taking several enrichment courses, such as Drawing, Water Color, Calligraphy, Painting, Pastel, Floral Design-including silk and dried flowers, Jewelry Making, Computer, Music courses, such as piano, Music Appreciation, Sight Reading and singing, Jazz Appreciation and continuation of Spanish which I had previously done in College prior to retirement. Presently, I am taking Mandarin Chinese. I find the Chinese language so very fascinating – ni hao (which means: hello).
I have been fortunate to have lived a really full life through knowing so many family members and so many friends: Helen Coates, Leonard Bernstein, Hyacinth Edwards, Bill Stedman, Thelma Jordan, Audrey Guyette and all of my Beltrone friends, Dr. Bob Daniels, Maria Chou, Pauline Lesmerises and all of my Albany VA Hospital friends, to name a few. I am humbled! The faith my mother instilled in me from youth remains the rock in my life: “Have faith in God, he will make a way for you even when it seems there is no way.”
God Bless,
Ruth Johnson
Donation may be made to 2018 Save the Children, 501 Kings Highway East, Suite 400, Fairfield, CT 06825 or a charity of one’s choice on behalf of Mrs. Ruth Johnson.
MY LIFE STORY
Autobiography of Ruth Ann Elisa Hutchinson-Johnson
I was born on March 10, 1927, at Fair Prospect in the Parish of Portland, Jamaica, West Indies. I am the daughter of Fitzgerald Hutchinson and Catherine Pearce-Hutchinson and am the second of 10 children to Catherine.
At a very early age I constantly spoke of becoming a doctor. At 9 years of age, I took the Government All Island (GAI) Scholarship exam, which involves only children 9 years of age. When the results were published, I was “Number 1 in the Island.” I was so elated because this achievement would enable me to attend High School in Kingston, free of cost, beginning January of the following year. In December, at the end of the elementary school academic year, the teachers and students gave me send-off and well wishes, because I would not be returning in January.
My father died when I was 9 days old. My mother, Catherine, was married twice thereafter, but regrettably, both husbands passed on. This had implications on resources that would or would not be available in our household. Mom had several children and no father in the household to assist. The only requirement of parents pertaining to the Government All Island Scholarship was to supply linen and hygiene material as outlined by the school in Kingston. My mother, now a single parent with many children, was unable to comply. It was utter devastation for my mother and me. I was terribly distraught that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship, and so had to return to my original school in January. The teachers and students were simply shocked to see me back at school as they had expected me to be thriving at the new school in Kingston to which I had obtained the scholarship.
My mother was a great believer in prayer and faith. She encouraged me not to become discouraged. She would tell me, “Better things are ahead. God will open ways where there seems to be no way.” My mother also was a believer in the adage, “Every disappointment is for the better.” Because I was only 9 years of age at that time, my mother felt perhaps it was best that I was not away from parental guidance.
I graduated from high school at age 16. In emulating the strong work ethic of my mother, I was quite excited to go to work so that I could assist my mother, who by now had 10 children. There was at that time a vacancy in the Jamaican Government’s Postal Department. I applied to the Government, hoping to get the vacant job position of Assistant Postmistress. As what occurred when I was 9 years old, I again was greeted with misfortune. The government replied, “Your application has been denied. No one at such a tender age of 16 can be hired for this job.”
Mom and I again were deeply devastated by the denial. Again, my mother exercised great faith and belief that God can and will open a way for me. Well, something did happen. Shortly after the denial letter, another letter of acceptance came from the Government, appointing me to the post as Assistant Postmistress in the Postal Department. How this turn of events came to pass has remained a mystery to me. Nonetheless, I was just so happy. I commenced immediately working as the Assistant Postmistress at Long Bay, a coveted Government job. Two years later, in 1945, I was transferred to Hector’s River as Assistant Postmistress. And in 1947, I was promoted and sent to Bull Bay as Postmistress-in-charge.
I have always had great respect and admiration for older individuals. At Bull Bay, Mr. and Mrs. Clue were home owners, who resided next to the Post Office. They were many, many years my senior, more like my grandparents. The Clues – who did not have children of their own – took me in as their daughter. The Clues were the cornerstone of the Roman Catholic Church in Lower St. Andrew. Consequently, I became an even more ardent and devoted Catholic.
