This Page is dedicated to those that will always hold a very special place in our hearts.
Eva Rose Miller of Puyallup, WA passed away peacefully on September 8th, 2009 surrounded by loving family, just a week after a sudden illness. Eva was born on October 28, 1929 in Tacoma, WA.
She was the youngest of 6 children of John and Silvia Kittelman and grew up in McKenna, WA. Eva is survived by Ted, her devoted husband of 61 years; daughters, Bobbi Miller (John Chapman) of Renton, WA and Sylvia Crawford (Gary) of Puyallup, WA; son Victor Miller (Nicole) of Bremerton, WA; brother, Glen Kittelman (Lorena) of Olympia, WA; sister, Mary Miller of Yelm, WA. Eva adored her 11 grandchildren: Kami Hettwer (Mike) of Salem, OR, Tony Pistilli (Annie Neumiller) of London, UK, Carlia Miller of Lynnwood, WA, and Devlan Miller, Alena Miller, Brent Miller, Jullianna Miller of Port Orchard, WA; great grandchildren Dehron Pistilli of Tacoma, WA, and Matthew Hettwer, Joshua Hettwer, Jenessa Hettwer of Salem, OR.
Eva was active in life, caring and loving, a tireless community volunteer, touching the hearts of many. She was 50 years a hairdresser in the Puget Sound area; six years Tournament Chairperson of the TWGA (Tacoma Women’s Golf Association); and two years President of Puyallup American Legion Unit 67.
Eva also was the spectacular host for the June 25 and 26, 2005 Hartt family "Left Coast Reunion" in Puyallup, Washington. Click here for all the details and fun had at the reunion that Eva made happen.
In Memory of my dear grandmother, Caroline (Hartt) Syson; submitted by Carol Clark Dick.
Caroline Hartt Syson was born on July 24, 1873, in the Hartt farm house at Jacksontown, New Brunswick, and died on June 4, 1945, in Stettler, Alberta. She died from cancer.
Though she is no longer with us and has gone to her eternal home with the Saviour whom she loved and served, her wish would be to encourage all her descendants to ask the Lord to be their Saviour from sin so they can be assured of spending eternity in heaven with her and the many Hartt ancestors. She had a firm faith throughout her life.
Caroline worked hard as a schoolteacher and a pioneer wife helping on the farm while her husband had to go away and work in a coalmine, in order to make ends meet. Her daughter, Florence, at 88 years of age, still talks about her with great fondness and misses her dearly.
I was just 5 months old at the time of her death. Though I never had the opportunity to get to know my dear grandmother, I feel that I have grown to know her in a very special way from the precious words that she carefully recorded in her journal. What a priceless gift she left for me.
Something very special began to happen as I read the words that my grandmother had so carefully hidden away in her journal. I began to realize just how much I was like my grandmother, this dear woman whose namesake I now own.
discovered that Grandmother Caroline had a very special desire.
She desired that a book be written that would share the history
of the Hartt family. Caroline’s
wish helped to create the spark in my heart that has driven me to dig
deeply back into the Hartt history.
I have journeyed back in time, I have gotten to know my family in a very
intimate way. I have read about their many joys, and I have cried as I have
discovered their sorrows. Through
the many experiences of the Hartt family, I have learned much about
Now, many years later, my Grandmother’s dream is becoming a reality. The countless hours of research have finally come together to produce a book entitled “From Hart to Hartt, A Family History.”
I dedicate my research and my many hours of work on this project to Caroline Hartt Syson, who will always hold a very special place in my Heart.
I am thankful to the Lord for the Godly heritage that I have.
“FAITH OF OUR FATHERS &( MOTHERS) HOLY FAITH WE WILL BE TRUE TO GOD TILL DEATH” ( From the Hymn)
Carole J. Dick, Lousana, Alberta, Canada
Fondly remembering my father,
Johnson Berton Clark, husband, father and grandfather, who
passed away three years ago, April 16, 1999, after many years of heart
trouble. He was only
79 years old.
father, Berton was the son of Helen Alberta Lockhart Clark and Johnson
Wilmot Clark, and grandson of Charles Berton Lockhart and Theodosia
A. Hartt. He was born
in Vancouver, B.C., but traveled to his mother’s birth home in Saint
John, New Brunswick many times during his life.
father attended the University of British Columbia, with the intention
of studying medicine (his mother’s desire). But quickly found out
that this field was not for him, when he passed out at the sight of
blood, trying to assist with a medical emergency in his neighborhood.
