Jon Krieger

November 13, 1946 ‒ March 17, 2017

Perrysville, Ohio

PERRYSVILLE: Jon Krieger was a man of many passions. He held a deep reverence for God’s creation, appreciated the acceleration of a fine sports car, enjoyed the precision of a quality firearm, was a patriot’s patriot, and above all embraced an unshakeable faith in the Lord Jesus Christ – for in Him was Jon’s hope and salvation.

Jon passed into the Lord’s presence Friday morning March 17, 2017, surrounded by family and friends, in his rural Perrysville home. He was 70.

Born November 13, 1946 in Wadsworth, Jon was graduated from Wadsworth High School in 1964 and attended University of Toledo.

He worked as an architect draftsman, window salesman, and for many years with Ares, Inc. on weapon development and research on the M-16. At Ares his work as a high speed photographer helped develop experimental weapons. When describing his career choices, with a smile Jon said “we blew things up” and he “…did it til it wasn’t fun anymore and then move on!” He retired from Adena Corp.

Past president of the Mansfield Noon Optimist Club, he was a member of Mansfield BIA, and served as past president of the Jaguar of Ohio Club.

Remembered for his sense of humor, wit, and beautiful – if sometimes mischievous – smile, Jon was a member of Berean Baptist Church. He was the “Official Picnic Holder” for the Men’s Sunday school class of the church. He and his wife Nancy were blessed with the gift of hospitality, and enjoyed hosting gatherings at their home: So blessed by the Lord, they wished to share their blessings and their home with others.

Jon’s lasting legacy will be his persistent testimony of the saving Grace of his Lord Jesus.

He is survived by his wife Nancy (Sowers) Krieger, whom he married December 21, 1985; a brother Tim (Sherry) Krieger of Wadsworth; a sister Laura Krieger of Phoenix, AZ; an aunt Linda Ott of Prescott, AZ; mother-in-law Merridelle (DePue) Sowers of Willard; brothers-in-law William “Bill” (Daryl) Sowers of Wooster, David (Gail) Sowers and Martin Sowers all of Willard; nieces, nephews, great nieces, great nephews; along with brothers- and sisters-in-Christ.

He was preceded in death by his mother Rebecca Jane (Oplinger) Krieger, and father-in-law Dr. Harry Sowers.

His family will receive friends Monday, March 20, 2017 from 3 to 7 p.m. in the Lexington Avenue Snyder Funeral Home. A worship service, giving glory to God for the life of Jon Krieger, will be held Tuesday at 11 a.m. in Berean Baptist Church, 2145 Middle Bellville Road, Mansfield, with Pastors Russ Enzor and Jim Berry officiating. Awaiting the resurrection, burial will follow in Shauck Cemetery.

Contributions in his memory to Hospice of North Central Ohio or Les Feldick Ministries or the ALS Association Northern Ohio Chapter may be made at the funeral home.

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  • We were very sorry to hear of Jon’s passing. He will be missed and remembered fondly. Jon’s time came much too soon! Our prayers and thoughts go out to Nancy. Peace in Christ.

  • I knew Jon from elementary school on. Just such a kind soul, so he will find even a greater peace in heaven. I know he had some health struggles in the last few years, but always kept his chin up. May God enjoy his many attributes!!

    Kim Bonewit
    Class of 1964 Wadsworth, Ohio

  • We will miss our Jon-boy and his wonderful sense of life and humor. He did not go gentle into that good night and has left us with so many happy memories. We grieve but find comfort in knowing that he is not encumbered by his physical body and his soul is at peace with our Lord

  • Nancy and family,
    So very sorry to hear of the loss of Jon. Laurie and I will always remember the good times with the card club. Peace be with you.
    Steve and Laurie

  • Jon will be greatly missed by his many friends. He was an outstanding leader and I was privileged to sponsor him at the Optimist Club. He and Nancy were a blessing to us at Main Street Church. Gere and I regret being unable to be at his funeral since we winter in Florida. We know the Holy Spirit will bring you peace.

