Daw (Sr.), Marvin

It is with immeasurable sadness that we announce the death of our beloved father and grandfather, Marvin Daw Sr., on Tuesday, April 13, 2021 at the age of 75. Marvin passed away peacefully, in the presence of family, on his own terms. He fought a valiant battle with cancer, and we find peace in knowing that he is now free of pain.

Marvin is survived by his four children- Jacqueline, Brad (Penny), Kim (Vince), and Marvin Jr. He will be lovingly remembered by his nine grandchildren- Courtney (Yashod), Katie (Steve), Talize (Robert), Marcie, Jessica (Brent), Brent (Olivia), Heather (Matthew), Kiara and Liam, as well as his seven great-grandchildren. He is also survived by several siblings- Terry (Chris), Bob (Wendy), Cheryl (Kevin), Rick, Lesa (Ron) and Angie (John), as well as his sister-in-law Mary Ann. Marvin was a much-loved uncle to many nieces and nephews.

Marvin was predeceased by his parents, Margaret and Kitchener Daw, as well as two of his brothers, Doug and Kenny. Margaret was born in Blue Bell, New Brunswick and Kitchener was born in Dundas. Knowing that Marvin is reunited with his parents and brothers helps make the pain of his loss a little more bearable for his family.

Known as Marv to those who knew and loved him, Marvin was a very unique individual. His goofy, mischievous personality will be remembered by all those who knew him. He loved a good party, old school country music and all things sports. Food was a way of life for him. Marvin spent his final night having a pizza party and watching a Leafs game with two of his granddaughters.

Born in London, Ontario, Marvin was a tradesman, with certifications in both crane operating and welding. He spent much of his career working as a crane operator in various scrapyards, as well as at Dofasco. As a welder, Marvin helped construct the Calgary Saddledome. No matter where he worked, he was a beloved member of the staff. He spent several years helping coach hockey and was a devoted Leafs fan.

Visitation will be at Turner Family Funeral Home in Dundas on Sunday, April 18 from 12 until 1 p.m. Funeral will follow immediately after. Due to covid restrictions, funeral will be for immediate family members only. Please register for visitation through the link found on the funeral home website. In lieu of flowers, donations to Canadian Tire JumpStart Foundation would be greatly appreciated.

We cannot put into words how much we will miss our father and grandfather, as there are no words in the English language to describe our loss. We will never forget how lucky we were to have him in our lives.

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Born July 6, 1929 in Dublin, Ireland. Died April 11, 2021, in Dundas, Ontario.

With the end of his life merely days away, and Kidney Failure taking what was left after Alzheimers had robbed him of so much, Paddy McGran was asked a simple question: Do you know what day it is?

His answer? “Today is the happiest day of the year.”

That he offered a cheerful, optimistic, make everyone feel-good answer is no surprise to anyone that knew my father. I can’t remember as much as a frown on his face. He was always cheerful, always optimistic, always happy to help and keen to know what was going on in your life.

He was Paddy to most, Padraig to plenty, Pappy or Nandad to his grandchildren, and of course Dad. He was many things to many people.

Patrick McGran died Sunday at the age of 91, survived by his wife of nearly 70 years, Eveleen, and by his daughter, Audrey, his son-in-law Dave, and his son, Kevin.

He is predeceased by his oldest son, Noel, and first-born daughter, Nuala.

He has six grandchildren (James, Megan, David, Jason, Ellen and Shauna) and seven great-grandchildren (Tyler, Chase, Sapphire, Saya, Mira, Conor and Carson).


Born in Dublin, Ireland, on July 6, 1929, the oldest of nine, his mother died when he was very young and he was raised by his grandparents in the hard-scrabble north side of Dublin. He lived in the Sherriff St.-Newfoundland St. area by the docks, where his namesake grandfather (a.k.a The Grandfather) had moved after departing Belfast. Something about making grenades for the IRA, running for his life, and maybe inventing the last name “McGran” to hide from the Brits.

Despite pleas from his father, John, and the Christian Brothers, who wanted him to carry on to higher education, The Grandfather decided it was time for Paddy to start work when he was 14. A bright kid and a quick learner, Paddy rose in the ranks at the General Post Office where he worked the telegraph and could still tap out Morse Code if ever the occasion called for it.

