Although we never lived in the same city, we visited just often enough for me to get to know the Willey family: my aunt, uncle and cousins. I always enjoyed when the Willeys visited Regina when I still lived there. Later I moved to Victoria to study and eventually the Vancouver area, so visits to Bellingham were a little easier and always pleasant, whether on my own or with other relatives. I remember especially the lovely house and grounds at Briar Road, later Sudden Valley, the interesting and sometimes lively dinner conversations, the occasions when grandsons Evan and Ian provided live music for us. A special tangible edible memory is Aunt Jean’s Viennese Ribbon Cake! I loved it, and so did others who tried it after the recipe migrated to Canada.
Rest in peace, dear Aunt Jean. May memories and her spirit live on happily in the hearts of the family. Love from Cousin Claude
My deepest condolences on your loss.May your family find peace and comfort at this time. "God...will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away."
I remember your Mother in the kitchen lingering over her home made bread and pates and salads, the living area an extension of the kitchen far more than a place to sit. I was such a timid soul, so felt intimated often by your conversations about cuisine, chefs, authors, musicians, medical situations. Once, I broke a bowl in my clumsiness but each of your family was gracious and forgiving.
I remember, too, that Jean faithfully picked you up in her yellowish orange station wagon. There was an August afternoon when you and I went blackberry picking at the beach and this worried her terribly. I think she found us up the road from your house upon our return.
Five years later, your Mother befriended my friend, Dave Abel, when he built a spacious deck for you all. Between them developed a real connection, a love for conversation, such as I had heard her show with Susan, Ian and you. I found this sweet but not surprising. Like you, Ces, she loved to chat ideas, information, stories...
From her, I took home the voice of Roger Whittaker, a great gift to my folks.
I know the mother daughter thing can be testy. But she loved you truly and you had to replace your father in your courage and steadfast care of her.