I never got over the fact that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship when I was 9 years old. That educational track would have allowed me to become a doctor or to achieve my other desire to become a Telegraphist with the Government. One day, I mentioned to the Clues the great disappointment I had when I was younger. The Clues suggested that the three of us should visit the Priest to discuss the matter. I was very hesitant. The Clues insisted and made an appointment with the Priest. A few weeks later, I received a letter from the Government to report to the School of Telegraphy in Kingston. There again, my mother’s prayers and mine were answered. It was clear that all impossibilities were becoming possible through prayer. In 1949, I was no longer with the Postal Department. I left Bull Bay and went to Kingston, where I attended the School of Telegraphy. This was very intense training in Morse and wireless codes, as well as other topics.
In 1951, my first assignment after graduating from the School of Telegraphy was Annotto Bay, St. Mary, as a Telegraphist. There I met my first and only love, Roy Johnson, who eventually would become my husband the 6th of June 1953. We remained married for 62 years, until Roy’s passing on July 27, 2015.
While in Annotto Bay, I met Ms. Birdie Saunders, the senior Telegraphist, who was much my senior; indeed, she was more like a mother. I was very shy and sheltered and depended on Ms. Saunders for guidance in dealing with my new friend, Roy. I got several invitations from Roy to go to the movies, the beach, and other places. Under the watchful guidance of Ms. Saunders, I always answered Roy’s entreaties with, “Not yet.” Finally, I was advised by my mother-like guide that I could now accept the movie invitation. With this being my first date ever, I was a picture of trepidation. My legs felt so weak and my knees shook with nervousness. In contrast, Roy was the dapper “face guy,” who was calm and cool as he escorted me to the movies, one of which was “To Have and Have Not” with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Over time the nervousness disappeared, and we became very happy together.
Another highlight in being a Telegraphist is that the Government could transfer you to different parts of the country at any moment’s notice. Although this could be viewed negatively, I saw this as a privilege of getting to meet many people, and a chance of knowing the country. This early experience fostered my love for travel which allowed me to visit several places at home and abroad.
I was transferred from Annotto Bay to Hope Bay, in Portland. Shortly thereafter, I was sent to Linstead in St. Catherine. From Linstead, I went to Falmouth in Trelawny, and then to Duncans in Trelawny. While in Duncans, my friend – Roy, my first love – was transferred from Annotto Bay to Retreat in St. Mary. From Duncans, I went to St. Anns Bay in St. Ann. Then I went to Oracabessa in St. Mary. In the meantime, Roy was transferred from Retreat to Highgate in St Mary. The distance between Oracabessa in St. Mary and Highgate, also in the Parish of St. Mary, was very manageable. We were able to get together more often.
On June 6, 1953, Roy and I were married in Kingston. On my resumption of duty, I was sent to Highgate. Roy and I lived in Highgate and began making a family. We were very happy. I worked as a Telegraphist
at Highgate, and Roy was a police officer, stationed in Highgate. Life was very good. Our first child,
Jennifer, was born in Annotto Bay Hospital, and our second child, Anthony (“Tony”), was born in Highgate. A few years after, Roy was transferred to Port Maria in St. Mary. Life became somewhat problematic. Dad was now home only when he was off, which was just too short a time. Things got worse. I was transferred to Richmond in St. Mary. Now, both Roy and I worked far away from home. A not too uncommon arrangement in Jamaica is the presence of domestic helpers or maids. The children and the maids were the only ones now at home in Highgate. Roy and I hurriedly gave up the house and moved the children and maids to Kingston to be with Catherine, my mother.
I took seven days’ vacation from Richmond and rushed to Kingston to help sort things out for our family. Once again, I needed every bit of my mother’s prayer that God will open ways to help us through the difficulties that occurred being so far apart. At the end of my vacation, I found out that I was transferred to Winward Road, a suburb of Kingston. Simultaneously, Roy was transferred from St. Mary to Kingston. Normalcy returned once more. Now Roy and I had our family with us in Kingston. Lenworth (“Lenny”), our third child, was born soon thereafter.
