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Vol. 5, No. 2 • January 10, 2011 • www.ShopperNewsNow.com • 10512 Lexington Drive, Suite 500 37932 • 218-WEST (9378)
Vet needs a hero
By Wendy Smith
While much of West Knoxville was basking in the warm glow of the holidays, Fred Johnson was just wishing somebody would listen to him. Johnson, a Vietnam veteran, lives in the same house in which he grew up on Duncan Road. But he’s had a long string of bad luck that has left him weary of staring at its walls. He attended Rocky Hill Elementary School and was in the final class that graduated from Bearden High School when it was located on Kingston Pike. The class motto was “The greatest of the great – the class of ’68.” Johnson joined the Navy in 1969 to avoid getting drafted by the Army. He served on the final tour of the U.S.S. Bon Homme Richard and was able to live out a childhood fantasy of riding in a rickshaw in Hong Kong. He had stops in Singapore, the Philippines and Japan, and says his service during the Vietnam War was one of the best adventures he ever had. But it wasn’t all fun and games. Johnson’s job required him to go ashore to remove unexploded ordnances from carrier-launched air-
craft. During every night he spent at an airbase, he was fired on at 3 a.m. He eventually learned not to sleep until after the nightly trip to the bunker. He planned to stay in the Navy and attended flight school. But he opted out of flying when he learned he would be expected to participate in the bombing of Haiphong Harbor, which he considered a suicide mission. As retribution, he “got every dirty job” until his enlistment ended in 1973. After his Navy days, Johnson took a job, and a wife, in San Jose, Calif. He’s not proud of the way he lived at the time, and his marriage failed after three years. “You got to learn as you go,” he says sadly. “There’s no instruction book for this life.” In 1976, Johnson returned to Knoxville, where he struggled with pills and alcohol. The hardest part of the war was feeling like he couldn’t help when so many soldiers were losing their lives, and it made him angry. Pills helped dull the anger, he says. He eventually sought treatment at the V.A. hosFred Johnson stands outside of the Duncan Road home his father built. pital in Johnson City. After that, he worked as a techniPhoto by W. Smith
cian for several years, but liked having some variety in his work. He was a cook at Cracker Barrel when he had a heart attack in 2004. In 2008, he had a stroke that left him numb on his left side. His military training has helped him adapt, he says. Johnson’s only source of income is $243 per month of disability for his exposure to Agent Orange. He’s pursuing full V.A. benefits and hopes to start receiving checks by summer. But he’s struggling to pay his property taxes, and in the past several months, his car, his television and even his microwave have died. There’s no money to replace them. He now depends on his 77-yearold mother to drive him on errands. He wishes he could at least watch his favorite show, “The Simpsons,” to take his mind off his troubles. He’s grateful for Christmas gifts he received from his church, Cumberland Presbyterian, but doesn’t expect more. “Times are tough for everybody. They can’t do much to help.” Johnson applied for the state’s Low Income Home Energy Assistance Program two months ago but hasn’t heard back. He’s also contacted AMVETS, the American Legion, the Veterans of Foreign Wars and the Disabled American Veterans for help, but it seems like no one’s listening, he says. “I’m so tired of asking for help.” If you’d like to help or know someone who would, contact the Shopper-News at 218-9378.
