Andre Begivenheder og Egenskaber:

• Beskæftigelse: Housewife
• _UID: 3F98CCF45B8B440988C7C1238889807301AE
• Konfirmation: 6 feb. 1927, St. Alban's Cathedral, Prince Albert, Saskatchewan

Notater:

Memorial Service for Marie Marcelle Stollery was held in Scandia
Lutheran Church, Armena, Alberta, at 2:00 p.m., Monday, January
6, 1997. Officiating: Rev. Gordon Jensen, Organist: Lynn Roper,
Soloist: Connie Stollery, Eulogy: Jean Pedersen, Pallbearers
(Honourary): Andrew Pedersen, Jonathan Stollery, Steven Stollery,
Trevor Stollery, Randy Stollery, Don Marsh, Keith Stollery,
Jeffrey Stollery, Wayne Marsh.


Eulogy for Marcelle Stollery

Faithfully, every week for forty years a letter came in
through the mailbox. It was from our Mom. Never a loner, she
liked having a large family, she enjoyed being with her children,
her brother, her relatives and her friends. When those she loved
were far away, she always kept in touch. Week after week her
round legible script told of her doings day by day. Her letters
were cheerful and upbeat and made the day seem like a bit of
sunshine.

Always having too much to do and too little time when we
were young, she used to say, "I wish I were quints." Doing five
things at once was probably a bit much to ask, but I remember
feeling rather neglected when she was stirring something on the
stove and taking a rare chance to read at the same time. Her
response to my requests at those times was usually an
acknowledgement that she had heard me speak but that she was
engrossed in her book.

At a family gathering in October when Mom was with us in
Toronto I was bathing my little grandson who at 6 jumped out of
the tub. Then it was Mom's turn and she who had once bathed and
carried me had to be helped in and lifted out and I felt the
fragileness of a life that had once been so vigourous, one that
had given such strength to us her children. But we are so happy
for that life. It was a giving life, a cheerful life and
sometimes a stubborn one, but it was well lived.


TO MOM

Your spring was but a puff of gentle air,
a smell of roses just in bloom.
I wasn't there to share in its sweet breath.
Your summer in its fullness moulded me and gave me life,
your sun and wind they carved me, deep inside.
I felt your autumn kindle fire, my mould attuned to yours
and understanding startled me.
Now the winter snows engulf us both,
you are gone and I am left bereft.
The rose is faded, the petals dropped,
but in my thoughts the flower sleeps without her pain.



With love from Jean and 494
January 6th, 1997



In a notebook, Marcelle listed the following Homes of the Blackwall Family in
Wales.
Hendre - The Spiderman
Bryn-Estyn - Mrs. Joans
Bryn-Derwyn
Bryn Dyffryn - Val Moulsdale
Oacklands - John Blackwall, Val's father. Aunt Mary
Dol-Hyfryd, N. Denbigh, North Wales, Mrs. Thora Botters (former home of Elsa
Blackwall.
Note by M.M.M.: My special interests - designing and doing embroidery,
pottery, painting, gardening. Occupation - housewife & mother.
Born at home in a log cabin on a homestead. In 1989 Marcelle published a book
titled "A Backward Look - The Story of My Life".
Marcelle died during the night of December 26-27 while visiting her daughter
Elizabeth in Austin Texas.

Marie blev gift med Albert Stollery den 22 okt. 1932 i Islay (Pleasant Valley Church), Alberta, Canada. Albert blev født den 24 jul. 1908 i Edmonton, Alberta, Canada; blev døbt den 5 dec. 1987 i St. Mary's Hospital, Camrose, Alberta; døde den 23 dec. 1987 i St. Mary's Hospital, Camrose, Alberta; blev begravet den 28 dec. 1987 i Armena (Scandia Lutheran Cemetery), Alberta, Canada. [Gruppeskema] [Familietavle]

Nulevende blev gift med Nulevende [Gruppeskema] [Familietavle]

Andre Begivenheder og Egenskaber:

• Beskæftigelse: Maskinist
• _UID: 3462157003514707A1CADF4313762C2322B8

Notater:

Memorial Service: St. Ansgar Lutheran Church, Toronto, Ontario. July 8, 1991.
Minister: Rev. Glen Nelson. Buried in Sanctuary Park Cemetery, 1570 Royal York Road, Lot 86, Section CC, Range 9.
David was baptized at home, 2433 Finch Avenue West, by Rev. Albin J. Stanfel. David's grandfather, Richard Pedersen was the sponsor.


The following is the Eulogy that his sister Rebecca read at David's funeral.

My brother, David. He's dead. What can I say about him? His life was not an
easy one and he caused our family a lot of worry and grief. He never seemed
to be able to be successful at anything. And yet... he tried. I know he
wanted to turn his life around. He went back to school and we rejoiced at his
good marks in English, commiserated with him over his difficulty with math.
He was happy to finally move into a nice new apartment, the best he ever had.
He wrote to our sister, possibly to make amends for childhood wrongs, possibly
to keep contact with his new nephew. He was always kind to animals, and loved
and cared for Simon, his parrot, for many years. He told me of sharing his
last dollar, or his only food, with people less fortunate than himself. He
was dependent on our parents for money, yet gave to those even poorer, those
with no family. I probably got along with him better than anyone, and I am
very sad. But I also feel guilty. When he asked me for help with a new
scheme, I was too busy. I did not take him seriously. I know David himself
must share the blame for this, but now I wish I had done more. I also wish I
could keep the promise I made to him to care for Simon if something happened
to him. I promised this to make David feel better - I only hope he
understands why I cannot. David, wherever you are, I hope you are at peace at
last, and I kope you know that I loved you. We all loved you, in spite of our
difficulties, as best we could. You will always have a place in our hearts
and in our thoughts.

David blev gift med Nulevende [Gruppeskema] [Familietavle]

Nulevende blev gift med Nulevende [Gruppeskema] [Familietavle]