He eventually studied aeronautical engineering in California in his
early twenties and joined Trans Canada Airlines (presently Air Canada)
as an aircraft mechanic after the Second World War ended. During the
war he served one year in the Navy aboard a minesweeper out of Halifax,
Nova Scotia, on convoys.
In 1947, my father met my mother Rosalind Mary Thompson of Vancouver
and they were married the following year at the home of his maternal
grandparents, Charles Berton Lockhart and Theodosia Adriana Hartt,
in St. John, New Brunswick. He was now planning on attending
Dalhousie University for a career in Pharmacy (at his Aunt Alice Lockhart’s
persuasion), and decided to do his practicum in a drug store, prior
to entering University. He found that he preferred working mechanically
with airplanes and at the first opening at Trans Canada Airlines,
couldn’t get back to Vancouver fast enough to take up the position.
There he worked at Air Canada, until his retirement in 1985.
I remember my father as Mr. FixIt. He could always repair anything; needless to say he never hired any one. He owned every tool and piece of equipment imaginable, industrial strength (as he always professed – you get what you pay for). We are just now finally cleaning out the basement and garage at my parent’s home, and now I really know the extent of his collection! We kids used to refer to all his tools as his toys.
My father worked for Air Canada all those years, with numerous travel passes available to him, yet never traveled much. I once asked him why? All he replied was that he had everything here at home, why travel.
I remember him as enjoying all the family gatherings that we would
have, especially the grandchildren in later years. When my father
was departing from my home or I was leaving his, he always had to
give us extra hugs – something which I now miss.
We never did meet many of his workplace friends, but upon celebrating my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary, a few of his friends attended. It was then that I realized the respect and admiration he had attained at Air Canada. At his funeral, I remember all these men showing up, about 20 or more, whom we didn’t recognize. It wasn’t until the reception following the service that we realized they were all from Air Canada.
My father was different, lived in his own world sometimes. But I
admire him for all his accomplishments. I am writing this on April
15 th, and tomorrow, April 16th will be the
third anniversary of his death. I think about him often, miss him,
and am looking forward to meeting him again, somewhere up in the heavens.
Ray received a Bachelor of Science Degree from Texas A & M. then spent thirty-three years as an air conditioning engineer for West Texas Utilities.
Betty and Geraldine
MEMORIES OF BETTY LOUISE (HARTT) HOWELL
by Tamara Seaman - granddaughter
(Oldest daughter of Harry D. Hartt, sister to Betty L. Hartt)
Memories of Aunt Jerri
I remember my Aunt Jerri, I remember a loving person that was a lot of fun
to be with. My memories of
her are sweet and the times that I spent with her will never be forgotten.
Jennie Lind (Roach) Hartt 1898-1990
To see a page dedicated to Jennie's husband, David Roy Hartt, and their families click here.
Charlotte Griffiths Comments...
It was early Wednesday Morning that my husband and my son’s came into my bedroom to awaken me. They stood quiet. Knowing that this was not their usual behavior, I sensed something was very wrong. My husband came over and sat down beside me on the bed and gently whispered, “Honey, Jack didn’t make it”. A flood of emotion instantly engulfed me as I heard the reality that we had lost our dear uncle Jack. Grief hit me like a sledge hammer.
It was not suppose to turn out like this. He was only 57 years of age. When he had gone into the hospital on Monday, he assured us that he had a slight touch of pneumonia and that he would soon be home. Keith went that evening and talked to him. Obviously he was a bit weak from the medication and treatment, but he was in good spirits and told us again not to worry because he would be home in about two days and to take good care of the cats.
Less than 36 hours later, his condition had deteriorated drastically to the point that he was being taken to ICU. On the way, he suffered a massive heart attack and at approx. midnight, regardless of every attempt that the medical attendants had made to revive his life, he died.
I was totally unprepared for such shocking news. As I laid back in bed trying to grasp the reality of what I had just heard, my mind started to take me back in time.
The place was Huntington, Indiana. The time was the mid 1970’s. Looking out the window of the old family home on Tipton Street, I watched the snow gracefully floating through the sky and falling upon the ground to form layer after layer of fluffy white snow. My grandmother had just bundled me up in warm clothes and securely wrapped a knit scarf around my head and neck to keep me warm. “Uncle Jack! Hurry up! I am getting hot in all these clothes!” Jack had promised to take me sledding and I was anxious to go. This was just one of the many wonderful memories that I have of my early childhood with Uncle Jack.
