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SZCZAPINSKI o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.toronto_star 2005-11-03 published
SZCZAPINSKI, Edmund
(Retired 40 plus year employee of Spar Aerospace) Passed away peacefully at Leisureworld, Etobicoke on Wednesday, November 2, 2005 at the age of 81. Beloved husband of Irene for 56 years. Much loved father of Richard and his wife Irene. Friends may call at the Turner and Porter Funeral Home, 436 Roncesvalles Ave. (at Howard Park), from 2-4 and 6-8 p.m. Thursday. Funeral Mass to be held at Saint Mary's Polish Church, 1996 Davenport Rd., on Friday, November 4, 2005 at 9: 00 a.m. Interment Queen of Heaven Cemetery. For those who wish, donations may be made to the Lung Association.

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SZCZEPANSKA o@ca.on.middlesex_county.london.london_free_press 2005-12-02 published
LEBEDZ, Taras Sergei
Peacefully, at Bobier Villa, Dutton on Thursday morning, December 1st, 2005, Taras Sergei LEBEDZ of West Lorne and formerly of Rodney in his 87th year. Born in Minsk, Russia, Taras and Maria immigrated in 1948 to British Columbia. After five years they moved to Rodney and started growing tabacco until their retirement to West Lorne. Lovingly remembered by his wife Maria Helena (SZCZEPANSKA.) Dear father of Irena and Brad of Ingersoll, Tere and Raemonde of West Lorne, Leada and Randy of Saint Thomas, Serge and Sheila of Rodney and Tom of West Lorne. Taras will be sadly missed by his grandchildren Alicia HADASH and Kelly of Washington State, Gavin HADASH of Rodney, Mark, his wife Tanya and their son Brennan HADASH of Wardsville, Trena and Drew LEBEDZ of Rodney, Rene of London and Chad of West Lorne. Friends may call at the Rodney Chapel on Friday, December 2, 2005 from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Funeral service will be conducted from the Chapel on Saturday at 10: 30 a.m. Father Vladimir MORIN celebrant. Interment Rodney Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions to the Sunshine Foundation would be appreciated as your expression of sympathy. Arrangements entrusted to Padfield Funeral Home, (519-785-0810). "Rest in Peace, Papa"

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SZCZERBAK o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2005-03-16 published
JESSHOPE, Ernest Fredrick
(Sgt., Royal Canadian Air Force World War 2)
Peacefully, at Toronto, Ontario, on Monday, March 14, 2005 in his 81st year. Cherished husband and best friend of Betty (BATES) JESSHOPE. son of the late Charles Edgar and May JESSHOPE. Brother of the late Florence PARRETT. Beloved father of Sandra (Tim) SULLIVAN of Toronto; Karen (Gary) DEAN of Alliston and Deb (Richard) CUSHING of Oakville. Loving Granddaddy to and missed by his grandchildren: Tim, Meghan and Peter SULLIVAN, Jenni (Rob) BURNS, Adam DEAN and Beth (Trevor) SZCZERBAK, Cpl. Dana CUSHING (United States Marine Corps Reserve) and Dann CUSHING (Toronto). "Big Papa" to his great-grandchildren Taylor Westenberg and Alec BURNS. Ernie grew up and was educated in Toronto and served with distinction in the Royal Canadian Air Force as a Physical Training Instructor at Manning Dept (C.N.E.) and later was assigned overseas with the famous 419 "Moose" Squadron. After the war, he was a legend in retail for his impeccable taste in clothing as he outfitted many of Toronto's best dressed men. Visitation at the R.S. Kane Funeral Home, 6150 Yonge Street (at Goulding, south of Steeles) on Thursday March 17th, 2005 from 7 to 9 p.m. Funeral Service will be held in the Chapel at the R.S. Kane Funeral Home on Friday March 18th, 2005 at 11: 00 a.m. If desired donations in Ernie's memory may be made to The Toronto Public Library Foundation, 789 Yonge Street, Toronto, Ontario, M4W 2G8, 416-393-7123 to purchase large print books.
"Per Ardua ad Astra"
R.S. Kane 416-221-1159

