DOUGLAS KEITH CLARKSON
July 20, 1926 – February 25, 2019
Doug died peacefully in hospital from age-related causes at 92 years of age. Born in Detroit, MI, the only child of Herbert Edward and Eliza Ann Clarkson (Innes), the family returned to Canada when he was three. Raised in Windsor, Toronto and London, he made lifelong friendships in each locale. Doug joined the Armed forces at 18, however the war ended before he was sent overseas. While attending the University of Western Ontario he met fellow student Florence Nightingale Campbell (Nancy), in 1947. She instantly became the love of his life. After graduating, Doug and Nancy married in her hometown of London on 5-5-50, a date Doug joked, Nancy chose so he’d never forget their anniversary. In the early days of marriage Doug worked for Ford and GM in the southwestern Ontario region while Nancy raised their young family. In 1961 he joined Traders Group Finance in Toronto. The family, now six members, transferred to Vancouver in 1962 returning to Toronto in 1966 when Doug was promoted to Senior Vice President. Doug was appointed General Manager of Canadian Commercial Banking at ScotiaBank in 1980 where he spent the remainder of his career. Retiring in 1990, Doug and Nancy spent many happy times at their cottage in Haliburton and traveling throughout North America, the Caribbean and Europe. Lovingly called ‘Dougie Darling’, he is remembered by all as a true gentleman, and a loving, devoted family man who was funny, smart, charming, kind, generous and handsome. In the words of his eldest granddaughter Kylie in her Once Upon a Time story, “He was so much more than a grandfather. He was a husband, a father, a friend, an uncle, a trickster, a joker and many things besides. Everyone who met him knew instantly how special he was.” Even in their 90’s people would remark what a beautiful, loving couple Nancy and Doug made. Doug was predeceased by his eldest daughter Linda Clarkson Stevens. Left to cherish his memory, his wife of 68 years Nancy, daughter Janie (Bill) Gilmour, son Robert (Angela DiCintio) Clarkson, daughter Valerie (William) Robinson, son-in-law Geoff Stevens, grandchildren Casey and Jamie Stevens, Kylie and Connor Gilmour, Travis and Savannah Jane Clarkson, Step grandchildren Sean (Sarah) Stevens, Alexandra (Mike Garrels) Stevens, Lisa (Chuck) Alessandro, and step greatgrandchildren Jack, Andrew and Will Stevens, Jessica Garrels and Charlie Alessandro. He also leaves behind brother-in-law Alan Campbell, cousin John Clarkson, many wonderful nieces and nephews with whom he had a very special bond, great friends and neighbours, especially friend of 67 years John Barr, cottage pal Bruno Roininen and the gang from Bethley Drive. There will be a gathering to celebrate Doug’s life at a later date. (Please contact a family member for info) In lieu of flowers, donations can be
made in his memory to the Toronto Zoo (www.TorontoZoo.com/SupportTheZoo ) where each year the family attended Remembrance Day Services.
On February 18th, 2019 at Michael Garron Hospital, Wladimir “Walter” Olejnik passed away at the age of 84 while surrounded by family.
Walter had doctors scratching their heads as he battled prostate cancer for over 20 years. Doing so with a smile and a positive attitude every step of the way.
Walter will be greatly missed by his wife of over 61 years, Frances. His sons Michael, John, James, Jeff and daughter Michelle. His grandchildren Rebecca, Julia, Liam, Brooke, Matthew, Ryan, Gregory and Ethan. He will also be missed by his daughter-in-laws Barb, Tina, Sue and Kelly. And by his favourite son-in-law Paul.
Walter touched the heart of everyone that he met. He had a positive attitude that was contagious. He appreciated every little thing that anyone did for him and let them know with a very gracious thank you. He was a selfless person that would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He had a great sense of humour which he kept till the very end. When asked how he feels by doctors or nurses his response would be “with my hands”.
The loss of a father is painful to bear. He’s a source of quiet strength that’s missed when he’s not there. Take comfort he’s in heaven and looking down at you. He’ll be there throughout the years, watching and guiding you. He’s your own Guardian Angel and he’ll be with you to the end. Until you meet in heaven when your broken heart will mend.
You are so greatly missed Pops.
A service will be held for family.
You left us on Tuesday, February 19, 2019, after a short stay at the North York General Hospital, within hours after arrival of Priscila and Tichão. You waited for them.
We are very sad and missing you terribly. What comforts us now is knowing that you are no longer suffering and remembering the lovely time we spent together.
We feel so fortunate that you decided to come to live with us, a few years ago in 2014. You enriched our lives by sharing your wisdom, teaching us how to be good people, and enjoying ourselves.
So long Grandma. See you next time. We are starting a life without you. It will be hard and we miss you so.
We love you, Grandma.
Kuen, Mário, Tichão, Luchi, Ana, Priscila, Mirian, Melissa, Andrew, and Karen
“If your nose runs and your feet smell, you’re built upside down”. A wacky yet fairly astute observation from a beautiful guy who lived his life inside out and upside down but always with compassion.
