Name: Foster's Garden Chapel
Address: Calgary, AB

Ryan's Memories of Grandma (2012)
 
Getting an ice cream pail and filling it with raspberries, after eating your fill of course

Grandma taking charge of things when we moved to the little house, she marched back to the garage, got out the lawnmower and the cord and proceeded to "show us how to get it done" until she ran over the cord.......

Slicing apples with carbon steel paring knives that made your thumb black, all worth it once you tasted the pie.

Grandma's buns at Christmas dinners - there were no equal

The smell of dough rising in her bathroom.  You knew you were in for a treat, either buns or the famous cinnamon buns were soon to go in the oven.

Staying over and putting toast in her 1947 stainless steel toaster and eating a refrigerated bowl of stewed rhubarb and raspberries... delicious!

Rose Milk always in the bathroom
The rocking chair.

Metal kitchen cabinets
Learning the hard way to always be gracious to your host via "the stew incident"

Grandma in charge while Mom and Susan went to Europe... we have never been so well behaved.

Voice tapes from California
Outrageous floral shirts

Three Letter word for role model - Iva

Seven letter word for matriarch - Grandma

Crossword guru, her influence still has me enjoying crosswords to this day, I can't do one without thinking... Grandma would know this one
Waste not want not
Uno
Card holders for small hands made from two yogurt lids stapled together

Bridge

Cruising down the street in the blue LTD.
The Ouija board in "the basement". 

Bringing slippers to someone else's house

Ryan Gilhooly, Denver, CO

James' Memories of Grandma (2013)

I remember the fact that even though Grandma wanted to treat everybody fairly, that secretly I was always her favorite and she always knew how to make me feel that way.  At the same time I always made her feel that she was my favorite as well, by helping her up the stairs or walking her or doing whatever she needed.

I always remember when we lived with Grandma how much she fussed over us and how many vegetables I had to eat.  Now it's like Mom's Sunday dinners are a result of Grandma's daily dinners where you had a minimum of 3 vegetables and a starch - technically 4 vegetables.  

Grandma taught me how to play crib - it‘s something that I have passed on to my wife and taught her how to play, and is something we play very regularly. My wife has won - but it doesn‘t happen very often…  I mean who‘s keeping score anyway!  (Grandma!) 

Obviously the cinnamon buns  

Staying at Grandma's house made a big impact on all of our lives .  We were taken right out of our comfort zone and into Grandma's house.  We made friends and stuff and it was nice because we got to see Granddad a little more.  He came home twice a week on the handi-bus and we would visit him and have supper together.  That night he would leave and I would always think that was the strangest marriage in the world - your husband is only at home twice a week - but that was their relationship then.  It was weird but it was good because I think we got to know Granddad a little better that way.

Grandma really liked Genevieve! (Zendene)  And I think Zendene knew how much Grandma meant to me and kind of jumped in there and made her mean as much to her as she did to me.

I love you Grandma - that's all...

James Gilhooly, Calgary, AB

Zendene's Memories of Grandma (2013)

Red wine!  

One visit, I had bought her a loonie store wine glass that was pink and we didn't tell her where we were going - we just wrapped her up and said, “Get on the wheelchair!” And then James rolled her outside.  We took her to the baseball park and then we drank wine, and she's like “Oooh - the cops are going to get us!”  We made Grandma feel really good - she went to bed at 6 o‘clock that night. After that she always teased me about helping her break the law and be illegal! 

I did her hair when she was in the hospital.  

She made me feel like she was one of my grandmas.

She wanted me to marry James (And I did!)

Zendene Gilhooly, Calgary, AB


Robin's Memories of Grandma (2012)

I really got to know Grandma when I was a student in my first year at Mount Royal.  I took a women's studies course and wrote a paper by interviewing Grandma.  I learned about her childhood living on a farm in Saskatchewan and her young adulthood.  I looked up to Grandma as she showed even back then that women can go get an education, and she allowed herself to follow her goals.  Grandma served in the war, and pursued these goals before settling down to get married.  To me she showed so much strength, and has taught me, as a woman, to explore my goals.  Grandma was also a bit of a rebel.  When she was in the services she did try to buy alcohol even though women weren't allowed in the liquor store..  

I have fond memories of living with Grandma for two summers as a student.  We shared many dinners and conversations.  Grandma used to check my room when I was at work to see if I made my bed and to see if I hung up my clothes properly!