After a while, in the 1950’s I came to the United States. The Civil Rights Movement was just beginning. I grieved tremendously the pain of Mamie Till, whose 14-year-old son, Emmett Till, was brutally killed for whistling at a white woman. America was a study in contrast at that time, being the land of opportunity for some and not for others. Nevertheless, I prepared the path for my family to join me a few years later. The family now comprised of five children, Jennifer, Anthony (“Tony”), Lenworth (“Lenny” – and whom I alone affectionately would call “Len Len”), Patrick, and Bridgette.
My life expanded into a different path. I attended Washington Business Institute. After graduation, I became a member of the faculty, teaching Gregg shorthand and typing. During this time, I worked part time as a legal Secretary with Attorney Ernest McKenzie and his law firm. I subsequently became a full time Executive Legal Secretary with Attorney Daniel Greenberg, and thus had to give up teaching. The experiences and mentorships at both law offices provided me with the skills of a paralegal, albeit without the law degree. I was empowered by Attorney Greenberg giving me the confidence to run the law office in various situations dealing with the cases and the courts, whenever he
was away on local or international legal matters.
I attended college at nights to earn a degree. Both attorneys with whom I had worked, and other attorneys whom I met through dealings with the cases and the courts, encouraged me to get a law degree as they envisioned me as becoming an outstanding attorney. But law was not my passion. Recall at a very early age I wanted to become a doctor, and was quite disappointed when I had to forego the GAI Scholarship at age 9. I decided to leave the law firm so that I could attend college full time. I pursued a Bachelor of Science degree in Medical Technology as the first step in the healthcare arena. However, in the recesses of my mind, I wondered if continuing my studies to obtain a Doctor of Medicine (MD) degree might be impractical at such a late stage in my life. I was very happy to obtain my degree which had me closely connected to the medical environment. I focused heavily on the requirements which would qualify me to obtain employment with the Federal Government. I took Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, Biochemistry, Biology, Epidemiology, Quantitative Chemistry, Physics and all the other difficult but necessary courses, to be assured I was fully qualified to obtain that post when it became time to apply. The courses and course load were tough, but I excelled. A driving force was remembering the disappointment I faced at 9-years-old even though I had scored Number 1 in the All Island competitive exam. I went on to do the residency. At completion, I was bestowed the Bachelor of Science Degree in Health Sciences.
I then applied to the Federal Government. Simultaneously, I also applied to the Physicians’ Assistant program as a step toward applying to medical school and becoming a physician. I was accepted by both the Federal Government and the Physicians’ Assistant program. I, however, took the Federal job instead, upon a most cerebral and emotional consultation with “Len Len,” my son, Dr. Lenworth Johnson, who had just graduated from medical school.
I was assigned to Albany, New York. Roy and I then moved from New York City to Latham, New York. I remained with the Federal Government’s Veterans Administration Medical Center (VAMC) until retirement on December 3, 1989. Roy retired from Manufacturers Hanover Trust Bank on December 31, 1989. Upon retirement, Roy and I spent a great deal of time driving or flying to various states to visit our children and grandchildren. So far, there are 13 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren.
One of my favorite activities is travel. I have been to numerous places in the United States and abroad. I have traveled to Germany, England, Canada, Austria-Hungary, Budapest Hungary, Vienna, Isle of Wight, Australia, Hawaii, New Zealand, Fiji Island, Panama, and several cruises to the Caribbean islands. Roy and I so fondly cherished our 50th Anniversary cruise to Panama with Lenny and my daughter-in-law, more so my daughter, Patti (Patricia Johnson).
My next favorite activity after retirement is taking enrichment courses. I always had a great passion for the classroom from an early age. Since retirement, I have registered and attended college once more taking several enrichment courses, such as Drawing, Water Color, Calligraphy, Painting, Pastel, Floral Design-including silk and dried flowers, Jewelry Making, Computer, Music courses, such as piano, Music Appreciation, Sight Reading and singing, Jazz Appreciation and continuation of Spanish which I had previously done in College prior to retirement. Presently, I am taking Mandarin Chinese. I find the Chinese language so very fascinating – ni hao (which means: hello).
