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SZCZAPINSKI o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.toronto_star 2005-11-03 published
SZCZAPINSKI,
Edmund
(Retired 40 plus year employee of Spar Aerospace) Passed away
peacefully at Leisureworld, Etobicoke on Wednesday, November
2, 2005 at the age of 81. Beloved husband of Irene for 56 years.
Much loved father of Richard and his wife Irene. Friends may
call at the Turner and Porter Funeral Home, 436 Roncesvalles Ave.
(at Howard Park), from 2-4 and 6-8 p.m. Thursday. Funeral Mass
to be held at Saint Mary's Polish Church, 1996 Davenport Rd., on
Friday, November 4, 2005 at 9: 00 a.m. Interment Queen of Heaven
Cemetery. For those who wish, donations may be made to the Lung
Association.
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SZCZEPANSKA o@ca.on.middlesex_county.london.london_free_press 2005-12-02 published
LEBEDZ,
Taras
Sergei
Peacefully, at Bobier Villa, Dutton on Thursday morning, December
1st, 2005, Taras Sergei
LEBEDZ of West Lorne and formerly of
Rodney in his 87th year. Born in Minsk, Russia, Taras and Maria
immigrated in 1948 to British Columbia. After five years they
moved to Rodney and started growing tabacco until their retirement
to West Lorne. Lovingly remembered by his wife
Maria
Helena
(SZCZEPANSKA.)
Dear father of Irena and Brad of Ingersoll, Tere and Raemonde
of West Lorne, Leada and Randy of Saint Thomas, Serge and Sheila
of Rodney and Tom of West Lorne. Taras will be sadly missed by
his grandchildren Alicia
HADASH and Kelly of Washington State,
Gavin HADASH of Rodney, Mark, his wife
Tanya and their son Brennan
HADASH of Wardsville, Trena and Drew
LEBEDZ of Rodney, Rene of
London and Chad of West Lorne. Friends may call at the Rodney
Chapel on Friday, December 2, 2005 from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Funeral
service will be conducted from the Chapel on Saturday at 10: 30
a.m. Father Vladimir
MORIN celebrant. Interment Rodney Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions to the Sunshine Foundation
would be appreciated as your expression of sympathy. Arrangements
entrusted to Padfield Funeral Home, (519-785-0810). "Rest in
Peace, Papa"
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SZCZERBAK o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.globe_and_mail 2005-03-16 published
JESSHOPE,
Ernest▼
Fredrick▼
(Sgt., Royal Canadian Air Force World War 2)
Peacefully, at Toronto, Ontario, on Monday, March 14, 2005 in
his 81st year. Cherished husband and best friend of Betty
(BATES)
JESSHOPE. son of the late Charles Edgar and May
JESSHOPE.
Brother▼
of the late Florence
PARRETT.
Beloved▼ father of Sandra (Tim)
SULLIVAN of Toronto; Karen (Gary)
DEAN of Alliston and Deb (Richard)
CUSHING of Oakville. Loving Granddaddy to and missed by his grandchildren:
Tim, Meghan and Peter
SULLIVAN, Jenni (Rob)
BURNS, Adam
DEAN
and Beth (Trevor)
SZCZERBAK,
Cpl.▼
Dana▼
CUSHING (United States
Marine Corps Reserve) and Dann
CUSHING (Toronto). "Big Papa"
to his great-grandchildren Taylor Westenberg and Alec
BURNS.
Ernie grew up and was educated in Toronto and served with distinction
in the Royal Canadian Air Force as a Physical Training Instructor
at Manning Dept (C.N.E.) and later was assigned overseas with
the famous 419 "Moose" Squadron. After the war, he was a legend
in retail for his impeccable taste in clothing as he outfitted
many of Toronto's best dressed men. Visitation at the R.S. Kane
Funeral Home, 6150 Yonge Street (at Goulding, south of Steeles)
on Thursday March 17th, 2005 from 7 to 9 p.m. Funeral Service
will be held in the Chapel at the R.S. Kane Funeral Home on Friday
March 18th, 2005 at 11: 00 a.m. If desired donations in Ernie's
memory may be made to The Toronto Public Library Foundation,
789 Yonge Street, Toronto, Ontario, M4W 2G8, 416-393-7123 to
purchase large print books.
"Per Ardua ad Astra"
R.S. Kane 416-221-1159
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SZCZERBAK o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.toronto_star 2005-03-16 published
JESSHOPE,
Ernest▲
Fredrick▲
(Sgt., Royal Canadian Air Force World War 2). Peacefully, at
Toronto, Ontario, on Monday, March 14, 2005 in his 81st year.
Cherished husband and best friend of Betty
(BATES)
JESSHOPE.
son of the late Charles Edgar and May
JESSHOPE.