I have memories of:
 • Family functions
 • Happy Hour
 • Visits at the lodge and Bethany
 • Crib, No Peaky Poker and Rummy
 • I'm right you're wrong!
 • Buns and cinnamon buns (remember forgetting the salt at my place.)
 • Roast beef dinners with cheesy caramelized onions.
 • Ham dinners
 • Mary had a little Lamb (on the piano)
 • Coming for visits at Buffalo and Pigeon Lake
 • Her apple tree with the green worms with horns.
 • Apple pies with cheese
 • Playing in the park with cousins
 • Visits with Grandpa and Grandma when he came home from the Bethany
 • Buying her 1990 Honda for $5000.00 with only 32,000 KM.
 • Planting bedding out plans
 • Sock-monkey
 • Nobody likes me everybody hates, I'm going eat some worm
 • Shuffle card machine
 • Her many clip boards
 • Macaroons and chocolate in bed
 • Nap time
 • Buying coasters for mom with her big blue car
 • Learning how to knit
 • Dressing up with cousins in her old clothes
 • Her gift for talking

Always Loved, Robin

Russell's Memories of Grandma (2012)

When I reflect upon memories of Grandma, several instantly come to mind.  I often have great memories of family gatherings at the old Peel family residence.  All the family and cousins would gather for special dinners that were sure to be complimented with grandma's amazingly delicious apple pies and unforgettable cinnamon rolls.  Often pre-dinner activities included playing with all the cousins in the park behind Grandma's house and in the backyard around and under the large crab apple tree...the vital source of apples that lead to many post-dessert naps on the sofa.  These were special times for all of us.

Another fond memory I have of Grandma is from the summer after my first year of college.  Robin and I had gotten a summer job with the city of Calgary working for the parks division and were stationed at Confederation Park together.  More times than not, I remember the weather being rainy and cold that summer.  The long and cold walk home was often a dreadful thought in our minds the entire day. However, on such days,Grandma's kind heart and warmth would shine through, coming to pick us up with a warm drink and snack in hand.  Despite being over 80 years old and near the end of her driving days, she came to the rescue numerous times.  I will never forget her kindness.

Some of my most recent memories of Grandma are also very precious to me.  Last August my wife Noriko and I celebrated our wedding at the Calgary zoo.  One of my dreams was to have my wedding at the Calgary zoo in the African Safari area I helped to build before coming to Japan, roughly ten years ago.  Everything came together perfectly that day and two of the most important guests for us were both of my grandmothers.  Both my Nana and Grandma were able to come and celebrate with me one of the greatest moments of my life.  Sadly both of them have passed on to a better place, however memories of them and all they have done for me will live on forever.  

Thank you for everything you have given me Grandma, for without you I would not exist.  May you shine down on us with your love and kindness from the Universe above...

Love, Russell

Shannon's Tribute on February 10, 2012
 (on behalf of all the grandchildren)

Good afternoon.  I'm Shannon, Iva's eldest grandchild.  I don't often wear bright lipstick, but Grandma always liked it, on herself and others. 

A wise man once said:  "When you are born, you cry, and the world rejoices.  when you die, you rejoice, and the world cries."  I believe Grandma is rejoicing now; she had told us she was ready to go and she lived an amazingly long rich life.  Although it hurts to say goodbye, we have so many wonderful memories. 

I thought I'd begin by sharing some things from her littlest loved ones" (DVD video of Jasper saying the Lord's prayer). I feel sad that they won't get to know her the way we did, but I know those little boys brought a lot of sunshine into her last few years. 

But Grandma wasn't one much for sentimentality, so let's start with her secret to long life...she told me that the reason she lived so long was because she grew up eating MEAT three times a day on the farm.  She prided herself on her constitution and liked to claim that she had a cast-iron stomach.  She proved this by keeping salad dressing in her refrigerator for several **years.** past expiry date.  It's funny because in her later years, she often said she didn't care much for food, that it just needed to hit her stomach, but so many of our childhood memories of Grandma involve our taste buds.  