One of his favourite memories of that job was meeting none other than Walt Disney himself, who while on a visit to Ireland, came to the GPO and needed someone to help him get a message back to America.

He met Eveleen in 1949, at a dance. Smitten, they married on Dec. 26, 1951, honeymooning in England. Noel came along on Dec. 2, 1952 and Nuala in 1955. Nuala, sadly, died in infancy.


The family emigrated to Canada shortly after, with Audrey born in 1958, Kevin in 1963. The house at 3 Oakridge Dr., in Scarborough, became kind of a halfway house for Irish immigrating to Canada, or anybody looking for a good Sunday roast beef. We all loved when brothers Sean, Jim and Tony, as well as the Bergins, the Dowlings, the Slackes, the Hickeys, the Larkins, and all the neighbours, like Ethezes, Da Silvas, Carletons came over.

In no time at all the kettle would be on and maybe the cards would be on the table for a game of Don, or Rummy, or if we could find the pennies, Rummoli.

Paddy built a new life in a new country, working multiple jobs until rising to the senior administrator of Parks and Property for the former Metropolitan Toronto government. If you came to Toronto from Dublin, and you found yourself working for the city, my Dad probably had something to do with it.


He was a hard-working man until he wasn’t, basically the day after he retired – which is how we all want it to be, right? That’s when he really started enjoying the fruits of his labour. He and Eveleen enjoyed the cottage, his dog Topsy, Florida, cruises, trips to Ireland and site-seeing in Europe and of course visiting family, especially his brothers, sister, in-laws, aunts, uncles and cousins spread through Ireland and England.

A teatotaler all his life – teabag in a pre-heated pot, milk in the cup first, by the way — he always saved room for dessert, whether it was Mom’s Favourite Cake or her famous sherry-infused trifle after when he and Uncle Eddie – a fellow teatotaler – would pretend to be tipsy. (Dad jokes, eh?) He enjoyed treats right up to a few days before he died, sneaking one last piece of chocolate before he was taken in the ambulance after the fall that set off the final events of his life.

A life well lived

He was calm, cool and collected, accepting others – no matter how different — a model of inclusivity that resonates today.

He loved to laugh, anything from Laurel and Hardy, Abbot and Costello, Monty Python, Carry On movies or the legendary Peter Sellers. And oh, yes, Benny Hill and Are You Being Served.

He loved puzzles: crosswords, jumbles, word searches. And he had an affinity for the poetry of Robert Service (who was, co-incidentally, a Toronto Star correspondent for a time). Oh, and a good game of Scrabble.

The Irish took to hockey quickly, something about the physicality of the game, I’m sure. And Paddy was no different. The carpet beneath his feet at his favourite chair was worn down with him apparently trying to kick into the net what the likes of Dave Keon, Darryl Sittler and Wendel Clark could not as he watched the Maple Leafs on Hockey Night in Canada.

That love of hockey was passed on to me. He took me to Leafs games, and I got a steady diet of Argonauts games and Blue Jays games. Of note, he got me into the second game the Blue Jays ever played in their expansion season. And their first game at the SkyDome. I was a sportswriter by then, but I preferred to sit with my Dad that game.

Though he couldn’t skate, he was president of the St. Theresa’s Hockey Association. He made sure all the kids had equipment. (We had bags and bags of extra stuff in the basement.)

For a time he was also assistant coach in charge of opening and closing doors on line changes. Hockey strategy was not his thing, though he did tell me I should hit more. On the ice was the only place this gentle soul of a man preached anything close to physical aggression.

No practice was too early in the day, nor too late at night. He always got me there and home, as well as some of my teammates who weren’t as lucky to have a ride at the ready.

There was one night he dropped me off early and picked me up late: Feb. 7, 1976. Darryl Sittler’s 10-point night against the Boston Bruins. He was giggling as I got in the car, telling me what had happened as we listened to the end of the third period. (The Bruins were Uncle Eddie’s team by the way, so there was no shortage of ribbing to follow at any family get-together.)

