We have memories of the Regina years when Ralph and his refrigeration team froze the Blairmore sand in new potash mines, sinking shafts a mile below ground in Saskatchewan during the Sixties. When Ralph visited here years later, Murray arranged with one of the mine managers for a private, personal tour of an operating mine. We enjoyed our visits with Louise and Ralph in Florida, sharing concern for his health. Today we live near the Goldring home on Bell Street in Hillsdale. Cheers to Cathie and Stephen!
We are with you !
Dear Cathie and family,
What a beautiful tribute to a lovely lady. I shall miss my many chats over the years with Louise. She was a devoted 1948 class rep who went the extra mile to make sure everyone kept in touch. Her classmates will remember her fondly as they gather for reunion in June. My thoughts are with you.
To Stephen and Cathy and all the Walwyn Family, my thoughts are with you all; So may memories. A lovely tribute to your Mum. G.
Dear Cathie and Stephen
So sorry to hear that your Mom has died, although I realise it will have come as a blessing that she no longer has to struggle with the pains and indignities of age and infirmity. And it must too have been very hard on both of you and your own families to witness and cope with the deterioration in her health over the years.
You hardly need reminding that she was a big personality! For me she was the principal link between my life in these little islands off the NW coast of mainland Europe and my paternal heritage in that great landmass you inhabit 3,000 miles away. I adored her mother (your grandmother), who died much too young. When David and I were small, Louise was the first of the three sisters to stay with our family in England (on their way to rather more interesting destinations on the Continent, I suspect!). When I visited Canada for several weeks in 1973, largely to stay with the Weirs in Muskoka, it was she who organised my time in Toronto - almost down to the hour! And I know I let her down by refusing to dress up as an Egyptian slave for some Aida-themed function: but I have to admit I'm still completely unrepentant.
She and your father stayed with me in London some time in the 1980s. They arrived on the red-eye flight one Sunday morning and, after little more than a quick wash-up and a coffee, she had dragged us both out to visit Kensington Palace. I don't know which of the two of us men was more shocked.
She represented the Canadian side of the family at Sarann's and my wedding in Ireland in 1992, which I regarded as quite an honour. And she looked, as ever, very glamorous. I think she then covered half the sights to be seen in the south of the country in short order, followed breathlessly and at a respectful distance by my sister Buffy.
You (Cathie) and Carolyn accompanied her on her last visit here, when I think her ambition finally exceeded her capability for coping with extensive touring (not to mention lack of lifts, escalators and the like).
But what a terrific advertisement for keeping up family ties. And exemplified by her book, which will last for generations as a source of reference and reminder. (I actually used it a few weeks ago to track down the position in the family of a long dead and pretty remote relation. There he was, and there was even a photo of him.)
I hope you will be able to look back with pleasure and pride on the better times when she was in her health and strength. Do let me know in due course what the funeral arrangements are, and whether flowers or a charitable donation would be appropriate.
Sarann joins me in sending sympathy and love,
John