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EBERHARDT o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-11-25 published
In praise of humble, decent princess
By Anthony
REINHART,
Tuesday,
November 25, 2003 - Page A12
She took many a meal at Swiss Chalet, where she had her own booth
and the wait staff called her Candy Lady. Louise
LIEVEN, you
see, always had a handful of Werther's Originals for the people
she loved, and in her world, that meant just about everyone.
Others called her Mom, since Mrs.
LIEVEN was always ready with
a wise word or a $20 bill for a neighbour in need.
Few ever called her by her official title -- Her Serene Highness
Princess
Louise
Marie -- but then, neither did she. Mrs.
LIEVEN,
who died a week ago at 90, knew more than most about hardship
and humility, and to her mind, deeds carried more weight than
words.
Her impact on those close to her was evident yesterday, when
about 100 people crammed a Toronto funeral chapel to pay tribute
to the Latvian-born woman who came by her title through marriage
to her "Prince Johnny" -- Charles Jean Christophe
LIEVEN -- in
Toronto in the late 1970s.
"She embraced people without regard for their racial or ethnic
background," Mrs.
LIEVEN's niece, Laila
EBERHARDT, told the gathered
crowd, many of them neighbours from the East York high-rise where
she died last week.
Mrs. LIEVEN's appreciation for decency was hard won.
Born in 1913 to a wealthy family, the young Louise
VON
DZIENGEL
enjoyed a privileged upbringing in Riga, the Baltic nation's
capital, and counted young Prince John
LIEVEN among many Friends.
She married another man, however, and as the winds of war blew
across Europe, gave birth to a daughter in March, 1940.
Everything changed three months later, when Stalin's Red Army
rolled into Latvia, made it a Soviet republic, and began deporting
the upper classes to Russia -- people like the
VON
DZIENGELs
and the LIEVENs, who shared a Germanic background and Christian
faith.
Louise's father sought refuge in Germany, while her mother and
aunt stayed behind to mind the family assets. Her father soon
died of a heart attack, while her mother and aunt were shipped
to Siberia.
Fearing for the life of her child, she left her husband and fled
with the baby to Sweden -- only to lose her little girl to pneumonia
months later.
"Louise was alone, in a foreign land, without any means of supporting
herself," Ms.
EBERHARDT told the congregation yesterday. "But
Louise was a survivor."
As the war raged, she continued to drift farther from her Eastern
European home, to Denmark, then to Spain, Argentina and Mexico
in the years that followed. She was working alone as a seamstress
in Mexico City when her mother, released after 15 years in a
Siberian prison camp, joined her.
When her mother died, Louise "was looking to reconnect and reach
out to people dear to her," and that's when she learned, from
a friend in Germany, that John
LIEVEN was living in Toronto.
She contacted him and learned he, too, had his first marriage
blown in separate directions by the Second World War. The prince
visited Mexico and the rest was history: the pair, well into
their 60s by then, fell madly in love. They settled in Toronto,
where John was a salesman for a food distributor.
Mrs. LIEVEN lost her prince in December, 1996, after a series
of strokes. But she did not lose her love of people.
That much was apparent at yesterday's funeral, where 10 people
shared their thoughts of Mrs.
LIEVEN.
One neighbour spoke of the coffee parties she organized for the
building's seniors last winter, and how she'd always kiss him
on both cheeks, one for him, the other for his wife. Another
recalled how she bought Christmas gifts for three young boys
whose father had died. A woman, widowed around the same time
as Mrs. LIEVEN, talked about how they'd meet each afternoon for
mutual support: "We'd have a little drink and we'd settle all
the world's problems," she said.
And Sandy SRIPATHY, her neighbour across the hall, talked through
tears about the lady she called Mom.
A few weeks ago, Mrs.
LIEVEN confided that she might not make
it to Christmas, as she was feeling ill.
She told Mrs.
SRIPATHY to watch her door, and to check on her
if the newspaper was still hanging from the knob by late morning.
Last
Tuesday,
Mrs.
SRIPATHY watched the princess fetch her paper
as usual, but later that day, she learned that her neighbour
had died.
After a brief reception upstairs, the guests filed from the funeral
home, but not before making one last stop: at a crystal candy
bowl, perched by the door.
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EBERHART o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-03-07 published
Jack McCLURE
By Carol BERNEY
Thursday,
March 6, 2003 - Page A22
Painter, tennis player, friend, Perth County Conspirator. Born
July 26, 1936, in Troy, New York Died February 13 in Stratford,
Ontario, of heart failure, aged 66.
Jack McCLURE never made much money. He lived a simple life, say
his Friends, who describe him as a "secular monk." After serving
in the U.S. Coast Guard in Miami in the early 60s, Jack attended
the University of Miami, played tennis, and hung out at The Flick
coffee house, where he met actor/musician Cedric
SMITH. In the
late sixties Jack accompanied Cedric to Canada, and ended up
working in the kitchen of the Black Swan coffee house in Stratford
and living at "Puddlewalk, " the communal farm home of the Perth
County Conspiracy, a swirling, ever-changing family of draft
dodgers, artists, actors, musicians, and local hippies.
