Jack E Johnston Bio



Jack E Johnston 1944

Jack E Johnston

The Philosopher

Biography Version 1.0.0

June 28, 2014

The Philosopher:  General Patton stated that “Generals are not made, they are born”.  I think this also applies to Philosophers.  My Father was well educated at the University of Chicago, IL my Mother was also well educated at a girls college in Milwaukee WI. and well-read always taking a book to bed with her.  Being the youngest of eight of my Father’s children and the youngest of four of my Mother’s Children, with ten years difference between me and my next older brother, and my near sister affiliating with the two older siblings, I was pretty much on my own and not someone my sisters wanted around when they had dance parties in the basement. According to Dr. Kevin Leman, the birth-order Psychologist, I was a functional firstborn and possible a functional only child.  I definitely had characteristics of the lastborn; I thought life was about having fun and playing practical jokes on people. I had characteristics of a firstborn, a take charge personality and paid close attention to detail and I have organized many events, all firstborn characteristics, although I did not have the “Eagle Eye” of natural firstborns. I like to work alone, a characteristic of an only child.

I grew up in a middle class home, located next to a working class neighborhood.  It seems I was seen as privileged by the working class neighborhood kids as one of their pass times was to gang up on me and beat the crap out of me. But, I learned how to protect myself and stand alone in an unequal fight, a valuable lesson for what was to come in later life.

During this time period it was accepted that educating males was more important than educating females since, as middleclass, they typically go to college to find a college educated man to marry to stay within their middleclass social structure.  Consequently, to balance the budget with this new arrival, me; three of my half-sisters had their out-of–state college funding terminated. I fell out of favor with my five sisters because of these men-to-college first doctrine.  However, the three sisters already in college all married college-men in fact three PhDs.  Unfortunately my Father died during my last semester in High School and there was no way I was going to get any support from my family for college despite my Physics Teacher’s lobbing for me to study physics and possible availability of Veterans Administration college funding since my father was a veteran of WWI .  My oldest near sister stated that “I was too stupid to go to college, that I was lucky to graduate from high school” offered to let me come to Oregon to stay with her and get a job in a saw mill.  Since this was the only offer on the table, I took it and worked in a saw mill, pulling lumber from a Green Chain (pulling green lumber from a moving chain and stacking the lumber on pallets so they could be transported around the mill).

I did this for about a year, with a significant time out darning a labor disputed when I landed an unpaid apprenticeship with a photographer in the nearby town.  When I did not receive any letters from my friend who was a girl from high school, for a year, I joined the Air Force and served four years, the last eighteen months in the South Pacific.  I became their ace jet engine troubleshooter and was called on to give second opinions on aircraft waiting for parts and was called on to help the other shift troubleshoot a difficult engine.  This is important because after receiving my degree and obtaining a position at a major National Physics Laboratory, I also was successful at rising to the ranks of Ace Troubleshooter for the Departments of Energy and Defense.

This is important because it is a Philosopher’s job is to find the truth, the same as a troubleshooter.  It was not logic and reason that was my asset, but visualization skills that I probably inherited from my father, also a troubleshooter in the creamery business. Just to place this in the proper time frame, my father was one of the first to own a radio, and he shared this with his coworkers at the creamery.  And a floor model radio was the center of our entertainment at home where I listened to Sunday night stories with my friends and visualized the events of the stories.  I remember comments made by other classmates that “Gun Smoke” was much better when we visualized the events than the interpretations that we saw on the newly invented television.

I was a recent college graduate in the workforce for about ten years when a well-educated  PhD friend, told me I was a Philosopher and should read Plato, Aristotle and other Philosophers.  I told him that “I knew nothing of Philosophy and these Philosophers would be way over my head and I could not possible understand their writings”.   He was surprised at my answer, but he was a people person and he knew he was right.   I became interested in the Gospels around the age of thirty-seven I joined a church where I became a Bible Study Leader.  Not knowing much of the Gospels or the Bible in general, I relied on the information that was given to me each week by this organization.  I lead an adult Bible Study Class for about seven years, and then switched to a fourth grade class, as a Teacher’s Assistant, for another ten years.  During this time I started my study of Philosophy.  When the Philosophy Professor asked me what area I wanted to focus, I stated that “I wanted to study world religions”.  She said “forget it, you will just get confused”.  A classmate did get her degree in Philosophy and focused on religions and I can see now that she is very confused about religion.  I think my professor was right when she steered me away from world religions, I stayed focused on the Christian religion.