Uncle Jack had always been like my big brother. After coming back home after serving in Viet Nam, he stayed with my grandparents. Since I was very close to my grandparents, I spent a lot of time at their home as well. I practically grew up with Jack.
It was Jack that taught me how to roller skate when I was only about 5 or 6. He would patiently hold me up to keep me from falling as I gained my balance and self-confidence.
Whenever he would go out to look for a new car, he would be sure to take me with him to help choose. I remember that one of our favorite little cars was a sporty TR6 that we had found at a dealership in Marion, Indiana in the mid-70’s. I remember riding with him with the convertible top down that same evening that he bought the car as he took me to the VFW Street Fair for a night of carnival rides and games.
In the Spring- time at Aunt Jerrie and Charles lake home on Tippecanoe Lake, the family would meet to “put out the pier”. It was a big family event and Aunt Jerrie and mommom (my grandmother) would prepare a big turkey dinner to all celebrate being together. Many times Jack would get out a big tractor tire tube and several of us would go out floating out on the lake.
Jack loved the water and several years ago he finally had been able to buy a boat. He had the boat for several years before selling it. It was a ski boat. When my family lived in Indiana on Lake Webster in North Webster, Indiana, Jack and my then two small children, Nathan and Shauna would go out for the day with him for a time of swimming and boating. We always had so much fun.
As my uncle loved and spent so much time with my little brother Troy and I, he continued to extend his love to my children as they came along through the years.
Shauna and Nathan were very close to uncle Jack as they were growing up. He taught them things that he had taught me when I was just a child. As our family grew, each of the children found a special love in their hearts for Jack that will never be replaced. I remember Jack telling me not too long ago that he thought it was so special that he could do things with my children that he did with my brother and I when we were growing up. It seemed to give him purpose and a reason to go on. He lived for his family.
During Florida’s infamous 2004 Hurricane season, Jack and his two cats weathered three storms with us. We were together for several-days for each one of them. During these times, we talked of past family times and the fun that we always seemed to have together. We also shared sorrowful times and gave each other hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Uncle Jack had recently gone through a situation with us that had caused our entire family so much pain. He was always willing to do what he could to help us to feel better and to offer words of encouragement that someday things would be better. He never could understand how this situation could have happened to such a close and loving family. I hope that his words will come true and reconciliation will occur someday even though he is not here to see this happen.
Jack never had many material things. He never married and as he got older and was in more pain from headaches and other complications from years of suffering various ailments, he told me that he never wanted to have to have someone “take care of him, so it was best that he remained alone”. He was always very sensitive of being a burden on anyone. He never wanted to put anyone out.
His family was very important to him. He would do anything that he could to bring a smile to someone’s face. I had seen him pay his last dollar out just so my children could have something that would make them happy. He was just that type of guy.
Nathan, our oldest son, had been very close to Jack in the past few months. Jack was helping Nathan to prepare for his enlistment into the Navy or Coast Guard. Each day they would work out exercising and lifting weights. He would also help Nathan on working on his studies for his ASVAB exam. In their free time, they would go to the library and get movies to watch together, go to the beach and other things. They so enjoyed spending time together. Nathan was probably one of the closest people to him in Jack’s last days with us.
Joshua (10), also misses Uncle Jack very much. He use to go spend the night with him and watch movies and run errands with him.
My girls, Hannah (7) and Jessica (8) had such a good time with him during our “Hurricane Parties”. They would spend hours talking and playing with him. The last time that he was here, just several weeks ago, they had built a big fort around him out of pillows and blankets. He had such a good time with him and they miss him so very much.
Ari, our baby just three years old, also loved his uncle Jack. He would watch out the window for him to come over in his little red VW car. It is sad that he will not get to know him as our other children did, but we will make a special effort to teach him about Jack and so he will know that he knew his uncle and that he loved Ari very much.
My husband, Keith, had also grown very attached to Jack. Jack would give him haircuts and help Keith out with little things around the house as we prepared for the storms. Keith was the last one in the family to see Jack before his passing. Jack will always hold a very special place in Keith’s heart as well as a good friend.
I could go on and on with wonderful memory after wonderful memory of the times that we spent with Uncle Jack. It would take many pages and much time to compile.