Brother▲ of the
late Florence
PARRETT.
Beloved▲ father of Sandra (Tim)
SULLIVAN
of Toronto; Karen (Gary)
DEAN of Alliston and Deb (Richard)
CUSHING
of Oakville. Loving Granddaddy to and missed by his grandchildren:
Tim, Meghan and Peter
SULLIVAN, Jenni (Rob)
BURNS, Adam
DEAN
and Beth (Trevor)
SZCZERBAK,
Cpl.▲
Dana▲
CUSHING (United States
Marine Corps Reserve) and Dann
CUSHING (Toronto). "Big Papa"
to his great-grandchildren Taylor
WESTENBERG and Alec
BURNS.
Ernie grew up and was educated in Toronto and served with distinction
in the Royal Canadian Air Force as a Physical Training Instructor
at Manning Department (C.N.E.) and later was assigned overseas
with the famous 419 "Moose" Squadron. After the war, he was a
legend in retail for his impeccable taste in clothing as he outfitted
many of Toronto's best dressed men. Visitation at the R.S. Kane
Funeral Home, 6150 Yonge Street (at Goulding, south of Steeles)
on Thursday, March 17th, 2005 from 7 to 9 p.m. Funeral Service
will be held in the Chapel at the R.S. Kane Funeral Home on Friday,
March 18th, 2005 at 11: 00 a.m. If desired, donations in Ernie's
memory may be made to The Toronto Public Library Foundation,
789 Yonge Street, Toronto, Ontario, M4W 2G8, 416-393-7123 to
purchase large print books."Per Ardua ad Astra"
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SZCZOKIN o@ca.on.middlesex_county.london.london_free_press 2005-05-27 published
SZCZOKIN,
Steve
In loving memory of our dear dad and grandpa, Steve, who passed
away one year ago today May 27, 2004.
The moment that you died Dad
Our hearts split in two,
The one side filled with wonderful memories,
The other died with you.
We often lay awake at night
When the world is fast asleep,
And take a walk down Memory Lane
With tears upon our cheeks.
Remembering you is easy,
We do it everyday,
But missing you is heartache
That never goes away.
We hold you tightly in our hearts
And there you will remain,
Life has gone on without you,
But it's never been the same.
For those of you who still have your Dad
Treat him with tender care,
For you'll never know the emptiness
When you turn and he's not there.
Forever missed and loved by Stephen and Baillie, Barbara and
Ed, Paul.
Greatly missed by his grandchildren Jonathan, Benjamin, Madeline,
Lauren, Olivia and Natsuki.
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SZCZUR o@ca.on.york_county.toronto.toronto_star 2005-10-24 published
Jack HURST, 83: Loyal Beach knave
Community fixture at Queen and Beech
Greeted every passerby as 'Sire' or 'Milady'
By Catherine
DUNPHY,
Obituary
Writer
Does every community have a Jack
HURST? A man who greeted every
day with a grin, who greeted every single person he passed on
the street with a salutation. A man so entrenched in his community
he made newcomers feel as if they too belonged there just by
saying hello to them.
And his community? Four blocks or so in the east end of the Beach.
A small world, but his world.
For more than 50 years he lived there, first on Silver Birch
Ave., in a fourplex that used to be the old Balmy Beach Club
with his "dear Mum" as he always called Isabel
HURST, who brought
up four kids cleaning doctors' homes after her husband deserted
the family. After "dear Mum" died in 1980 he moved one block
to the west to a place on Willow Ave. For the past 10 years or
so -- no one is sure how long -- he lived in a ground floor bachelor
with a 12-foot ceiling on Beech Ave., in the building that also
houses the Fox movie house.
He had the rolling gait of a sailor navigating a storm, a Tintin
tuft of still sandy hair and, in fact, the same small, open face
of the French cartoon character, and he died -- at 83 on September
13 -- in the veteran's wing at Sunnybrook hospital, wanting to
be back home in the Beach.
He'd been ill and increasingly immobile for a year. It would
take him three traffic lights to cross Queen St. E. to the Garden
Gate restaurant (known to locals as the Goof) to join the self-styled
Goof Support Network, six regulars who met for breakfast Mondays,
Wednesdays and Fridays for years.
"Jack was a really important member of the group because he made
each day so bright and funny," said Doug
RICHARDSON.
The two would talk about the Crusades, history, Einstein and,
always, politics.
HURST, a Trudeau-hating Tory, thought things
were going to hell in a handbasket, grumbled about young people
being on the wrong track and the rich guys moving in and spoiling
his Beach -- and then would leave the Goof and stop and chat
to these same children and rich guys.
RICHARDSON sometimes helped him cross back over Queen St. "We'd
stand in the centre, shielding Jack from the traffic, and force
people to stop," he said. "The guy had ulcers on his ankles and
he couldn't move. He was in real pain."
