SCACE o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-12-27 published
KERNOHAN,
Kathryn▼
Margaret▼ (née
KINNEAR)
Born December 29, 1911 died December 24, 2003 in Toronto, her
birthplace. Beloved wife of the late Gordon E.
KERNOHAN.
Predeceased▼
by her parents Thomas H. and Margaret G.
KINNEAR (née
NASMITH)
and her brother T. Clark
KINNEAR.
Much▼ loved and most loving
mother of Susan
SCACE
(Arthur,)
Kathy and Patrick
KINNEAR (Ginny.)
Adored ''Gammi'' of Jennifer and Patrick, Gordon and Cayleigh,
and Sarah and Maggie. Special Grammi to Matthew, Jonathan and
Adam. Cherished Auntie Kay to Bill
KERNOHAN, the late Dodie
PHILLIPS
Tom, Bob and Bill
KINNEAR and Margo
HYDE. A heartfelt thank you
to all the caregivers at Belmont House over the last ten years.
A memorial service will be held on Monday, January 12, 2004 at
11 o'clock at Timothy Eaton Memorial Church. A reception will
follow. If desired, donations may be made to Timothy Eaton Memorial
Church, 230 St. Clair Avenue West, Toronto M4V 1R5, or to a charity
of your choice.
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SCACE o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-12-30 published
KERNOHAN,
Kathryn▲
Margaret▲ (née
KINNEAR)
Born December 29, 1911 died December 24, 2003 in Toronto, her
birthplace. Beloved wife of the late Gordon E.
KERNOHAN.
Predeceased▲
by her parents Thomas H. and Margaret G.
KINNEAR (née
NASMITH)
and her brother T. Clark
KINNEAR.
Much▲ loved and most loving
mother of Susan
SCACE (Arthur), Kathy and Patrick (Ginny). Adored
''Gammie'' of Jennifer and Patrick, Gordon and Cayleigh, and
Sarah and Maggie. Special Gammie to Matthew, Jonathan and Adam.
Cherished Auntie Kay to Bill
KERNOHAN, the late Dodie
PHILLIPS
Tom, Bob and Bill
KINNEAR and Margo
HYDE. A heartfelt thank you
to all the caregivers at Belmont House over the last ten years.
A memorial service will be held on Monday, January 12, 2004 at
11 o'clock at Timothy Eaton Memorial Church. A reception will follow.
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SCAMAN o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-07-24 published
CAIE,
Alastair G.R.
Died on July 22, 2003, at his home in Goderich, Ontario of esophageal
cancer. Al was born in Glasgow, Scotland and graduated from the
University of Glasgow in 1954 with a Masters of Arts and Economics.
He then joined the Royal Air Force, where he flew as a pilot
for three years. In 1957 he emigrated to Montreal, Quebec, where
he was employed at Canadian Pratt and Whitney Aircraft, Bell Canada
and later Northern Electric. In 1981 he moved to Burlington,
Ontario and worked at Northern Telecom in Mississauga as Director
of International Tax Planning. From 1986-1988 Al was the manager
of Corporate Tax Policy with the Government of Alberta in Edmonton.
In 1992 Al and his family retired to Goderich where he has spent
the past 11 years enjoying golf, wood working, reading and walking
trails at Naftel's Creek and Fall's Reserve. He leaves his wife
Kathryn, sons George (Susan) of Burlington, Andrew of Goderich
and step-son James (Jennifer)
STORM of Kitchener; grandchildren
Brandon and Brooke
CAIE and Elizabeth and William
STORM; sisters
Audrey and Jessie
CAIE of Glasgow, Scotland, brother Roderick
(Tynne) CAIE of Bromley, Kent, England and in-laws Betty and
Jack SCAMAN of Goderich. At Al's request there will be no funeral
service. A gathering of family and Friends to celebrate his life
will be held on August 2, 2003 from 1-4 p.m. at his home at 122
Warren Street, Goderich. As an expression of sympathy, donations
to the Canadian Cancer Society will be greatly appreciated.
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SCANES o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-09-30 published
CROWE,
Doris
Mary (née
SCANES)
Born in Winnipeg, July 12, 1921, daughter of Richard
SCANES and
Alice PAYNE, sister of Lenore and Jimmy, married Marshall
CROWE,
December 5, 1942. Graduate of United College, Winnipeg (B.A.:
History and English) awarded highest standing in her class. Doris
died on Friday, September 26, 2003, surrounded by family and
Friends, after a long and spirited battle with cancer. Beloved
wife, dear mother of Tom (Allison), Alison, Helen (David), Sheila
(Brian), Abigail, Seumien (Nabo), Le (Ping) and Nick (Irene).