After all, how could one ever express to others in just a few short
words how much this very special relative meant to all his family?
He was a devoted and respectful son to his parents, a loving and faithful
brother to his sister and a committed and loyal uncle to his many
nieces and nephews who will miss him all so very much.
Your kids called today to tell me that your train had left the station and that you were on it. We can't help wishing that your health had been more robust for the last few years, and that you and my friend Erma had a more enjoyable and rewarding period during what the poets call Twilight Time.
Dave graduated before I did, and went to work for
Sears, right away, as I recall. Then, when I graduated from High School,
our Dad persuaded Sears Management, against their better judgement,
to hire me as well.
The following letter arrived from Nicole (Nikki) Nutting, Natane's daughter, living in Bonita, California.
July 29, 2005
Dear Friends and Relations:
Hopefully all of you, friends and family, will remember the good times. I know she loved you all.
Memories by Glenna Bell
Her address book went missing when she went into the nursing home in Chula Vista several months ago and Nikki asked me to pass along the word. I also know she was an avid historian and loved to look up family history. You can tell as some of her writings are in the Hartt family supplement. And it was through that that I really got to know her at all. She was looking for information on her great grandmother Elizabeth Sinclair - whom she was named after - her middle name is Sinclair. I started corresponding with her over that and eventually Miriam and I went down to San Diego for 10 days in 1994 (I think) and she showed us a really, really good time. Then she and Nikki came up to Fredericton several years later and it was lovely to take them around. We had a large family gathering at my sister Carol's house in Fredericton Junction and got to meet everyone and had a great time.
In loving Memory
Written by Glenna Bell
(click for larger photo)
She was born Miriam Dorothy Nason in Fredericton Junction,
New Brunswick on May 31st, 1929 and was the first child of Clara Adriana
Hartt and Charles Victor Nason both of whom were born and grew up
in Fredericton Junction - a small town of 7 or 8 hundred people and
a railway town where the Fredericton train met up with the main line
She attended Sunbury Grammar School and graduated with the class of 1947 (the year I started school). One of my earliest memories is of being at her graduating ceremonies with my Mom and Dad and little sister Carol at the Agricultural Hall. She looked so beautiful in her long white gown with a red corsage and long dark curly hair.
Miriam took a correspondence course in bookkeeping
and after moving to Nova Scotia she worked as a Bookkeeper for several
companies over the years including Maritime Sand & Gravel until
her retirement in the early 80's. She lived in NS for 42 years and
I think she came home for just about every one of those Christmases.
Christmas would not have been the same without Miriam.
After her divorce in the 70's and the single life
again for a few years she met and married Percy Dares of Dartmouth,
Nova Scotia. Percy, a former Navy man and Tavern owner, had been heavily
involved in the municipal politics and served many years on the town
council. He was also an avid NDP supporter so Mim got involved with
all of that and worked for the party and hosted events etc. (She even
had me typing up voter's lists) She also took piano lessons in her
spare time. Mim seemed to have boundless energy was a great crafts
person. I always said she took every course known to man!!! Knitting,
crocheting, sewing, plastic canvas, ceramics, tole painting, quilting,
embroidery and cross-stitching to name a few. And she was very good
at all of them but really excelled in oil paintings and left us many
pictures to treasure and which we have divided amongst the family
and friends. I have one of the seascapes and an autumn scene. She
also collected stamps and coins.
After Percy passed away in the late 80's, Miriam became
very much involved in her church work and in volunteer work. I used
to spend my summers with her as I was required to take the summers
off at my job at UNB and there was hardly ever a day went by that
she was not driving someone to hospital or delivering meals or working
at the Dartmouth Senior Centre, or at the church and she did it all
with such joy and laughter.
