ShallowsNole
Beach Fanatic
Bill Robertson served on the Mosquito Control Board, has served as lay leader in local churches and has also performed many, many weddings along the beach. Those who are up before daybreak may have seen him delivering newspapers. He was a wonderfully educated, kind man.
Yoshiko Robertson, still known to many as Betty Morgan, came to South Walton County from Japan as a young bride. She adapted to life in rural America well, learning to read, write and speak English, embraced the Christian faith, and raised four children, all grown and with grandchildren of their own, in Point Washington. She worked tirelessly as an aide at Bay Elementary School for years, and taught more than one generation of us how to sing "Silent Night" in Japanese. She was an important part in the life of nearly every child who grew up here in the 1960s and 1970s. She sang "How Great Thou Art" at my grandmother's funeral, again at my father's funeral, dedicated "Amazing Grace" in Japanese to the memory of my father during the 1991 Homecoming service at the Point Washington Methodist Church, and two weeks later, tearfully performed an encore at my mother's funeral.
Yesterday, Bill and Yoshiko were sitting, stopped in traffic on 331, and taken from us in a horrific accident through no fault of their own. And my heart is absolutely broken.
Yoshiko Robertson, still known to many as Betty Morgan, came to South Walton County from Japan as a young bride. She adapted to life in rural America well, learning to read, write and speak English, embraced the Christian faith, and raised four children, all grown and with grandchildren of their own, in Point Washington. She worked tirelessly as an aide at Bay Elementary School for years, and taught more than one generation of us how to sing "Silent Night" in Japanese. She was an important part in the life of nearly every child who grew up here in the 1960s and 1970s. She sang "How Great Thou Art" at my grandmother's funeral, again at my father's funeral, dedicated "Amazing Grace" in Japanese to the memory of my father during the 1991 Homecoming service at the Point Washington Methodist Church, and two weeks later, tearfully performed an encore at my mother's funeral.
Yesterday, Bill and Yoshiko were sitting, stopped in traffic on 331, and taken from us in a horrific accident through no fault of their own. And my heart is absolutely broken.
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...such tragedy, too often.
