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Janice Palmer posted a condolence
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Alannah
I was sorry and surprised to hear that your Dad had passed away a couple of years ago.
He and I were friends for a couple of years when he lived in Burnaby. I think I met you once at your Grandpa's house.
Was Dennis I'll when he passed, as he always seemed so healthy when he and I were together.
Please give my condolences to your family.
Janice Palmer
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Alannah Stewartt lit a candle
Monday, February 2, 2015
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Alannah Stewartt posted a condolence
Saturday, January 31, 2015
My dad taught me how to eat ice cream at a very young age and I'm still practicing how to eat as much as he could. I will never forget the time he ate so much he made himself sick.
He was a "cowboy" the real deal. Big shiny belt buckle and the boots the match.
We spent many weekends at his special place, Black Mountain Ranch, camping and riding horses...and of course he had to ride the biggest horse "Princess". He loved to cook and was always in the kitchen cooking for the family. He once was a professional baker...that's probably why I became a chef.
He was a ladies man, he must have gotten that from me! I taught him everything he knows. He was know as "blue eyes" only he had those blue eyes. I got the green ones.
If you ever want to see my dad again, look into my eyes and you will see him, he lives on inside of me, funny thing is...he looks like me too. I will miss you dad but I will never forget you and the moments we shared. Your Son, Troy
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Alannah Stewartt posted a condolence
Saturday, January 31, 2015
When it came time to purchase my first vehicle he arranged for me to get a steal of a deal on a brand new jeep at a dealership his friend managed. I sat in that office deciding which model when a question arised that only he could answer. I called him. " Dad" I said " Armstrong or power-assisted stearing?" he replied "Armstrong" I can attest that Armstrong steering does in fact build muscles and I believe my bi-ceps grew to be as big and as strong as his! My brother remembers how I almost crashed into the wall when we drove it off the lot.
Something you may not know about my Dad is that he was adopted. He was his mother's pride and joy. It was them against the world. Sadly he lost his mom when he was just 16 years old and his dad lived to be 99. As the rest of the story goes he was conceived in the Interior of BC and his birth Mother came to Vancouver to give birth. An Irish girl. I later found some members of his biological family. It turns out they lived a few blocks away from where he built his house in Williams Lake. It doesn't surprise me that he finally settled in Cranbrook and that his kids were born in Prince George. The interior of BC was is in his blood.
My Dad was special. A sweet man, an easy to please, kind, simple soul, a traveller. A seeker of love and sometimes of himself. A handsome, charming, happy-go-lucky chap who loved big rigs, pick-up trucks, trains. The dining room table at my Grandfathers house had a train that would circle the table until dinner was served. Peanut butter by the spoonful, banana's dipped in peanut butter. Levi's. A horse lover. A cowboy. A child at heart.
I wonder if he knows how much he is loved?
I will miss you forever Daddy. It brings me peace to know you were surrounded by so many people that loved you. I hope Heaven is happy to have you back. I'm sure Grandpa and your Mom were at the gate eagerly awaiting your arrival, arms open with many stories to tell. I will hold you in my safe sacred place where I have always held you forever until we have ice-cream and rice krispies for breakfast again. I love you more.
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Alannah Stewartt posted a condolence
Saturday, January 31, 2015
My Dad: by his daughter Alannah page 1
In a photo album my Mom made for me is a picture of my Dad holding me 5 weeks home from the hospital. The caption beside it reads: Your Dad said "Do you think she knows how much she is loved?" I was born in Prince George BC. My parents had a little house with a stable, a goat, a dog and my horse named "Cindybar". Although I was very young I remember helping my dad peel logs for a fence and walking to the stable.
They moved back to the city and we lived with my Grandfather for a while. His house was the "hub" of all things family. That special place where the vegtables grew in the garden and dinner was always the main event. I have fond memories of my grandfather and my Dad bonding over a couple of Extra Old stocks, swanson's hungry man dinners on the tv trays in front of the tube waiting for the Disney Sunday movie to start.
My parents divorced when I was very young and although they went their seperate ways my Grandfather's house remained the center of his universe. That place where we could meet in the middle and carry on as we were. I will never forget the Giant "make-up" kit he bought me for Christmas one year and of course I was way too young to wear make-up. I spent hours applying the various layers of colors - one day, the browns. The next day the blues. Well it didn't take long until there was a family "intervention". My grandmother on my mothers side appointed her son, my Uncle Freddie, to have a "sit down" with me and discuss with how ridiculous I looked. He didn't win! I simply explained to him that "this is the way you wear make-up and my Dad had bought it for me so it was OK" I looked like a 9 year old rainbow and I wore that make-up proudly until there was nothing left.
He became a semi-truck driver. Something he always wanted to do. I would see a semi with the Tri-Mac logo on it drive by and I would always look in the window to see if it was him.
He loved ice-cream so much we had to go to Dairyland to pick-up the "5 gallon" tubs of banana fudge ripple. Whenever he picked me and my little brother up the first stop was always Baskin Robbins and I can tell you "Jamocha Almond Fudge" comes highly recommended by him!
He used to tell a story of being a teenager, how he got away with nothing and his sister got away with everything. His job was to wash the dishes and her's to dry them. But she would let them air dry. So he would walk throught the kitchen every half hour and pour water on them and say "There's no way she's getting away with that!"
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