In Coral, Lorne found love and stability. In their new town, Lorne found a home and acceptance. They bought a house which took time and money to renovate. They went to church. Lorne sang in the choir, built props for the local Little Theatre, served on the Museum and Bowling Boards and visited with everyone in town. He worked as a building maintenance person, or for a local plumber when there was work, or at North Battleford or Pierceland when there wasn’t work locally. Coral’s family loved Lorne and he loved them. Lorne and Coral spent summers at their cabin in Northwest Saskatchewan surrounded by her family and enjoying every minute of it. Lorne put his woodworking and carpentry skills to use making cabin signs, renovating or repairing anything anywhere. In 2001, when I was working in China, he insulated, drywalled and put a bathroom in our basement.
Because Lorne and Coral had no children of their own, they adopted great numbers of other people’s children into their hearts, including my four. Auntie Coral was always loved unconditionally but when the kids were young, because Lorne was such a terrible tease, they sometimes weren’t sure how to take him. LynnieC, who was about four years old at the time, was quite excited to learn that Auntie Coral was coming to visit us “but did she have to bring ‘that man’”? After which, Lorne was always “That Man”, though occasionally he was also
referred to as “Uncle Buck” after the John Candy movie.
The world is a better place for his having been here. He is missed and remembered. In song and story, as the legends grow. And quietly in the hearts of those who loved him.
Thanks for cutting my back fat out of that picture, dad. Too bad you couldn't do anything about the chins. That's a pretty good photo otherwise, though.
ReplyDeleteThanks for doing up these posts, dad.
I sure miss Uncle Lorne. I'm glad you wrote these up.
ReplyDeleteThis series of memories of Lorne is excellent. Very well expressed.
ReplyDeleteThese are amazing tributes and very well written. I only wish there was someone who could/would write so eloquently about me......nah, there's not much to be said.
ReplyDeleteDana, the trick is you have to die first. THEN they write nice things about you.
ReplyDeleteUntil then they just mock you rudely to your face. Right Dad?
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