During those summers we traveled all over Nova Scotia
and PEI. Mim would holler up the stairs to me "How'd you like
to go to PEI for the weekend?" Of course I always said, "love
to". Then we would get on the phone and call up our cousin Eunice
Scribner and Mim's good friend Ruth Wiseman and the 4 of us would
take off for the weekend. We had some of the best times. We visited
everything we saw along the way and stopped at all the yard sales
and craft shops and ate in every restaurant in NS - I think. They
knew all the restaurants and how good they were by then. Soon as we
got into the hotel the cards came out. And we played spite and malice
and laughed ourselves silly!!! (It is now called skip-bo)
Miriam loved to travel and in her lifetime she took
many trips. I don't think I can even remember them all but I know
she went to Germany, Greece, Hawaii, Bermuda, England, Scotland, Ireland,
several United States trips, Alaska, Ontario, British Columbia, Alberta
and one big European tour which included the Passion Play at Oberammergau
near the German/Austrian border and 5 or 6 different countries. She
went thru the doors of the Vatican which only are opened every 25
Miriam was also known in her later years for having
pets. Her first little shiatsu (and, as Erma Bombeck said, aptly named)
was Duncan. She loved that dog and treated it like a baby. (and I
sort of loved that dog too and he loved us both. Sometimes he was
torn as to whom to sleep with and it usually was the last one to bed).
She later rescued a sick homeless beat up cat named Tiger and gave
him a great home. These were followed by Mittens, the new little shiatsu,
and a cat named Molly. She had made arrangements for both of them
to be adopted by other parents before she passed away. She dearly
loved her animals.
Nine years ago Miriam decided she would like to move
back home to Fredericton Junction to be near her family and to give
up some of her volunteer work, which was becoming a little overwhelming.
Well so much for that thought, she very quickly got involved with
everything going on in the Junction - United Baptist Church, Historical
Society, Legion and the Gladstone Seniors and Fredericton Bowling
League, singing in the Cantata and all the while becoming more and
more involved in collecting and recording Family Tree information.
She was a great person to volunteer her time!!! She very quickly got
to know everyone in the community and surrounding area and they knew
her. She even called the numbers for the bingo at the White Rapids
Manor every Tuesday. Thru all this you have to know her hands never
stopped knitting and crocheting afghans and doilies to donate to the
Seniors for fund raising and baby things for hospitals and hats for
the people in Chad in Africa for the missionaries to give out. And
she had many charities she supported. One would think with all this
activity she would not have time to read, but one would be very mistaken!
My son and I lugged over 2000 books out of the house to the garage
for the garage sale and I would guess she had read most of them. Plus
she followed 6 soap opera shows on TV which she taped in the daytime
and watched at night. She never slept very well - only 3 or 4 hrs
I cannot talk about Miriam without mentioning how
much she loved eating out. She never missed an opportunity to eat
out: at local community event breakfasts, lunches & dinners, in
the local restaurant for sure every Sunday after church and in Fredericton
whenever she needed to come to town. Most of the time she insisted
on paying for everyone else. She had a very generous nature!!! When
our mother got sick toward the end of her life Miriam put her life
in NS on hold and came home for a year and looked after Mom. I know
that if there is a Heaven she is in it!!!
Miriam was very much a family person. She always found
time to come home to visit often. She dearly loved all the members
in our family and especially the children we had. She never had any
children but she loved ours like they were her own.
About 6 years ago Miriam began experiencing stomach
problems, which was the beginning of her Bowel Cancer. After 3 operations
and several rounds of chemo and radiation later it finally took her
life. I have already told the great people in the Hart/Hartt network
many times what a trooper she was and how much courage and faith she
had. And I would like to thank everyone who sent cards and best wishes
and prayers for her. She kept on bouncing back after each session
and kept on going. She was our Miracle Woman!! We will miss her but
we have some great memories of her!!!
On October 26th, 2006, at 11am, a group of family and friends will be laying her ashes to rest with her husband Percy Dares in the Mount Herman Cemetery in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia.
Early on the morning of August 8, 2007, Florence Pearl (Syson) Clark passed away in the Stettler Health Care Center after losing a courageous three-year battle with cancer. She is now in the presence of her Lord and Saviour, who she loved and served.
She was born December 27th, 1913 on the Hartt homestead near Jacksontown, Carleton County, New Brunswick. When she was three months old, she came across Canada by train with her mother to join her father, Richard, and her brother, Thurston, on the homestead north of Stettler.
Florence attended Pilot Knob School where her mother Caroline was the first school teacher 100 years ago. At age 17, she attended Normal School in Camrose to become a teacher herself. For the next 70 years, she helped organize Normal School Class reunions and for 60 years a “round robin letter” between classmates was enjoyed.