    Blake and Gere Wagner, Largo, FL

  • Jon was one of my earliest friends and a best friend all through grade school and high school in Wadsworth. He is now in God’s great hands and those of us who knew him in his earlier years know that his very special humor and wit will bring many happy smiles to those who welcome him in Heaven. Rest in peace old and dear friend. Dick Holcomb – Class of 1964 – Wadsworth High School

  • At fifteen I joined Explorer Post 401 at the local Lutheran church. Jon, with whom I was destined to always be paired in gym class was already a member. It was during one of our meetings that Larry “Pudge” Long proposed that we make the canoe trip to the Region 7 Explorer Base near Boulder Junction, Wisconsin. We worked at paper drives and other jobs to earn the money and the trip was planned and approved and sanctioned and supported by the Medina BSA. They gave us a leader and our scoutmaster, Freddie Opplinger allowed us to use his VW microbus.

    So together we drove all the way to upper Wisconsin. Gary Rasor and Pudge Long, Bobbi “Calf” Nixon, Jonathan Kreiger, Daryl Baughman, David Ferguson and me, all jammed into and onto the microbus along with George, our leader.

    The canoe trip was wonderful in every way. It provided the illusion of wilderness with civilization actually just beyond and over the next bridge, which were abundant given the number of streams. While not exactly city kids the region put wildlife on display we never imagined. Moose, black bears, varmints of every sort were a daily treat, especially if you didn’t tie your food and packs up on a tree line of parachute cord. Ten days we were gone. Ten days of high adventure. Ten days of absolute boredom. Ten days of friendship. We learned skills. Knots made sense when applied to real tasks. A “modified J stroke” keeps the canoe heading straight.

    Eventually we learned the “Divine Law of the Mind.” If you get a song stuck in your head there it remains until it is replaced by another song. So be careful that the song that you put there is acceptable because here, after five or six day in this controlled wilderness, the 9 volt battery in the Sony transistor radio is long dead. There is no new music to reprogram your subconscious mind and it will surface consciously when you least expect it. We called this Kreiger’s Corollary to the Divine Law of the Mind. Not that Kreiger postulated this wisdom, he just led us to the observation. The fifth day was damp and windy as we emerged from quite Sand Creek onto Lost Canoe Lake. Heading into the wind requires extra effort from the front paddler who has, by this time, been conditioned to accept the fact that his strokes are only about a third as effective as the guy’s in the rear. Wind changes that dynamic and to head straight he has to pull hard. Daryl, his left arm palsied was shifted to the rear as Pudge, with extraordinary arm strength took the front. Jonathan Kreiger, a short chubby kid suffering from nothing more than delayed pubescence (like me) had developed a pervasively dry sense of humor. His smile was wry and his affect as level as his flattop haircut. That haircut, properly propped up with Southern Rose Butch pomade framed his low forehead with a tuft to each side that seemed to radiate up from his eyebrows. He looked Kind of sly and yet cute. It took us over an hour to paddle across Lost Canoe Lake. About the time we began to figure that we’d have been better off paddling along the shoreline around the perimeter, our bodies wracked with pain, our minds empty of everything but despair Jonathan Kreiger began to sing.

    “Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.
    Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.”

    His voice was unnaturally deep and full as if the voice of someone else was singing through him. Perhaps there was something in there. Then again, perhaps this was evidence of the man this trip was making of him, of all of us. He sang in resonant new wilderness baritone.

    “Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.
    Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.”

    He repeated that monotone line monotonously without adding another verse, a chorus or crescendo.

    “Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.
    Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.”

    He sang this dirge as the wind picked it up and wafted it through our ranks. He sang in perfect synchronous harmony with the splash of paddles into the water punctuated by the metronome of their throats slapping the sides of the canoe. The mist of light rain began to surround and melt into us as the wind increased, but still we pulled and pushed through and across the lake toward the distant shoreline as Jon crooned.

    “Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.
    Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.”

