YORK, Lona Amelia

The Guardian (Charlottetown) - - OBITUARIES -

N. YAR­MOUTH, MAINE - If you wanted to paint a pic­ture of a woman per­fectly happy with her place in the world it would be the face of Lona Amelia York who died on De­cem­ber 29, 2015. She was born in Wilkie, Saskatchewan, Canada on Septem­ber 30, 1914. She later moved to Prince Ed­ward Is­land as a child and that was the Prov­ince she proudly called home. She at­tended schools in Pow­nal, P.E.I. and re­ceived a diploma from the Char­lot­te­town Busi­ness Col­lege in P.E.I. in 1934. In 1950 she em­i­grated to the U.S. Since Septem­ber 2012 she has held the Town of North Yar­mouth Bos­ton Post Cane award. With her pass­ing she left a yearn­ing in the hearts of all who knew her to have more peo­ple share the traits she was born with and there were many. She will be re­mem­bered for her beau­ti­ful smile and great sense of hu­mor, and her love of fam­ily and those she con­sid­ered fam­ily. With­out ques­tion, she was hap­pi­est when she was sur­rounded by her fam­ily and her love was an an­chor for them all. Good times and bad were al­ways made bet­ter by Nan. She re­ceived many bou­quets in her life­time but the bunch of field daisies, bluets, dan­de­lions, any­thing hand­picked by a son, daugh­ter, grand­child, or any­body, brought her the most hap­pi­ness. And where art was con­cerned, her walls and ta­ble tops were full of por­traits, hand­crafted needle­point, draw­ings cre­ated with crayons, and knick­knacks made of bread dough or painted rocks. No mat­ter what the gift she was given she al­ways made sure the giver knew how much she loved it and proudly dis­played it in a place of honor. Lona had a sweet dis­po­si­tion; she would shed tears when she was sad and when she was happy as well. Al­though, she didn’t have a tem­per or con­tained it, there was that one time her meal choice came un­der fire - only once! The fun­ni­est story about her was the Satur­day night that her hus­band Cal came home to find a meal of fish in­stead of beans and hot dogs put be­fore him. Now, for her hus­band Calvin there was an un­spo­ken ex­pec­ta­tion that you al­ways had beans and hot dogs on Satur­day nights. But this par­tic­u­lar night he came home and made the mis­take of ex­press­ing his dis­ap­point­ment and she in turn, with­out speak­ing a harsh word, with her “Eye­brow up” took his plate threw the food out and then calmly emp­tied the freezer of all the var­i­ous kinds of fish he had caught over the pre­vi­ous months and “scaled” (that was her word for threw) them all over the frozen win­ter drive­way! The fol­low­ing morn­ing as we gath­ered for a Sun­day din­ner we all saw the fish all over the place - we had no idea what had hap­pened but couldn’t wait for what we knew would be a great story! She also had a love of mu­sic. She loved mu­sic be it pi­ano which she played lov­ingly or a gath­er­ing of fam­ily and friends to have a “Hum”. She also taught her chil­dren that mu­sic came in all forms - a blade of grass, a dan­de­lion stem, or a card­board tube wrapped in wax pa­per at one end made for won­der­ful whis­tles and horns and a pot or a pan could be a great drum. She gath­ered much en­joy­ment in bak­ing and cook­ing too. She ex­celled at cook­ing and bak­ing and for years she hosted her chil­dren, grand­chil­dren, their friends, and don’t forget their pets, for a feast on Sun­days. And when hol­i­days came around they were al­ways cel­e­brated with a mag­nif­i­cent sup­per at Nan and Gramp’s house. She also would not think of send­ing her hus­band and chil­dren off to work or school with­out a lunch­box filled with a sand­wich made with home­made bread and a scrump­tious dessert. Her gen­eros­ity was un­wa­ver­ing. For many years she do­nated the most per­fectly peaked lemon meringue pies to ben­e­fit the North Yar­mouth Fire Depart­ment. In her later years she knit count­less mit­tens and pot hold­ers for the Sal­va­tion Army and cro­cheted mul­ti­ple Afghans to be auc­tioned by the “Stur­di­vant Tuna Tour­na­ment” to aid in schol­ar­ships for var­i­ous com­mu­nity col­leges in Southern Maine. Death can be mourned and cel­e­brated at the same time. Though she’ll be sorely missed, our fam­ily will re­call the last verse of her fa­vorite song “Yes, I think to my­self, what a won­der­ful world!” That’s how she viewed, lived, and shared her life with us all. She is pre­de­ceased and will be re­united with her five broth­ers (Gor­don, Earl, Lewis, Jack, and Roy), two grand­chil­dren, one great­grand­child, and her beloved hus­band Calvin. Her spirit is car­ried on by her five chil­dren Earl, Terry, Patzi, Donna, Mar­lene and their spouses, 19 grand­chil­dren, 25 great-grand­chil­dren, 14 great-great-grand­chil­dren with two on their way, her brother-in-law, her cousin, many dearly loved nieces, neph­ews, and an ex­tended fam­ily of friends too nu­mer­ous to list but not for­got­ten. Should friends and fam­ily de­sire, con­tri­bu­tions may be sent to ASPCA at: ASPCA, PO Box 96929, Wash­ing­ton, DC 200906929. A pri­vate grave­side ser­vice will be held in the spring at a date to be de­ter­mined. Con­do­lences may be ex­pressed to the fam­ily at www.Funer­alAl­ter­na­tives.net. Ar­range­ments are un­der the care of Fu­neral Al­ter­na­tives, 374 Route 1 in Yar­mouth.


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