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SZCZERBAK o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.toronto_star 2005-03-16 published
JESSHOPE, Ernest Fredrick
(Sgt., Royal Canadian Air Force World War 2). Peacefully, at Toronto, Ontario, on Monday, March 14, 2005 in his 81st year. Cherished husband and best friend of Betty (BATES) JESSHOPE. son of the late Charles Edgar and May JESSHOPE. Brother of the late Florence PARRETT. Beloved father of Sandra (Tim) SULLIVAN of Toronto; Karen (Gary) DEAN of Alliston and Deb (Richard) CUSHING of Oakville. Loving Granddaddy to and missed by his grandchildren: Tim, Meghan and Peter SULLIVAN, Jenni (Rob) BURNS, Adam DEAN and Beth (Trevor) SZCZERBAK, Cpl. Dana CUSHING (United States Marine Corps Reserve) and Dann CUSHING (Toronto). "Big Papa" to his great-grandchildren Taylor WESTENBERG and Alec BURNS. Ernie grew up and was educated in Toronto and served with distinction in the Royal Canadian Air Force as a Physical Training Instructor at Manning Department (C.N.E.) and later was assigned overseas with the famous 419 "Moose" Squadron. After the war, he was a legend in retail for his impeccable taste in clothing as he outfitted many of Toronto's best dressed men. Visitation at the R.S. Kane Funeral Home, 6150 Yonge Street (at Goulding, south of Steeles) on Thursday, March 17th, 2005 from 7 to 9 p.m. Funeral Service will be held in the Chapel at the R.S. Kane Funeral Home on Friday, March 18th, 2005 at 11: 00 a.m. If desired, donations in Ernie's memory may be made to The Toronto Public Library Foundation, 789 Yonge Street, Toronto, Ontario, M4W 2G8, 416-393-7123 to purchase large print books."Per Ardua ad Astra"

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SZCZOKIN o@ca.on.middlesex_county.london.london_free_press 2005-05-27 published
SZCZOKIN, Steve
In loving memory of our dear dad and grandpa, Steve, who passed away one year ago today May 27, 2004.
The moment that you died Dad
Our hearts split in two,
The one side filled with wonderful memories,
The other died with you.
We often lay awake at night
When the world is fast asleep,
And take a walk down Memory Lane
With tears upon our cheeks.
Remembering you is easy,
We do it everyday,
But missing you is heartache
That never goes away.
We hold you tightly in our hearts
And there you will remain,
Life has gone on without you,
But it's never been the same.
For those of you who still have your Dad
Treat him with tender care,
For you'll never know the emptiness
When you turn and he's not there.
Forever missed and loved by Stephen and Baillie, Barbara and Ed, Paul.
Greatly missed by his grandchildren Jonathan, Benjamin, Madeline, Lauren, Olivia and Natsuki.