One Easter Sunday, I decided to write my own lesson plan as I was not too fond of the doctrine given to me by the organization for this special day, I just sensed that something was not right about the doctrine that was being presented by the organization.   I wrote a lesson plan called “Believing Without Seeing”, I challenged my small group of three boys and a girl that I could hit a baseball out of the park for a homerun, they were all nay-Sayers.  I had brought a plastic bat and a Wiffleball with me and our classroom was next to a park.  I invited them to the park for a demonstration.  They did not know that I was the author of a “Power Hitting” paper called “The String-Bat Model”.  When I picked up the ball and hit it deep into the park, they all wanted me to teach them how to hit like that.  After a quick individual lesson, we returned to the classroom and I asked them “what if Jesus died on the cross so you would believe what he said”.  All the class wanted to know what Jesus said that was so important, this is called “a Teachable Moment”.  I chalked this lesson plan up as the best lesson plan I had ever taught.  When the next Easter Sunday rolled around, the Sunday School Director came to my home and informed me that they did not want me to teach Sunday School anymore in their organization.  Apparently I was accused of “corrupting the minds of our youth”,   at least I did not have to drink a cup of Hemlock as Socrates was asked to do when charged with the same action “Corrupting the Minds of the Youth”.   I was directed to a different organization (closer to home) and have fellowshipped, but not taught at any level, for the last seventeen years.

I now bill myself as: “The Top Gun  National Crises Troubleshooter”, Retired, I could use the term Rehabilitated because I have lived the last ten years recovering from and industrial incident involving toxic fumes that did a number on my “Reflection” ability.  I recently started playing my new banjo and guitar again as music therapy and credit them with restoring my “Reflection” ability.


Joseph P Johnston

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Joseph P Johnston 1974

Son of Jack E Johnston 1944

Josepth is a Photojournalist presently on the Centeral Coast of California.  A Graduate of Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo, CA.. He is an avid sufer and artistic photorapher with Photography Exibits at the local wineries.

Biography Gladys Olson, Johnston, Stoik

My mother at a young age

My mother at a young age

Gladys Johnston (1905-1994). Gladys won an award for reading every book in her high school library. Gladys was a graduate of a girls college in Milwaukee WI.  She was second generation immigrant from Norway that settled around Luck WI.  She raised her family in Cameron, Wisconsin along with Dr. Ronald A. Johnston. 1893-1962 When she was a young woman, she decided to follow the teachings of Jesus. She was baptized in a Baptist Church. She studied, taught and was an example of the teaching of the Beatitudes in the New Testament Bible.  She thought it was important for college students to learn about the Gospel.  Gladys, was a big influence in music and Prostatism.  She played a banjo-mandolin and lead her sivilings in songs. Gladys was the oldest sibiling of six.  Three Sisters and two brothers.  Lestor, Unice (Sp), Phoebe & Rhea her youngest brother died as a teenager doing donuts to impress the grils and he ran into a tree. She had four children, Gwen 1933-1995, Dean 1934, Judi 1941-1994, Jack 1944.

Dr. Ronald A. Johnston Biography

My fathers favorite relaxation activity

My fathers favorite relaxation activity

Dr. Ronald A. Johnston Ver. 1.0.1
Dr. R. A Johnston’s last born son

Father: Slyvester
Mother: Cassie Clemons
Sibilins:  Claire, Charlie, Ted & Sister Marion (Seymour)