I never made the NHL, but I do cover the league and the Maple Leafs for the Toronto Star, a job I love. If not for him indulging my passion, I might not have such a dream job.

He never put his hopes and aspirations on his children, preferring to let us find our own way. Perhaps because of his own childhood – when advanced education was not an option, and when kids grew up too young – he was always supportive of the plans we laid out for ourselves.

For Noel, the oldest, that meant being okay with heading straight to the job market after high school. For Audrey, that included investing in horses and nights out at the race track when Audrey and Dave got heavily into the standardbred industry.

Though in one particular moment I’ll never forget, he teared up after I got my undergrad degree, something he’d always wanted to achieve himself but never could. What made it so special was how my name was called to accept my Bachelor of Arts: “Kevin Patrick McGran.”

It meant so much to him to hear his name called at the same time. He would have loved higher education, and indeed pursued a number of degrees/certificates related to work later in life, achievements I’m only discovering in the boxes of photographs and mementos that he’s left behind, physical reminders of a life well lived.

His name has been called in another way now.

We love you, Dad. We’ll miss you. You will live in our hearts, always.

In Memory

For those who are moved to do so, we encourage donations in lieu of flowers.

Please consider

-The Canadian Alzheimers Society.

Or Able Living Binbrook

(That’s a generic link. Please specify the Binbrook site in your donation. That’s where Jason lives. You could say it is in Jason Stewart’s honour).

Go raibh maith agat ó theaghlach McGran


Peffer, Gordon Wolfe

With broken hearts, we announce the death of Gordon Wolfe Peffer (November 16, 1940- March 30, 2021.) Husband to the late Maureen Peffer, much loved father to Justin (Jenny) and Johanna (Joseph), grandfather to Jonah and Felix, brother to Carol Avertick (Calvin) and “cat dad” to Jeoffry. Gordon was a proud Montrealer, and an English teacher at Dawson College for over 30 years. He had a sharp and curious mind, was compassionate and kind, and had the gift of the gab. Gordon and Maureen moved to Hamilton, Ontario in 2006, but Maureen fell ill and was lost to us a year later. Gordon never stopped grieving, but persevered, supported by his passion for books, classical music and opera, his dear cat companion, and in particular, so many friends from Montreal, Hamilton and elsewhere. We are indebted to you all. Shortly after Maureen’s death, Gordon dreamed he was walking in the woods with her. She walked ahead. When he called out to her, she only turned and said “See you soon.” Gordon was not a believer in the afterlife, but we hope he has been granted his most profound wish: to be with his beloved Maureen again. Donations in their names to the Canadian Red Cross, Yemen Appeal, would be appreciated.

Goulet, Charles

It is with great sadness that we announce the sudden and unexpected passing of Charles (Charlie) Goulet, from injuries sustained in a vehicle accident on March 26th, 2021, at the age of 56.  Charles leaves behind his wife of 27 years Heather Coe Goulet and their children Holly (Ryan) and Gregory.  He was the son of Cécile (Miron) Goulet and the late Claude Goulet of Verner, Ontario.  He is survived by his mother-in-law Sheila and brother-in-law James (Sandra). Charles also leaves behind grandchildren Kayla, Douglas Jr and Michael, great grandchildren Dawson and Eleighna, nephews Russ (Tanya), Rob (Nadia) and 2 great nephews Lane and Dalton. He is also survived by his brothers, Yves (Carole), Daniel (Jeanne), André (Sylvie) and sister Marie-Paule (Craig).  Charles is also survived by 5 nephews,  André-Michel (Tish), Steven (Alyssa), Philippe (Valérie), Daniel (Meagan),  Stéphane (Alanna) and one niece, Renée-Claude (Scott).  He leaves behind great nephews and great nieces, Amélie, Danik, Caiden, Maëlle and Zackaël and many cousins, aunts, uncles and many close friends from Verner and Brantford. A Celebration of Life will take place in Verner, at a later date.  In lieu of flowers, donations to Alzheimer Society and Canadian Cancer Society, Brantford S.P.C.A. and Simcoe District Humane Society are appreciated. 

