John Robertson Marshall
Beloved Husband, Dad, Grandpa, Son, Brother, and Uncle, John (Jack) Robertson Marshall, passed away in Murrieta on April 3, 2020 at the age of 95. Jack was a native Californian, and was born and raised in the Inglewood area of Los Angeles. In 1942, he gave up a college basketball scholarship and enlisted in the Navy. He was proud to serve his country as a Navy Gunner during WWII. He married his wife of 63 years, Norma Wallace, in 1948. They raised a family of four children starting in Inglewood, and moved in 1956 to their longtime residence in Anaheim. Together they enjoyed family get togethers and holidays, summer vacations in Palm Springs, and traveling out of state to visit their oldest son. In 2004, Jack and Norma moved to Murrieta to be closer to their children. Jack worked for over 40 years in Sales, supplying parts to the Aerospace industry. He enjoyed reading the newspaper, listening to music, watching TV, rooting for the Angels Baseball Team, cheeseburgers and chocolate shakes, and LOTS and lots of coffee. For many of his retired years, he volunteered his help at the Lane Victory Ship that is docked in San Pedro. He enjoyed working on ship maintenance and working the day cruises the ship took near Catalina and back.
Jack is predeceased by his wife Norma, his daughter Connie Fennell, his parents John and Flora Marshall, brothers Gordon Marshall and Walter Marshall, and his sister Helen Harp. He is survived by his sons James Marshall (Janelle) and John D. Marshall (Mary Jayne), and daughter Cari Forrester (David), grandsons Blake, Jason, John, Scott, Jake, granddaughters Stacy, Jennifer, Ruthie, and several great grandchildren and nieces and nephews. He will be missed for his kind and thoughtful manner, his humor, his patriotism, and his love for his big family. Internment will be at Riverside National Cemetery. A private memorial will be planned at a later date.
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When I was little I would spend the night at my Grandparents house often. In the morning I’d wake up to see my Grandpa at the head of the dining room table, drinking his freshly brewed coffee and eating his toast while reading the newspaper. My Grandma would be vacuuming her beautifully kept forest green carpet. After breakfast my Grandpa would head out to the garage to do yard work. He’d be mowing the lawn while my Grandma would be pruning her rose bushes. At lunch we’d eat sandwiches my Grandma would make and Grandpa would be watching CNN. Grandma would go back to vacuuming her well maintained carpet and my Grandpa would make grunting sounds and make silly faces because the noise would prevent him from hearing the news. I somehow came up with the name Grumpy Gramps and it stuck!!! At night, after dinner, I’d sit on their bed and look out the window and watch the fireworks from Disneyland. I have so many great memories but whenever I smell fresh brewed coffee and roses I will always think of them. I love you Grumpy Gramps. Tell Worry Wart, aka Grandma, that I love her too.