Dr. R. A. Johnston 1893-1962, a veterinarian and graduate of the University of Chicago, served in World War I as a veterinarian. He met his second wife, Gladys Olson in Milwaukee, WI, where she was a student at a girls’ school. When I came into the world just before D-Day, the invasion of Europe, I had seven older siblings, four half siblings from a previous marriage and two older sisters and a brother. Three of the older sisters were in an out-of-state college and my oldest brother was serving in World War II. Our father was the director of the Quality Control Department in a local creamery in a neighboring community, possibly Shell Lake, WI. He was a health inspector for Barron County. Our home was in Cameron, WI a small farming community.
His duties at the creamery were to ensure the quality of the dairy products of the creamery: clean barns, cows and milk free of tuberculosis. He was also called upon by local dairy farmers and local community members as needed to provide veterinarian services. In this time period, there was not any kind of insurance plan for this service and the dairy farmers were often living hand-to-mouth, so the good doctor was often compensated for his service with a shot of whiskey, a long time tradition. One might recall that Carry Nation – the driving force behind prohibition – had a husband who was a doctor who had become incapacitated by alcoholism. Alcohol was pervasive in our culture at this time in business transactions of all kinds. Dr. Johnston also came under the influence of alcoholism.
Dr. Johnston was well-respected in the community. I remember him holding community meetings in our dining room and he was in charge of the meeting. He would often be offered fish that were caught by others in the community. In the community I did not have a real name; I was known as “Doc’s Kid” and received much support from the community members.
My father taught me about diplomacy. I accompanied him on his dairy farm inspections, where the milk was stored in cans placed in cool water from a spring, where they were kept waiting for pickup by the creamery truck. He told the farmer “Make sure the lids on the cans were on tight so water would not leak into the cans.” The farmer got the point. The lab at the creamery had determined that there was water being added to the milk. My father taught me about integrity. After his retirement from the creamery, he was offered the position at a local meat-packing plant as an inspector. Congress had passed legislation – the Federal Meat Inspection Act in 1906 and the Poultry Products Inspection Act of 1957 – requiring all meat-packing plants to have an on-site meat inspector.i When he told the meat packers that they needed to clean up their sausage making operation, they dismissed him as the inspector.
Thus the lesson of the day, “Call it like you see it and you will never be wrong.” (Probably not too popular, and maybe not entirely correct, but never wrong). Congress left the control of the meat inspectors with the meat-packing plants. Thus they thought they had control over the meat inspectors, but they only had control over the ones who really needed the job. My mother told me, “That is why they don’t offer their meat locally; the local workers know of their meat-packing practices.”
In my formative years, my father taught me how to hunt rabbits, squirrels and birds and he taught me about safety issues with the use of a firearm. We spent time fishing in the quiet lagoons of the nearby lake. On one occasion, a big fellow came by racing his speed boat. The boat flipped up and he fell out the back of his boat. I called to my father that a man fell out of his boat, and he said, “Looks that way to me too,” and we continued our peace and quiet while fishing.
I had constructed a small woodworking shop in our basement, and even constructed my own table saw. Using the table saw and jig saw, I constructed a sign that read “Johnston” for the entry to our property. There is a photo that I’m sure my son has in his possession of the sign, my father, me and my dog, who had followed me home one winter day from my paper route. I showed this photo to a National Crisis Task Force for the Department of Defense to which I was assigned, to illustrate my intellectual inheritance as a troubleshooter. They could see for themselves where I was coming from – my very aged intellectual father and me a young teen. I was assigned to this task force as the troubleshooter. This task force assignment is where I put this method of gaining information to direct a mission called “autonomy and reflection” into use. In a time period of about 10 months, I identified the problem with the system to the project leaders while the rest of the task force was still trying to get their hardware constructed for their planned experiment.
When I was an early teenager, my mother thought that the local tavern was taking up too much of my father’s time and she told him that he needed to spend more time with me. He taught me how to play cribbage and we had many conversations over a game of cribbage. In my last semester in high school, the alcohol had burned up my father’s liver and he died of failure of the liver at the age of 68. Dr. R. A. Johnston is interned in the Cameron, WI cemetery under a cedar tree that was planted by the veterans association on his arrival.
