Dr. John Johnston
John L. Johnston, D.O., passed away December 22, 2011 at the age of 89. A past president of the POMA, Dr. Johnston devoted his life to the osteopathic profession as a surgeon, leader and administrator.
Dr. Johnston is a 1952 graduate of the Kirksville College of Osteopathic Medicine. He completed a surgery residency at South Bend (Ind.) Osteopathic Hospital, where he remained for six years. He relocated to Dallas-Fort Worth, Texas, and Grove City, Pennsylvania, before settling in Clarion, Pennsylvania.
A fellow of the American College of Osteopathic Surgeons, Dr. Johnson practiced at Clarion Hospital since 1976. He served the hospital as chairman of the surgical department, president of the medical staff, and as a member of the board of trustees.
A past chairman of the Pennsylvania State Board of Osteopathic Medicine (SBOM), Dr. Johnston served on the board for six years. He was also a licensure examiner for the SBOM.
Dr. Johnston served as a member of the Lake Erie College of Osteopathic Medicine (LECOM) board of trustees since 1995. He was honored with the 2010 President’s Award by the Lake Erie College of Osteopathic Medicine for his service to the college and to the osteopathic profession.
Margaret Argaret Brown Perron
Margaret Brown Perron, age 87, of Emmitsburg, Maryland died on Thursday, December 8, 2011 at the home of her daughter in Emmitsburg.
Born August 25, 1924 in Ayr, Scotland, U.K., daughter of the late David Chalmers and Jesse (Brown) Welsh. She was predeceased by her husband, Ret. USAF Col. Gregory Harris Perron in 1986.
Mardy, the Prestwick, Scotland lass, was the girl of her husband’s dreams. World War II brought together the White Bear Lake, MN hockey playing pilot and her a volunteer who would light the air strip for the Ally forces. She and Greg shared a full life with family and friends, providing loving homes across the globe. Wherever her husband’s Air Force career took the family, particularly extended tours in Japan and Norway, she always volunteered with the Red Cross, hospitals and schools. She loved to bake with shortbread being the favorite of many. She particularly enjoyed the outdoors and especially catching more fish than everyone on Nambe Lake in New Mexico and bringing them home to smoke cook. A person of great faith, she quietly and kindly was a profound matriarch who has left a beautiful, loving legacy of direction for those who met her, her children and grandchildren. The Emmitsburg community, Vigilante Hose and Emmitsburg Ambulance members, friends and neighbors amazed her with their concern, kindness and care of and for her. She often said she could never repay each one for making her feel so very special. She was a communicant and faithful member of St. Joseph’s Catholic Church in Emmitsburg.
Surviving are children, Ailith Rogers and husband, Wayne of Issue, MD, David Perron and wife, Patty of Parker, Colorado, Libby Briggs and husband, Don of Emmitsburg, Cameron Perron and wife, Kellea of Rio Rancho, New Mexico; grandchildren, Joel Rogers (Helen), D’Arcy Monson (Dan), Jay Myles (Amy), Gregory Perron (Katie), Michelle Howell (Todd), Ashlea Perron, Brent Perron, Cassie Clem ( Tony), Bonnie Barr Briggs (Kenny Craig); great-grandchildren, Josh Rogers, Alec Rogers, Delany, Max and Camryn Monson, Tyler, Maggie, Aedan, Kiernan, Peyton Myles, Isla Perron, Ailish, Nora and Gillian Howell, Tanner and Macy Clem, Brighton Craig; sister, Ann McCartny and husband, David of Ayr, Scotland. She was predeceased by a son, Gregory Perron.
The Monocacy River Boys started out about two years ago as just a few guys getting together to jam and have fun playing country and bluegrass music.
We would get together on Monday night at Bill Boyd’s home and play for hours and enjoy each others company.
The idea came to Delmar and Barry Horner for us to go to nursing homes, rehab centers and assisted living centers to entertain the residents. So Demar and Barry started contacting those places and we have been playing for these folks now for a little over a year.
