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Submitted by natasha on Mon, 04/01/2019 - 10:55:AM

Marie Helen Whiting (nee Whike) was born on the 26 of September 1925 at Amersham, Buckinghamshire, England and was the second of three daughters of Leonard and Mabel Whike. Marie was the last surviving member of her family.

Marie attended Black Horse Bridge School at Amersham until she was nine years old. Her family subsequently moved to Ruislip Manor, Middlesex, where they bought a home. Marie initially attended Lady Banks School and later Pinner Road High School.

Upon graduation, Marie worked for a short time in the local library and then found employment in the heart of London at a Tea Clearing House.

In May 1944 Marie voluntarily enlisted in the Women's Royal Naval Service, popularly and officially known as the Wrens, which was the women's branch of the United Kingdom's Royal Navy. Marie first served at a Fleet Air Arm Base at Arbroath, Scotland, as an Electrical Technician, and then transferred to the Naval Secret Service and at their Base near Eastcote, Middlesex. Marie was honourably released from the Service in October 1945 but not before winning a cherished medal as the fastest runner in the Wrens.

Marie married Maurice Whiting, her devoted husband of 71 years, on 11 July 1945. The pregnant 19 year old war bride next stepped off the ship in Halifax and boarded the train to a rustic farm in Qu'Appelle, Saskatchewan, where the real unimaginable adventure began. Marie has four children: Gary, Pamela, Marshall and Mark, nine grandchildren and fifteen great grandchildren.

In life, Marie was at her animated best in warm and happy family gatherings, playing croquet, dancing or hosting the multitude at a generous delectable table of first class cooking and pastries. Although she loved her England deeply and was a patriot beyond measure, and loved her family intensely and was loyal, loving and devoted to us all, Marie was head over heels with her adoring long haired miniature dachshund called Harry. This little dog was everything and his dedicated overwhelming love for her touched her soul and warmed her heart.

During her days in Ottawa, Marie was a volunteer at Riverside Hospital and worked at the famous five star Chateau Laurier for six months orchestrating a managerial survey. Vacation time was spent at their winter condo in Florida for twenty years avidly playing cards, a taxing game of tennis, shuffleboard championships with dear friends or enjoying the bucolic pleasure of Cocoa Beach and the glorious sea.

After a long and arduous medical battle, our dear mother and grandmother passed away quietly on 28 March 2019. Her many strengths and infectious good humour will be missed by us all.

My dear Mum will always be safe in our hearts.

Eulogy prepared by Gary Whiting

MY DEAR MOTHER HAD MANY STRENGTHS: EXCEPTIONALLY WARM HUMOUR, A DEEP ADORATION FOR DOGS AND HER DELECTABLE BAKING TO NAME A FEW. BUT MUM'S MOST PROFOUND STRENGTH, ONE THAT WAS EVER DEPENDABLE AND WITHOUT QUALIFICATION WAS THE PROFOUND AND UNSHAKEABLE LOVE SHE HAD FOR HER FAMILY. MUM WAS ABSOLUTELY COURAGEOUS WHENEVER ANY ONE OF HER CHILDREN WERE THREATENED AND WAS ALWAYS THRILLED BEYOND MEASURE WITH OUR PERSONAL ACCOMPLISHMENTS. THIS SENSITIVE AND GENTLE WOMAN LOVED AND WAS DEVOTED TO US TO THE DEPTHS OF HER SOUL: WE WERE HER ENTIRE WORLD.

MUM WAS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, A GENUINE BEAUTY WITH A RADIANT, ENCOURAGING SMILE, LOVELY SKIN, PORCELAIN COMPLEXION AND A VIVACIOUS, MAGNETIC, SPIRITED, FULL OF LIFE PERSONALITY, WHO DID NOT KNOW HOW TO MAXIMIZE THIS SPECIAL GIFT TO ADVANTAGE. MUM WAS AT HER VERY BEST HOSTING A TABLE FULL OF ANIMATED FAMILY AND HUNGRY GRANDCHILDREN FOLLOWED BY DANCING GAILY IN THE BASEMENT TO LOUD MUSIC, WHITE WINE AND BARKING DOGS AND THROUGHOUT THIS HARMONIOUS ATMOSPHERE MUM WAS CLEARLY DOMINATED BY A FEELING OF IRREPRESSIBLE PRIDE FOR HER ADORING AND MOST CHARMING COMPANY.