On Friday, February 1, 2019 at St. Michael’s Hospital in Toronto, Mike “Mikey” Lorriman passed away surrounded by family, love and light.
Mike was born in Windsor, ON, on February 25, 1950. Early in his life, Mike’s parents (Hugh and Helen Lorriman) moved the family to Montreal where he spent most of his childhood before settling in Toronto for his teenage years. A lover of nature and the outdoors, he enjoyed spending time at the family cottage in The Laurentians where he and his brothers would relish a cool dip in the lake after a hard day of work chopping wood or clearing brush. In high school, at Lawrence Park Collegiate, he excelled in sports and was on the football team and enjoyed skiing.
Trent University took Mike to Peterborough, where he met Arlene Cedilnik while both working at the Trent Inn. Mike and Arlene married and had two daughters, Amy and Kate. It was also in
Peterborough, while working at The Bookstore, that he discovered his lifelong love of books. Mike would always speak of books in a wistful way, as if they were his friends and allies in this life adventure of his and looked after each one with exacting care. First editions and antique or unique books held a special place in his heart and until the last few weeks of his life he could be found
regularly combing the racks of markets, random book stores and second hand stores searching for a diamond in the rough. He had an uncanny ability to absorb and then recall much of the interesting information he read in his books…and he read voraciously!
Mike held several different jobs, including a handyman (“Mike the Handyman” in fact), a trapper (it wasn’t unusual to hear scratching sounds coming from a trap in the back of his truck of a critter being lovingly relocated to a more suitable park habitat), a superintendent at an apartment building and finally, up until retirement, many years in the Lumber Yard at Home Depot.
A lover of music, he played piano as a child then later in life picked up the guitar and harmonica, which he would play energetically while stomping his foot and side smiling. You’d regularly hear jazz and blues belting out from his vinyl record player (he had an extensive record collection) or perhaps even Honkey Tonk if he was in the mood.
Although all this information is interesting and wonderful, what you really should know is who Mike was as a person. His warm, bright soul infused all who met him with a glow of love and kindness. He lived his life with an unimaginable wholeheartedness that was infectious. If you were in his presence you were likely smiling. He told “Dad jokes”, made up complicated puns and generally made you giggle, in spite of yourself. He had a very unique sense of humour, sometimes baffling, the punch-line might hit you much later…or sometimes not at all, but his authentic joy at telling you the joke and jolly delivery would be enough to make anyone crack a grin. That twinkle in his eye was a carefree, child-like perspective Mike had which inevitably explains his pure and authentic connection with his grandkids.
He made you feel seen. Every person he encountered responded to him. He was disarming, gentleand friendly. And he was kind; genuinely, authentically kind. If you wanted to make Mike happy, let him do something for you: help you move house, pick you up from the airport/a party/the bus stop, lend you money, take you to dinner, feed your cat/dog/guinea pig, water your plants, buy you a beer or just listen quietly to your woes. He exuded generosity and found joy in helping others, every day of his life.
He is sorely missed by his daughters Amy and Kate, his grandchildren Sophie, Sebastian, Oliver and Willem, his friend and ex-spouse Arlene and her family, sons-in-law Shane and Chris, brothers John and David, sister-in-law Pat, niece and nephew Anne-Marie (Chris) and Fraser, his many friends, neighbours and acquaintances and all his newly found family. Mike’s family would like to thank the wonderful service, care and compassion provided by Eldercare Home Health.
The silvery strands of love and kindness that connected us all to Mike will continue to bring us together with warmth, affection, tenderness and friendship.
If you wish to remember Mike, please consider donating to your favourite charity in his honour.
Celebration of Life
A celebration of Mike’s life will be held in Toronto in the spring. Details will be forthcoming closer to the date. If you wish to be notified by email of the details, please contact:
ARIMA, Masayoshi Allan (Mush) died unexpectedly yet peacefully in Toronto on Sunday, January 13, 2019 at the ripe old age of 87.
Mush is survived by his wife Vi (nee Kai) of 58 years. He will be sadly missed by his sons Dwayne (Liane) and Keith (debi), granddaughters Kimiko and Asha and elder siblings Tak (Zen), Tosh (Koji) and Yonzie (Daisy). He leaves behind many relatives and friends to mourn his passing.
Mush was born in Marpole, British Columbia to Itaro and Samé Arima. He attended David Lloyd George Elementary School and experienced being removed from the school at the start of the war. His family was relocated to a Japanese internment camp. This later became a very passionate topic he was inspired to share with all generations, especially the youth. After the war, Hamilton, Ontario became his home where his independence took root. He attended F. R. Close Technical College where an apprenticeship in typography became a 40-year career at Cooper & Beatty. In his retirement his main joys were creating many heartfelt greeting cards on his beloved Mac and expanding his skills in the kitchen.
Mush requested a private cremation without any funeral service. It was his wish that his family and friends meet up at a local pub to share memories, laughs, and good times.