I have been fortunate to have lived a really full life through knowing so many family members and so many friends: Helen Coates, Leonard Bernstein, Hyacinth Edwards, Bill Stedman, Thelma Jordan, Audrey Guyette and all of my Beltrone friends, Dr. Bob Daniels, Maria Chou, Pauline Lesmerises and all of my Albany VA Hospital friends, to name a few. I am humbled! The faith my mother instilled in me from youth remains the rock in my life: “Have faith in God, he will make a way for you even when it seems there is no way.”
God Bless,
Ruth Johnson
Donation may be made to 2018 Save the Children, 501 Kings Highway East, Suite 400, Fairfield, CT 06825 or a charity of one’s choice on behalf of Mrs. Ruth Johnson.
Autobiography of Ruth Ann Elisa Hutchinson-Johnson
I was born on March 10, 1927, at Fair Prospect in the Parish of Portland, Jamaica, West Indies. I am the daughter of Fitzgerald Hutchinson and Catherine Pearce-Hutchinson and am the second of 10 children to Catherine.
At a very early age I constantly spoke of becoming a doctor. At 9 years of age, I took the Government All Island (GAI) Scholarship exam, which involves only children 9 years of age. When the results were published, I was “Number 1 in the Island.” I was so elated because this achievement would enable me to attend High School in Kingston, free of cost, beginning January of the following year. In December, at the end of the elementary school academic year, the teachers and students gave me send-off and well wishes, because I would not be returning in January.
My father died when I was 9 days old. My mother, Catherine, was married twice thereafter, but regrettably, both husbands passed on. This had implications on resources that would or would not be available in our household. Mom had several children and no father in the household to assist. The only requirement of parents pertaining to the Government All Island Scholarship was to supply linen and hygiene material as outlined by the school in Kingston. My mother, now a single parent with many children, was unable to comply. It was utter devastation for my mother and me. I was terribly distraught that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship, and so had to return to my original school in January. The teachers and students were simply shocked to see me back at school as they had expected me to be thriving at the new school in Kingston to which I had obtained the scholarship.
My mother was a great believer in prayer and faith. She encouraged me not to become discouraged. She would tell me, “Better things are ahead. God will open ways where there seems to be no way.” My mother also was a believer in the adage, “Every disappointment is for the better.” Because I was only 9 years of age at that time, my mother felt perhaps it was best that I was not away from parental guidance.
I graduated from high school at age 16. In emulating the strong work ethic of my mother, I was quite excited to go to work so that I could assist my mother, who by now had 10 children. There was at that time a vacancy in the Jamaican Government’s Postal Department. I applied to the Government, hoping to get the vacant job position of Assistant Postmistress. As what occurred when I was 9 years old, I again was greeted with misfortune. The government replied, “Your application has been denied. No one at such a tender age of 16 can be hired for this job.”
Mom and I again were deeply devastated by the denial. Again, my mother exercised great faith and belief that God can and will open a way for me. Well, something did happen. Shortly after the denial letter, another letter of acceptance came from the Government, appointing me to the post as Assistant Postmistress in the Postal Department. How this turn of events came to pass has remained a mystery to me. Nonetheless, I was just so happy. I commenced immediately working as the Assistant Postmistress at Long Bay, a coveted Government job. Two years later, in 1945, I was transferred to Hector’s River as Assistant Postmistress. And in 1947, I was promoted and sent to Bull Bay as Postmistress-in-charge.
I have always had great respect and admiration for older individuals. At Bull Bay, Mr. and Mrs. Clue were home owners, who resided next to the Post Office. They were many, many years my senior, more like my grandparents. The Clues – who did not have children of their own – took me in as their daughter. The Clues were the cornerstone of the Roman Catholic Church in Lower St. Andrew. Consequently, I became an even more ardent and devoted Catholic.
I never got over the fact that I had to forego the GAI Scholarship when I was 9 years old. That educational track would have allowed me to become a doctor or to achieve my other desire to become a Telegraphist with the Government. One day, I mentioned to the Clues the great disappointment I had when I was younger. The Clues suggested that the three of us should visit the Priest to discuss the matter. I was very hesitant. The Clues insisted and made an appointment with the Priest. A few weeks later, I received a letter from the Government to report to the School of Telegraphy in Kingston. There again, my mother’s prayers and mine were answered. It was clear that all impossibilities were becoming possible through prayer. In 1949, I was no longer with the Postal Department. I left Bull Bay and went to Kingston, where I attended the School of Telegraphy. This was very intense training in Morse and wireless codes, as well as other topics.
