Word has been received of the death of John R. Clark Sr.
He was predeceased by his parents, Joseph F. and Olga (Yablonski); his twin, Joseph F. Jr.; and his wife, Scherie (Symborski).
He is survived by his children: Maria A. Przybyszewski and John R. Jr.; his brother, George M.; his lady, Cheryl L. Joyce; her children, Bill and Sibyl Carnal; and many grandchildren, nieces and nephews.
A lifelong resident and LeMoyne graduate, he tried accounting, tax consulting and computer programming as co-owner and operater of Control Systems Automated Accounting for more than 25 years, retiring to the woods before his 50th birthday.
John was proud of his home economics, conservation and the ability to live comfortably with little resources.
“instead of studying how to make it worth men’s while to buy my baskets, I studied rather how to avoid the necessity of selling them.”
A lover of old tools, old ways and cabin fever, the time of his life was spent with Milady of the Lake, the Woods and the Snow: finding all the lovely ways to burn.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not
learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover
that I had not lived.”
He enjoyed the cameraderie of sport and played at basketball, softball, handball and tennis, and assisted in the rebirth of the Leprechauns in the 1970s.
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it
is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music
which he hears”
On return to the city in later years he was lured to the internet and talked about books as johnr60 and vented opinions on local politics as jc.
The local tavern knew him as a confirmed reprobate, and ne’er do well prognosticator, while he was well-read, a critic and philsopher who enjoyed debate with any who would listen and many who would not.
“And malt does more than Milton can
To justify Gods ways to man.
Ale, man, ale ís the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:”
Instead of flowers or contributions, mourners who wish, might like to someday sponsor a beverage for the person on their left.
Maybe someone will miss him.
“The laws of God, the laws of man
He may keep that will and can
Not I: Let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and most condemn
Yet when did I make laws for them?”