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AnneH posted a condolence

Monday, November 23, 2020

A Eulogy for Mary, Dearest Mom Dear Ones, Through this time of loving transitions back to Spirit, I am moved to share some of the moments of Mom's life that have enlivened her stories for decades.. I hope the warm notes of memory will bring comfort and ease as we remember that love is not lost, and the warm blending of energy when we meet again in Spirit will be as joyous as ever. Mom's ability to infuse her stories with a naughty delight, a quick wit, a sharp tongue and a keen eye were tempered by her warm nostalgic glimpses of her earlier life. Sleeping 5 to a bed; washing knickers in the sink; poking at things under a bush with a stick; battering her way up the grass hockey field; skint knees and torn skirts; peeking around the wall at the visitors having tea; trying to be pious enough to get a treat from the nuns; relishing food of any kind; the smells of cooking condensed milk for Tablet; safety pins and nappies; singing in the bomb shelter; and Uncle's big boot; the rich visitors who gave small presents; the small patch of garden with meager results; and Mother Annie's fay whispers over the fence to the Mrs. next door; and the great comfort of her Daddy's knee. Singing "Ally Bally Bee" (Coulter's Candy, a Scot folk song), as she remembered her own mother sing it to calm some small child; her super fine knitting and fingers that never seemed to stop; peeling potatoes, 5lbs at a time; tending her brood with whatever rations were at hand; when the seasons turned, the bathtub was full of cucumbers, beans, tomatoes, peaches, pears and apricots - pickling and canning for weeks on end; and always on her knees, washing the floors by hand because it was the only way to do it right. She was not a perfectionist, nor a martyr - she was just that good, clear, skilled and adaptive. Those early years were hard - she was guarded and steeled by the constant challenges. And the wheel of life turned for a while, in her favour, after divorce. She found release and some pleasure in dances and parties with other adults. Sailing, and camping and kibitzing with new admirers; prestige at work, marching the halls of the hospital is her whites; her intelligence and work ethic brought new opportunities as a Cardiology Tech. She found love again in a way that suited her; she developed a love of gardening, not for food, but for beauty and was rewarded in neighbourhood competitions for her arts; she poured her heart into puppies and soon after, her grandchildren - each of whom she loved deeply. Always, the character of the Convery line, was at her core. A compelling lineage that brought reassurance, steadiness, and intelligent consideration to every day. Vanities but a mask for a worn Soul, she soldiered on. As her physical vitality faltered and her sight began to draw dim, she clung to her mind and will; and her powers of stamina were thoroughly tested; soon mere moments became treasures.. The beauty of her heart became evident in the love she spoke and the hugs she gave. The hummingbirds at the window box chattered and buzzed as her mind and wits started to falter.. She grieved and railed at her demise. She loved fiercely through the darkest days, as love was never forgotten unlike the purpose of the objects around her. She remembered and reached out to her lineage and her ancestors, known and unknown for support and guidance in those days before her light went out. But the timber of her voice, the rounded chortle of her laughter and her infectious smile, will forever hold our attention. As her Soul rests and reviews the lessons she chose for this life, we are encouraged to review and revise the lessons we have still to play out in our own lives. Love deeply, speak only kindness and love; soften a hardened heart with beautiful moments from the world of nature; breathe deeply the scents of life, the garden and the hugs of the ones we love. Thank you for your light.. Adieu, dearest.. Anne.

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Christine Leca planted a tree in memory of Mary Minamide

Sunday, November 22, 2020

In loving memory of Mary Minamide , a wonderful sister who will live on in our hearts and minds. Love from Christine and family xx

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Hamilton lit a candle

Saturday, November 21, 2020

❤❤❤Olivia..Emily..and Michelle. ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS

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Anne posted a condolence

Saturday, November 21, 2020

A Eulogy for Mary, Dearest Mom Dear Ones, Through this time of loving transitions back to Spirit, I am moved to share some of the moments of Mom's life that have enlivened her stories for decades.. I hope the warm notes of memory will bring comfort and ease as we remember that love is not lost, and the warm blending of energy when we meet again in Spirit will be as joyous as ever. Mom's ability to infuse her stories with a naughty delight, a quick wit, a sharp tongue and a keen eye were tempered by her warm nostalgic glimpses of her earlier life. Sleeping 5 to a bed; washing knickers in the sink; poking at things under a bush with a stick; battering her way up the grass hockey field; skint knees and torn skirts; peeking around the wall at the visitors having tea; trying to be pious enough to get a treat from the nuns; relishing food of any kind; the smells of cooking condensed milk for Tablet; safety pins and nappies; singing in the bomb shelter; and Uncle's big boot; the rich visitors who gave small presents; the small patch of garden with meager results; and Mother Annie's fay whispers over the fence to the Mrs. next door; and the great comfort of her Daddy's knee. Singing "Ally Bally Bee" (Coulter's Candy, a Scot folk song), as she remembered her own mother sing it to calm some small child; her super fine knitting and fingers that never seemed to stop; peeling potatoes, 5lbs at a time; tending her brood with whatever rations were at hand; when the seasons turned, the bathtub was full of cucumbers, beans, tomatoes, peaches, pears and apricots - pickling and canning for weeks on end; and always on her knees, washing the floors by hand because it was the only way to do it right. She was not a perfectionist, nor a martyr - she was just that good, clear, skilled and adaptive. Those early years were hard - she was guarded and steeled by the constant challenges. And the wheel of life turned for a while, in her favour, after divorce. She found release and some pleasure in dances and parties with other adults. Sailing, and camping and kibitzing with new admirers; prestige at work, marching the halls of the hospital is her whites; her intelligence and work ethic brought new opportunities as a Cardiology Tech. She found love again in a way that suited her; she developed a love of gardening, not for food, but for beauty and was rewarded in neighbourhood competitions for her arts; she poured her heart into puppies and soon after, her grandchildren - each of whom she loved deeply. Always, the character of the Convery line, was at her core. A compelling lineage that brought reassurance, steadiness, and intelligent consideration to every day. Vanities but a mask for a worn Soul, she soldiered on. As her physical vitality faltered and her sight began to draw dim, she clung to her mind and will; and her powers of stamina were thoroughly tested; soon mere moments became treasures.. The beauty of her heart became evident in the love she spoke and the hugs she gave. The hummingbirds at the window box chattered and buzzed as her mind and wits started to falter.. She grieved and railed at her demise. She loved fiercely through the darkest days, as love was never forgotten unlike the purpose of the objects around her. She remembered and reached out to her lineage and her ancestors, known and unknown for support and guidance in those days before her light went out. But the timber of her voice, the rounded chortle of her laughter and her infectious smile, will forever hold our attention. As her Soul rests and reviews the lessons she chose for this life, we are encouraged to review and revise the lessons we have still to play out in our own lives. Love deeply, speak only kindness and love; soften a hardened heart with beautiful moments from the world of nature; breathe deeply the scents of life, the garden and the hugs of the ones we love. Thank you for your light.. Adieu, dearest.. Anne.

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Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Mom.. You are Loved! You are Loved! You are Loved! You will be terribly missed.. All of your "Convery" Clan in the UK and around the world are expressing their love, your neighbours, dog walkers, gardeners, and folks of all sorts are remembering you with fondness and care.. I know you are at peace now.. I'll see you in my dreams.. Blessings on your healing journey as it continues in the Spirit World! my love always, your eldest.. Anne Hamilton..

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Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Mary Minamide

1941 - 2020

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