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7:00 pm - 9:00 pm
Monday, October 24, 2022
Robinson Family Farm
38275 Glen’s Hill Road
Auburn, Ontario, Canada
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25
October
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11:00 am - 1:00 pm
Tuesday, October 25, 2022
McBurney Funeral Home Chapel
35 Patrick Street West , ON
Wingham, Ontario, Canada
(519) 357-1170
Tuesday
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October
Funeral Service
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Tuesday, October 25, 2022
McBurney Funeral Home Chapel
35 Patrick Street West , ON
Wingham, Ontario, Canada
(519) 357-1170
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Colleen R. Maguire posted a condolence
Monday, October 31, 2022
My sincerest condolences to the Robinson Family. June was a wonderful lady with a deep, loving interest in all the members of her family. I knew her through her interest in genealogy and of course her granddaughter, Heather. She will be missed by so many and was loved by all.
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Jane Muegge posted a condolence
Monday, October 31, 2022
Condolences to all the Robinson family- so sorry that you’ve lost an icon in your family. I had the pleasure of working with June through 4-H and other rural organizations while I was with OMAFRA. She was very dedicated and had an incredible number of 4-H clubs to her credit.
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J. Stoner posted a condolence
Tuesday, October 25, 2022
Memories of a Niece - Mary Ann Leget
I had lots of holidays at your mum and dad's farm. As to specific things I remember I sometimes wonder if I've remembered it correctly but here's a few things:
I seem to remember seeing your pigs outside in an orchard and thinking that was different because all of our pigs were never outside but in the pig barn.
I remember one time Janice and I were going to the back of the farm, I'm assuming with your dad, and I can't remember if we were in the back of a truck or on a wagon but in any even I got stung on my finger by a bumblebee...the only sting I've ever had in my life.
I also loved the farm house and the way you could go right around and around the main floor since it was open from one room to another.
Lastly, I remember your mom was always busy doing something and had that big garden in the summer.
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ROY & NANCY GARDNER posted a condolence
Monday, October 24, 2022
Our condolences to the Robinson family. A brain trust of local and family history slips away. RIP
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Minnie Mo Farms pledged to donate to ALEXANDRA MARINE GENERAL HOSPITAL FOUNDATION
Monday, October 24, 2022
Our sincere sympathy to all of June's family from Andy, Fred and Ken Phillips and families.
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Paul Johnston donated to HURON HOSPICE VOLUNTEER SERVICE
Sunday, October 23, 2022
Thinking of all of you. Love Paul and Connie
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Ruth and Steve Hildebrand and Family donated to HURON HOSPICE VOLUNTEER SERVICE
Sunday, October 23, 2022
In loving memory of Aunt June. She was a remarkable woman whose determination was an inspiration to everyone. Our warmest thoughts and prayers will continue to be with all of you.
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Sunday, October 23, 2022
Memories from a Niece - Deb McAuslan
My First Baking Experience
I am not sure how old I was, probably about 7 or so. I had gone to Aunt June and Uncle Ted's home for summer holidays. I think my sister Marie was also there. I felt very much that I was the little kid. Marie had baked something - not sure what it was...I watched. The pantry was a magical place with jars with baking soda, baking powder and so on. It was like being in a store - so many different things.
At some point Aunt June was there and I asked if I could bake something. "Sure", she said, "bake anything you like". Well... that left things wide open! What would I bake? What could I possibly try that I wouldn't mess up? There were cookbooks with recipes. I looked through them, trying to find out what might be the simplest recipe to follow. I decided the bran muffin recipe looked like my best bet. So, I got out a bowl and got busy. I can't remember if Aunt June put them in the oven - I think she told me to. Mum never let me near the oven, so I was scared.
The recipe didn't fail me - the muffins rose and didn't burn. I was so pleased with my accomplishment. A little praise from Aunt June and I asked if could make more. "Sure",she said, "bake as many as you like!" I realized after making nine dozen bran muffins, things had gotten out of hand. I'd been having so much fun, I'd just kept going. I worried that I would be in trouble for wasting so many ingredients...and how would they ever get eaten? I confessed to Aunt June expecting I was in big trouble. She was so nonchalant, "Oh, they'll get eaten, don't you worry!" Sure enough 2 days later, the muffins were all gone - it must have been a bowel cleansing week for the entire household!