Delighted and indefatigable grandmother of Jessica, Caleb, Innie,
Susan, David, Adam, Cathy, Yuli, Jonathan, Ben, Rebecca and Ariana.
Predeceased by her dear Friends Ann
PHELPS and Starr
SOLOMON.
During World War 2, Doris worked as a reporter for the Vancouver
Sun and taught high school. After the war, she accompanied Marshall
on diplomatic postings, chiefly to New York and Moscow. During
the 60's, she worked for Canadian Broadcasting Corporation Radio
and wrote and narrated a series of documentaries on life in the
Soviet Union. She also worked tirelessly for the Toronto French
School in its early years, helping to establish the first school
library. Doris studied public relations in the early 70's, and
did a variety of work in that field, including shepherding Harold
CARDINAL through the Ottawa launching of ''The Unjust Society''.
She also served as public relations director for the Canadian
Nurses' Association. She was a member of the Committee for an
Independent Canada and campaigned for the provincial and federal
Liberal parties in many elections, beginning with Mitchell
SHARP's
campaign in the Toronto riding of Eglinton in 1963. In her 70's,
Doris returned to university to study English history, Russian
and Chinese. for the last 30 years of her life, Doris focused
on the farm that she and Marshall ran near Portland. Among many
enterprises, Doris was instrumental in introducing the Dexter
cow into Canada. According to Doris' wishes, there will be no
funeral. Arrangements by Scotland Funeral Home, Elgin. The family
will receive Friends on Saturday, October 4, 12 to 8 p.m., at
the farm, 4421 Old Kingston Road, Portland. In lieu of flowers,
donations to the hospice, St. Vincent de Paul Hospital, Brockville
(613) 342-4461, ext. 2271 would be most gratefully received.
Their compassion, skill and generosity of spirit did much to
ease Doris' last days when she could no longer be at her beloved
farm. In memory of Doris: plant a garden, serve paella, learn
a language, read a book to a child, be kind to an animal, support
universal health care, live at peace with nature.
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SCANLAN o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-02-04 published
Ottilie BENDER
By Lawrence
SCANLAN And Ulrike
BENDER
Tuesday,
February 4, 2003,
Page A20
Aunt, bookkeeper, artist, landlady, gardener. Born August 27,
1920, in Bessarabien, Romania. Died March 20, 2002, in Toronto,
of liver cancer, aged 81.
Ottilie BENDER was slim and elegant, tall in every way, as slow
and graceful as the giraffe. Skin pale, almost translucent. High
cheekbones, eyes blue and strong. Otti was the child of a successful
German farmer in old Romania. A peasant girl, but one with standing.
Confidence coursed in her; her stated opinion had the look and
feel of fact.
Direct too, Tante (Aunt) Otti once critiqued a book of mine:
"You didn't say much but, by golly, you said it well." The "by
golly" came with physical punctuation: her slapping both knees
with her hands. She picked up the phrase when she came here from
Germany in 1952. That, and "Vell, anyvay" -- the latter phrase
uttered at dinner to shift gears and speak of other matters.
When she arrived, she worked in a hospital cafeteria but spent
years at night school studying English, then typing and bookkeeping,
before landing work with an art and framing business. She came
here in defiance of her father and showed her signature strength
of will. The first
BENDER to cross the ocean.
Tante Otti was a woman ahead of her time. She knew that women
in her era were valued as obedient housewives and capable mothers
and not as strong-minded individuals. "I never would have developed
as a person if I had married," she once said.
She would eventually save enough money to become landlord and
superintendent at her west-end Toronto apartment complex. Her
tiny digs teemed with her own art landscapes, still lifes, a
portrait of John F. Kennedy. She loved beauty. An art teacher
once praised her imagination and sense of colour. Later, she
would move to a plain house in old Mimico, Ontario, one with
a basement apartment and a paying tenant. Form mattered; function
more.
Ottilie BENDER believed that you helped those less well-off --
not by handouts, but by encouraging them to pull themselves up
by their bootstraps. But, like all interesting people, she contradicted
herself.
Her tenant drifted from job to job, fell behind in his rent.
She never tossed him out, for he was her project. She tried to
instill in him her own work ethic, her faith in diligence, her
practical spirit. She gave him the benefit of the doubt, for
"you have to see the good in everyone."
I find it ironic that Otti's liver failed her. This woman who
abhorred strong drink all her life, who drank "ein Schluck" of
wine at Christmas dinner, who watered down tea. Restraint defined
her.