My father lives on through his descendents. When I had reached middle age, the Protestant teaching and influence of my mother kicked in. My father never mentioned religion to me. However, as a doctor, he was certainly a servant to all as described in the Gospels. I joined a Protestant church and became a Sunday school teacher. After about 17 years teaching single adults and fourth graders, a premonition came on me as I was preparing my Easter Sunday lesson plan. As troubleshooter and researcher at a local prestigious national laboratory, I often heard the expression from other investigators that, “Something is not right here.” This is the thought that came into my mind. “Something is not right here” – the information we have been handed down through 20 centuries did not now make any sense now to my logical, rational thinking mind! I changed my Easter Sunday lesson plan and created my first original lesson plan called “Believing Without Seeing.”
With my small group of fourth graders at my table on Easter Sunday, I presented the challenge to them that I could hit a baseball out of the park for a home run. All five of my students, four boys and a girl, were nay-sayers; they did not think I could perform such a feat. I had brought a plastic bat and a Wiffle ball to class and there was a large park just outside our classroom. The class went to the park and I asked one of them – the preacher’s son – to pitch me the ball. He put a little too much effort into trying to strike me out. So I picked up the ball and applied “The String-Bat Model”ii batting stroke, a power hitting stroke that I had developed over the years on a softball team. This batting model actually described the power hitting stroke of Babe Ruth. I hit the Wiffle ball out of the park. They all wanted to know how to hit a ball like that, so I gave each student a quick individual lesson on power hitting.
Back at the classroom, I suggested to the class that Jesus may have died on that cross so that we would believe what he had taught us while he was alive! The whole class wanted to know what he had said that was so important that he would die for us so that we would believe what he said! This is known as a teachable moment. I read some important statement Jesus had taught us like, “Ask your Father in Heaven for what you need and you will receive these from your Father in Heaven.”iii “If your Father takes care of the birds in the air and the flowers in the field, will He not take care of you?”iv This was not the message that this church wanted me to put out on Easter Sunday and my teaching credentials were revoked just before the next Easter Sunday came around.
After I spent another 15 years at a church closer to home, there was a training course coming to this church, put on by a major publisher on the book of Acts of the Apostles. There was too much information in this class for me to read, but Socratic discussions were to take place among the students in this class. Having studied Philosophy, I knew what entailed Socratic discussions – a presentation of an argument by one and a rebuttal to that argument by another. I asked the leaders of this church if I could participate in these Socratic discussions. The teaching pastor did not like this proposal, as he thought that because I was older that the other students, I would be seen as their teacher rather than a fellow student. I was directed to an adult Sunday school class, which was conveniently starting a study of the book of Acts of the Apostles.
The leader of this class and two subordinate teachers all had PhD’s in some area of study other than theology, but all were well versed in the subject at hand. I soon learned that I was in this class to listen and not participate in the discussions. Therefore, I created a blog called “A New Paradigm in Christian Thinking,” which is still a work in progress.v I recorded notes on each week’s study on the book of Acts of the Apostles on this blog. When we reached the end of this book, I published my conclusion of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. As the class moved on to a study of I and II Corinthians, I made the same notes on the blog and when we finished these books, I published “The Evolution of the Christian Church”.vi When the church leaders took notice of this blog, they did not want me to influence anyone who might come to this church. After a couple of years of discussion with the pastors and elder committee, they gave me my walking papers and asked me not to participate in any church activities. They said I could only attend this class, where I was supposed to learn their views of the Gospel.
The church where I was a Sunday school teacher and had my teaching credentials revoked was now in need of a lead pastor. I have been attending one of their adult Bible study classes and voicing my opinions. I even performed an Easter song that I wrote called “The Promise,” a ballad of the events of the death and resurrection of Jesus using America’s official national musical instrument “The Five-String Banjo.” I am now enjoying listening to my longtime and rediscovered friend play her piano during the service at this church. It brings back memories of my two sisters playing the piano at home, both of whom played the piano and organ in their own churches. I am finding the teaching of the visiting speaker very interesting and a source for new insights into the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
I have made offers to the elders and deacons of both of these churches for a friendly game of cribbage in my card room, where we could have some friendly discussions about the real Gospel of Jesus, just as my father and I had discussion over the game of cribbage. Stay tuned to my Blog for further development. htip://anewparadigminchristianthinking.wordpress.com


i http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federal_Meat_Inspection_Act
ii http://thephilosopheronpolitics.wordpress.com/tag/batting
iii Luke 11: 9-13
iv Luke 12: 22-31
v http://anewparadigminchristianthinking.wordpress.com/tag/conclusion/
vi http://anewparadigminchristianthinking.wordpress.com/tag/eveoltion-of-the-church/