 C’ est avec grande tristesse que nous annonçons le décès accidentel de Charles (Charlie) Goulet, survenu le 26 mars 2021, à  l’ âge de 56 ans.  Il laisse dans le deuil son épouse Heather Coe Goulet  et leurs enfants Holly (Ryan) et Gregory après 27 ans. Il était le fils de Cécile (Miron) Goulet et de Claude Goulet, décédé en 2008. Outre sa conjointe, il laisse dans le deuil sa belle-mère Sheila et son beau-frère James (Sandra).   Il laisse aussi des petits-enfants: Kayla, Douglas Jr, Michael, ainsi que des arrières- petits-enfants , Dawson et  Eleighna, deux neveux: Russ (Tanya) et Rob (Nadia) et deux petits-neveux: Lane  et Dalton.  Il laisse également dans le deuil, ses frères : Yves (Carole), Daniel (Jeanne), André (Sylvie) et sa soeur Marie-Paule (Craig).  Charles laisse dans le deuil 5 neveux: André-Michel (Tish), Steven (Alyssa), Philippe (Valérie), Daniel (Meagan), Stéphane (Alanna) et une nièce, Renée-Claude (Scott).  Il laisse également dans le deuil  4 petits-neveux et 2 petites-nièces (Amélie, Danik, Caiden, Maëlle et Zackaël) ainsi que plusieurs cousins, cousines, oncles, tantes et de nombreux précieux amis de Verner et de Brantford. 

 Une cérémonie de vie sera célébrée à Verner à une date ultérieure.  Au lieu des fleurs, des dons à la Société du cancer ainsi que la Société Alzheimers, Brantford S.P.C.A et la Simcoe District Humane Society seront appréciés.

   Charles Goulet

   There are many things that will be remembered about Charles, but what we will never forget is his unifying personality, his sense of humor, his zest for life and his willingness to help anyone in need. Charles was an exceptionally dedicated, loved-all family man who touched so many hearts with his kindness and sense of humor. It was impossible not to love Charles, Charlie by his nickname.

    Raised in Verner, Ontario, Charles was passionate about motorcycles. From an early age he already had a reputation for being ingenious and skilled in mechanics. He spent countless hours in the shed at the family home with many friends living out his passion for mechanics. He must be responsible for inventing the term “shedding”. One day, he had the brilliant idea of ​​transforming the Ski-doo Élan family snowmobile, making a prototype, by installing an engine from one of his motorcycles, a Kawasaki 400cc. Needless to say, he was alone in his class in the snowmobile race at the Verner Winter Carnival. His love for nature was surely inspired by his summers spent at the chalet with the Goulet family at Lac Caché in Verner. Despite the fact that he spent the majority of his adult life in an English-speaking environment near Brantford, he always retained pride in his culture, his language and his French-speaking traditions.

   The youngest of a family of five, Charles had many talents and qualities, and he was a source of inspiration to everyone. He was a man who valued nature, the arts, the motorcycle life, friends, family and traditions and he was always fascinated by the things around him. He was also a BBQ lover (with a cast iron pan of course) and loved to cook. He had the gift of making a work of art with an object that would seem trivial and insignificant to us. He had a large collection of bombards and could strum the guitar as well. Charles could recognize the value in antiques and give them new life.

Being an amazing handyman, he could repair or maintain almost anything within his reach. His 1978 Harley-Davidson, his BMW motorcycle, his old Triumphs, are just a few of the motorcycles that have occupied his favorite pastime. His garage is almost a museum crowded with motorcycle parts and various pieces of machinery. Very young, he had decided to go on an excursion to Sturgis in South Dakota alone (and without cell phone of course) with his 1966 Triumph customized, with long forks and without rear suspension, and a rigid frame for the annual motorcycle rally. Distance got the better of his bike and he had to rebuild the engine himself, borrowing the tools and even the hospitality of a Harley-Davidson garage en route. We remember his visit to Mount Rushmore in South Dakota through his photos.

True to his job, Charles was much more than a machinist as an employee. He was a leader, and responsible and skillful man.

Heaven really got lucky.  It now has your presence.