But still
HURST was out and about most days, carrying his battered
soft-sided bag wherever he went. He'd stop off at the Remarkable
Bean where George
FOWLER would fix him a coffee. "He couldn't
sit, his knees were shot," said
FOWLER. "
He'd stand here by the
milk and cream and chat to the morning customers."
Susan FOWLER,
George's mother and the owner of the coffee shop,
kept an eye out for
HURST.
She'd greet him most mornings as she
walked to work at 6 a.m. "Every day I wake up and am still breathing
is a gift," he would say to her.
He was proud, he was certainly stubborn. He rejected all and
any aid although there was a particular cab driver, an old school
friend it is thought, who used to sit in his car in front of
HURST's apartment just in case he needed to run an errand.
And the Queen St. streetcar drivers would wait for him when they
saw him slowly, ever so slowly, inching his way to the streetcar
stop at the corner. Some of the drivers used to help him into
the car -- his knees were so stiff he had to enter and exit the
car backwards.
A neighbour made him a railing with a hoop at the end so
HURST
could pull himself up the few steps to his home. A friend wanted
to start a fund to buy him a scooter, but he didn't want one.
Others also offered to buy him a motorized wheelchair, which
he dismissed, saying he needed the exercise of walking.
He suffered to walk, but he needed to be out in his community,
saluting the men with a "Good morrow, Sire," the women as "Milady"
with a sweep of the arm and a slight bob, or simply as "Dearie."
"I think I see an angel," he would say to the younger women.
Always, he would tell them all, he remains their loyal knave
and subject.
But for a public figure -- which is what
HURST was at Queen St.
E. and Beech Ave. where he would sit on the bench outside the
corner natural food store, pant legs rolled up, legs out straight,
telling everyone he was just getting some sun on the knees --
he was a very private man. "I was never allowed into his apartment,"
said Jerry
SZCZUR, the Fox owner and his landlord. No one was.
He'd always been a packrat and latterly neither he nor his apartment
was very clean. A neighbour bringing him some home baking last
Easter said his door flew open when she knocked, revealing
HURST
lying on six or seven dirty mattresses on the floor in a room
overflowing with empty pizza boxes and cans.
"He was obviously embarrassed and said he was sick," said Ruth
Ellen BRUCE.
HURST had been a housepainter, who had painted
BRUCE's home on
more than one occasion. Because the Bruce home is high, he called
himself Michelangelo and her two daughters "the angels." For
years, he showed up at their house every Christmas and Easter
with a garbage bag bearing gifts -- shortbread for the adults,
dolls and later, books for the girls.
He was Rembrandt when he visited Diana
ANDERSON's home those
mornings and her husband, a psychiatrist, was "Freud" or " Governor."
"He had a route on Christmas morning," she said. "He'd have the
same old jokes year after year. And he always told us how lucky
we were to have (son) Jamie."
When he was growing up,
HURST was known as Jake, and famous for
the parties he gave and for being the fastest man on the rugby
team at East York Collegiate. He enlisted in the army and was
shipped out to England but never saw action because of his flat
feet, a story he used to love to tell on himself. Never married,
he trained as a teacher and taught for a couple of years before
becoming a housepainter. For 10 years -- between 1965 and 1976
he was the manager at the Fox theatre.
"He was eccentric a touch," said his younger sister Dorothy
MacDONALD,
who lives outside Sudbury. "He lived his life the way he wanted
to and he was a very happy man because he was doing what he wanted
to do."
Her family often visited him when he lived with their mother,
but when he moved out on his own, he discouraged visits to his
home. Anyone picking him up to go to family events had to meet
him at the corner.
"He was very independent," said John
MacDONALD,
Dorothy
MacDONALD's
son. "He always wanted to be in the Beaches and the family respected
that."
When HURST fell ill in February and was hospitalized, the family
was there, cleaning his apartment and spending nights and days
in the hospital. When
HURST wanted out of hospital, he was brought
home for a month before his health failed again and he was re-admitted.
"When we were trying to assist Jack in his apartment, there was
a constant parade of people going by asking after Jack," said
MacDONALD, an architect in Kitchener-Waterloo.
He found out that his uncle had been helping people 20 years
younger than he. Unbidden, he'd shovel the snow in front of his
apartment building, the Goof and the local solar laundromat.
He'd go grocery shopping at the Valu-Mart for a 90-year-old neighbour,
even though it would take him, literally, hours to go the three
blocks. And people would always offer to help him carry those
groceries.
"To be exposed to the level of neighbourhood connect he had and
continues to have, well, the Beaches is just a very special place,"
said MacDONALD. "In the end, we are all Jack's loyal knaves and
subjects by virtue of his credos by which we live our lives."
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