I will always remember with gratitude, that Aunt June let me try new things and was there to support and encourage me - she would give me space to do it myself.
We're eating Again?
Don't get me wrong - I love to eat...but I was always amazed at how any meals there were at Aunt June's. The woman must never get out of the kitchen! Jim was 8 1/2 years older than me and Bill 6 1/2 years older - so they were big and scary to me. I grew up without brothers, so I had no idea what to make of teenage boys. They would tease and tease and I'd hardly know what to say. They were bottomless pits to feed.
Breakfast was always homemade jams, jellies, fresh bread with lots of butter, porridge or cold cereal and I think bacon and eggs if you wanted it. Lunch - if there was hard work in the fields could be a hot meal with all the courses and supper certainly was. Then, in the late evening - out came more food. There was an amazing variety of cold meats, bread, cheeses, pickles, and a wonderful homemade mayonnaise. Then there were more desserts! I was in heaven. The table would be full of tempting foods.
Being at Aunt June and Uncle Ted's meant lots of interesting new foods. I wasn't always too sure I wanted to try some of them! I remember one day I think the boys had been out in the woods and gathered some puffballs. I had never seen them before and was not brave enough to try them. Tongue was another thing I wan't brave enough to try - much to Uncle Ted's amusement. I do remember Aunt June's homemade mayonnaise - it was a lovely yellow shade and had a unique taste that I loved. She made so many kinds of pickles and preserves - I was in awe.
Can I feed the calves?
For a few years we had 3 cows in the barn, but before that, my only experience of going to the barn was when I was visiting Aunt June and Uncle Ted or Aunt Alice and Uncle Clarence. The animals, the smells, the noises - it all fascinated me. Uncle Ted had let me feed the calves once. I remember them thrusting their heads into the pails he handed me...the smell of the feed and the sounds they made, anxious to eat. They would push each other out of the way to try and get to the pail first. When their head was in the pail, there would be the tug of them trying to get every last bite and jostling of the other calves. It would be all I could to to keep a grip on the pail. Sometimes, I could let go of one hand and pet the soft hair on the calf's head. I loved it.
Another exciting part of going to the barn were the barn cats. I loved cats and there were lots of them! Many of them were friendly and would let me pet them. Uncle Ted would feed them some milk in a big steel pan and they'd all crowd around for a drink. Uncle Ted was great to be around. I loved asking him questions. Why this, why that...how much do they eat...what do we do next?" He would always take the time to answer my questions, although I can remember him saying, "Just wait a minute, I'll come and tell you about it in a minute." I would always ask, "Can I go to the barn with you please?" His answer would be, if I was up in time.
The first morning I woke up and was disappointed to find out Uncle Ted had already gone out to the barn. Darn. I wanted to feed the calves. So, that night I asked him if he'd make sure he took me with him the next morning. I woke up and he was already gone to the barn - he hadn't woken me up! I couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want my help at the barn! I was determined that the next morning I would get to the barn with him. It seemed he wasn't going to make me up or get me out of bed. I woke up through the night, got dressed and went down the stairs quietly and sat on the 3rd step from the bottom and waited. I must have fallen asleep. I found out Uncle Ted and gone around me and was already at the barn!
I can't remember if I ever did get to go to the barn that visit. Uncle Ted couldn't avoid taking me in the evening. I loved to be around the animals and Uncle Ted was so patient and kind to me. I think those times in the barn were the biggest conversations I had with him. I remember him sitting in the kitchen or living room, reading a paper and not saying a lot. It would be the twinkle in his eye or the twitch of a smile near the corner of his mouth when everyone else was talking that made you know he heard everything.
The Thresher's Lunch
I have always been partial to desserts. Aunt June makes great pies. One day I was up for breakfast and there was a growing collection of pies accumulating on the stove in the corner. My focus was on the pies! I couldn't believe it, I counted 12 pies...2 of each flavour. I don't think I've ever seen so many pies in one person's home before...actually since either.
