General & Family Dentistry
3510 Twelfth Street Suite # 600
Lewiston Orchards, Idaho 83501
(208) 798-7955

For Those Who Missed Out On Our Last is the story that appeared on Page 2 (John's Soap Box), entitled: "The Stuff of Which Tears are Made."


When Gabby was about eight years old, she was already a seasoned dancer, but was performing in one of her first big girl productions...the Nutcracker, which was being done in Pullman. Ever the dedicated friend, I tossed the wife and all four kids in the car and headed for Pullman on that December day, for no other reason than to support Gabby.
rylie at pioneer park summer 2010As I nestled into my seat, I sat next to Gabby's dad, Pat, who was the best man at our wedding and long time friend from my days back at the University of Idaho. Many of you will recall me making mention of a band of "particularly hairy brothers from Grangeville" a few years back, but that is an entirely different story all together. None-the-less, I am sitting next to Pat, when he leans over and whispers in my ear.
"Do you really like this stuff?" he lightly asked...except he didn't say "stuff."
"Well," I replied, "Not really, but we are here to support Gabby, you know."
As Pat's torture continued, I remember the long production finally coming to an end and Pat and his son, Sam, literally running up the stairs to the door...there must have been a Notre Dame game on that afternoon, 'cuz I can't remember Pat ever moving so quickly...least not anytime over the past ten years!!
Now, buzz forward about six years to another Christmas production...this one called "The Twelve Days of Christmas," with an even more polished Gabby dancing ballet as one of the Three French Hens. Wow!! What a difference a few years makes...I mean, 'she doesn't even look like she's having a seizure on stage anymore, ' I thought to myself!!
Once the production was over, I made a quick call to Gabby's house to congratulate her, but instead got her old dad, Pat, on the phone instead.
"Hey man, I need to talk to your daughter," I said. When Pat asked me why, I said, "I just wanted her to know that we went to her dance and she looked beautiful on the stage and she danced amazingly."
"I know," Pat replied with a gulp, "I can't hardly watch her dance anymore without wanting to cry."
What an amazing transition, I remember thinking, as I hung up the phone...from "stuff" to tears in about five years. I certainly don't recall him ever making mention of anything like that when he talked about Sam!!
And so it is with dads and their little girls...
So, the summer of 2010 finally did catch on sometime in June, and my little girl went to a local week-long dance camp. Upon completion of the camp, a short production was held at Pioneer Park, where I found myself sitting in a lawn chair, with about twenty other dads, watching their daughters, with lumps growing in their throats...stupid Pat!!
Just a few days ago, I was visiting with my assistant Evie, who was talking about how beautiful her children are. "Excuse me sister, but everyone knows that my kids are far more beautiful," I remember thinking. "They do have an exceptionally handsome father, after all."
Which brings me to something I think we all know...that our parents simply love us and that we will always be beautiful in their biased eyes...sometimes warts and all.
So it was, on August 12th, that my wife lost her little brother, Ethan, to a tragic mining accident in Nevada. As I sat there in the wet Elko grass, dodging water from the ill timed sprinklers, I listened intently to my mother-in-law, Lorene, as she talked lovingly of her recently departed son...and all I could picture was her holding his chubby, scruffy face and staring intently into his only a mother can do, saying " sure are a handsome man, you sure are a handsome man..." Then, just as I do with my "littles," I could envision her holding his face only 30 years earlier, saying, " sure are a good looking sure are a good looking boy."
As one of my favorite family physicians relayed to Dealiah and I a few weeks ago, the bad stuff in life, goes away, but the good always stays and will always be just gets stronger and stronger. Dr. Chavez is right, but he actually said that far more eloquently than I just did.
Love 'em while they're here, 'cuz they won't stay little forever and God forbid, you might just out live them. I wish you eternal peace Ethan.

John J. Johnson D.D.S.

Dr. John J. Johnson grew up in Central Idaho, and opened his dental practice in the beautiful Lewiston Orchards in 1997.

Born in Council in 1965, John attended elementary school in both Potlatch and McCall, and graduated from McCall-Donnelly High School in 1983. He received his Bachelor of Science Degree in Secondary Education from the University of Idaho in 1988, with teaching credentials in Mathematics, Computer Science, and Psychology. Following a brief teaching career and one year of graduate school in Educational Administration, he completed additional coursework, and applied to dental school in 1991.John Image 2010

Being an Idaho resident, his acceptance into Creighton University's Boyne School of Dentistry allowed him to complete his first year of dental school at Idaho State University. Furthermore, as an Idaho Dental Education Program (IDEP) student, he comfortably transferred to Omaha, Nebraska in 1992, as a sophomore, and enthusiatically completed his Doctor of Dental Surgery degree in the spring of 1995. Prior to commencement, the faculty acknowledged him with the Dentsply International Award, identifying him as an exceptional removable prosthodontic (denture) student. In addition, he is most proud of the honor he received from the American Society of Dentistry for Children (ASDC), another faculty nominated award recognizing his efforts in the children's dental clinic.

After graduation, Dr. Johnson returned to Idaho and briefly practiced in Moscow and Potlatch before moving to the LC Valley. He opened his Lewiston Orchards office on April 1st, 1997. This office grew slowly, but by 2003, space became a growing concern. An expansion was completed during the summer of 2004, giving him and his dental team more room to maneuver. From this immaculate, contemporary, and comfortable facility, he is still able to provide his patients the type of dental care that he'd provide any member of his own family. Best of all, he didn't have to change office locations, providing patients abundant parking and easy access from one of Lewiston's busiest streets.

John met his wife, Dealiah, in 1999. In May of 2000, they were married in Lewiston. Dealiah is the proud mother of four active and growing children: Collis, Brennan, and twins Rylie and Ian, who were born in 2001. With children of various ages and interests, "the crew" certainly keep both John and Dealiah on their toes...and sometimes "on edge." Despite the daily adventures of their family lives, both try to spend as much time with the kids as possible, shuttling them to and from swimming lessons, dance, the golf course, and the movie theatre.

Professionally, Dr. Johnson completes 50-75 hours of continuing education credit each year. Through his affiliations with the world renowned Seattle Study Club, the American Dental Association, and the Idaho State Dental Assocaition, he has been able to attend courses that continue to mold him into a far more rounded (an interesting) person than he'd have ever imagined. "I love the learning environment," he says without reservation. " I was in college for twelve straight years, loved learning and teaching, and I probably always will." Such coursework adds tremendously to what he is able to do for his patients and his dental team, a responsibility he takes very seriously.

According to Dr. Johnson, there was no greater gratification than finally completing school and returning home. When asked about his career choice, he passionately responds the same way, over and over again. "I love being a dentist," he answers without pause. "I can't imagine ever doing anything else." When you see Dr. Johnson and his Lewiston Orchards Dental Team in action, you will definitely feel his passion for the dentistry he provides, and for the patients who entrust their care to him.