WARNE, William Everett (Bill) (Aug 3, 1923 – Feb 18, 2013)
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Born on the family farm Aug 3/23 to Everett and Ella Warne on Park Rd South, Oshawa.
He was pre-deceased by his 13 year old sister Marjorie and survived by his older sister Eleanor Richardson (John) and younger brother David (Nancy).
He leaves his wife Dorothy, sons Bill, Stephen (Lillian), Jim (Sharon) and daughter Marjorie Tunney (Peter). He will be greatly missed by 10 grandchildren and 3 great grandsons.
William served in the Second World War as an RCAF wireless navigator (418 squadron) subsequently got his degree in agriculture at Guelph University.
Retiring from General Motors in Oshawa in the 80’s. He will be remembered for his love of music, growing strawberries and outdoor sports especially skiing, swimming and hockey.
(The above is taken from DurhamObituaries.com)
Below is Dave’s touchingly beautiful reminiscence of his brother Bill in an email of 2 days ago. What an impact it has had on us!
I’m up early, and will drop Hagen off at school on my way to the funeral on Friday. Incredible memories, such as of Bill, Johnny and me, building, (in 6 weeks) my little cabin on McLennan Lake, North of the Churchill in Saskatchewan.My first memory of him was mom yelling one day, “Billy is coming home!”. I thought (at 5 yrs), “who the heck is Billy?” They bundled me up in my footy bag pjs and headed to the CN station. The troupe train was coming in, and guys were hanging out the windows and waving. Just as it came to a stop, this great big guy in Blue jumped off the train, and lifted me higher than I had ever been.Later, my sister, Eleanor, told me that 2 old ladies standing by, broke into tears, thinking I was his son, born while he was over seas.The next day his trunk arrived, and he sealed his love in my heart with a gift of P-38. I wanted the German Lugar but it was too big for me to even hold.Just a few of the many memories of the kindness of a very good man from the “Greatest Generation”.Love to you all,Dave
Gestures of Generosity
Neighbourhood is much more than the state of geographical proximity. We have learned that lesson since leaving Oshawa, Ontario fifty years ago.
In 1963 we were heading to B.C. with short detours in Ottawa and in Lachine, Quebec. Curiosity and employment had taken us to central British Columbia. At that time in our lives, we were almost totally absorbed with the immediacy and the excitement of raising a family and building a home. We had managed like most people do, to arrange our consciousness in convenient little packets: then and now, here and there, past and present, east and west. In B.C., out of the sight of friends did not quite mean out of mind but in the normal trajectory of people’s lives, distance and the unconscious drift in time away from frequent meetings with friends would remove the ideal of continuing interactions with the people who inspired the past.
1980: It would have been close to twenty years since we last saw Bill when In 1980 we saw him again. We were out of the mainstream, off the beaten path in rural north-central B,C . when Bill, Dot and Eleanor and Johnny rolled up our country road, into our driveway in their motor home and back into our consciousness to reestablish the link to a cherished past. We were humbled by their gesture to include us in their transcontinental trip.
The Warne gestures of generosity and inclusion had been initiated many years earlier in the early 1960s at Kennisis Lake. In April of 1972 or 1973, Everett and Ella visited us in Prince George on the way home from Australia. Already fairly advanced in age, they overlooked the discomfort, interrupting their itinerary to spend a night with us in April in a camper without heat as we drove them from Prince George to Calgary where they resumed their return flight home. Dave would also make the trek to our interior B.C. location a couple of times before the turn of the century to reconnect with us. Nor were we surprised that in October 2012 the persistent genetic tendency of welcome in the Warne DNA once again kicked in when we returned briefly to Oshawa to be greeted by Dave, Eleanor and Johnny at The Mandarin Restaurant.
These gestures of generous inclusion on the part of the Warne family suggest to us that neighbourhood transcends geography. In the wide geography of the mind, where the best of all possible worlds exists, our expansive neighbourhood stretches “from sea to shining sea” and across a national border.
Although sad to lose you form the neighbourhood Bill, we wish you Bon Voyage as you set off on your grand, cosmic adventures.
Much Love and Comfort to the Family on the loss of your Beloved.
Deanne and Garry Girvan and Family
(Photo above sent by Dave, July 2017)