A Tribute in Honor of:
Magnus D. Johnson, Jr.
Now this isn't much of anything but a eulogy for my Uncle Sonny who died yesterday in Montana. He was born Magnus diehart Johnson, Jr. of Norweign and Isish descent. He was the best example I know of being a cowboy, the cowboy philosophy and living. he was the one I turned to when my did died a few years back. He listened.

He was born on a homestead in Montana and I believe it was in a root cellar because Grandpa had not gotten the house finished yet. Lived on the range and homestead almost all his life. Farmed over 2000 acres at one point, year in and year out. Knew horses like no one I've ever known.
August 2003
He was 87 hen he passed yesterday. Never was married, but I was told that wasn't because the ladies weren't interested. I never saw him without a cowboy hat, and a smile. Never spent a dime that wasn't necessary. He still had grandma's sofa and bed and that's what he used! He spent the last few years of his life in a little town called Ballentine, Montana. When ivisited him last, he said he wanted to move. Too many people there was his reason. (the town population is about 1000 on a good day I reckon.)

I got to visit him three weeks ago. We had a great time talking and reminising. I promised to come back next spring. I guess I'll forget that trip.

So, I'd like to raise a glass to him. Here's to you Uncle Sonny, the harships you bore are now all behind you. You are in the grace of Our Father and his Son. You were a cowboy, my Mentor, My Friend and a great Pardner. The world will miss you, but not as much as I will.

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