Her teaching career lasted over 30 years. The schools she taught at were Lynx, Kinsella, Elk Point, Nevis, Pilot Knob, Blumenau, Cora Lynn, Stettler Elementary. She substituted at Botha, Waverly, Drake (Tees), Silver Prairie, Vimy Ridge, Fritz Hill, Wellsburg, Liberal, Lyncot. She made lifetime friendships with some of her pupils, who still came to visit and phoned after all those years.
Her parents were Charter Members of the Stettler Baptist Church so it was natural for Florence to enjoy attending Sunday School, Church and Young People’s group. She accepted the Lord as her Saviour, was baptized, and joined the church in 1927. She was active in the church all her life. She served as the Church Historian, Sunday School teacher, Deaconess and Treasurer of the Western Baptist Missionary Society.
Florence had a lifetime membership in the Western Baptist Missionary Society, in the Alberta Teachers’ Association, and in the Stettler Hospital Volunteer Society. She was active in the Pilot Knob Ladies’ Club for many years. She was the co-editor of a community history book, “Red Willow Reflection.” For 35 years, Don and Florence willingly volunteered at the Nursing Home where they compassionately helped and fed the elderly residents. One day Florence commented that “I just don’t know when I will be on the other end of this spoon!” Also, for 25 years they faithfully took their turn delivering Meals on Wheels to the shut-ins.
Florence married Don Clark on July 14, 1942 and they spent 61 happy years together. To this union three children were born. As Carole, John and Colleen grew, left home, got married, and began families of their own, Don and Florence joyfully moved into a new role of being grandparents. After they retired from farming and teaching, they moved into Stettler in 1989 where they had more time to enjoy each other. They had always shared a marvelous companionship and especially enjoyed traveling in their trailer. They had the privilege of touring the United States, United Kingdom and also Europe. After Don’s “home-going,” Florence moved into the Willow Creek Lodge in 2003 where she adjusted to a new life and made new friends.
Florence was the family historian and was always noted for her wonderful story telling. Don and Florence hosted an International Syson Reunion in 2001. New-found cousins came from England, Cyprus and three U.S. states. At 90, Florence still enjoyed meeting many cousins at three Hartt family reunions, one in New Brunswick and two in Alberta.
Florence has lived a good, full life. She was a gracious lady, always presenting herself with poise and dignity. More importantly, she had a kind and compassionate heart that led her into action to help others in need, whether it was with a kind word of encouragement, a pat on the back for a job well done, or simply a grateful smile or a whispered prayer. Although she worked hard for her money, she would generously share what she had to help someone in need. For example, she paid for a child to attend Bible camp and helped to pay tuition for a student to attend Bible School. She supported many missionaries and charitable organizations. In the late 50’s, she lovingly opened her heart and her home to 13 year old Evelyn who needed a home while she finished out the school year. Florence seized that opportunity to be a strong, positive influence in the life of a young girl. At school, she was Miss Syson or Mrs. Clark to her many pupils who can attest to her caring guidance as a dedicated teacher.
Florence will also be remembered for her hospitality as she enjoyed having company in her home. No matter the size of family, they were all welcome at her table. Other guests she especially looked forward to were the numerous missionaries who were home on furlough. The family enjoyed the many interesting and intriguing stories. Florence felt so blessed to have known so many dear friends from far and near.
Carole, John and Colleen are so thankful to have been raised by a Christian mother. She was truly interested in every family member and prayed for each one. She demonstrated daily an example of Christian love to her family and to all who had the privilege of knowing her. Our hope and prayer is that we will take what she has taught us about life and that it will make a big a difference in the lives of others, just as she has done.
Florence was predeceased by her husband Donald (2003), parents Richard (1958) and Caroline (1945), brothers Gerald (1915) and Thurston (1979), sister-in-law Dorothy Syson (2001), and nephew Kenneth Syson (2006).
Florence will be lovingly missed by her children Carole (Eldon) Dick of Lousana, John (Dianne) Clark of Stettler, Colleen Newlove of Calgary; her grandchildren Laureen (Graydon) Smithers, Ronda (Matt) Tees, Brad (Amanda) Clark, Ryan Clark (Tanya), Shannon Clark (Darryl), Ryan (Jamie) Newlove, Brent (Brenda) Newlove; her great-grandchildren Kyle and Devon Smithers, Calvin Tees and Nathan Newlove. Also, niece Joy Syson, cousins Paul and Rose Hartt, Shirley Webb, Eileen (Bill) Erichson, Marjorie Lohr and Joyce Webb plus numerous other relatives and a host of wonderful friends.