Jack was a passionate scholar and creative thinker. Obsessed
with Marshall
McLUHAN,
Jack thought he saw a flaw in
McLUHAN's
theory, and actually went to Toronto to meet
McLUHAN.
Unfortunately,
McLUHAN brushed him off and Jack came home crushed. For a short
while, Jack lived at the (in)famous Rochdale College in Toronto.
Jack said he lived on the 14th floor, and would look down and
see cop cars converging on the building, but the residents had
rigged the elevators to run so slowly that there was always plenty
of time to clean up before the police arrived, and people rarely
got busted. The other people on his floor were very nice, serious
artists and intellectuals, but there were some wilder characters
on some of the lower floors, and riding the elevator could be
quite an adventure.
Back in Stratford, Jack lived in a caboose on a friend's farm
for awhile, and then moved into town to share an apartment with
another friend, Harry
FINLAY.
Jack then worked at the Gentle
Rain natural foods store for, essentially, the rest of his life.
He also sold paintings to his Friends, and gave tennis lessons.
Among his patrons and students was musician Loreena
McKENNITT,
who said Jack was a very good teacher. His paintings were mostly
in a realistically impressionist style, with tiny touches of
absurdity and/or social protest. He would add a discarded Coke
can to an otherwise idyllic river scene, or paint a nuclear-waste
hazard sign on the side of a railroad car or at the back of a
cave. One of his paintings was a portrait of Albert Einstein,
while another, titled Church of the Muses, depicted Einstein
playing the violin, with James Joyce playing piano and Bertrand
Russell reciting.
In the last few years, Jack became close Friends with Michelle
DENNIS, a co-worker at the Gentle Rain. On the back of a painting
Jack gave to Michelle's family he called her two young daughters
his "surrogate grandchildren."
This past summer, Jack was diagnosed with lung cancer. He underwent
chemotherapy and radiation therapy and was in remission when
he suffered a fatal heart attack during a badminton game. Jack
left instructions to be cremated, with no service. However, as
his long-term friend and employer Eric
EBERHART remarked, that
didn't mean we couldn't have a party. So the Sunday after Jack's
death, many of his Friends and co-workers gathered at his house.
We brought food, drink, photographs, and his paintings, and we
had an impromptu showing of Jack's work to pay homage to his
life and his spirit. His paintings are being archived, and in
the spring there may be a showing at one of the Stratford galleries.
In Jack's room, on his work bench, was a quotation from Einstein:
"The years of anxious searching in the dark, the intense longing,
the alternations of confidence and exhaustion and then -- the
final emergence into the light -- only someone who has so struggled
and endured could understand." This describes the Jack we knew
and loved.
Carol BERNEY is a friend of Jack
McCLURE.
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EBERLEY o@ca.on.manitoulin.howland.little_current.manitoulin_expositor 2003-01-22 published
James Athey
BECKETT
At Chelsey Park Nursing Home, London on Sunday, January 19, 2003
James Athey Beckett of London, formerly of Kitchener and born in
Sunrise Kentucky, in his 88th year. Beloved husband of Ruth
(MILLSON)
BECKETT. Dear father of Ruth Ann
BASTERT and Nancy
BELL of
Sheguiandah, Manitoulin Island, Mary Lou
BECKETT and Chuck
EBERLEY of
Ottawa,
Sandy
Lee
BECKETT of London. Dear grandfather of Peggy,
Shawn, Ian and Wendy, Matthew and Aaron. Also survived by nine
great-grandchildren. Predeceased by brothers John and Bud and a
sister Suzanna. Friends called at the C. Haskett and son Funeral
Home, 223 Main Street, Lucan on Monday, January 20 where the funeral
service was held on Tuesday, January 21 with Reverend Fred
McKINNON
officiating. Cremation with interment St. James Cemetery,
Clandeboye. Condolences may be forwarded through www.haskettfh.com
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EBERTS o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2003-09-05 published
WHITE/WHYTE,
Clifford
Jackson
Born in Banff on September 30, 1929, died peacefully in Victoria,
British Columbia on September 2, 2003. Dearly missed by his wife
Ann, sons Cliff (Johanne) and Brad (Donna), daughter Tristan
(Damian,) step-children Sarah and Tim
EBERTS, brothers Don and
Peter, and grandchildren Charles, Peter, Katy, Alexandra, and
Ginny. Private cremation. Friends are invited to 223 Denison
Road, Victoria at 4: 30 p.m., Saturday, September 6, and the Whyte
Museum of the Canadian Rockies in Banff, Alberta at 3: 00 p.m.
Saturday, September 13. Instead of flowers, please consider a
donation to the Canadian Red Cross Foundation (909 Fairfield
Road, Victoria, British Columbia V8V 3A3, 800-661-9055) or the
British Columbia Cancer Foundation (2410 Lee Avenue, Victoria,
British Columbia V8R 6V5, 250-519-5550).
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