Aunt June was busy in the kitchen, so I stayed out unless she found a chore I could do. I think I helped set the table. It seemed like a long morning with lots of activity in the kitchen, lots of pots on the stove, roast in the oven. There were amazing smells of the meal cooking. I could hardly wait for lunch! Soon men came stomping into the house and it was finally lunchtime! They were pulling out chairs to sit at the table. I moved to take a chair at the table and Aunt June said, "No...the men eat first, we'll eat after they're done. They have to get back out to the field."
Well, I thought, ok, but hope they finish soon! I helped bring in big bowls of fluffy potatoes, platters of meat, vegetables, rolls, bread, pickles and so much more...all of it was disappearing at an alarming rate. Back out to the kitchen we went to refill the bowls...and it still kept disappearing. The men were loud, teasing each other, laughing, discussing the challenges of the machinery, what the plans were for the coming week and of course the weather. Finally they all seemed full. Then Aunt June started offering pieces of pie. I quickly calculated that there should still be lots of pie left. I helped to serve the pie, and was more than a little upset that the men seemed to like my favourites best! I couldn't believe my ears when they were offered another piece of pie - surely they couldn't hold anymore food! "Ah, no,I shouldn't," different ones protested, only to finally give in when Aunt June would encourage more and to have another piece. All those beautiful pies were almost gone...only 2 pieces left. I was devastated!
I learned at Aunt June and Uncle Ted's that teenage boys and farmers work hard and eat a lot! I learned that keeping them working was priority # 1. Working together, farmers were able to accomplish more, by sharing machinery and strength. I learned respect for the farm women who spent countless hours cooking, baking, preserving, serving and cleaning up. There was a level of competition with women as to who would serve the best lunches, but there was also help for those learning how to organize and provide those huge lunches. Recipes were shared and new brides were mentored and guided. We don't often understand each other's roles in life and this had given me a small glimpse into the day to day challenges and joys of farm life.
Don't eat the green apples!
One summer I was staying at Aunt June’s with my cousin Brenda. Brenda was the only cousin I had that was my exact age, so we often had holidays together. This was the only time I can remember us being at Aunt June’s together. We slept in Jim’s bedroom. When you went upstairs, at the top of the landing to the left was Aunt June and Uncle Ted’s room…then the bathroom. Judy’s room was to the right. Then Bill’s room. Janice was not born at this time, I think. Jim’s room was at the end, at the front of the house on the right, around the end of the bannister. I thought it was wonderful to have an upstairs. My home was a bungalow.
Brenda and I were going out to play one afternoon - and I can't remember why Aunt June cautioned us, but I remember her saying, "Don't eat the green apples...they'll make you sick." So away we went. There were apple trees just past the shed. My those green apples did look good. Brenda though we should try some and so we ate some green apples. They tasted tart and delicious. Not sure how many we ate, but we enjoyed them! We went to bed that evening and in the middle of the night I woke suddenly and knew...I was going to be sick. I jumped out of bed and knew I had to get to the bathroom fast. I ran as fast as I could, to get there in time. I ran full tilt into the door frame of the bathroom. The shock of it stopped me for a second and then I managed to redirect from the doorway and threw up all over the bathroom. I remember sobbing. I had made such a mess...all over the floor, the toilet, the walls and my pajamas.
Suddenly there was Aunt June. She calmed me down and started washing me. She got me a new nightgown and got me back o bed. I don't even want to think of the mess she cleaned up that night in the bathroom. I don't remember her ever speaking a cross word or mentioning the incident again, I was always grateful for that.
She was right - don't eat the green apples. Isn't it funny in life how many times you are told not to do something, but the lesson is often best learned from experience.
Holidays with Aunts and Uncles
I loved to go and stay at my aunts and uncles. I was always treated well and had lots of fun. Although we lived on a farm, it was not a working farm and I was fascinated by the differences in routines. Rural life seemed to be busier, not just with all the work that needed to be done, but people were coming and going-neighbours, friends, families - lots of people. I was lucky to have so many aunts and uncles that I could visit. I realized that at family reunions, Aunts would often say - "You should come and stay with us for a while". So I strategically began to pack a suitcase and put it in the trunk of the car, in the hopes that someone would take me home with them. Don't get me wrong - life at home was fine - but it was even more fun with cousins and to see and do different things.
