UNCLE JOHN

John's Obituary

 John H. Aschliman, 104, of Goshen, died Friday, January 24, 2020, at Greencroft Healthcare.

He was born September 15, 1915 in Cecil, Ohio to Sam and Anna (Plank) Aschliman.

On January 15, 1938 he married Kathryn Allomong in Bryan, Ohio. She died August 2, 1996.

Survivors include three children, Mary Harris of Phoenix, Arizona, Laura (Bob) Barley and Donn Aschliman, both of Battle Creek, Michigan; 10 grandchildren and four siblings, Anna Belle Emmert and Betty Lambright, both of Goshen, Carolyn (Jimmy) Stephens of Venice, Florida and Dale (Phyllis) Aschliman of Sarasota, Florida.

Along with his parents and his wife, he was preceded in death by a son, Gene Harris; four sisters and two brothers.

He was a member of West Goshen Church of the Brethren and worked as a plant manager for EZ Gas. His passions included fishing, playing guitar and singing. He was a sports fanatic and wanted to live long enough for the Cubs to win the World Series.

Visitation will be Saturday, February 1, 2020, from 11:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. at The Meetinghouse, Greencroft, Goshen, where a 1 p.m. funeral service will be conducted. Pastor Norm Replogle will officiate.

Burial will be Monday, February 3, at West Goshen Cemetery.

Memorial donations may be made to West Goshen Church of the Brethren.

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Above is John Henry saying farewell to his sister Mary, mother of Kay and Doug, just a couple of months after mom turned 100.  

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I flew back to attend the visitation, funeral service and burial.  Laura and Donn had asked if I would lead one of John's favorite hymns, In The Garden, and I agreed as long as there was also a piano player and perhaps a lead singer.  Aunt Anna Belle lined up the piano player and Uncle Claude reluctantly agree to help lead.  We practiced for 5 minutes, and it turned out OK.  The best part is that Donn brought one of John's guitars for me to play, and many folks commented about how much they appreciated that we used John's guitar.  Like John, the attendees sang with gusto.  The service was very nice with some sharing by relatives and friends.  Below are a few words that will conjure up many memories for those of you who knew John:

Tomatoes

Fishing

Singing & Guitar Playing

Marl

Worms

Laughter
The Cubs

Kate and Gene

I am hopeful that folks with add their memories in the comments section.

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Godspeed Uncle John

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses

And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night around me be falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

Playing with his sidekick Wes Zook