DENNING
DENNIS
DENT
DENTON
DENURE
DENNING o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-04-17 published
McCLEARY,
John
Raymond
Walker
Passed away peacefully at Ottawa General Hospital on Tuesday,
April 15, 2003 in his 41st. year. Beloved husband and best friend
of Lisa, and Super Dad to Matthew and Kelsey. John was involved
in an experimental stem cell program for the treatment of Multiple
Sclerosis. He died from complications after the successful transplant
procedure. John is survived by his parents David and Nancy
McCLEARY
of Orangeville, his sister Cathy and her husband Ross
STEWARD/STEWART/STUART,
his mother and father-in-law Clarence and Eva
MURPHY of Orillia,
and by his sister-in-law Sherry and her husband Dan
TEETER, brother-in-law
Bill MURPHY and his wife
Sherry.
Uncle
John was always very proud
of, Sarah and Jake
STEWARD/STEWART/STUART,
Morgan and Ryan
TEETER, Sarah,
Megan
and Lori MURPHY and will be sadly missed. John was very special
to his most cherished friend and ''brother'' Dave
DENNING, and
his wife Lisa and their children Alex, Larissa and Brent.
''John, We Will Cherish Our Memories Forever, And We Will Always
Admire Your Courage.''
''We Love You As Big As The Universe.''
Friends may call at the Dods and McNair Funeral Home and Chapel,
21 First St. Orangeville on Monday from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Funeral
Mass will be from St. Timothy Catholic Church, 42 Dawson Road,
Orangeville on Tuesday, April 22, 2003 at 10: 00 a.m. Interment
Forest Lawn Cemetery. As expressions of sympathy donations to
the Ontario M.S. Society or Hospice Dufferin would be appreciated.
A tree will be planted in memory of John in the Dods and McNair
Memorial Forest at the Island Lake Conservation Area, Orangeville.
A dedication service will be held on Sunday September 7, 2003
at 2: 30 p.m.
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DENNIS,
Reuben
On Sunday, March 2, 2003 at Mount Sinai Hospital. Reuben beloved
husband of the late Helene. Loving father and father-in-law of
David and Suzanne, Sheila and Bob. Devoted grandfather of Jeffrey
and Lori, Tony and Sari, Leslie and David, Mitchell and Sheryl,
Randy and Risa, Cindy, Russell and Michele, and Jennifer. Devoted
great grandfather of Matthew, Allie, Sydney, Adam, Rachel, Madeline,
Isabelle, Mark, Michelle, Lily, Jacqueline, Gillis, Eric, Jacob,
Brett, Rachel, and Ben. Services at Beth Tzedec Synagogue, 1700
Bathurst Street, Monday, March 3 at 1: 00 p.m. Internment at Beth
Tzedec Memorial Park. If desired, memorial donations may be made
to the Mount Sinai Hospital Foundation at 416-586-8290.
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DENNIS o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-03-07 published
Jack McCLURE
By Carol BERNEY
Thursday,
March 6, 2003 - Page A22
Painter, tennis player, friend, Perth County Conspirator. Born
July 26, 1936, in Troy, New York Died February 13 in Stratford,
Ontario, of heart failure, aged 66.
Jack McCLURE never made much money. He lived a simple life, say
his Friends, who describe him as a "secular monk." After serving
in the U.S. Coast Guard in Miami in the early 60s, Jack attended
the University of Miami, played tennis, and hung out at The Flick
coffee house, where he met actor/musician Cedric
SMITH. In the
late sixties Jack accompanied Cedric to Canada, and ended up
working in the kitchen of the Black Swan coffee house in Stratford
and living at "Puddlewalk, " the communal farm home of the Perth
County Conspiracy, a swirling, ever-changing family of draft
dodgers, artists, actors, musicians, and local hippies.
Jack was a passionate scholar and creative thinker. Obsessed
with Marshall
McLUHAN,
Jack thought he saw a flaw in
McLUHAN's
theory, and actually went to Toronto to meet
McLUHAN.
Unfortunately,
McLUHAN brushed him off and Jack came home crushed. For a short
while, Jack lived at the (in)famous Rochdale College in Toronto.