At Aunt June and Uncle Ted's you were to go to church every Sunday. This was no different than I did at home, but at the same time, things were different. The Donnybrook Church was a small, red brick country church. There was a graveyard right there beside the church! Everyone knew each other, so it was repeated over and over who this new kid was. It wasn't that big inside the church so you could see and hear everyone. I remember Aunt June insisting I wear a hat. I didn't have one with me, but Aunt June managed to find one for me. I was less than impressed with the hat with the hard fruit on the ribbon and remember taking it off as quick as I could after church.
I was to look after Judy sometimes, but I was only four years older than her - so it wasn't till I was a bit older that I was trusted to do that. There were often other nieces and nephews visiting. I remember one time one of the Dainty boys was there. The antics, noise and teasing of those big, teenage boys petrified me. I did enjoy though when they took me with them to swim at the bridge. They teased me about getting blood suckers. I would check my legs constantly, but I did have fun.
Aunt June was always in motion - there was so much work to be done, yet at the same time she never seemed rushed. I remember her huge garden - there was always weeding, picking or pickling to be done. She would find little chores I could do, without overwhelming me. The farm work never ended, yet each evening people would gather in the kitchen, sprawled out on the couch or in a chair, talking, laughing, Uncle Ted smoking his pipe...those were wonderful memories of being included despite my being in the way.
One time my Mom and Dad came to pick me up - I'd been having such a good time, I didn't want to go home. I begged to stay longer. I can't remember what was planned, but there was something special they wanted to take us to and I remember Mom look so hurt that I'd rather stay at Aunt June's. I went home, but not without theatrics and pouting.
I learned from my Aunts and Uncles a sense of family and being welcomed. I had a feeling of security in life, knowing that if ever times were tough, there were family who would open their doors, give me a meal and a shoulder to cry on, It took me years to realize the value of this gift. Many I have met over the years do not have family, or some have no relationship with their family. I am indeed blessed.
How to keep a baby from crying
I flew back to Ontario from Halifax in June 1985, when my son Kurt was 12 days old. My Dad was dying, and I wanted to make sure I saw him before he died. Mom had a heart attack just before Christmas and Dad was given a terminal cancer diagnosis in April. We weren't sure how long he had. It was an emotional time for me between living so far away and having my first child. The first day back, Mom and Dad sat all 3 daughters down in the living room and calmly discussed that they both might be dead within a month. Mom was booked for an angiogram July 12th and the procedure had risks of course. They reviewed the finances and their wishes, and we all cried, it was a difficult talk to be part of at 13 days post partum.
A day or so later we went on a day trip to see Aunt June and Aunt Alice. Kurt was colicky and me, with my emotions raging didn't help. He was difficult to soothe. We went first to Aunt June's and he began to cry, I was doing what I knew to calm him, breastfeeding him and burping and he started to cry again. Aunt June said, "No wonder he's crying, you need to bundle him. Just wrap him tight in the [baby] blanket and he will calm down." I proceeded to do as I was told and walked the floor with hime till he was sleepy and stopped crying.
We then drove to Aunt Alice's home. We were talking and Kurt began crying again. I had him bundled tight and was walking him. Aunt Alice declared, "No wonder he's crying, you've got him wrapped up tight, babies like to move around, just put him on the floor and loosen the blanket." As I put him down on the floor, I glanced up at Mom and Dad and got the glint of humour in their eyes.
That experience helped me realize that every child is different, every parent is different, and they need to find their own way together.