Charles, you leave an immense void in our lives but what beautiful memories we keep!                                                                                         

   Il y a beaucoup de choses dont on se souviendra de Charles mais ce que nous n’oublierons jamais c’ est sa personnalité rassembleur, son sens de l’humour, sa joie de vivre  et sa disponibilité à aider quiconque dans le besoin. Charles était un homme de famille exceptionnellement dévoué, aimé de tous, qui a touché tellement de coeurs par sa bonté et son attitude joviale. C’ était impossible de ne pas aimer Charles; Charlie  de son surnom.

  Élevé à Verner en Ontario,  Charles avait la passion des motos. Dès son jeune âge,  il avait déjà la réputation d’être ingénieux et doué pour la mécanique. Il a passé d’innombrables heures dans la «shed » à la maison familiale avec de nombreux amis à vivre sa passion pour la mécanique. Il doit être responsable de l’invention du terme «shedder ».   Il a eu la brillante idée de transformer la motoneige familiale Ski-doo Élan, en façonnant un prototype en y installant un moteur d’une de ses motos, soit une Kawasaki 400cc. Inutile de dire qu’il était seul dans sa catégorie dans la course de motoneige au carnaval d’hiver de Verner. Son amour pour la nature a sûrement été inspiré par ses étés passées au chalet  familial au Lac Caché à Verner.  Malgré le fait qu’il aie passé la majorité de sa vie adulte dans un milieu anglophone près de Brantford, il a toujours gardé fidèlement sa culture, sa langue et ses traditions francophones. Cadet d’une famille de cinq enfants, Charles avait beaucoup de talents, de qualités, et il était une source d’inspiration pour tous. Il était un homme qui appréciait la nature, les arts, la vie de moto, les amis, la famille  et les traditions, il était toujours fasciné par les choses qui l’entouraient. C’était un fervent du BBQ( mais  son steak et hamburger dans une marmite en fonte bien entendu)   et il adorait également cuisiner. Il avait le don de faire une oeuvre d’art avec un objet qui nous  semblerait anodin et insignifiant.  Il possédait une collection imposante de bombardes et pouvait aussi gratter la guitare. Charles pouvait reconnaître la valeur dans les antiquités et leur donnait une nouvelle vie.

Très habile,  il pouvait réparer ou entretenir presque tout à sa portée avec beaucoup de patience. Sa Harley Davidson  1978, sa moto BMW, sa vieille  Triumph , ne sont que quelques-unes des motos qui ont occupées son passe-temps préféré. Son  garage est presque un musée bondé de pièces de motos  et de pièces variées  de machinerie diverses.  Très jeune, il avait décidé de partir pour une excursion à Sturgis en Dakota du Sud seul ( et sans cellulaire évidemment) avec sa Triumph 1966  personnalisée, à grande fourche et  sans suspension arrière,  pour le  ralliement annuel de moto. La distance a pris le dessus avec sa moto et il a dû lui-même rebâtir le moteur en empruntant les outils et même  l’hospitalité   d’un garage Harley-Davidson en route. On se souvient de ses photos en visite au Mont Rushmore en Dakota du Sud. 

Fidèle à son travail, Charles était beaucoup plus qu’un machiniste comme employé. Il était un leader, un homme responsable et habile.

Le paradis a eu un coup de chance, il vient d’hériter de toi.

Tu laisses un vide immense dans nos vies mais que de beaux souvenirs nous gardons!

West, Florence Lillian (nee Sendall)

Passed away peacefully at Joseph Brant Hospital in Burlington on Tuesday, March 30, 2021 in her 93rd year. Predeceased by her husband John (1996). Loved and missed by her sons John (Joanne) of Port Colborne and Tom (Paule Desjardins) of Burlington; grandchildren Trevor, Justin, Spencer, Nicolas, Elizabeth, Andrew and Emma; sister Marjorie Thomas (Late Donald) and brother William Sendall (Late Bernice). Predeceased by her daughters Mary and Julie; sister Myrtle Reinhart (2011) and her husband Maurice. Florence was born in Stratford, Ontario the youngest child of Albert Sendall and Louisa Harris. She was a long-time member of St. James Anglican Church (Dundas) and enjoyed being part of the Dundas Kinettes. In more recent years, Florence spent time playing bridge at the Dundas Senior Centre and later as a resident of Appleby Place Retirement Home (Burlington). Florence most recently resided at CAMA Woodlands Long Term Care (Burlington). Due to COVID-19 restrictions, the family at this time will have a private visitation and service for Florence. Interment at Grove Cemetery in Dundas on April 6, 2021. The family wishes to thank the staff at Appleby Retirement Home, CAMA Woodlands and Joseph Brant Hospital for their care and support. If you so wish, a donation to the Heart & Stroke Foundation, the MS Society of Canada or CAMA Woodlands would be greatly appreciated.

