John James Bash

John James Bash

May 11, 1953 - July 29, 2012

John James Bash

May 11, 1953 - July 29, 2012

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John James Bash was born May 11, 1953 in Beaver County, Pennsylvania, the son of John H. Bash of Negley, OH and the late June E. Simpson Bash. John passed away on Sunday, July 29, 2012, at his residence in Nashville, TN. John enjoyed people-watching, bowling, going to movies and live performances at such places as TPAC. He had worked as a hospital technician for Vanderbilt University Medical Center. Survivors in addition to his father, include his step-mother, Mary Bash of Negley, OH; his children, Melissa Matthew McCarrell and their daughter, Sara of Hookstown, PA, Andrew Kristin Bash and their daughter, Lilly and his son, Gage of Pittsburgh, PA and Damien Patricia Bash and their children, William and Ashleigh of New Galilee, PA; his siblings, Richard Bash, Marcella Bash, Fran Hupp, Jeffrey Bash, Ronald Bash and Lori Douthitt. In addition to his mother, he was preceded in death by a sister, Carol Bash and a grandson, Connor Bash.

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3 responses to John James Bash

  1. Bev Baker says:

    So sorry for your loss. A special hug to Mellisa take care you have had a terrible vacation. Rest when you get back and just love on Sara and Matt.

  2. Our thoughts and prayers are with your family, he is residing in God’s house now.

  3. Ya know, there’s been many times that John and I were caught scheming up the most out there, absolutely ridiculous stories to pass on to friends just to enjoy their laughter. I’ll never forget one December John and I were sent on an errand to retrieve a stand for the tree in our front bar area. We were shall we say, feeling the spirit of Christmas this evening. Anyhow, we took off to the store laughing about all sorts of nonsense the whole way there. It didn’t take us long to reach our destination and rush inside out of the cold air. Once inside we were like two little children running around playing with all the toys and so on. When we finally made it to where all of the holiday items were, we had totally forgotten what we were after, but both agreed we had come for a tree and ornaments. Realizing we had been gone for quite a while, we rushed up to the counter, checked out, and ran back to the car. Loading everything in, I noticed a handicap sign sticking out under the front of the car. Now I know that we did not hit that sign when we parked in the lot, but it sure looked like we did! I looked at him, he looked at the sign. He looked at me, I looked at him, we both looked at the sign. We looked up at each other again, both nodded our heads, and backseat it was with the sign! We had no idea how the sign had broken off and gotten lodged underneath the car like that, but with us having a bit of nog, sure weren’t gonna leave any possible evidence. Shortly thereafter we’re back at our bar and drop the tree on our dance stage. Coming back in with the ornaments, our bar owner looks at us, and says, “Well morons, where’s what I sent ya for?” John replied, “Oh. That! Well that’s in the car, I’ll be right back with it.” In he comes with the broken off handicap sign and stands it in front of the boss grinning slyly and said, “Here ya go.” The boss shook her head, busted out laughing, and said don’t worry about it, I’ll get it tomorrow. You guys are nuts

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