MUM STARTED HER NEW MARRIED LIFE IN CANADA TOTALLY AND SHOCKINGLY UNPREPARED DUE TO HER OVERLY PROTECTED YOUNG LIFE IN ENGLAND, A MODEST EDUCATION AND A POLLYANNA INGENUE NAIVETE THAT MADE HER ALMOST HELPLESS.

MUM WAS UNPREPARED FOR A FREEZING SASKATCHEWAN JANUARY ARCTIC WINTER, UNPREPARED FOR THE RADICAL CULTURE SHOCK FROM COSMOPOLITAN AND VIBRANT WARTIME LONDON ENGLAND TO RUSTIC, RURAL SLEEPY SMALL TOWN QU'APPELLE, UNPREPARED FOR THE LONELY FARMHOUSE ACROSS THE TRACKS TWO MILES FROM TOWN, UNPREPARED FOR WHAT WAS TO HER THE STRANGE CUSTOMS OF CANADIAN COUNTRY LIFE, UNPREPARED FOR THE LACK OF ACCEPTANCE AND UNDERSTANDING FROM THE NEVER ENDING NUMBER OF ALIENS IN-LAW, UNPREPARED FOR MARRIAGE IN EVERY SENSE AND MOST CERTAINLY UNPREPARED FOR MOTHERHOOD. THIS WAS MUM'S FRIGHTFUL BEGINNING – A PARALYZING BEGINNING FROM WHICH SHE NEVER RECOVERED AND WHICH HAUNTED HER REMORSEFULLY AND WITH REGRET ALL HER LIFE.

MUM DID NOT KNOW HOW TO CULTURALLY ASSIMILATE IN THIS LAND AND, CONSEQUENTLY, WAS DETERMINED TO REMAIN THE CLASSIC STEREOTYPED PEACHES AND CREAM ENGLISH GIRL. IT WAS WHAT SHE KNEW BEST AND MUM BLINDLY BELIEVED IN HER FATHER'S UPBRINGING AND HIS QUESTIONNABLE VALUES. THIS QUESTIONABLE MENTALITY FREQUENTLY CAUSED, SHALL WE SAY, CERTAIN DIFFICULTIES IN DEALING WITH OUR DEAR MOTHER, AS WE ALL HAVE EXPERIENCED WITH HER AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER.

MUM WAS A FREQUENT READER, AN ACCOMPLISHED KNITTER AND A PRISTINE EXAMPLE OF SARTORIAL SPLENDOR, EXCELLENT GROOMING AND GOOD TASTE. SHE KNEW THIS OF COURSE. ON THE OTHER HAND, MUM WAS A SO-SO BOWLER, A FREQUENTLY DISAPPOINTED CARD PLAYER AND ABSOLUTELY UNABLE TO DEFEAT MY FATHER SOUNDLY THROUGHOUT THEIR MANY CRIBBAGE CHAMPIONSHIPS. A COUP WHICH DAD CHERISHED I MIGHT ADD.

MUM DREAMED THE HOLLYWOOD DREAM, THE UNREALISTIC, ARTIFICIAL, SHALLOW AND UNATTAINABLE HOLLYWOOD DREAM. SHE ADORED ELIZABETH TAYLOR AND THE OTHER PERIOD ACTRESSES LIKE HER AND EVERTHING THEY REPRESENTED - ESPECIALLY THE GLITTERING GLAMOUR, THE ENVIED BEAUTY,THEIR SEEMING POWER OVER MEN, THE SEEMING ILLUSION OF HEAVEN ON EARTH WITHOUT ANY DAY TO DAY PROBLEMS AND THE HAPPY SUCCESSFUL BUZZ OF THEIR MAGICAL LEGENDARY FAME.

THEN, QUITE SUDDENLY, MUM WAS OLD AND ONCE AGAIN UNPREPARED; THIS TIME FOR THE DEMANDING ARDUOUS TRIALS OF AGING. UNPREPARED FOR THE PERSISTENT, RUTHLESS AND GRIM FORFEITURE OF YOUTH AND THE LOSS OF HER TREASURED BEAUTY. SHE DID HER BEST TO COPE BUT THE CHALLENGE BECAME TOO MUCH WHEN THE UNFORGIVING ALZHEIMER DISEASE ENTERED HER BRAIN.