The Charter members of the Monocacy River Boys were Delmar and Barry Horner, Tyler Eyler and Bill Boyd joined them a little bit after they started playing at St. Catherine’s Nursing Center in Emmitsburg. And then Marty Yingling joined in the spring of 2009.
Some of the places we have played are: St. Catherine’s Nursing Center in Emmitsburg, MD, The Village of Laurel Run in Fayetteville, PA, Homewood at Crumland Farms in Frederick, MD, Edenton Retirement Center in Frederick, MD, and Rose Manor in Waynesboro, PA.
This story is to pay tribute to Delmar Horner who passed away on August 25, 2009. Del’s greatest joy was to play music! He really loved playing for the nursing home residents.
WE WILL ALL MISS YOU DEL!!!
Respectfully – Jim E.
Dr. Margaret Callan
We at Emmitsburg Osteopathic primary Care Center want to give tribute and thanks to Dr. Margaret Callan who came to Thurmont in 1966 to serve the people of Thurmont, a rural, poor but industrious community. Dr. Callan served into her 80’s. Her medicine was practical, no nonsense, caring and compassionate.
Doctor Margaret Callan was born a city girl on April 11, 1919 in Washington, D.C. Dr. Callan was the daughter of Charles Cyprian and Aurela Magdalene Lusby Callan. After attending a local public high school in Washington, D.C., Margaret matriculated at George Washington University where she became a college graduate in 1941. A brilliant woman, Margaret Callan continued at George Washington University School of Medicine receiving her M.D. in 1944. Young Dr. Callan served all of her internships and residencies in D.C. area hospitals. Staying close to home, Doctor Margaret Callan set up her private practice in Bethesda from 1947 until 1968. In the year of 1951 she married Albert Ernest Brault, her true love. The couple continued to lived in the Bethesda area until 1966 when they bought a farm on Graceham Road near Thurmont, Maryland. Farming, the rural life, rustic living was a dream of her lawyer husband, Albert.
One day her husband, Al, was at the Thurmont Pharmacy on Main Street. After talking to Doctor August, the Pharmacist, Albert was told that Thurmont needed a good doctor. Elated, Albert told the pharmacist that Margaret, his wife was a doctor and that he would persuade his wife, Dr. Callan to relocate her practice in Thurmont. Albert was indeed very persuasive and her office until retirement was at 14 West Main St., Thurmont, Maryland. Margaret was very solicitous for her patients and loved her work. She met many challenges adapting to the rural life. She grew to love living on the farm, her love for nature was discovered! Margaret found the farm relaxing. Margaret and Albert treasured their many walks together. Margaret also had a love for the ocean, which inspired her. She loved to swim. Her busy life limited her getaway time. As a small compromise, Margaret and Albert installed a swimming pool to enjoy the love of water right there at home.
Dr. Margaret Callan, M.D. also enjoyed traveling with her husband and friends, visiting many accomplished women around the world. She also enjoyed spending a lot of quality time with her husband, Al, having a quiet luncheon with friends or just the two of them. Her other love of her life was her son, Charles and grandchildren. She spent time with them, which brought joy to her life. Dr. Callan also enjoyed animals; in fact her most precious animal was her dog, Maggie, which was a great companion.
After the passing of her beloved, Al, in 2002, Margaret’s own health started to fail. Doctor Callan started to have some problems with her eyes. Loss of her vision was one reason pushing her to retire, a difficult and painful decision. Physician was the very essence of Dr. Margaret Callan M.D. Being a Physician was the blood in her veins. Margaret once stated, “That being a physician wasn’t just about money, it was about helping people.” That is why it was so hard for her to retire from her office in 2003, at the age of 84. She may have stopped practicing at her office, but continued to see a few patients at her home in Graceham and making some home visits. I worked for Dr. Callan for many years. As her health continued to fail, I became her caregiver and with the help of others, she was able to remain at home for a few more years. After a few passed years, she was placed into an assisted living. It was her faith and caring loved ones that saw her through. Harriet Buhrman was Margaret’s main office assistant and a dear friend throughout the years in Thurmont. Harriet has shared this story and we are so grateful to Harriet for helping us remember his great pioneer woman. Harriet stayed with Dr. Margaret Callan visiting her frequently in her assisted living setting until Margaret Callan’s passing. She was a great doctor and friend and is sadly missed by many who knew her.