Hard times and tragedy take toll on local builder By Betty Bean Most days but Sunday, Roy Anderson is down on Broadway sitting in his green 1971 Chevy C-10 pickup truck in the old Fountain City Kroger parking lot, loaded down with firewood for sale. He’s got red oak, white oak and hickory plus bundles of cedar kindling. Frequently one of his 10 children is riding shotgun. He knows he could make more money if he’d find a spot out toward Farragut, but the Chevy only gets about 11 miles to the gallon, so he stays closer to his home in Corryton and does the best he can. He’s waiting for spring when he, his son Roy Jr. and his friend Randy Harwell will be opening up “Our Father’s Garden,” a landscaping supply, lawn maintenance, remodeling and construction business on Cunningham Road in Halls, at the site of the old Munsey’s Lawn Care. A pewter ornament that his wife, Sylvia, gave him hangs from his rearview mirror. It says, “I love you all dearly. Now don’t shed a tear. I’m spending my Christmas with Jesus this year. In loving memory, Samuel Anderson, 2006-2010.” The little pendant commemorates their youngest son who died of neuroblastoma – a vicious form of cancer – on Nov. 4. Not that Roy needs reminders. The boy is never far from his mind. Just over three years ago, Roy Anderson was a licensed Realtor, a general contractor and a successful builder/developer who had built and sold 19 houses and started Shiloh Gardens, a subdivision on Pedigo Road. He’d built his family a house that they only owed $21,000 on (and that was for the land) and he drove a big F-350 King Ranch
dually that pulled a skid-steer loader. Samuel really liked that truck. The doctors at Children’s Hospital discovered Samuel’s tumor Aug. 31, 2007, and flew him to Vanderbilt for treatment. He was desperately ill from the beginning and spent more than 70 days on life support that year. His stomach swelled up like he’d swallowed a basketball and most of his vital organs, including his eyes, were compromised. Roy and Sylvia never left his side. “Down in Nashville they gave us a Ronald McDonald room about a quarter mile from the hospital. Might as well have been 1,500 miles away. We appreciated it, but we couldn’t be that far away from him, so we let somebody else use it. Every day they were telling us he wouldn’t live till tomorrow. The tumor didn’t shrink, he had breathing difficulties and they had to intubate him. But in January 2008, he went into remission, although with neuroblastoma, there’s really no remission. They just call it ‘No Evidence of Disease – NED.’ So we went back to work. “I was working as a trim carpenter and cabinet maker and I built our house debt-free as the Lord gave me the money. We cut down trees on our property for lumber and every time I got paid, if I had any extra money, I’d put it in the house. I also built my daddy a house on the property.” Roy had nearly finished a couple of houses in Shiloh Gardens when the bottom fell out of the market. He mortgaged the family home for $280,000 and used the money to pay the interest on his business debts and for living expenses. Finally, the Andersons walked away from their home and his dad let them have the
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Roy Anderson and his daughter, Bethany, sell firewood in the old Kroger parking lot in Fountain City. Photo by Ruth White house Roy had built for him. Roy got a loan on his truck to pay off the interest on a construction note, but things kept going south on him and on April 3, 2009, the repo guys pulled up to take the truck. “That’s the one thing that bothered Samuel the most. He’d say, ‘Daddy, when are they going to bring back our truck?’ I told him that wasn’t going to happen and he’d say ‘We’ll get another truck, daddy. I got money, Daddy.’ He got a Social Security check from where he’d been sick and he wanted to give it to me, but that money was just to be used for him.” Roy filed for bankruptcy in September, about the time Samuel’s cancer came back. “A week before he passed away,
I’d saved up $1,400 but the guy was wanting $3,000 for this truck. Samuel had money in the bank that people had given him out of compassion, and he said, ‘Mommy, give Daddy some of my money so he can go buy that truck.’ When we got home from church on Wednesday night my wife said, ‘Why don’t you just go ahead and buy that truck,’ and handed me money from Samuel’s account,” Roy said. The next day he and two of his other children, Joshua and Hannah, went to Sevier County to get the truck. They were on their way back when his mother-in-law called and said that Samuel had quit breathing “I told her to turn his oxygen rate up and she said she already had. ‘He’s gone, Roy.’ My wife was
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crying, saying, ‘I’ve killed him. I killed him. He asked for a drink of water and he stopped breathing.’ I told her she didn’t kill him. How many times had she given her children a drink of water? “I didn’t even want the truck then, wanted to take it back. But she told me the Lord didn’t want me to be there because he knew that Josh and Hannah and I wouldn’t have been able to handle watching Samuel pass away. She told me not to throw the truck away, just fix it up.” So he kept the old green truck and got it into working order. He kind of wished it were blue because that was the color of Tommy the Tank Engine, Samuel’s favorite cartoon. One day he was working on the passenger side door and noticed something odd in the door jam – a strip of bright blue, which he realized was the truck’s original color. Restoring it is high on Roy’s to-do list. And he wants to make something very clear: “We’re born again and we’re trusting in the Lord and we realize that there’s trials and tribulations that everybody has to go through. This isn’t an accident that we’ve lost our business and our son. We know that we’ll see him again. We loved him as much as you could love anybody, so when we had to let him go back to the Lord, we gave him all we could. “We’ve got clothes, groceries, a place to stay and TennCare’s paying for our medical, so our needs are all met. We’d love to have your business, but we don’t need a handout. And we’re just thankful that God picked us to be Samuel’s parents out of all the billions of people to choose from.”
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