Born in Chicago Dec 2, 1930 - slipped into heaven from San Diego Jan 12, 2019 in the presence of Janet Link Frazer his wife of 68 years.
His family left Chicago for upstate New York when he was 13 years old and shortly thereafter set his cap for the woman he would later marry. She... at that point... was kicking him in the shins. Years later they were holding hands in church and with a dramatic row boat rescue in a stormy lake, he won her heart and never lost it.
He Served 26 years in the U.S. Navy as an electrician, retiring as a senior chief. His many tours of duty had him on Mediterranean and West Pac cruises on the Fiske, Coats, Klondike, Roark, Gompers and the Dixon and teaching at the Naval Training Center moving his family from New York, Pennsylvania, Florida, Rhode Island, Connecticut and eventually settling in San Diego, California.
He bought his 1st motorcycle when in the Navy so he could find parking on base. One day, caught in the conflicting drafts between two semis, fearing for his life, he decided to buy a bigger bike and take motorcycle safety classes. He and Janet joined a motorcycle gang: MOSEC... Motorcycle Safety and Education Club, where they made friends, rode together, participated in parades. Eventually he taught classes himself.
After retiring from the navy, he worked for a company called Envisions where he liked to say his job was to “tell the navy what to do with their ships”. He had a strong sense of duty, of what was right and wrong, firmly held opinions and beliefs. He didn’t like to give answers; his kids knew to make friends with dictionaries and encyclopedias and he would play devil’s advocate no matter which side of an issue they landed on. His many passions included: music, photography, camping, reading, lifelong learning. As a child, John sang in church and barbershop quartets with his brothers. He continued to sing until the last year of his life. He encouraged musicality in his kids, many of whom play instruments or sing at the drop of a hat. It is hard to find photos of him because he spent so much time behind the camera. Several times he became ship photographer. He eventually even made a darkroom in his garage. For a time, he was an active member of the Clan Fraser Association that met at the Round Potrero. The family would enjoy these primitive outings. John looked stunningly fierce in a great kilt. In Scottish games he could throw stone, toss caber, and pass a jug around the campfire like any highlander. He loved the mountains, the deserts, changing scenery, and while he was healthy, maintaining friendships. Ship reunions of the Fiske gave him excuses for pulling the trailer behind his Aspencade or loading up the motorhome and beginning a new adventure visiting friends, family, exploring our vast country. As his health failed, his travel was limited to literature and crime novels. The family is grateful for care received at Balboa Naval Hospital and Sonata Hospice.
He is survived by his loving wife, two brothers, seven children, fifteen grandchildren and twenty-five great grandchildren.
In his 88 years, he largely accomplished his goals and dreams. He loved his wife, dogs, family, cars, country, and God in an ever changing order.
John's remains were interred at Miramar National Cemetery in San Diego, CA, on Friday, February 15, 2019.
(Source: John's family)
His family left Chicago for upstate New York when he was 13 years old and shortly thereafter set his cap for the woman he would later marry. She... at that point... was kicking him in the shins. Years later they were holding hands in church and with a dramatic row boat rescue in a stormy lake, he won her heart and never lost it.
He Served 26 years in the U.S. Navy as an electrician, retiring as a senior chief. His many tours of duty had him on Mediterranean and West Pac cruises on the Fiske, Coats, Klondike, Roark, Gompers and the Dixon and teaching at the Naval Training Center moving his family from New York, Pennsylvania, Florida, Rhode Island, Connecticut and eventually settling in San Diego, California.
He bought his 1st motorcycle when in the Navy so he could find parking on base. One day, caught in the conflicting drafts between two semis, fearing for his life, he decided to buy a bigger bike and take motorcycle safety classes. He and Janet joined a motorcycle gang: MOSEC... Motorcycle Safety and Education Club, where they made friends, rode together, participated in parades. Eventually he taught classes himself.
After retiring from the navy, he worked for a company called Envisions where he liked to say his job was to “tell the navy what to do with their ships”. He had a strong sense of duty, of what was right and wrong, firmly held opinions and beliefs. He didn’t like to give answers; his kids knew to make friends with dictionaries and encyclopedias and he would play devil’s advocate no matter which side of an issue they landed on. His many passions included: music, photography, camping, reading, lifelong learning. As a child, John sang in church and barbershop quartets with his brothers. He continued to sing until the last year of his life. He encouraged musicality in his kids, many of whom play instruments or sing at the drop of a hat. It is hard to find photos of him because he spent so much time behind the camera. Several times he became ship photographer. He eventually even made a darkroom in his garage. For a time, he was an active member of the Clan Fraser Association that met at the Round Potrero. The family would enjoy these primitive outings. John looked stunningly fierce in a great kilt. In Scottish games he could throw stone, toss caber, and pass a jug around the campfire like any highlander. He loved the mountains, the deserts, changing scenery, and while he was healthy, maintaining friendships. Ship reunions of the Fiske gave him excuses for pulling the trailer behind his Aspencade or loading up the motorhome and beginning a new adventure visiting friends, family, exploring our vast country. As his health failed, his travel was limited to literature and crime novels. The family is grateful for care received at Balboa Naval Hospital and Sonata Hospice.
He is survived by his loving wife, two brothers, seven children, fifteen grandchildren and twenty-five great grandchildren.
In his 88 years, he largely accomplished his goals and dreams. He loved his wife, dogs, family, cars, country, and God in an ever changing order.
John's remains were interred at Miramar National Cemetery in San Diego, CA, on Friday, February 15, 2019.