In Loving Memory of My Friend
Doctor Margaret Callan Sadly Missed,
Margaret Callan, M.D. honored EOPCC’s Dr. Portier, by joining her for lunch one day and announcing she was redirecting many of her patients to the next woman doctor in the area.
I was Humbled and Honored to pick up the torch.
Bonita J. Krempel-Portier, D.O.
I had the great privilege of meeting Grant Cadwallader in 2000, the great transition year. Grant and his dear wife Susan lived in a nice home in on Beechwood Drive in Fairfield, Pennsylvania, that they had just redesigned, as many do. Both Susan and Grant made you feel comfortable from the start. Little did I know that Grant just had a few more years to be on this planet. In 2001 after Emmitsburg Osteopathic Primary Care Center, Inc. bought the property at 121-123 West Main Street in Emmitsburg and was looking for an architect that would be able to put a lot of clinic in a very small place, Grant Cadwallader returning from a visit with his brother in Florida, said, “Is it too late?” I said it is never too late, what can we do to help you? He said, no, I want to help you! Ahh, I said, you are an architect! I presumptively said, “We will need to have your portfolio for the Board to review and how much would you be looking for in a ball park sort of way.” We had basic sketches and so far we knew we would be looking at $35,000.00 just for the architect. That was after interviewing three architects, none with whom we bonded just right. Grant Cadwallder, smiling, probably because his worth was through the roof, then said “I want to do this for you as a gift.” Stunned, I verified, “As in free? You are hired. Could I still have a portfolio?” Grant, Susan and I would talk at their house discussing the philosophy of the practice, how we wanted flow, space, air, light to enhance the patient centered healing practice. Grant met with the Board on several occasions and helped guide us through finding our construction company. Grant made several copies of the plans and then hand delivered them to construction companies that said they were interested in reviewing them for possible bidding. Grant would knock on the door, place the plans in designated drop off points and then go to a place he could not be seen to watch the initial reaction as they picked up the plans. Grant would let us know of his thoughts as we narrowed down our choices. When we finally chose McCoy Brothers of Carlisle, PA, Grant Cadwallader went to their headquarters with me to see first their work and make sure they were really on the team. While steady progress was made doing this phase, EOPCC ran into many snags getting approval at the many needed levels and meeting the many requirements and concerns of neighbors, the town, the county. The project was shut down so many times, that when Grant Cadwallader checked on the project, just having come from Florida for a final check on our project, there was nothing for Grant to see. He died one month later, age 66, on October 7, 2003, at North Bay Medical Center, New Port Richey, Florida. Grant did not find me to say he was in town. He just drove by in a hope that was not rewarded. This has always been a point of sadness for me. His wife let me know that at his Quaker service after his death. How honored I and a friend were to attend the service at Horsham Friends Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends, Horsham, PA. I can only hope that in whatever can be known from one side to the other, Grant Cadwallader is looking on our building project, finally completed with a bit of a smile.
