Daniel C. Wilson

Daniel C. Wilson

Daniel C. Wilson passed away October 23‚ 2010‚ at age 58. He was second assistant chief for the Jerusalem Township Volunteer Fire Department in Curtice‚ Ohio‚ where he was a member for 32 years. An EMT and firefighter‚ Dan worked on the Jerusalem Dive and Rescue Team. He worked with the pagers and radios for the department and helped to keep the fire trucks in excellent working order. The firemen used to say‚ Truck 312 knew when Dan was behind the wheel‚ because it drove like a charm. Dan played an active role in the Davis Besse Nuclear Power Plant Program with Jerusalem Township involvement. The fire department retired his number 308 in his honor.

Dan worked at Roadway Express for 30 years as a dock checker and city driver. After his retirement from Roadway‚ he helped area farmers drive their crops to the granary and did a little maintenance work for a community company. Dan volunteered for many years at his church‚ helping out whenever needed.

Dan enjoyed a blazing campfire‚ camping with family and friends‚ a cold Pabst Blue Ribbon‚ and family and friends enjoying his special barbecue chicken recipe. He loved going on Harley-Davidson rides with his wife and friends‚ and having the ride end with an ice cream stop was a good time. He really enjoyed the time spent with his two grandkids‚ going to their sports events‚ riding on the golf cart‚ talking them camping‚ and just sitting on the porch swing listening to their stories of their day.

Dan was married to Terry‚ for 38 years. They have two sons‚ Kevin and Robert. Kevin and his wife‚ Jennifer‚ have two children‚ Korrin (9) and Trent (6). Dan was the oldest of seven children. He was an organ and tissue donor.

Kevin describes his dad‚ A man so humble and accomplished so much‚ and a man that inspired without saying a word. ‘Life is a lesson‚’ he told me. We teach‚ learn‚ share‚ and grow with one another. My dad did this every day of his life. He gave his time to his family and his community. He loved his time with the fire department‚ his extended family‚ and his brothers in arms. Not only was he watching and helping the community‚ but those he served with. He once told me‚ ‘If I do it for them‚ they’ll do it for me.’ That’s who he was; that’s what he believed. His pride was undeniable. My dad may have been simple‚ but that simply does not define him. How about this: selfless‚ strong‚ loving‚ caring‚ stubborn‚ dependable‚ organized‚ friend‚ a hero to many‚ brother‚ son‚ father‚ husband‚ and grandpa ‘Poppy Dan.’ He’s truly missed.