IRELAND firstname.lastname@example.org_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-09-16 published
IRELAND, Dr. David S.
Born in Norwich, England in 1937, died Friday, September 12, 2003, Ottawa, Ontario, doing what he loved best, playing soccer. For 36 years he was the loving husband of Catherine and father and father-in-law to, Jennie and Ian, Chris and April, and Katie and Jarrett. After qualifying as a barrister at Oxford University, he came to Canada in 1966 completing a PhD in Applied Psychology at the University of Toronto. He lived in Ottawa for 31 years and was Manager of Research and Evaluation at the Carleton Board of Education. He loved playing soccer and was instrumental in starting leagues around Ottawa in the 70's. He continued to play year-round, indoor and outdoor. A connoisseur and maker of wine, he was a member of several local clubs. He was an enthusiast of dixieland jazz, regularly heard serenading fellow Rideau Lake cottagers with his trumpet playing. He was generous, thoughtful, loving and friendly. If he did not already know everyone, he would offer a handshake. He enjoyed life to the fullest. Friends may visit at the Central Chapel of Hulse, Playfair and McGarry, 315 McLeod Street, Ottawa, on Tuesday, September 16, 2003 from 7 to 9 p.m. and Wednesday after 1 p.m. until service time in the chapel at 3 p.m. Donations may be made in his memory to the Ottawa Boys and Girls Club or the Oxford University Development Fund. mcgarryfamily.ca (613) 233-1143.
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IRENE email@example.com_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-04-17 published
Sylvia Mary KISSOCK
By Conrad ALEXANDROWICZ Thursday, April 17, 2003 - Page A22
Mother, friend, meteorologist. Born January 9, 1919, in London, England. Died July 13, 2002, in Victoria, British Columbia, of heart failure, aged 83.
My mother was the first child born to William Henry KISSOCK and Catherine IRENE, née SHARPE. Her father was a wacky Scot, originally named MacKISSOCK, who worked as a marine engineer. Her mother came from a large family whose parents were wealthy brewers. When my mother was 5, the family moved to Australia, near Adelaide. Here she spent some of the happiest years of her life, excelling at dancing and acrobatics, and spending much time on the beach with many Friends.
Then the Depression hit and my grandfather lost his job. They returned to cold, grey, out-of-work England, and the family, like many others, had a very hard go of things. (By this time sister Marian, nine years Sylvia's junior, had joined the family.)
My mother took after her father: she seems to have inherited his irreverent sense of humour, native optimism, great generosity, love of adventure, and talent for dancing. She had always wanted to be a performer, but her mother vetoed that idea, and insisted that Sylvia take secretarial courses at Pitman's College; my mother became a first-rate secretary and administrator.
During the Second World War, Sylvia joined the Women's Auxiliary Air Force and worked as a meteorologist. She met my Polish father, Adam ALEXANDROWICZ, in London after the war. He swept her off her feet with his dashing good looks and continental manners. The couple emigrated to Canada, eventually settling in Ottawa, where he worked for the federal government. Because of her asthma, Ottawa winters were a great trial for her. They had three sons: older brother Stefan, myself, and Adam junior.
Life with my father was mostly very hard; he suffered from bipolar disorder, and he never really recovered from the Second World War. In 1975, she left him, taking most of the furniture with her: she had paid for it out of her meagre salary.
When she retired in 1984, she moved to Victoria, a city where she had only one old friend. But moving there was an adventure that she undertook with anticipation and pleasure.
She enjoyed keenly her retirement there. She loved the swarms of robins in February, the stunning rhododendrons, the cherry blossoms, and the daffodils. But heart disease (she'd had a heart attack back in Ottawa in 1975) was stalking her relentlessly. Despite her devotion to health food, the right fats, a positive attitude, and lots of exercise, the effects of arteriosclerosis continued to accumulate.
My mother suffered much from various ailments of the physical body, but she never let them get her down. She had very few material or financial resources and never met another man after leaving my father, but she never lapsed into bitterness or self-pity. She made the most of life with her energy, enthusiasm, a great sense of humour, and passion for the causes of feminism and environmental activism.
Mum must have had an extra portion of luck from somewhere, since she survived so many health crises. But in the last few months she took what she herself recognized as the last turn with the onset of congestive heart failure. Always independent, she had no wish to languish at home or to be parked in a long-term care facility. So, sometime during her afternoon nap, she just left. She used to say to me, "You know, I always wanted to go out with a massive heart attack, not slowly fall apart." It seems she got what she wanted.
If anything can be said to exemplify my mother's life, it's the concept of triumph over adversity. She had a hard life, but she lived well. Sylvia was a woman of great integrity and principle a dedicated mother and a loyal friend.
Conrad ALEXANDROWICZ is Sylvia's son.
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