Almost as soon as we could walk, she had us outside in her beloved backyard garden, hunting for raspberries in the dark, prickly bushes.  We always ate more than we picked of course, but she was patient with us, teaching us how to handle the canes gently and to look up from the ground level to see the fruit handing above.  She also had an apple tree back there which produced what she called a "transparent apple' - sour and not requiring peeling.  Every fall, she collected the apples off the ground (I'm not sure why we never picked them before this point) and we would organize an old--fashioned pie-making bee, filling the family freezers.  Grandma was very firm in all her opinions and would remind us that lard makes a flakier crust than Crisco. 

She would know.  She was quite a baker and we all looked forward especially to her homemade rolls and cinnamon buns of which 'there was no equal'.  She had quite a sweet tooth and spoiled us with other treats like sunflower-seed cookies, lemon butter from scratch and preserved stewed rhubarb or pears from the cold room.  She also hostessed many delicious family dinners, always retiring to 'her' rocking chair afterwards, one stockinged-slippered foot out in front of her jiggling away, enjoying the company of her beloved family. 

Grandma was a teacher and as many in this room know, she never really stopped giving instructions!  She taught us about digging in the dirt, about the value and joy of reading and writing, about washing your face thoroughly before bed.  She showed us how to darn a sock using a light bulb, knit a cozy scarf, and the 'proper' way to iron a shirt.  She introduced us to the fun of getting mail by sending audio cassette letters from CA and a million ways to pinch a penny, including coupon wallets, buying Co-op vegetable beef soup on special, and doing things yourself.  One time, she saw a job that needed to be handled.  She marched back to the garage, got out the lawnmower, and the cord and proceeded to 'show us how to get it done' - that is until she ran over the cord.  But that is how Grandma was - a force to be reckoned with.  

There was a wonderful enthusiasm to her; a confidence in her opinion and abilities that was ahead of her time.  She told us stories of her stellar school grades, of scrimping for months to pay off a gorgeous fur coat with her own money, of how she was drawn to our grandfather 'instinctively' because of his good character.  She drove her blue Ford LTD with a heavy foot on the gas and an even heavier foot on the brake.  When she replaced it with a Honda Civic, she zipped around all the more, dashing to the Bethany to visit Grandad, or to rescue us from a long, cold walk home.  She even let us drive.  In short, she didn't treat us like children, but just as people she enjoyed spending time with.

Of all her interests, she was probably most passionate about two.  And she shared them with us of course: cards and crossword puzzles.  She started us young, bribing us with chocolate macaroons in wee dishes at her kitchen table.  Ever thrifty and creative, she stapled small yogurt lids together to make card-holders for our little hands.  We learned No Peeky Poker and Uno before we could read and as we grew, she introduced us to crib, whist and even bridge for some.  Grandma played to win and taught us to do so as well. 

She was a great believer in routine and for as long as she could possibly manage, she did a crossword daily, preferably from the Calgary Herald.  Always a shard 2HB pencil and her well-honed strategy; we loved to them together, exclaiming when the missing answer finally came to one of us.  Although Grandma wasn't awake, Susan and I had just finished a puzzle across her hospital bed less than an hour before she passed.  

I'll conclude by leaving you with Grandma's own words, from the inscription to a memory book she and I compiled to celebrate a milestone:"I'm no role model by any means - but suggest you all remain true to your upbringing.  You and I have been so fortunate in this respect: home, family and country have all been a part of what we are.  Remember, 'waste not, want not.'  My love is with each of you..."

Judy's Tribute on February 10, 2012

Mom liked things done her way.  She and I joked for years that the best way for us to have a good relationship was for Mom to say "Jump!" and for me to say, "How high?"  When she turned 80, I tried to make that happen for her - at least on our weekly day together.

I must have inherited my teaching bones from my Mother.  As children we got to see Mom in action when she became the community kindergarten teacher.  Recently I found all her kindergarten class pictures from 1961-1975, complete with the names of all her students in her handwriting.  You knew those years held a lot meaning for her, and you also knew she created a real legacy for a lot of children.  I shared that love of teaching with Mom and she and I often swapped teaching stories.  I had seen a great role model in Mom - it was easy for me to follow her strong example and her great work ethic in my teaching career.

Mom was always my "go-to" person.  She had a way of really hearing what I had to say and when I got very emotional, she would get very practical.  If I was hurt she did her best to make me feel better.  I well remember the horror and the pride I felt, when in Grade 6 my Mom phoned and told a 'so called' friend's mother that her daughter had treated me badly and that something needed to be done about that because it needed to stop.  Mom had an "or else" quality to her voice.  She often stood up for me and fought some battles that I couldn't seem to fight for myself, and that continued even into my adult life.  Sometimes I thought she knew better than I when I needed help.  Mom was quite courageous and always willing to right any wrongs as best she could.  She was very sure of herself.   

