Anne Bawden
Entered
September 8, 2022
from Toronto
When a friend dies, I’m always sorry…. No matter what the circumstances.
I’ve known Jane for about sixty years…. Firstly, because we were Pi Phi’s, and then, we had friends in common. Eventually, we played golf and bridge together.
I remember that shortly after Bill had died, Beth Lennard dropped in, said that she had just come from a luncheon at Jane’s. Everyone there had said, “You shouldn’t be doing this. We should be doing it for you.”
Jane’s reply? “No, it’s time for me to think of other people for a change.” Wow!
I remember once Jane and I were playing bridge with Helen Chisholm (Labine) and her partner. Jane and Helen reminisced about playing together when they were “little girls”.
Jane; “Well, I’m not allowed to play with Roman Catholics.”
Helen; “Well, I’m a Catholic.”
Both were so happy that Helen wasn’t a Roman Catholic, so they played happily ever after!
Barb Sievwright was such a close friend of Jane’s. When Barb could no longer play bridge, I told Jane that I would play with her at all the Rosedale bridge parties. We played Tuesday nights quite often, as well. I’d pick her up, almost kicking and screaming about how awful her bridge was, we’d get there, she’d play well, and we’d have a good time.
I remember that her mushroom crepes….were the best! So many memories….
I didn’t know Jane really well, I knew her a long time. I know that to know Jane, was to like her, - and I really liked her!
Sincerely,
Anne Bawden.