Cooper, Lowell James

July 15, 1937 – March 27, 2021. With family by his side, Lowell left this world to go hang out with “the kids”, his brother, Lanny, and sisters, Sandy and Cathie, all who had also been stolen by Alzheimer’s. Their loving sister, Gail, misses them very much. Lowell also leaves behind his adored and adoring wife, Sharon, married for almost 59 years and left wanting more, and his loving and much-loved children, Heather (and Andy), Scot (and Monica), along with the true melters of his heart, his grandchildren, Grace and Benjamin, and so many wonderful nieces and nephews. Lowell grew up in Dundas, travelled Northern Ontario while working as a lineman for CN Railway, which was the thrill of his early life and he loved reminiscing about his adventures. He then spent most of his years living in Lynden and working at Hamilton Video and Sound. In retirement, he enjoyed being home with Sharon and their animals, Patches the dog, and many cats, his biggest buddy being Thomas. Lowell had been a proud member of the Lynden Legion Executive many years back. He had been a T-ball coach for Scot, then spent many years umpiring and played some Old Timers ball. He was the keeper of our very large vegetable garden and the mechanic to make sure our family had a pool in the summer. He loved staying home and his favourite spot was sitting up on top of the picnic table in the back yard, with a “50” in his hand earlier in life and later a “Canadian” – but he was happy for anyone to come visit. He spent many a Saturday night at Flamboro Speedway, usually with Heather and Scot in tow. Lowell and Sharon loved the Canada Day parade coming by their house every year and would put out extra chairs for passersby. They also treasured yearly trips to the Bala cottage with the whole family together for lots of fishing, games, and watching the grandkids jump off the rock or raft. More recently, Lowell had been part of the Maple Lane family at Wentworth Lodge. He was better known there as Skipper, a loving nickname given to him. Words like amazing don’t cover how truly great the Maple Lane caregivers are. You need to see it to get it and we thank all of them most humbly and with full hearts. Thank you for making our dear husband/Papa-Bear/Grampy part of your family and giving him the finest care. Thank you also to the Alzheimer Society of Canada for your excellent classes and counselling. In lieu of flowers, if you are able, please support the Alzheimer Society. A Celebration of Life will be held on Zoom on Saturday, April 3rd at 1:30 pm. Meeting ID: 897 0266 0270 Passcode: 426108 or contact Heather to be sent a link.

Ambrose, Catharine Ann Winifred

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(October 8, 1957 – November 14, 2020) It is with profound sadness and heavy hearts that we announce the sudden passing of Catharine Ambrose (nee Neale) on November 14th, 2020 at the age of 63. Catharine was many things to many people. Above all, she will be fondly remembered as a kindhearted friend and doting mother who loved her children unconditionally. She was an adoring mother to Ashton (Joanna), Chelsea (Joel), Devon, and her youngest, Julian, who predeceased her. A devoted wife to Peter, with whom she shared 40 years of treasured memories. She was also a cherished grandmother to Carter and Zoe; and a proud aunt to Geoff, Violet, and Aaron. Born to the late Helen (nee Castle) and George Neale, she was the youngest of three siblings; a caring and wise little sister to David and Stephan (Jane). Catharine dedicated her life to helping others as shown by her career as a registered nurse. She was known for her generosity and kindness; was always able to put a smile on your face, and will forever be remembered as the kindhearted, incredible woman she truly was. We are hoping to organize a celebration of Catharine’s life on October 8, 2021 – what would have been her 64th birthday. We will share more details as soon as possible.