In 1951, my first assignment after graduating from the School of Telegraphy was Annotto Bay, St. Mary, as a Telegraphist. There I met my first and only love, Roy Johnson, who eventually would become my husband the 6th of June 1953. We remained married for 62 years, until Roy’s passing on July 27, 2015.
While in Annotto Bay, I met Ms. Birdie Saunders, the senior Telegraphist, who was much my senior; indeed, she was more like a mother. I was very shy and sheltered and depended on Ms. Saunders for guidance in dealing with my new friend, Roy. I got several invitations from Roy to go to the movies, the beach, and other places. Under the watchful guidance of Ms. Saunders, I always answered Roy’s entreaties with, “Not yet.” Finally, I was advised by my mother-like guide that I could now accept the movie invitation. With this being my first date ever, I was a picture of trepidation. My legs felt so weak and my knees shook with nervousness. In contrast, Roy was the dapper “face guy,” who was calm and cool as he escorted me to the movies, one of which was “To Have and Have Not” with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Over time the nervousness disappeared, and we became very happy together.
Another highlight in being a Telegraphist is that the Government could transfer you to different parts of the country at any moment’s notice. Although this could be viewed negatively, I saw this as a privilege of getting to meet many people, and a chance of knowing the country. This early experience fostered my love for travel which allowed me to visit several places at home and abroad.
I was transferred from Annotto Bay to Hope Bay, in Portland. Shortly thereafter, I was sent to Linstead in St. Catherine. From Linstead, I went to Falmouth in Trelawny, and then to Duncans in Trelawny. While in Duncans, my friend – Roy, my first love – was transferred from Annotto Bay to Retreat in St. Mary. From Duncans, I went to St. Anns Bay in St. Ann. Then I went to Oracabessa in St. Mary. In the meantime, Roy was transferred from Retreat to Highgate in St Mary. The distance between Oracabessa in St. Mary and Highgate, also in the Parish of St. Mary, was very manageable. We were able to get together more often.
On June 6, 1953, Roy and I were married in Kingston. On my resumption of duty, I was sent to Highgate. Roy and I lived in Highgate and began making a family. We were very happy. I worked as a Telegraphist
at Highgate, and Roy was a police officer, stationed in Highgate. Life was very good. Our first child,
Jennifer, was born in Annotto Bay Hospital, and our second child, Anthony (“Tony”), was born in Highgate. A few years after, Roy was transferred to Port Maria in St. Mary. Life became somewhat problematic. Dad was now home only when he was off, which was just too short a time. Things got worse. I was transferred to Richmond in St. Mary. Now, both Roy and I worked far away from home. A not too uncommon arrangement in Jamaica is the presence of domestic helpers or maids. The children and the maids were the only ones now at home in Highgate. Roy and I hurriedly gave up the house and moved the children and maids to Kingston to be with Catherine, my mother.
I took seven days’ vacation from Richmond and rushed to Kingston to help sort things out for our family. Once again, I needed every bit of my mother’s prayer that God will open ways to help us through the difficulties that occurred being so far apart. At the end of my vacation, I found out that I was transferred to Winward Road, a suburb of Kingston. Simultaneously, Roy was transferred from St. Mary to Kingston. Normalcy returned once more. Now Roy and I had our family with us in Kingston. Lenworth (“Lenny”), our third child, was born soon thereafter.
After a while, in the 1950’s I came to the United States. The Civil Rights Movement was just beginning. I grieved tremendously the pain of Mamie Till, whose 14-year-old son, Emmett Till, was brutally killed for whistling at a white woman. America was a study in contrast at that time, being the land of opportunity for some and not for others. Nevertheless, I prepared the path for my family to join me a few years later. The family now comprised of five children, Jennifer, Anthony (“Tony”), Lenworth (“Lenny” – and whom I alone affectionately would call “Len Len”), Patrick, and Bridgette.