Family
One of my greatest gifts from Aunt June has been her love of family history. Aunt June would often tell me family stories and would share pictures. She made the effort to take pictures and made me copies on more than one occasion. When you wanted to know who the distant cousins were, you go to Aunt June as she kept up correspondence with them. She even went with me and my Mom to my first Ontario Genealogical Conference in Niagara Falls. Researching family history has always made me want to know more. Many times, over the years I have sought out her knowledge of family, events, customs and she has always shared what she knew. I visited a few times while she was involved in the writing of the West Wawanosh book and was so impressed with the volume of work she had put into it. Her knowledge of the area is amazing. I am so glad to have her to ask questions of and to share what I find out with her!
Deb McAuslan
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Janice, Sending our love to you and your kind, warm, loving family. Thank you for allowing June to be a part of our lives.
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J. Stoner posted a condolence
Saturday, October 22, 2022
Remembrance of Marilyn Swartz - niece
I can remember going to Aunt June and Uncle Ted's many times, It was always a favourite holiday. I loved that we could bake as much as we liked and pretty well anything. I loved the drawers that were lined and filled with flour and sugar, etc. Watching the men and boys eat was always a bit of a shock, who knew anyone could eat that much food!
I remember Judy and Janice as babies and toddlers. Judy would hold her breath and actually turn blue! I was amazed and impressed! Even more so when Aunt June would run her under the cold water tap and she would snap to.
I love reading Jim's books, I can't offhand remember the series name, but it included titles like "The Tale of Mr. Toad". I also remember drawing there. One of the boys had a Monopoly game and I was so thrilled with it that I made my own when I got home - a paper game board and everything else. I don't know how accurate it was but my sisters and I played with it. We eventually got the real thing one Christmas.
Going to the river in the evenings was also a lot of fun. We often went in the old truck. Everyone crowded in like sardines. Bill and Jerry Dainty were often there at the same time - lots of joking around and teasing. Coming from a family of all girls, boys were amazing and fascinating creatures to me. We sure had a great time!
How Aunt June could stand having us under foot, I'll never know, but some of my best childhood memories are of those visits. Uncle Ted was always this gentle and kind presence who seemed to take everything in stride, while Aunt June just let us bake to out hearts desire. Good times!
Marilyn
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Saturday, October 22, 2022
Memories from a Niece - Marie Black
My Memories of Aunt June and the Robinson Farm
As I let my mind drift back to summers long ago, I think of special times on the farms of extended family members. Some of my fondest memories are of days spent at the Robinson Farm.
My Aunt June (younger sister of dad) would suddenly arrive at our door. "Can Marie come for a few days?" she would ask Mom. I couldn't pack my bag fast enough as I loved going to Aunt June and Uncle Ted's place. Their home always seemed to be filled with young people and new adventures. Most of my memories are from the years I was 11 - 14. The farm was a place of non-stop activity. I was often there at haying or threshing time. Judy and Janice were very young. Jim and Bill were teenagers. Jerry and Bill Dainty (teenage sons of Uncle Ted's sister) were often there as well. I think they spent most of their summer on the farm.
Being the eldest of three girls and a regular babysitter for family friends, I was comfortable with babies and young children. I loved helping with Judy and Janice who were cute and busy little tykes. I wasn't too sure what to make of all the older, loud, teasing boys as I was quite shy and not used to boys. Thankfully, they were very busy in the barn and fields during the day and I was inside or in the garden with Aunt June and the little girls.
I recall my amazement and admiration as I watched Aunt June preparing huge quantities of food in pots that I associated with a church kitchen. The boys inhaled plate after piled high plate at mealtimes and there seemed to be 4 meals a day! Breakfast, lunch, supper and another meal before bed. There were also days when a big lumbering, threshing machine arrived and all the able-bodied men in the neighbourhood came for lunch. On these days, the table was extended until it filled the large kitchen. As the men washed up and settled onto the chairs we would bring endless platters and bowls filled with meat, potatoes and fresh garden vegetables to the table. For dessert there were pies of every kind. I couldn't imagine how they could possibly eat all that food!! But...in less than half an hour, it had disappeared. It was obvious to me that a farm woman's reputation for being a great cook was a point of pride in the farming community. I was absolutely certain that my Aunt June was the best cook for miles around. Only piles of dirty dishes remained as the men headed back out to the field. As soon as the dishes were done, it was time to start preparing the next meal.