Hils, Judith Pauline

Passed away peacefully on March 25, 2021 at Emmanuel House in her 78th year. Beloved wife of the late Thomas (1999). Loving mother to Paul (Brenda) and Suzanne (Jamie). Caring grandmother to Brad, Kevin, Zachary and Benjamin. Cremation has taken place. A Celebration of Life will take place at a later date. Donations in memory can be made to Emmanuel House.

Berényi, Géza

1940 – 2021

It is with heaviness of the heart that we announce the passing of Géza Berényi, who died peacefully in Hamilton, ON, on March 22nd, 2021. Géza was born on August 3rd, 1940, in Pestszentimre, Hungary to Géza and Etelka Berényi. Throughout his youth Géza pursued his love for knowledge, especially philosophy, history and the arts. He was a valiant Freedom Fighter during the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, and resisted Soviet Communist oppression until the very end. He escaped from the Iron Curtain on foot, and emigrated to Canada in 1957, where he met his beloved wife Janina of 53 years, and learned engineering technology as his trade. Géza was an old-fashioned bon vivant who celebrated life in the present, poured an exuberant spirit into all that he did, and loved to dance the csárdás and waltz. He is forever remembered and cherished by his wife Janina, daughters Monika and Nicolette Cross (James), and many grandchildren (Taylor, Brendan, Aaron), cousins (Andrea, Zsuzsanna, Dénes), nieces (Eszter, Alexandra), and nephews, in Canada, Hungary and Germany. He is predeceased by his dear parents and elder sister, Sarolta, and favourite cousins Ottó and Ilona. “Géza, in eternal peace may you rest with the angels always by your side”. We express our sincere gratitude to Dr. J. Williams, and the staff at St. Joseph’s Healthcare and the Juravinski Hospital for their tireless compassionate care, and to Father Andrew Lopatniuk for his pastoral care.

A funeral mass will be held at St. Augustine’s Roman Catholic Church (Dundas, ON), on Tuesday, March 30th, at 10:00 a.m. Due to the pandemic, if you wish to attend the funeral in person or by livestream, and to share condolences, please contact Turner Family Funeral Home at: 905-628-6412, or online at www.turnerfamilyfuneralhome.ca. Catholic interment to be held in Pestszentlőrinc, Hungary.

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WILSON, Jean Sutherland

1921 – 2021

Jean passed away peacefully on March 18, 2021 at the age of 99. Born in New Liskeard, Ontario, Jean was the second daughter of Scottish immigrants William and Clara Joss. She was predeceased by her sisters Clara and Doris.

Jean spent her formative years in Hamilton and Colborne. Focused and determined, Jean excelled in school, becoming a teacher by age seventeen. For a number of years she taught six grades in a one room country school while continuing her studies at night to graduate with a BA from McMaster University.

Jean married Mel Wilson in 1951 and settled in Dundas to start a family and build a home. John arrived as the first child and Jim a few years later. As a mother she was cheery, kind and charitable with high standards and expectations of success for her sons.

An annual summer family vacation was always important to Jean, and she would arrange a trip to a new place each summer. Jean enjoyed golfing, first with her university friends and then with Mel. In later years, watching the spring Masters Tournament was an annual highlight for her. At home she loved her garden, especially her many roses and peonies. She also loved to walk, and well into her eighties she would walk several kilometres on most days.

In 1987 Jean lost her husband and best friend and placed her focus on family and volunteering with Knox Presbyterian Church (Dundas), the Cancer Society, and Meals-on-Wheels. She warmly welcomed her daughters-in-law, Anne-Marie (John) and Vicki (Jim), and delighted in the arrivals of her grandchildren: Colleen, Jennifer, Carolyn and Mark. Grandma’s house was always a special place where they learned, played games, discovered baking, and made lifelong memories.

Jean was fortunate to see her one-hundredth Christmas, and maintained her sense of dignity, humanity and good humour until her last days. We will miss her so much.

Our family would like to thank the tremendous caregivers at Wentworth Lodge who, over eight years, wove Jean into the fabric of the residence and the hearts of those who live and work there. We are truly grateful.

A private family gathering and interment will be planned for a later date.