John Clarke Davis’ soul left his 84 year old human body behind on 12-23-2023 after a year long struggle with dementia. He was cared for in the comfort of his home, located in Geneva NY, by his loving wife Christina (Tina), with the help of his son James and Hospice..
John was born in Omaha Nebraska to John McGrew and Patricia Nickell Davis. He lived a wonderful childhood with his great friend Robert Crouch. His stories of their antics were told at bedtime and the campfire. His grandparents doted on John often making decisions based on what he wanted or needed. He just loved spending time with them.
His parents moved to Fl when he was 13. He loved that he could catch so many fish that his mom couldn’t fit them in the freezer. So this started his role as a fisherman and he sold them regularly to the fish market. He loved to tell the story about swimming in the river in Fl during lunch hour at school and having a lookout for the alligator who would enter the water looking for a bite.
He had a love for water and quit school at 17 to join the Navy. He was looking for adventure and he certainly got it. He was in Japan for 3 years. Engaging in the culture feeling like Japan was home. After 4 years he switched to the air force wanting to get to Vietnam and fly helicopters. He ended up in radar school meeting his best friend George McMillan AKA Mac. Mac was instrumental in the introduction of John to his beloved wife of 43 years Christina Snyder Davis.
Christina (Tina) and John were married in Elmira NY 12/31/1980. They had an immediate start to their family with Johns three beautiful girls Petra(Sean), Portia and Holly (Normand). Benjamin and James came within the next 4 years. He loved all his children and found enjoyment in all of his grandchildren, Gunnar, Matthew, Tory, Nick, Davis, Colin, Stormy, Brendan and Lily. He loved telling them bedtime and scary campfire stories. He loved sharing his knowledge with them showing them all the fine art of tying knots so that they could hang a hammock to lie in.
John and his wife spent many years in Elmira. John was an electronics technician at the AOMC and Paxar. During his time living in Elmira they raised sheep, ducks and chickens. John loved making beer and wine. His beer was delicious but strong. There is more than one story about his beer causing dizziness and difficulty walking. John and Tina continued their life on Seneca Lake spending over 22 summers on the lake. He loved to sail and Tina became his assistant on the Hobie 18. Later as John matured a pontoon became the source of enjoyment spending many an evening on the sunset cruise with Cookie and Shadow his beloved puppies. All in all Johns was a life well lived.
There will be a celebration of his life at a later date. No services will be scheduled.
If you would like to make a donation, John was well cared for with the help of UR Medicine Hospice 756 Pre-Emption Rd Geneva NY 14456 and or the Memory Clinic at Strong University 315 Science Pkwy B Suite 200 Rochester NY 14620..
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well….. Henry Scott Holland