In memory of

Gilda Frances Harriet "Nanny" Gunton

August 26, 1933 - June 28, 2016

Gilda Gunton (Walwyn) passed away peacefully at home on June 28th, 2016 in Niagara on the Lake. Born in Toronto in 1933 to J.P. Walwyn and Marjorie Bone. Sister to Louise Goldring, Suzanne Winchell ,John Walwyn and step daughter to Ronnie Walwyn. Spouse of Kenneth Gunton (predeceased). Gil leaves behind her daughters Christy Gunton ( Rob Regan) and Laurie Gunton ( Peter Barry) , and is predeceased by her eldest daughter Shelley Gunton ( Brian Connolly)). She will be greatly missed by her 9 grandchildren, Trevor, Kim, and Patrick, Matthew, Andrew and Nicholas, Ryan, Kyle, and Caitlin. We would like to thank Maude, Pat and Marg for their compassion and caregiving during Gil’s final days. Gil loved her time spent with family in Florida, Muskoka and Niagara. A Celebration of Life will be held at a later date. Gil had a great love for the arts. Donations to The Shaw Festival or to the charity of your choice would be greatly appreciated.

Guestbook

(4 of 4)

Chris and Catherine Winchell (Nephew)

Entered July 27, 2016 from Toronto

To all of the Gunton family,
We are so sorry for your loss. We had many great memories of Aunt Gil. She will be greatly missed. I know you have many happy memories of her as well, and that she was a great Mom and "Nanny." We hope that the happy memories will help you through this time of grief.
You now have a beautiful Guardian Angel looking down on you.
You are in our thoughts,
Chris and Catherine

Graeme Arthur Laing (Nephew)

Entered July 30, 2016 from Toronto

With great memories of putting on plays, vying for the coveted bowling trophy, Christmas caroling, watching thunderstorms from the verandah and butterfly kisses goodnight, we send our heartfelt sorrow and thoughts to all of you.
Graeme and George

Beth Laing (Niece)

Entered August 15, 2016

My children and I are sending our condolences for the passing of Aunt Gil. I have so many memories of a childhood with the Gunton girls at the centre, our best friends. Fleeing my family of boys, I was always thrilled to be invited to St Andrews or Faith, where I could play with all things pink and frilly; giggle and squeal to our hearts content. Aunt Gil would leave treats at the end of the bed for morning time and that was magic. We share in your sorrow. Love, Beth