My life expanded into a different path. I attended Washington Business Institute. After graduation, I became a member of the faculty, teaching Gregg shorthand and typing. During this time, I worked part time as a legal Secretary with Attorney Ernest McKenzie and his law firm. I subsequently became a full time Executive Legal Secretary with Attorney Daniel Greenberg, and thus had to give up teaching. The experiences and mentorships at both law offices provided me with the skills of a paralegal, albeit without the law degree. I was empowered by Attorney Greenberg giving me the confidence to run the law office in various situations dealing with the cases and the courts, whenever he
was away on local or international legal matters.
I attended college at nights to earn a degree. Both attorneys with whom I had worked, and other attorneys whom I met through dealings with the cases and the courts, encouraged me to get a law degree as they envisioned me as becoming an outstanding attorney. But law was not my passion. Recall at a very early age I wanted to become a doctor, and was quite disappointed when I had to forego the GAI Scholarship at age 9. I decided to leave the law firm so that I could attend college full time. I pursued a Bachelor of Science degree in Medical Technology as the first step in the healthcare arena. However, in the recesses of my mind, I wondered if continuing my studies to obtain a Doctor of Medicine (MD) degree might be impractical at such a late stage in my life. I was very happy to obtain my degree which had me closely connected to the medical environment. I focused heavily on the requirements which would qualify me to obtain employment with the Federal Government. I took Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, Biochemistry, Biology, Epidemiology, Quantitative Chemistry, Physics and all the other difficult but necessary courses, to be assured I was fully qualified to obtain that post when it became time to apply. The courses and course load were tough, but I excelled. A driving force was remembering the disappointment I faced at 9-years-old even though I had scored Number 1 in the All Island competitive exam. I went on to do the residency. At completion, I was bestowed the Bachelor of Science Degree in Health Sciences.
I then applied to the Federal Government. Simultaneously, I also applied to the Physicians’ Assistant program as a step toward applying to medical school and becoming a physician. I was accepted by both the Federal Government and the Physicians’ Assistant program. I, however, took the Federal job instead, upon a most cerebral and emotional consultation with “Len Len,” my son, Dr. Lenworth Johnson, who had just graduated from medical school.
I was assigned to Albany, New York. Roy and I then moved from New York City to Latham, New York. I remained with the Federal Government’s Veterans Administration Medical Center (VAMC) until retirement on December 3, 1989. Roy retired from Manufacturers Hanover Trust Bank on December 31, 1989. Upon retirement, Roy and I spent a great deal of time driving or flying to various states to visit our children and grandchildren. So far, there are 13 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren.
One of my favorite activities is travel. I have been to numerous places in the United States and abroad. I have traveled to Germany, England, Canada, Austria-Hungary, Budapest Hungary, Vienna, Isle of Wight, Australia, Hawaii, New Zealand, Fiji Island, Panama, and several cruises to the Caribbean islands. Roy and I so fondly cherished our 50th Anniversary cruise to Panama with Lenny and my daughter-in-law, more so my daughter, Patti (Patricia Johnson).
My next favorite activity after retirement is taking enrichment courses. I always had a great passion for the classroom from an early age. Since retirement, I have registered and attended college once more taking several enrichment courses, such as Drawing, Water Color, Calligraphy, Painting, Pastel, Floral Design-including silk and dried flowers, Jewelry Making, Computer, Music courses, such as piano, Music Appreciation, Sight Reading and singing, Jazz Appreciation and continuation of Spanish which I had previously done in College prior to retirement. Presently, I am taking Mandarin Chinese. I find the Chinese language so very fascinating – ni hao (which means: hello).
I have been fortunate to have lived a really full life through knowing so many family members and so many friends: Helen Coates, Leonard Bernstein, Hyacinth Edwards, Bill Stedman, Thelma Jordan, Audrey Guyette and all of my Beltrone friends, Dr. Bob Daniels, Maria Chou, Pauline Lesmerises and all of my Albany VA Hospital friends, to name a few. I am humbled! The faith my mother instilled in me from youth remains the rock in my life: “Have faith in God, he will make a way for you even when it seems there is no way.”
God Bless,
Ruth Johnson
Donation may be made to 2018 Save the Children, 501 Kings Highway East, Suite 400, Fairfield, CT 06825 or a charity of one’s choice on behalf of Mrs. Ruth Johnson.
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