My mother Mary Milo was Olga's best friend and this extended back in history as my grandmother and Minnie were also best friends.
So my mother took care of Olga when Olga was younger and then Olga took care of me when our families summered together in Midland. We went on frequent hikes coming on deer and bears and luckily didn't experience any ticks.
As adults Olga and I tracked accounts of Serbian history, particularly immigrants as reflected in this eulogy. Olga was very much part of our family and we hers.
I will miss Olga very much
I worked with Olga 37 years ago at Southam and we became fast friends due to our love of reading. I was always impressed by her kindness towards me and my family including my dog. She had a big heart and always a smile on her face. We kept in touch all these years and had phone visits every month discussing books, films and the state of the world. She will be missed by me and all those whose lives she touched.
R.I.P Olga ♥️
Dear Olga, Rest easy in peace and love. Thank you for our brief but lovely friendship.
Thank you for your friendship and kindness, you will aways remain in my heart.
God bless you Olga and may your memory be eternal.
Oh how my heart aches. I just learned of the passing today of Olga B. Markovich.
Olga and I had been friends since childhood. Our fathers fixed us up. I was sick and my dad wrote about it in the SRBOBRAN. Olga’s dad, Božidar Markovich, was very active in the SNF too. One of them suggested we be penpals. She was 13, I was 12, and we began writing back and forth. She suggested we write about proverbs and so it started…. “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink it." Etc.
Olga was so smart, she was a living Serbian encyclopedia. She wrote for the SRBOBRAN, the Serbian Glasnik, Glas Kanadski Srba, the Serb World magazine and was always very thorough in her well researched articles. She gave talks at the Canadian Serb book stores. She was a genius.
I will surely miss her and I know her death is such a great loss not only to me and the Canadian Serbs, but the whole Serbian world. She was a fount of knowledge.
One funny thing she didn’t know was how to help Dr. Natalie Pavlovich and me get back home after visiting her one day. No trouble getting to her house up, but something wasn’t right on the way back down to the USA. Natalie and I were talking so much, we missed our turn and were driving endlessly.
“Natalie, I’m sure we didn’t pass any of these landmarks before like ‘the Underground Railroad,’ etc as I love that subject and surely I would have noticed that before.”
We finally called Olga.
“Olga, get a map out and get us south. We have to go down south.”
“Where are you?” she asked.
We drove until we came to another small town with a welcoming sign. I told her the name while Natalie drove.
“I can’t!” she said.
“Just get us south….”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked perplexed.
“Because if I tell you to go south now, you ‘ll be in the Lake!”
Well, she figured it was shorter for us to go to Windsor instead of backtracking, and it sure was one ride all three of us laughed about for years!
Memory eternal map reader, my always such a brave fighter for Serbian History and Justice. I’m sure you’ll be happy to join your wonderful, loving and caring parents. Thank you, my beautiful servant of God, for the time you spent well here on earth. You sure made a difference. Vjecnaja Pamjat. I’ll truly miss you.