Jack said he lived on the 14th floor, and would look down and
see cop cars converging on the building, but the residents had
rigged the elevators to run so slowly that there was always plenty
of time to clean up before the police arrived, and people rarely
got busted. The other people on his floor were very nice, serious
artists and intellectuals, but there were some wilder characters
on some of the lower floors, and riding the elevator could be
quite an adventure.
Back in Stratford, Jack lived in a caboose on a friend's farm
for awhile, and then moved into town to share an apartment with
another friend, Harry
FINLAY.
Jack then worked at the Gentle
Rain natural foods store for, essentially, the rest of his life.
He also sold paintings to his Friends, and gave tennis lessons.
Among his patrons and students was musician Loreena
McKENNITT,
who said Jack was a very good teacher. His paintings were mostly
in a realistically impressionist style, with tiny touches of
absurdity and/or social protest. He would add a discarded Coke
can to an otherwise idyllic river scene, or paint a nuclear-waste
hazard sign on the side of a railroad car or at the back of a
cave. One of his paintings was a portrait of Albert Einstein,
while another, titled Church of the Muses, depicted Einstein
playing the violin, with James Joyce playing piano and Bertrand
Russell reciting.
In the last few years, Jack became close Friends with Michelle
DENNIS, a co-worker at the Gentle Rain. On the back of a painting
Jack gave to Michelle's family he called her two young daughters
his "surrogate grandchildren."
This past summer, Jack was diagnosed with lung cancer. He underwent
chemotherapy and radiation therapy and was in remission when
he suffered a fatal heart attack during a badminton game. Jack
left instructions to be cremated, with no service. However, as
his long-term friend and employer Eric
EBERHART remarked, that
didn't mean we couldn't have a party. So the Sunday after Jack's
death, many of his Friends and co-workers gathered at his house.
We brought food, drink, photographs, and his paintings, and we
had an impromptu showing of Jack's work to pay homage to his
life and his spirit. His paintings are being archived, and in
the spring there may be a showing at one of the Stratford galleries.
In Jack's room, on his work bench, was a quotation from Einstein:
"The years of anxious searching in the dark, the intense longing,
the alternations of confidence and exhaustion and then -- the
final emergence into the light -- only someone who has so struggled
and endured could understand." This describes the Jack we knew
and loved.
Carol BERNEY is a friend of Jack
McCLURE.
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DENT o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-02-21 published
Catherine Lisa
DENT
Friday, February 21, 2003 - Page A18
Daughter, sister, partner, aunt, scientist, adventurer, athlete,
friend. Born May 11, 1964, in Toronto. Died July 11, 2002, of
cancer, aged 38.
I loved it when anyone asked me what my older sister Lisa was
up to, as this particular topic was always rich in conversational
potential. "Oh, Lisa's teaching my dad to windsurf... Lisa's
up at a research station in Algonquin... Lisa's playing Ultimate
Frisbee in Pittsburgh and her team is going to the national championships...
Lisa's canoeing through the Okefenokee Swamp... Lisa's taking
guitar lessons... Lisa's working at the National Aeronautics
and Space Administration for the summer... Lisa's living in a
trailer in the middle of nowhere to study birds... well, that
would be Dr. Lisa
DENT, now... Lisa's taken up yoga..."
She was the adventurer in our family; she was an independent
thinker who followed her own course and persevered until she
reached her destination. We often laughed about how, virtually
anything we got involved in, Lisa did first.
As a child, she was inquisitive and inventive. She loved the
natural setting at the family cottage and one day set about to
tame a chipmunk. At home she created board games out of her favourite
television shows, such as Hogan's Heroes. She and I would try
to find a way for Hogan or Carter to escape, while avoiding Colonel
Klink and the Gulag card. We loved watching The Monkees television
show together, singing along to the songs. But one day, she said
this time, she just wanted to listen carefully to the music.
What a wonderful surprise when she gave me my birthday present:
a tape of my favourite Monkees songs, secretly recorded from
the Television.
Lisa was gifted academically, attending University of Toronto
Schools, and winning scholarships to the University of Waterloo,
where she studied mathematics, and
to Carnegie Mellon University,
where she began a PhD, specializing in artificial intelligence.
It was representative of her quest for meaningful exploration
that, halfway through this program, she decided that ecology
was more important to her than teaching machines to think. So
she returned to undergraduate studies and then earned a PhD in
aquatic ecology at Arizona State University.