Although otherwise in good health, she was plagued for years
by poor circulation, and would attend Christmas dinner at her
brother's place -- their thermostat always set to tropical --
wearing a cardigan, heavy slacks and, over her shoes, plastic
bags against the cold.
I admired and will remember Otti's self-reliance: how at peace
she was with who she was, her steely pride, that peasant stoicism.
The BENDER family has lost its chief historian, its best letter-writer,
its clan gatherer, its most capable patroness.
The ducks and geese on the bay close by have lost a companion,
too. "Walking makes me feel free the way I felt when I was young
in Romania," she once said. On the shoreline she met Friends
who likewise found joy in the breezes off the lake, in tossing
bread to grateful birds in the setting sun. The geraniums in
pots along her windowsills will miss her, the tall conifers she
planted as seedlings, the flowers in her lavish garden. There
will be no fat tomatoes this summer. I will miss engaging her,
a process that was as lively when she was 81 as it was almost
three decades ago. She was, by golly, a great lady.
Lawrence is married to Ulrike, Ottilie's niece.
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SCANLAN o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-06-02 published
Clare SCANLAN
By Tom SCANLAN and Larry
SCANLAN
Monday,
June 2, 2003 - Page
A16
Mother, wife, grandmother, sister, nurse. Born July 15, 1924,
at Tamworth, Ontario Died April 19 in Toronto, of brain cancer,
aged 78.
Clare SCANLAN never lied about her age. She simply never acted
her age. There was a vitality to her, a vibrancy. She would drum
her hands on her knees as punctuation -- exclamation marks! --
to deliver good news: The Jays had bested the Yanks, a Canadian
had won a medal, grandchildren were coming 'round for a visit.
The second child of four, Clarissa Mary Catherine
FLYNN was born
on a farm in southeastern Ontario to Irish-Catholic parents,
Leonard and Gertrude
FLYNN.
Her parents' legacy to her included
great good senses: of humour, justice, the divine.
After acquiring her nursing degree at Hotel Dieu Hospital in
Kingston, Ontario, she met -- on a blind date in Belleville --
our father, Bernard. Photos of the time capture her soft features,
her wavy black hair, her starlet good looks and elegant taste
in clothes.
The children came, in batches of four. Larry, Theresa, Tom and
Wayne arrived when Nakina, in northern Ontario, was home. In
1956, there was a pause as the family settled in the Scarborough
homestead, modest by some standards, but for Clare it was a dream
come true. Then followed the rest of the gang: Stephen, Rosemarie,
Karen and David. Bernard claims a stranger once asked, "Are they
all yours or is it a picnic?"
"They're all mine," he famously replied, "and it's no picnic."
Actually, it was. Mom had a natural ability to make us all feel
special and accomplished (while insisting that she herself was
neither). Feeding and clothing eight children can't have been
easy. Only when we left home, we joke, did we learn to add one
can of water to the soup, not four, or that milk was also available
in non-powdered form. And if Karen's clothes looked a lot like
Theresa's, or David's skates like Wayne's, who cared? We remember
only a house full of people, noise, confusion -- and laughter.
"I used to worry more about having too much money," Clare once
said, "than I did about having too little." Remarkable. And as
the eight of us matured and married, each and every new partner
acquired a second mother.
It was not only what Clare did for family and Friends, but how.
She unfailingly remembered birthdays, visited the sick, befriended
strangers at parties. Hers was a quiet and discreet philanthropy,
almost instinctive.
The grandchildren, the ones who call her "Aunie," were especially
nurtured. Chickadee, she would call each baby, or "Sweet pie."
She'd say, "Oh I love my babes. I worried too much about my own
children, but with the grandchildren, I just love to hear their
stories and all the things they're doing."
After Clare finally stopped nursing at Providence Manor, she
and Bernard took up golfing, got a winter place in Florida, cheered
the Jays. They were pals and on the go. Clare always moved quickly
(as anyone who ever saw her on a putting green will attest).
Life was too precious to move slowly and, besides, she didn't
want to miss a thing. When cancer struck, hard and fast, the
tears came but the laughter stayed. "Your mother taught us how
to live," Dad said, "and now she'll teach us how to die." And
so she did, with great dignity and selflessness. And though our
mother's death hurt us, and always will, to be such an intimate
part of her leave-taking -- at home -- was a privilege.
In our grief, we took comfort when others praised her lack of
pettiness and disdain for gossip, her sincerity and compassion,
how well she listened and appreciated every kindness, her child-like
delight in life itself. We had all been "Aunied" and we will
never be the same.
Tom and Larry are Clare's sons.
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