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SZCZUR o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.toronto_star 2005-10-24 published
Jack HURST, 83: Loyal Beach knave
Community fixture at Queen and Beech
Greeted every passerby as 'Sire' or 'Milady'
By Catherine DUNPHY, Obituary Writer
Does every community have a Jack HURST? A man who greeted every day with a grin, who greeted every single person he passed on the street with a salutation. A man so entrenched in his community he made newcomers feel as if they too belonged there just by saying hello to them.
And his community? Four blocks or so in the east end of the Beach. A small world, but his world.
For more than 50 years he lived there, first on Silver Birch Ave., in a fourplex that used to be the old Balmy Beach Club with his "dear Mum" as he always called Isabel HURST, who brought up four kids cleaning doctors' homes after her husband deserted the family. After "dear Mum" died in 1980 he moved one block to the west to a place on Willow Ave. For the past 10 years or so -- no one is sure how long -- he lived in a ground floor bachelor with a 12-foot ceiling on Beech Ave., in the building that also houses the Fox movie house.
He had the rolling gait of a sailor navigating a storm, a Tintin tuft of still sandy hair and, in fact, the same small, open face of the French cartoon character, and he died -- at 83 on September 13 -- in the veteran's wing at Sunnybrook hospital, wanting to be back home in the Beach.
He'd been ill and increasingly immobile for a year. It would take him three traffic lights to cross Queen St. E. to the Garden Gate restaurant (known to locals as the Goof) to join the self-styled Goof Support Network, six regulars who met for breakfast Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for years.
"Jack was a really important member of the group because he made each day so bright and funny," said Doug RICHARDSON.
The two would talk about the Crusades, history, Einstein and, always, politics. HURST, a Trudeau-hating Tory, thought things were going to hell in a handbasket, grumbled about young people being on the wrong track and the rich guys moving in and spoiling his Beach -- and then would leave the Goof and stop and chat to these same children and rich guys.
RICHARDSON sometimes helped him cross back over Queen St. "We'd stand in the centre, shielding Jack from the traffic, and force people to stop," he said. "The guy had ulcers on his ankles and he couldn't move. He was in real pain."
But still HURST was out and about most days, carrying his battered soft-sided bag wherever he went. He'd stop off at the Remarkable Bean where George FOWLER would fix him a coffee. "He couldn't sit, his knees were shot," said FOWLER. " He'd stand here by the milk and cream and chat to the morning customers."
Susan FOWLER, George's mother and the owner of the coffee shop, kept an eye out for HURST. She'd greet him most mornings as she walked to work at 6 a.m. "Every day I wake up and am still breathing is a gift," he would say to her.
He was proud, he was certainly stubborn. He rejected all and any aid although there was a particular cab driver, an old school friend it is thought, who used to sit in his car in front of HURST's apartment just in case he needed to run an errand.
And the Queen St. streetcar drivers would wait for him when they saw him slowly, ever so slowly, inching his way to the streetcar stop at the corner. Some of the drivers used to help him into the car -- his knees were so stiff he had to enter and exit the car backwards.
A neighbour made him a railing with a hoop at the end so HURST could pull himself up the few steps to his home. A friend wanted to start a fund to buy him a scooter, but he didn't want one. Others also offered to buy him a motorized wheelchair, which he dismissed, saying he needed the exercise of walking.
He suffered to walk, but he needed to be out in his community, saluting the men with a "Good morrow, Sire," the women as "Milady" with a sweep of the arm and a slight bob, or simply as "Dearie." "I think I see an angel," he would say to the younger women. Always, he would tell them all, he remains their loyal knave and subject.
But for a public figure -- which is what HURST was at Queen St. E. and Beech Ave. where he would sit on the bench outside the corner natural food store, pant legs rolled up, legs out straight, telling everyone he was just getting some sun on the knees -- he was a very private man. "I was never allowed into his apartment," said Jerry SZCZUR, the Fox owner and his landlord. No one was.
He'd always been a packrat and latterly neither he nor his apartment was very clean. A neighbour bringing him some home baking last Easter said his door flew open when she knocked, revealing HURST lying on six or seven dirty mattresses on the floor in a room overflowing with empty pizza boxes and cans.
"He was obviously embarrassed and said he was sick," said Ruth Ellen BRUCE.
HURST had been a housepainter, who had painted BRUCE's home on more than one occasion. Because the Bruce home is high, he called himself Michelangelo and her two daughters "the angels." For years, he showed up at their house every Christmas and Easter with a garbage bag bearing gifts -- shortbread for the adults, dolls and later, books for the girls.
He was Rembrandt when he visited Diana ANDERSON's home those mornings and her husband, a psychiatrist, was "Freud" or " Governor."
"He had a route on Christmas morning," she said. "He'd have the same old jokes year after year. And he always told us how lucky we were to have (son) Jamie."
When he was growing up, HURST was known as Jake, and famous for the parties he gave and for being the fastest man on the rugby team at East York Collegiate. He enlisted in the army and was shipped out to England but never saw action because of his flat feet, a story he used to love to tell on himself. Never married, he trained as a teacher and taught for a couple of years before becoming a housepainter. For 10 years -- between 1965 and 1976 he was the manager at the Fox theatre.
"He was eccentric a touch," said his younger sister Dorothy MacDONALD, who lives outside Sudbury. "He lived his life the way he wanted to and he was a very happy man because he was doing what he wanted to do."
Her family often visited him when he lived with their mother, but when he moved out on his own, he discouraged visits to his home. Anyone picking him up to go to family events had to meet him at the corner.
"He was very independent," said John MacDONALD, Dorothy MacDONALD's son. "He always wanted to be in the Beaches and the family respected that."
When HURST fell ill in February and was hospitalized, the family was there, cleaning his apartment and spending nights and days in the hospital. When HURST wanted out of hospital, he was brought home for a month before his health failed again and he was re-admitted.
"When we were trying to assist Jack in his apartment, there was a constant parade of people going by asking after Jack," said MacDONALD, an architect in Kitchener-Waterloo.
He found out that his uncle had been helping people 20 years younger than he. Unbidden, he'd shovel the snow in front of his apartment building, the Goof and the local solar laundromat. He'd go grocery shopping at the Valu-Mart for a 90-year-old neighbour, even though it would take him, literally, hours to go the three blocks. And people would always offer to help him carry those groceries.
"To be exposed to the level of neighbourhood connect he had and continues to have, well, the Beaches is just a very special place," said MacDONALD. "In the end, we are all Jack's loyal knaves and subjects by virtue of his credos by which we live our lives."

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