At Arizona State University she balanced her academic life with
social and athletic activities. With her partner, Russ, and her
dog, Shadow, she took advantage of the wonderful physical environment
in Arizona through many hours of camping, hiking, rock climbing,
and Ultimate Frisbee.
It was during her post-doc at the University of Wisconsin at
Madison that Lisa learned she had cancer. The devastating news
quickly worsened as later tests showed it was inoperable and
had spread to her brain and other organs. She despaired, but
resolved not to let despair overcome her. She set out to learn
all she could about the disease and how she could fight it by
whatever means available. She pushed herself to keep climbing
and hiking through the chemotherapy and radiation. When conventional
treatments proved ineffective she signed up for experimental
trials. Several doctors tried to persuade her it was time to
stop treatment, but she was approaching her illness the same
way she approached other aspects of her life -- with perseverance,
knowledge and understanding. She read widely about death and
disease, uncertainty and loss. I believe this understanding allowed
her to reach an acceptance of her illness, even as she fought
it so hard.
More than anything I wish I could be answering that question:
"What's Lisa up to these days?" Especially if my daughters Anglin
and Eliza were asking. She would be the strong, smart, brave,
amazing aunt who travelled to faraway places, who showed there
is more than one path to take, and who, regardless of the circumstances,
always kept exploring.
John DENT
John is Lisa's brother.
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DENTON o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-09-17 published
Hit by bus, bicycling student killed
Police attempting to reconstruct events that led to tragedy in
front of high school
By Ken KILPATRICK
Wednesday,
September 17, 2003 - Page A18
Burlington -- An 18-year-old student was struck by a school bus
and killed while riding her bike outside her high school yesterday
morning.
Jesica Marie
GREEN, a Grade 12 student, was riding her bicycle
across a driveway just 30 metres from the front door of Lord
Elgin High School when she was struck by a school bus that had
just delivered its students and was exiting on to the street.
She was pronounced dead at the scene.
The area in front of the school was busy with students and motorists
when the accident occurred just after 8 a.m.
"We all freaked out," said a student who was part of a group
standing in front of the school at the time.
"Someone said a person had been hit. She was kind of sprawled
out under the bus. A passing car driver ran over and told us
to call the police. We all stayed back... no one wanted to go
any closer to see what was really going on."
He said it didn't look as if the victim had been wearing a bicycle
helmet.
Three hours later, a truck safety officer and staff from the
Ontario Ministry of Transportation repeatedly drove the bus from
a parking spot in front of Lord Elgin to the New Street entrance.
At one point, a woman stood behind the driver and videotaped
the view through the windshield.
Dan MARADIN, general manager for Laidlaw Transit Ltd., said he
and the company "are deeply saddened by the incident and our
thoughts go out to the victim's family and Friends."
The woman driving the bus -- who has not been identified -- was
traumatized by the accident, he said, and the company is offering
her counselling. "She was a good driver and had been with us
for 1½ years."
Mr. MARADIN said the driver had been trained by Laidlaw. Training
to operate a school bus comprises 40 hours of classroom and behind-the-wheel
lessons.
The Halton District School Board immediately sent its Tragic
Event Response Team into the school to offer counselling to those
who witnessed the accident.
Students who needed help immediately were called to the school's
conference room where the response team waited with cookies and
drinks.
One student, in Lord Elgin as the event unfolded outside, said
they were told to stay in their classrooms and away from the
front of the school.
"The mood inside the school was very sad and there were some
tears," she said.
Marnie DENTON, communication officer with the school board, said
the response team "is there to help students who witnessed the
accident and those who were Friends of Ms.
GREEN.
They will be
at the school for as long as they are needed. They have specialized
training and help our students deal with the shock associated
with tragedy."
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DENURE o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-07-25 published
DENURE,
Frederick
Calvin
Died July 22, 2003, age 70, in Lindsay, Ontario, his home since
Fred DENURE was a remarkable, generous friend to many and a devoted
husband of forty-six years to his one and only Dorothy Ann. His
drive, energy and sense of humour will be greatly missed by all
who knew him, especially his children Raymond, Steven and Susan.
His nine grandchildren have lost a bright spark in their lives
a grandfather whose support and inspiring curiosity showed them
that the world is what you make of it.