Mom was wonderfully supportive and was able to attend many events that mattered most to me,  She came to hear my piano recitals, she attending my CGIT events, and even attended school concerts, when I was the teacher, not the student.  She could also be found in attendance at many a Sweet Adeline event and that continued right up to December of 2012.  Of course many thanks there to my husband Tom, who was always willing and able to escort Mom to those Adeline events and make certain she was well taken care of when she got there.  

Mom loved kids and I loved kids!  Was that nature or nurture?  All I know is that our shared love of children was on many levels.  We had endless conversations about school kids and then one day we could talk about my own kids and her grand-kids.  There was so much joy in Mom's life when each of her 5 grandchildren were born.  She was always interested in them and was available to help them or be there in some way for each of them.  Mom's home was always open and available for visits and you knew that you were always welcome.  

Mom liked her drinks and in her later years became quite the wine drinker.  At her recent 97th birthday party, when asked what she'd like the most - she answered, "Wine!"  Mom always thought it made things more festive and for her that was certainly true.  Years back when I was taking Mom to the liquor store and her favorite beverage then was vodka, she would ask the proprietors for a bottle of Alberta Gold, which always amused me.  She really meant to ask for Alberta Vodka - Alberta Gold is the name of my Sweet Adeline chorus.  Hopefully both of those made her feel more festive!

Most of our lives Mom didn't show her affection and in fact seemed quite uncomfortable with any of that touchy stuff.  That wasn't my way, but I just did what Mom preferred - life was always easier that way.  But when mom was in her 90's, I told her we were going to do it my way now.  I hugged her every time we were together, and at first she just endured it, but then slowly but surely things changed.  Then one day she hugged me back - and what a joy that was for me.  It took about 2 years for it to happen, and she always gave me credit for teaching her how to hug.  I was so glad we had a few years of expressing ourselves that way.  When I told her I loved her, she would say, "Ditto!"

I am so glad that I retired early so as to have some meaningful times with Mom.  Our Tuesdays together were precious.  Mom and I got to know other on a much deeper lever and for that I am grateful.  I will miss her counsel, her interest, her concern and her support, because even at age 97 she was still a devoted mother.

It is with great sadness and feeling that I say good-bye to a woman who lived life well and made all the difference to mine!

I love you Mom!

Bob's Tribute on February 10, 2012

Dear family and friends.

It is sad to say goodbye to Iva but it is good that mom is no longer suffering. Over the past few months Iva reflected on her past and she shared thoughts in a diary. That helped me write this eulogy.
 
Iva Mathilda Peel was born January 19th, 1915 at Minneapolis, Minnesota. The Norwegian Foshager family, including Marion, Margaret, Jeanette and Juneau travelled from the family homestead in Atwater Saskatchewan so Iva could be born in the hospital there. My grandparents were hoping for a boy and when another girl was born, grand-dad Iver decided to name the baby Iva after his namesake. After Iva's birth the family returned to the family farm. The next year grandmother had another baby and this time it was a boy. Uncle Ivor was their last child and he grew up with five older sisters.
 
The Foshager family life was very important to Iva. She was especially appreciative of her mother Mathilda who balanced the needs of each of her children and made them feel valued and treasured. It was an approach that Iva would follow when she had her own family.
 
Iva attended elementary grades at Atwater. She moved to Yorkton for high school and to Regina for teaching certification. Her first teaching assignment, teaching grades 1 to 8, was at Barra, close to the homestead and Iva went to work in a horse and buggy. Her second placement was at Killaly where she boarded in the hotel. On weekends Iva would travel home and her brother Ivor would bring the horse and buggy and meet her at the train station, at 2 am to take her home. Iva learned how to drive her father's 1926 Model T Ford. She bought her first car from her savings. Teaching salary was very poor during the Depression. One of Iva's pay records lists $454 as the annual salary.
 
World War 11 brought opportunities and Iva took advantage of them, moving to Ottawa as an administrative RCMP assistant, and in August 1943 enlisting with the Royal Canadian Air Force. Iva trained as a Leading Aircraft Woman and she was posted to Vancouver until her discharge in November 1945. Iva enjoyed the war years. She was able to get more education, meet new friends and travel. Death and suffering did not touch her like it did for so many.
 
