CECELIA
(PEGGY) MOORE
(nee
GLOVER)
October
30, 1918 – October 12, 2012
Mom peacefully passed away in her
sleep on Friday, October 12, 2012 at the Tuxedo Villa Personal Care home at the
age of 93 years.
Peggy will be lovingly remembered
and sadly missed by her husband Bill of nearly 73 years of marriage; brother
Norm; children Bill (Ruth), Jackie, Ross (Leslie) and Penny (Marvin); as well
she will be missed by her numerous grandchildren; great grandchildren; nieces;
nephews and friends. She was predeceased
by her parents Sam and Annie (Glover), brothers John (Jack), Harry and
Don.
Mom grew up on south Parkview
Street in St. James in the days when the banks of the Assiniboine River and the
river itself were a major recreation attraction for all ages. She attended Assiniboine School and Linwood
High School. Being the only girl in the
family and growing up with 4 rowdy brothers provided Mom with special memories
that she fondly remembered throughout her life.
Our Mom and Dad first met casually
through their love of skating at Mason’s Skating Rink. The relationship evolved
and after a short courtship they married in November 1939. Their first child
(Bill) was born in September 1940. War
had already broken out in Europe by the time they got married and, when Bill
was but 18 days old, Dad along with countless others left
to serve his country. During the ensuing 5 years Mom raised a small child alone
with little money or food. Then tragedy struck when within a year she lost two
of her brothers. Jack (RCAF air-gunner lost in the North Sea) in 1940 and Harry
(appendicitis) in 1941. One fond memory she occasionally spoke of during those
times was of a young RAF airman who was in Canada under the Commonwealth Air
Training Plan and was boarding across the street. She would laugh when she
related that he used to get grounded if he got home after curfew. Mom said he
also liked to read poetry. His name was
Richard Burton. Yes, that Richard
Burton. Then one day in 1945 amidst the
pandemonium on the platform at Winnipeg’s Canadian Pacific Railway Station
after the arrival of a trainload of returning soldiers, Mom and Dad were once
again and permanently reunited. The
following 67 years were ones of unconditional love, devotion and dedication to
each other.
Despite raising 4 kids to help
make ends meet Mom also worked outside the home. Among other places she worked
was the Women’s Tribute Memorial Lodge, the Charleswood Motor Hotel, and for
the Assiniboine School District. On top
of all of that she somehow found time to volunteer in her community. Just a few
examples are the many years she gladly gave to the Royal Canadian Legion, local
community club and until deteriorating health dictated otherwise over 10 years
at the Muffin Stop at the Grace Hospital.
Mom and Dad spent their 5 final
years living together at the Sturgeon Creek Retirement Residence. The family is deeply grateful to all of the
staff there, including the many renewed and new friendships they forged making
those years so enjoyable. The entire family also owes a debt of gratitude to
Betty Moore and Mom’s special friend and knitting partner Gwen Stephens for
their love, care and companionship. “One person caring about another represents
life’s greatest value.”
Mom truly and thoroughly enjoyed
her life, her family and friends. She believed that life was better when you
were laughing. She had a wonderful sense of humour right up to the end. Mom was an inspiration to all who were lucky
enough to know her. She was spiritually
strong and did not fear death.
In compliance with Mom’s wishes
there will be no Funeral Service.
The family would like to extend a
sincere thank you to the staff at Tuxedo Villa Personal Care Home, especially
Mom’s earthly angels Carmen, Helen and Val.
Charles Dickens spoke of people like them. “A heart that never hardens, a temper that
never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”
Wojcik’s
Funeral Chapel is in care of arrangements.
I
stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted its white sails with a
golden light. As it disappeared from
view, a voice at my side whispered “She is gone”. But the sea was a narrow one, and on the
furthest shore a band of long missed family and friends had gathered to watch
in happy expectation. Suddenly, they
caught sight of the tiny sail. At the
very moment when the voice had whispered “She is gone”, a glad shout went up in
joyous welcome with the words, “Here she comes”!
Wojcik’s
FUNERAL CHAPEL & CREMATORIUM
2157 PORTAGE AVENUE
204 – 897 - 4665
www.wojciksfuneralchapel.com
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