MUM'S DETERMINED ENGLISH TRAFALGARIAN SPIRIT FOUGHT TO STAY ALIVE WITH DIGNITY BUT THE COST WAS TOO MUCH. HER BODY, SOUL AND MIND BECAME RAVAGED BEYOND SAVING AND SHE CRIED TEARS OF DESPAIR IN SILENCE.

MUM'S SOUL FINALLY BECAME FREE OF LIFE'S CRUEL BURDEN WHEN SHE GENTLY PASSED AWAY IN THE EARLY MORNING OF THURSDAY, 28 MARCH. SHE WOULD HAVE DEARLY APPRECIATED WITH A HAPPY AND THANKFUL GLOW THAT YOU WERE HONOURING HER CHERISHED MEMORY HERE TODAY. I TRULY BELIEVE THAT MUM KNEW THAT SHE WOULD ALWAYS BE SAFE IN OUR HEARTS.

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Submitted by natasha on Sat, 04/20/2019 - 08:20:AM

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Bob Whiting - Nephew

Entered 4/10/2019 from Regina SK.

Thinking of all of you in your time of loss. Take comfort in all of the wonderful memories of your mom and your family.

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Submitted by natasha on Sat, 04/20/2019 - 08:21:AM

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Pamela Clarke - Daughter

Entered 4/10/2019 from Victoria, B.C.

My dear Mom is finally at rest with our precious Dad. Rest in peace Mom.

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Submitted by natasha on Sun, 04/21/2019 - 12:04:PM

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Mark Ant.

Our Dear Mother and Father,

Although some would disagree, Mom’s personality was the perfect match for our beloved Father, and vice versa.

Moms cosmopolitan outlook in general was what stole Maurice’s heart in the very beginning, Not only did the eldest of the Saskatchewan family who toiled in farming see Mom’s grace and charm, he also fell in love with her beautiful looks and alien lifestyle.

I know over the years this was indeed the recipe also for arguments to erupt, it was also an eye opener for each of them because they had to view each other’s opinion and beliefs. Call it educational, objective, or just plain life, as we all have had to endure opposite thinking and sometimes just plain logic, ironically, they each had a stubborn vein and wouldn’t back down even knowing the other was correct, like most humans, didn’t want to be wrong, and so, each of them were full of pride, which in itself, is a noble attribute.

Mari Helen was raised in a proud and prejudice English background, of which she overcame some of the notions of the time of her childhood to recognize that her Father wasn’t always right, but indeed believed 98% of the time he was. She was taught religion, community status, prejudice, and language which was or wasn’t acceptable, and brought all of this to Canada, and clearly was amazed why she wasn’t understood by so many.

Mom was a woman of courage, like a Lioness over her cubs; she took on anyone that painted her children as being anything else but superior. Be it known that without a doubt, if you crossed her, she removed her smile and unveiled her wrath, luckily, this wasn’t often, and over the years subsequently mellowed.

I have fond memories of us kneeling on the couch looking out for Dad through the living room window, waiting for Dad to return home after work and hearing him arrive with a smile and joy as he smelled what Mom prepared for dinner. A glass of sherry, sharing of the day, a great meal, and watching TV...which is what I also have inherited  as an adult.

Mom had close friends, but not wandering friends, and even then her ability to share stories and laughter was a lifelong commitment to those she held dear, notable friends that were eager to share their homes, families, and good times for many years.

Moms pride also was in her way she kept house, her perfection in detail was inspiring, she was always busy cleaning, gardening, and cooking, with an accent on pride of ownership and display.

I was fortunate to be raised in my parents mid life years, as Mom was 33 when I was born; obviously my upbringing was far different than my siblings whereas struggling with hardship usually is accompanied by youth.

My parents used to say thanks so much for all the things I did for them in their senior years, my answer was always the same, You looked after me as a child, and now, it’s my turn.

Hence, a relationship with both of them that was genuine and fulfilling. Each parting was a kiss and a hug, and an I love you, from my father of which was poised with strength and honour, was not really natural for him,

But it became this way, hence, change.

Miss you both on earth,

You are both right here in my heart,

As with so many others who feel the same,

Indeed it is/was my pleasure to have people like you as my friends and family,

Love you both always,

Mark Ant.

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