Grant Cadwallader was a world class architect who had worked for the Federal Government since at least the 1960’s. Grant Cadwallader was one of the government’s historic preservation Architects in “the Museum Program” 1964-1982. Grant Cadwallader’s work was the preservation of our nation history in wonderfully designed, people friendly museums, with profoundness though architectural design. His philosophy was that it was not his design, but that every outlet, every wall would be under his supervision. It was his custom to stay close with the project so that it did and said what he promised it would. Grant oversaw the setting of the exhibits in the 1970’s of our Harper’s Ferry Center. Grant Cadwallader brought to fruition the on again, off again, American Immigration Museum at the base of the Statue of Liberty. It was commented that under Grant Cadwallder the project was brought to completion “with deliberate haste.” Grant Cadwallder knew that economics was a major concern and nearly caused the project to fail and fall into oblivion as it had threatened to do from its initial conception in the 1950’s. Many now visit the museum with fascination and learn of the story of the peoples, the immigrants into our republic, our United States to make their home and life. Grant Cadwallader spoke of this project with great pride. Grant Cadwallder was also proud of his work designing the Mellon Family Museum. I never got him to give me a direct line to get a donation from the Mellon Bank, a secret goal of mine.
Grant Cadwallader’s family have records going to 1697 when John Cadwallader came to Doylestown, Buck County, Pennsylvania from Wales. John Cadwallader was a poet. Some of that flavor seemed to be in Grant. I was humbled to be on that same ground as we attended the Quaker service, ever so simple, after his death in 2004. Grant dearly loved his wife Susan who also did a lot of museum work but from an interior designer perspective. I knew of two daughters, was honored to meet Gail, who suffered from Multiple Sclerosis. Grant brought Gail by to see us while we were in our deconstruction phase at the future home of Emmitsburg osteopathic Primary Care Center. They we surround by a cloud of dust and a big hope and vision for the future. At his memorial service the family told stories of outrageous adventures of cross country car racing, and the fun he had with golf. He spoke of a dear friend, George B. Hartzop,JR., buried at Valley Forge, that was a role model, whose death left an empty spot and Grant would visit this last resting place now and then and still talk with his friend. It was no surprise that the family asked that in lieu of flowers donations were to be made to the Multiple Sclerosis Society or to the National Park Services, George B. Hartzop, Jr. Education Loan Program. When Grant and Susan Cadwallader were moving to Florida to be with his brother, in Trinity Florida, they had one of those famous divesting yard sales. There, I was happy to have bought their Grandparent’s baby crib for the little ones on their early visits. It is a dear remembrance of a wonderful family.
Grant served in the Navy Reserve. Grant was a member of the Lions Club in Gettysburg, Pa, where he enjoyed fund raising to help with the many historic museums in Gettysburg, including golf tournaments. I want to thank Susan, Gail, Judy (I met her briefly at the Memorial Service) and Grant for being a part of the Emmitsburg Osteopathic primary Care Center story and for the gifts of vision, service, commitment and caring that is the story of the Susan and Grant Cadwallader story.
The vision of William Francis Junker, March 12, 2000
Bill’s Birth date: January 18, 1950
In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost; Holy Mary Mother of God, Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. AMEN.
I, William Francis Junker, I dreamt, I hallucinated, call it what you will. This was my VISION: I saw Buddha, lying on his back. The vision was truly the figure, the unmistaken figure of the Buddha lying on his back. I saw him in my mind’s eye, lying there. I felt the presence of other witnesses, silent, watchful. There were billions upon billions of gossamer layers of film covering the Buddha body, yet the layers were so thin that there was no mistaking the shape of the Buddha. The ground, dark and wet, allowed a thick vaporous fog around the statue-like Buddha, eerie and ethereal. There was no sound, I was as one deaf, what I heard seemed to come from inside my head. I, William Francis Junker, heard, I know not from where, the chant of voices in my ears, it was the roar of millions upon millions chanting: “What is now and ever shall be, world without end, AMEN.” I felt the presence of John Lennon and there were others I knew not, silent and present. Every time I, we, heard the phrase well up in the chanting, one thin gossamer layer would lift up from the Buddha, its shape preserved … As each thin layer floated up, the Buddha became more distinct in its features. Let there be no doubt, the figure I saw was the Buddha. I came to know and this I believe: the layers of gossamer are the sins of the world. As more and more people are turned and believe in God, civilization is brought closer to a more perfect existence. Joy and happiness filled me.