    Then we reached the shelter of shore and the wind simply disappeared. All that remained was the gentle lapping of tiny inland lake ripples on the rocks and the sound of boys pitching tents and starting the fire, preparing food and stringing up packs. Yet playing in the back of every mind was the refrain emblazoned upon and tucked within the convolutions of our brains,

    “Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.
    Jonathan Kreiger industrial leader.”

    Midway through the following day my personal torment was intense. Try as I might to call up from memory a new song I could not. There were plenty of songs to choose from. Maybe something by Roy Orbison, Bobby Vee, Blue Moon by the Marcels, I’d have settled for Ferlin Husky. Nothing stuck. Madness. And then my savior appeared in the form of a ranger in a pickup with a radio. Appearing out of the apparent wilderness he was just checking to see how we fared on the windy lake. Did we lose anything? “Yeah. My mind. I need a new song.” With that Pudge began to explain about the trip across Lost Canoe Lake but as he started to tell the ranger about Jonathan’s song, as Jon was about to sing five other voices yelled in six part harmony, “Shut Up Kreiger.” He smiled that smile. The sympathetic ranger walked us back to the truck, turned on the radio as we collectively restored harmony to our mentality. Well, at least as much harmony as there can be amongst a group of teenage boys. The song was Patsy Cline’s I Fall To Pieces. Not my first choice but it worked well here in the Land O’ Lakes. It was 1961 and it changed my life forever.

    I miss you Jon Kreiger. Through all the years and miles I miss you tonight.

    • What a memory and so eloquently delivered. Never knew he was Jonathan ,love that name ,my firstborn is a Jonathan .Thank you sir.

  • Dearest Nancy and family,

    I was so saddened to hear of Jon’s passing. Having known you both for so many years, Jon’s presence will be so missed. He is in God’s presence and glory now. He will share his shining light in Heaven with all the angels. I am honored to have known him and will always remember him with love and respect and with all the laughter and love he shared with everyone. You and your family are in my heart and prayers. God bless you all !

  • Nancy,
    Just got back to Port in FL from cruising, so shocked to read about Jon. You both have been so special to Glenn and me. We love you & are praying for you. So blessed by Jon’s testimony through life with the Lord and as he had to travel this health journey.
    Glenn & Cindy

  • Nancy,

    Kristin and were so sorry to hear this news. Jon was such a good man. I’ll never forget his “sly” sense of humor. Know we will pray for you during these difficult days. May God give you an amazing sense of His presence and peace.

    Bryan and Kristin

  • We have known Jon and Nancy for many years and will always treasure the travel time we had together. Jon will be sorely missed-his wit, wisdom, and infectious chuckle. Card club won’t be the same without the two of you. Nancy, our thoughts and prayers are with you, we love you both.

  • Rosetta and I are saddened to hear of the passing of Jon. It has been a very long time since our wedding, but, we still enjoy all the wedding pictures he took as our professional photographer. He had a wonderful eye for imaging. We particularly send our condolences to our friends, Tim and Laura, during this very sad time. It should strengthen you knowing that Jon was a dedicated Christian and knew God’s love was boundless. May God bless everyone close to Jon as he blessed Jon himself.

  • Nancy I am saddened at hearing of Jon’s passing. We have lived at his old house at Darlington East road for the past twenty one years and have enjoyed every minute of it. Thanks Jon for such a wonderful place to raise a family!! Rest in peace my friend.

  • Nancy, we are so sorry to hear of Jon’s passing.
    We have many good memories of Jon during the time
    when you lived out our.

  • Tim,

    Our sincere condolences. Although I never met your brother, he sounds like he was a wonderful man. Your family always had a link to my own. May you feel the comfort and prayers of others in your loss.

    Carol Buerge Kinnard

  • I was very sorry to hear of Jon’s passing. He will be truly missed. You will find comfort in the support of your family and friends and especially your faith.

  • I’m so sorry to hear about Jon. Cherish your memories of his love and laughter as you and your family begin to heal.

  • Nancy,

    So sorry to hear of Jon’s passing. I so enjoyed the time we got to spend with him and the Colorado Snyders! His smile, quick wit and laugh!!

    Much love and hugs!
    Stacey Elliott-Russell