Fred, founder of DeNure Tours and numerous other business ventures,
was an intrepid, inquisitive traveler who always had his eye
open for an opportunity or an interesting conversation. Travel
was a vocation, but his greatest pleasure was trips taken with
his family and good Friends.
The family would like to thank Doctors
READY,
PERRY,
MOULTON
and DAVY and the staff at Sunnybrook and St. Michael's Hospital.
A very special thanks to the second floor medical south nurses
at the Ross Memorial Hospital who ensured that Fred was well
looked after in his final days.
A service in celebration of Fred's life will be held at 2 p.m.
at Cambridge Street United Church on July 29, 2003 in Lindsay.
Donations in Fred's honour can be made to the Palliative Care
Unit at Ross Memorial Hospital in Lindsay.
Arrangements entrusted to Mackey Funeral Home, Lindsay 705-328-2721.
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Howard HOAG
By Steven DENURE, Julia
WOODS, Michael
HOMER, Marty
SILVERSTONE
Friday, August 15, 2003 - Page A28
Friend, husband, father, rugby player. Born September 17, 1952,
in Ottawa. Died June 15, in Toronto, of cancer, aged 50.
Friends experienced a quintessential Howard
HOAG moment a few
years ago on the dock at a friend's cottage at a remote spot
in Georgian Bay. They had an old recurve bow and a quiver full
of new arrows, and were taking turns shooting at -- and missing
a floating target anchored far out in the bay. As was his
lifelong habit, Howard arrived much later than anticipated. He
stepped out of the boat with a nautical flourish, and, after
being roundly berated for being late and bringing what looked
to be only six (warm) beer, he picked up the bow and tested its
pull. Then he turned and fired an arrow and hit the previously
unthreatened target the first time, with a satisfying thunk,
like an exclamation mark at the end of a sentence. In the moment
of stunned silence that followed, he gave a withering Hoagian
look. "That's how it's done," he said, and picked up his six-pack
and his knapsack, which turned out to be full of wine, and headed
up the hill, leaving the merry band on the dock properly put
in its place.
His Friends spent so much time waiting for him that they dubbed
it "Howard time." The wait was always worth it. At every party
there was "before Howie" and "after Howie." With his arrival,
the conversation always sparkled a little more, the wine tasted
better, the room seemed to grow bigger -- plus there was his
unique ability to infuriate and/or entertain everybody in the
room.
Howard grew up in Trois-Rivières, Quebec, the youngest of four
children born to a production manager at the mighty
CIP paper
mill. As a child he was a Boy Scout, soloist in the church choir
and an avid canoeist. He would later tell stories about paddling
around the islands in the St. Lawrence River and watching the
foam from the mill make the paddles disappear.
His voice eventually changed and, when he got to Montreal's McGill
University, so did the songs. Howard studied environmental biology,
but his true passion was the game of rugby. In recent years,
Howard was best known as the heart and soul of the Toronto Scottish
Rugby Club, as well as a key organizer of its annual Robbie Burns
night. In Montreal, however, he's a legend: it was his monumental
gaffe (he loudly lambasted a group of football coaches while
the men in question sat in the next room listening to every word)
that led to the creation of the Howie Hoag Award. Since its inception
in 1971, "the Hoag" has been given out weekly during the MacDonald
College football season to the player who performs the most remarkable
misdeed of the week.
We are comforted to know that the last several years of Howard's
too-short life were the absolute best. At 48, the classic lad
and confirmed bachelor met the love of his life, the incomparable
Louise RICH, and her daughter, Odette
HUTCHINGS.
This perfect
trio -- whose adopted nickname was H.R.H. -- did not have anything
like the number of years they deserved together, but what they
did have was packed with enough love and laughter to fill many
longer lifetimes.
Tragically, last Christmas Eve, Howard, who'd battled cancer
as a child, learned that the radiation treatment that had saved
his life 42 years earlier had probably led to the growth of an
inoperable tumour in one of his bile ducts. In early June, Howard
was given only a few days to live, but survived long enough to
marry Louise and spend another week with his family and the Friends
he loved. He also lived long enough to die on the day and at
the hour of what used to be his absolutely favourite kind of
night: just after midnight on a midsummer's eve with a full moon,
which Howard used to say was "God's flashlight."
Steve,
Julia,
Mike and Marty are Friends of Howard
HOAG.
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