I did my best to help where I could. Often, I took the girls out to play to keep them out of Aunt June's way as she worked feverishly in the kitchen. I did small jobs in the kitchen shelling peas, peeling potatoes, doing dishes, etc. Sometimes, I went to the gigantic vegetable garden with Aunt June. The garden seemed to go on forever. As I recall, it started almost at the front of the house and went all the way to the road.
My favourite time of day on the farm was when the girls were down for their afternoon nap because then Aunt June would allow me to go into her pantry and make whatever I wanted. I would get her well worn cookbook out and proceed to mix up whatever my heart desired. The pantry was a magical place for me, full of possibilities. There were bins that held 100 pounds of flour and sugar. Large containers of baking powder, baking soda, raisins, nuts and so on lined the shelves.I never seemed to lack any ingredient I needed. Mostly, I remember making muffins, quick breads and cakes. I was always surprised that Aunt June thought I was capable of deciding what I should bake. Now, I look back and realize that it probably didn't matter what I made. It probably didn't even matter if my efforts were successful. The boys would eat anything and, it seemed to me, food moved so quickly from lips to stomach that they didn't even know how it tasted!
I remember one day, Uncle Ted announced the choke cherries were ready. I had never heard of choke cherries before. We hopped into the old truck and headed out the bumpy back lane until we came to a tree loaded with berries. We picked forever it seemed, with insects biting and birds flitting about. Finally, our pails were full and we returned to the house where Aunt June proceeded to prepare these lovely berries for jelly. One of the boys suggested I should eat some before Aunt June cooked them all. Gullible soul that I was, I popped a few into my mouth. Much to the amusement of the boys, I quickly realized why they were called choke cherries. Who would know that such horrible tasting berries could be transformed by my Aunt June into beautiful and delicious jelly.
Another time, Uncle Ted brought a strange looking thing into the house. It looked to me like a big ball of mushroom that had grown out of control. I was told that it was a puffball and everyone was excited about it. Aunt June sliced it up and fried the slices in her trusty cast iron fry pan. They were all oohing and aahing about how delicious it was so I gave it a try. I was not impressed but ...I was a picky eater.
I have many memories of exciting days on the farm: visits to neighbours in need, visiting Grandma Robinson who always had arrowroot cookies, Uncle Ted cutting grass at the Donnybrook Church cemetery and (I think) cousin Linda and I deciding we should scrub the dirty tombstones, visits to the wondrously cluttered General Store in St. Augustine, the slaughtering of a pig which drove me to run upstairs in horror and cover my head with a pillow, swimming on hot evenings in the cool river where the boys threatened me with tales of blood suckers and snapping turtles, Aunt June's comforting patience when I awoke one night with the stomach flu and didn't even make it to the toilet!
It is said that we many not always remember everything that people did for us or what they said but we always remember how they made us feel. I believe this is true. Uncle Ted was a quiet, gentle man who smiled at me kindly. I always felt welcome, safe and loved in his home. Aunt June talked to me as though my ideas were important and treated me as though I was capable of anything. She made me feel I was worthy of respect.
Thank you Aunt June and Uncle Ted for some of my fondest childhood memories.
Summer days on the Robinson farm.
Marie
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Saturday, October 22, 2022
Memories from Brenda Barclay, niece
I have so many memories of staying at the farm and visiting over the years. Here are some of them...
- picking black raspberries in the bush - half in the pail, the other half in the tummy
- Uncle Ted getting a puffball and then slicing it and frying it in butter - another yum!
- allowing us to eat cereal for a bedtime snack. I was so amazed by the long row of cereal boxes and selection in the pantry cupboard. More food memories!
- making cookies and other goodies in the baking pantry. Aunt June always appreciated help and we got to eat what we made.
- visiting with Aunt June and her family was a big part of our life and the food Aunt June served was plentiful and so good. the parents played cards and we entertained ourselves with lots of games.
- seeing the complete set of Thornton W. Burgess books - we had a few at school and the whole set was like a treasure.
- i thought reading in bed was a novelty - I was impressed by newspapers and books that Aunt June and Uncle Ted had in their bedroom and the fact that they both enjoyed reading.
