| Garden of Memories |
| THE ROSE
STILL GROWS BEYOND THE WALL Near a shady wall a rose once grew Budded and blossomed in God's free light, Watered and feed by the morning dew, Shedding its sweetness day and night. As it grew and blossomed fair and tall, Slowly rising to loftier height, It came to a crevise in the wall Through which there shone a beam of light Onward it crept with added strength, With never a thought of fear or pride, It followed the light through the crevise's length And unfolded itself on the other side. The light, the dew, the broadening view, Were found the same as they were before; And it lost itself in beauties new, Breathing its fragrance more and more. Shall claim of death cause us to grieve, And make our courage faint and fall? Nay! Let us faith and hope receive, The rose still grows beyond the wall. Scattering fragrance far and wide, Just as it did in days of yore, Just as it did on the other side, Just as it will forever more. By: A.L. Frink |
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| Grant Sidney
Loved Son of Spencer and Edith Loved Brother of Ralph 17 May 1936 - 02 Nov 1938 |
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| IN MEMORY
OF TWO WEE ANGELS Isabel Loved Daughter of Donald and Vera 21 Aug 1923 - 21 Aug 1923 Nicole Debra Loved Granddaughter of Ralph and Lucy 04 Mar 1992 - 04 Mar 1992 Ever in our hearts An angel wrote in the Book of Life Our baby's date of birth Then whispered as she closed the book "Too beautiful for Earth" |
| GONE FROM MY SIGHT I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side Spreads her white sails to the morning breeeze And starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length She hangs like a speck of white cloud Just where the sea and sky Come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says "There! She is gone!" Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar As she was when she left my side And she is just as able to bear her load Of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, Not in her. And just as someone at my side says "There! She is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, And other voices ready to take up the glad shout "Here she comes! Welcome Home!" And that is dying, my friend... Author Unknown |
| Edith Lucinda
02 Oct 1899 - 30 Oct 1990 Spencer Wesley 11 May 1896 - 04 Feb 1966 Loving Parents of Ralph and Grant |
| Donald William
02 Jan 1895 - 15 June 1979 E. Vera Isabel 15 Jan 1896 - 13 Jan 1973 Loving Parents of Isabel, Frank and Lucy |
| Memory of me I'd like the memory of me To be a happy one. I'd like to leave an afterglow Of smiles when life is done. I'd' like to leave an echo Whispering softly down the ways Of happy times and laughing times And bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, To dry before the sun Of happy memories that I leave When life is done. |
| In Memory
of Loving Aunt and Uncle Beloved Cousins |
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| Kenneth Lewis
Beloved Husband of Hazel Loved Father of Gordon and David 10 October 1912 - 30 Oct 2005 |
| Hazel Maude
Beloved Wife of Kenneth Loved Mother of Gordon and David 25 May 1918 - 16 Feb 1981 |
| Gordon Kenneth
Loved Son of Kenneth and Hazel Loved Brother of David 03 Nov 1948 - 21 Oct 1967 |
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| In
Memory of Pt. Harold James 4th Bn., Canadian Machine Gun Corps 18 Feb 1898 - 08 Aug 1918 He Gave His Life For His Country Loved Cousin.... You went, it seems but yesterday, And now by crosses row on row You linger where the poppies grow, Not dead, but just away |
| Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep-- I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain; When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet bird's in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night, Do not stand at my grave and cry-- I am not there, I did not die. |
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| Francis James 21 Mar 1925 - 14 Jan 2011 Loved Son of Donald William and E. Vera Isabel Loved Brother of Isabel and Lucy |