Johnny Randall Robinson

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Johnny Randall Robinson, 40, of 868 Johnson School Road, Asheville, died Wednesday, June 13, 2001.

Mr. Robinson was born in Charleston, WV and was employed as a driver with Pressley Trucking Company.

He is survived by his parents, George L. and Betty Steele Robinson of Asheville; four children, Amanda, Crystal, Jonathan and Tommy; six sisters, Malissa, Brenda, Carol, Shelia, Debra and Stephanie and three brothers, Davis, Phillip and Stanley. He was preceded in death by a sister, Shirley.

Funeral services will be at 11:00 am Monday in the Patton Avenue chapel of Groce Funeral Home. Burial will be at Skyview Memorial Park.

His family will receive friends from 7 - 8:30 pm Saturday at the funeral home.

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  1. Johnny is my 1st cousin. He is the son of my Uncle George and Aunt Betty.

    In our childhood years Johnny was my best friend. My sisters were both alot older than me, so Johnny, and his sister, Sissy, were very special to me, being not only family, but friends, my most special playmates.

    The greatest thing to me about Johnny was that he would let me, a girl, and Sissy, play with him. We’ve played Cowboys and Indians, with cap pistols, cowboy boots, and plastic bow and arrows. Our Mamaw, Mollie, would throw a blanket over the clothesline to make a tent for us to play under.
    She and our Papaw, Tom, had an old smokehouse we would play in, trying to catch litters of wild kittens to dress up in doll clothes and pretend to be our babies as we played house, doctor and anything else we could think of.

    We’ve climbed cherry trees on my homeplace, throwing ripe juicy cherries at each other, having seed spitting contests; eaten ripe plums from Mamaw’s tree with juice running down our chins; eaten green apples with salt, homemade ice cream (a treat from our cousin Foy) and cold watermelon on a hot day; and anything else Mamaw would give us, usually fried cornbread (the best), cold corn on cob, tomato biscuits (cathead of course, homemade with love). We never wanted for anything when we were together. We used to play King of the Hill on Papaw’s wood pile, slipping and sliding on those old wood slabs.
    We’ve shared our thoughts and had discussions about our very first boyfriends and girlfriends. We were going to get married when we grew up and then of course, as we grew older we knew that wouldn’t be acceptable, but we had decided that when we were old enough that no one could tell us what to do. That changed, of course, with the passing of time and our teenage years. We’ve sneaked and smoked cigarettes in the old outhouse, trying to eat pickles and peanut butter to get the smoke off of our breath. But we’ve had fun. Good clean fun, using our imaginations and any old thing we could find to use. Sissy and I would make mud pies in toy pans or tin pie plates, pick tree beans and berries, and set a place for a picnic and Johnny would pretend to eat and love everything we fixed. It’s a durn wonder we didn’t poison him with pokeberries or some such. He would chase us while we ran wild, screaming and squealing until he caught us (which he always did), played hide and seek, took naps around Mamaw’s old wood heater (if it was cold) or if it was hot, in her cool log cabin on old straw tick mattresses on iron bedsteads.

    Johnny, I have very fond memories of you and I will never let those memories go.

    Johnny has been in some scrapes (as we all have) but he came through. One thing I know for sure is that Johnny loved his family (dearly). No matter where he was or what he did he always stayed in touch with his family.

    Johnny and his siblings (the ones I know) are very fortunate to have George and Betty for parents. The both of them have loved their children completely and unconditionally.

    I’m only sorry that us kids have drifted apart over the years as we grew up, had families, and went our separate ways. But, never can anyone take away our memories or those special times we’ve shared. There are many more but it would take a lot more space to list them all. Robinson Family, and all who read this, know that I love you and my prayers will be with you and I pray that if we never see one another as much as we could or should, that we will never forget one another or where we came from. Because this family was born and raised from some of the finest people God put on this earth and I am thankful we grew up right and were taught the important things that really matter in life.

    George, Betty,Tommy, Sissy, Carol Lee, Brenda, and Karen, please accept my condolences and sympathy for your loss. But Johnny’s love will never be lost for it will live in your hearts until you take your last breath. I love you.

    Darla Jan

  2. I remember when George and Betty got married, Johnny and Sissy were just babies. I thought they were both the cutest kids I had ever seen. Johnny was always a little shy, but a good kid. George and Betty, you were good parents, and Johnny was all the better for it.

    We are so sorry to hear about Johnny. George and Betty, you have mine and Jeff’s deepest sympathy. You have our love and prayers. God is our strength. Lay everything at His feet. Love, Sherry and Jeff

  3. Accept our deepest sympathy for your loss. WE are so sorry we are unable to be with you at this time. May God be with you. Love Rita and Danny

  4. I am a co worker of Johnny’s….I could not make it to
    the services, but wanted to express my sympathies to
    your family…our prayers are with you….


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