The Robinson family has always been very special to me and I truly enjoy seeing each and every one of you.
Love,
Brenda
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Jan Davies posted a condolence
Friday, October 21, 2022
Mrs Robinson was a gracious, smart, kind woman. We are so sorry and send love. Her dry sense of humour, love of her family and open heart will be missed.
Jan and Barrie
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Jennie Petko donated to HURON HOSPICE VOLUNTEER SERVICE
Friday, October 21, 2022
Dear Janice and family,
We are deeply saddened by the passing of your beatitiful mom. She was such a kind, generous and strong woman. We hope that you will find comfort and peace in the fond memories of cherished moments with her.
Truly,
Jennie and Alex
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Colin posted a condolence
Friday, October 21, 2022
Judy, Norm, and family. So sorry for your loss. We are thinking of you and your family during this difficult time. Colin and Sandra Alexander
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Sheila Clarke posted a condolence
Friday, October 21, 2022
with sincere sympathy to Susanne, Bill, and family, in the loss your mother and grandmother. The Robinson family was a part of the Brookside story, and so much enjoyed in their library and classroom help.
with caring and a hug, Mrs. C. and family
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Cathy posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Our sympathies to all of June’s family, may your happy memories give you great comfort at this sad time.
Cathy and Wayne Carter
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Carolyn Smarszcz posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
I have such fond memories of spending time at the farm when I was growing up, and of being with Grandma Robinson. I'm so sorry for this huge loss in your family.
All my love,
Carolyn Smarszcz
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John Thompson posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Our condolences to the Robinson Families. June was a great lady, if you needed info on history, she knew. Great neighbour. She walked out to get her mail when I was combining beans across the road and had a big wave with her cane not long ago.
- John & Joyce Thompson and family
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Mike & Dana Kremm posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
With all our love, we send caring thoughts and heartfelt prayers for strength to all of you during this difficult time.- Mike & Dana Kremm
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Mary & John Elder posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Bill, Susanne & family; So sorry for your loss. Cherish the great memories. Mary & John Elder
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Eilleen Jefferson lit a candle
Thursday, October 20, 2022
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Thinking of all the family. June will be remembered by so many. She was a wonderful neighbour and friend. Hugs to all.
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The Wes Jefferson family purchased flowers
Thursday, October 20, 2022
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Remembering you and June Robinson in our minds and in our hearts.
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Sophie Jefferson posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
My thoughts and prayers are with you, remembering June. She impacted generations of 4-Hers. Though she taught us many skills, confidence in my ability to "learn to do by doing" is her true legacy in my life. We were so lucky to have such an amazing woman just down the road, always welcoming us for a visit, sharing her knowledge of local history, homemaking skills and having a genuine interest in our lives.
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Fred and Brenda Phillips pledged to donate to HURON HOSPICE VOLUNTEER SERVICE
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Our sympathies to all of June's family. A long productive life, well lived. Cherish your memories.
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Barb & Kevin Pletch posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Our condolences to Bill & Susanne and the entire Robinson family at this sad time. I have great memories of the 12 4H clubs I took with June. She was a patient kind leader. Hugs to all Barb & Kevin Pletch
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Barb & Kevin Pletch lit a candle
Thursday, October 20, 2022
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Brian Hymers posted a condolence
Thursday, October 20, 2022
Deepest Sympathy to the family,
She was a remarkable women. a true family leader.
I had the honor of knowing her through our Sunrise Services at Donneybrook Cemetery and breakfast to follow.
God's greatest blessing as you are welcomed to the eternal realm of saints.
R.I.P. my dear. Blessings to all
Pastor Brian Hymers
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The family of June Marie Robinson uploaded a photo
Wednesday, October 19, 2022
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Jim Brown posted a condolence
Wednesday, October 19, 2022
Jim, Donna and families. We are so sorry to hear of Jim’s mothers passing. She has lived a fulfilling, long life but it is never easy when that time does come. When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure. Sincere condolences to you and your families.
Carolyn and Jim