(Source: John's family)
Born in Chicago Dec 2, 1930 - slipped into heaven from San Diego Jan 12, 2019 in the presence of Janet Link Frazer his wife of 68 years.
His family left Chicago for upstate New York when he was 13 years old and shortly thereafter set his cap for the woman he would later marry. She... at that point... was kicking him in the shins. Years later they were holding hands in church and with a dramatic row boat rescue in a stormy lake, he won her heart and never lost it.
He Served 26 years in the U.S. Navy as an electrician, retiring as a senior chief. His many tours of duty had him on Mediterranean and West Pac cruises on the Fiske, Coats, Klondike, Roark, Gompers and the Dixon and teaching at the Naval Training Center moving his family from New York, Pennsylvania, Florida, Rhode Island, Connecticut and eventually settling in San Diego, California.
He bought his 1st motorcycle when in the Navy so he could find parking on base. One day, caught in the conflicting drafts between two semis, fearing for his life, he decided to buy a bigger bike and take motorcycle safety classes. He and Janet joined a motorcycle gang: MOSEC... Motorcycle Safety and Education Club, where they made friends, rode together, participated in parades. Eventually he taught classes himself.
After retiring from the navy, he worked for a company called Envisions where he liked to say his job was to “tell the navy what to do with their ships”. He had a strong sense of duty, of what was right and wrong, firmly held opinions and beliefs. He didn’t like to give answers; his kids knew to make friends with dictionaries and encyclopedias and he would play devil’s advocate no matter which side of an issue they landed on. His many passions included: music, photography, camping, reading, lifelong learning. As a child, John sang in church and barbershop quartets with his brothers. He continued to sing until the last year of his life. He encouraged musicality in his kids, many of whom play instruments or sing at the drop of a hat. It is hard to find photos of him because he spent so much time behind the camera. Several times he became ship photographer. He eventually even made a darkroom in his garage. For a time, he was an active member of the Clan Fraser Association that met at the Round Potrero. The family would enjoy these primitive outings. John looked stunningly fierce in a great kilt. In Scottish games he could throw stone, toss caber, and pass a jug around the campfire like any highlander. He loved the mountains, the deserts, changing scenery, and while he was healthy, maintaining friendships. Ship reunions of the Fiske gave him excuses for pulling the trailer behind his Aspencade or loading up the motorhome and beginning a new adventure visiting friends, family, exploring our vast country. As his health failed, his travel was limited to literature and crime novels. The family is grateful for care received at Balboa Naval Hospital and Sonata Hospice.
He is survived by his loving wife, two brothers, seven children, fifteen grandchildren and twenty-five great grandchildren.
In his 88 years, he largely accomplished his goals and dreams. He loved his wife, dogs, family, cars, country, and God in an ever changing order.
John's remains were interred at Miramar National Cemetery in San Diego, CA, on Friday, February 15, 2019.
(Source: John's family)
His family left Chicago for upstate New York when he was 13 years old and shortly thereafter set his cap for the woman he would later marry. She... at that point... was kicking him in the shins. Years later they were holding hands in church and with a dramatic row boat rescue in a stormy lake, he won her heart and never lost it.
He Served 26 years in the U.S. Navy as an electrician, retiring as a senior chief. His many tours of duty had him on Mediterranean and West Pac cruises on the Fiske, Coats, Klondike, Roark, Gompers and the Dixon and teaching at the Naval Training Center moving his family from New York, Pennsylvania, Florida, Rhode Island, Connecticut and eventually settling in San Diego, California.
He bought his 1st motorcycle when in the Navy so he could find parking on base. One day, caught in the conflicting drafts between two semis, fearing for his life, he decided to buy a bigger bike and take motorcycle safety classes. He and Janet joined a motorcycle gang: MOSEC... Motorcycle Safety and Education Club, where they made friends, rode together, participated in parades. Eventually he taught classes himself.
After retiring from the navy, he worked for a company called Envisions where he liked to say his job was to “tell the navy what to do with their ships”. He had a strong sense of duty, of what was right and wrong, firmly held opinions and beliefs. He didn’t like to give answers; his kids knew to make friends with dictionaries and encyclopedias and he would play devil’s advocate no matter which side of an issue they landed on. His many passions included: music, photography, camping, reading, lifelong learning. As a child, John sang in church and barbershop quartets with his brothers. He continued to sing until the last year of his life. He encouraged musicality in his kids, many of whom play instruments or sing at the drop of a hat. It is hard to find photos of him because he spent so much time behind the camera. Several times he became ship photographer. He eventually even made a darkroom in his garage. For a time, he was an active member of the Clan Fraser Association that met at the Round Potrero. The family would enjoy these primitive outings. John looked stunningly fierce in a great kilt. In Scottish games he could throw stone, toss caber, and pass a jug around the campfire like any highlander. He loved the mountains, the deserts, changing scenery, and while he was healthy, maintaining friendships. Ship reunions of the Fiske gave him excuses for pulling the trailer behind his Aspencade or loading up the motorhome and beginning a new adventure visiting friends, family, exploring our vast country. As his health failed, his travel was limited to literature and crime novels. The family is grateful for care received at Balboa Naval Hospital and Sonata Hospice.
He is survived by his loving wife, two brothers, seven children, fifteen grandchildren and twenty-five great grandchildren.
In his 88 years, he largely accomplished his goals and dreams. He loved his wife, dogs, family, cars, country, and God in an ever changing order.
John's remains were interred at Miramar National Cemetery in San Diego, CA, on Friday, February 15, 2019.
(Source: John's family)
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