John Robertson
Thursday
21
December

Visitation at Funeral Home

10:00 am - 8:00 pm
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Marian Gray Thomas Funeral Home
64 Cartersville Road
Cumberland, Virginia, United States
Friday
22
December

Funeral Service

1:00 pm
Friday, December 22, 2017
Mt. Olive Baptist Church
283 Sugar Fork Road
Cumberland, Virginia, United States

Final Resting Place

Mt. Olive Baptist Church
283 Sugar Fork Road
Cumberland, Virginia, United States

Obituary of John Robertson

John "Henry" Robertson, son of the late Ollie Robertson, Sr. and Olivia Dangerfield Robertson, was born July 22, 1928 in Cumberland County, Virginia.

At an early age, Henry was converted, baptized, and joined the Mount Olive Baptist Church. He attended the Cumberland Public Schools and, after graduation, he served in the United States Army from October 1950 until July 1952. After this military service, he moved to Paterson, New Jersey to seek employment. For a number of years, Henry was employed by S. B. Thomas Bakeries. While in Paterson, he was affiliated with Grace Baptist Church.

Upon his retirement in 1990, he returned to Cumberland and rejoined the Mount Olive Baptist Church where he served as a Trustee before becoming a Deacon. He also truly enjoyed singing in the Senior Choir and the Male Chorus.

In 1996, Henry was joined in wedlock to Louise Robertson. Throughout their twenty-one years of marriage, he was a devoted husband and family man.

On Friday, December 15, 2017, he departed this life at his Cumberland residence. He was preceded in death by his parents and four brothers, Ollie Jr., Floyd, Arthur, and Raymond.

He leaves many to cherish fond memories: his wife, Louise; four step-daughters, Shirley Ward, Elaine Lonon, Eloise Truesdale, and Virginia Dortch; 21 step-grandchildren and a number of step-great grandchildren; one brother, Robert Robertson; two aunts, Mary E. Dangerfield and Catherine Smith, one sister-in-law, Essie Robertson; and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, other relatives and friends.

God knew you were so tired

And a cure was not to be,

So he put his arms around you

And whispered "Come to me."

The Golden Gate stood open

God knew you needed rest,

His garden must be beautiful

For he only takes the best.

Although we cannot touch you

You're never really gone,

For in the hearts of us who love you

Your memory lives on.

~THE FAMILY

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