In 1945 on a train trip to Bethune Saskatchewan, Iva met a young pilot officer, Russell Joseph Peel and later at the dance Iva described their behaviour as chummy. Both were quite ready to get married but it took a long time for Dad to call Mom for a date. Russ and Iva married in a private wedding ceremony at Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan in 1947. Dad got a job with the post office in Regina. Shortly after Judy and Bob were born and the family qualified for a wartime house on Charles Crescent.
 
The family moved to Calgary in 1952. Much to Russ and Iva's surprise another member was added to the family: in 1956 Susan was born to Iva at age 41. The growing family needed a larger home and a new home was purchased. It was here in Calgary at 27 Croydon Road that Judy, Bob and Susan spent their formative years. It was a great time to raise kids. The economy was booming after the war and people were motivated to family life. But there were some challenges. By 1960 Russell had been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, an illness that would eventually claim his life. Iva was hospitalized for gall stones and surgery revealed that she had a horseshoe kidney and this complication needed to be dealt with. As a teenager I was very afraid for my parents. I thought mom was going to die back in the 1960s.
 
Dad's career provided security but not wealth. By the time Russell retired in 1970, he had just started earning over $10,000 a year. Mom went back to work to help out. As a kindergarten teacher, she influenced many children in the community. Iva handled all the family finances and every penny was squeezed. The Peels were not a wealthy family but we were rich in spirit. With strong family support, Judy, Bob and Susan graduated from university. In retirement Russell was awarded a veteran's disability pension and soon he became a skilled investor. Dad made money on the stock market and Mom started giving it away to the kids- a practice that she continued until a few months ago. Although mom squeezed the pennies hard, she didn't waste any on herself- she was generous to her children and grandchildren.
 
As a widow, Iva remained a strong person and planned her life's journey, making appropriate choices like giving up her car at the right time. Iva has always been opinionated and sometimes her bluntness has shocked her family and friends. She once had a key chain that said I'm right - you're wrong. The key chain pretty well says it all. A strong will helped mom deal with dementia that slowly robbed her memory. She coped by organizing her activities- crossing off the days on the calendar, giving the nurses and attendants advice whether they wanted it or not and making sure her kids knew her expectations.
 
Last week after Mom had been admitted to hospital emergency, she decided to take charge. She told the nurses that nothing was wrong with her and she was ready to go home. It took repeated explaining to convince her to stay for one week at the Rocky View Hospital.  Later after the nurses and doctors had left, Iva confided to her children that she knew what the hospital was up to. They were just putting her through tests so they could charge her. When we explained that Alberta Health Care would cover all the costs, she said: "no, they won't cover all the costs" and she reminded me that the last time she stayed in the Foothills Hospital they charged her. I remember now, they did. A few months ago when mom was fretting about finances I told her to stop worrying about it and let her children handle it. Iva replied back, "I can't help it- it's my nature"
 
That's Iva. Picture her, till the day she died, taking control of situations and keeping an eye on the finances. What a character!

Susan Peel's Tribute (2012)

Mom and I were very close. She was literally my first teacher, as I was a member of her first kindergarten class at Cambrian Heights. I had a happy childhood with lots of freedom. Mom let me be an independent, latch-key kid, who was free to stay home alone, or go on my own adventures to the playground, Confederation Park, the grave yard, baseball games, music lessons, and friends houses near and far. I remember mom calling me to dinner from the playground by blowing a police whistle. 
 
My parents loved and respected each other which made home a secure place. The only enemy there was disease - my dad's rheumatoid arthritis and my juvenile diabetes. Mom began worrying about me in my teenage years and I gave her good reason to.
 
Mom was fiercely independent and adventuresome. She was a career woman long before the woman's movement and her work took her to many towns and cities. Mom remained adventuresome all her life. At age 85, she went with me by bus to celebrate New Year's Eve 2000 at Calgary Olympic Plaza.  Other times she joined Judy and I at Sweet Adeline conventions, pushing her way on to the shuttle buses and staying in her own hotel room. 
 
Mom valued family above all else. This included her own family and her family of origin. Often she would tell us how blessed she was to have children and grandchildren living nearby. Mom would reminisce about her good upbringing and her close connections with her sisters who she missed deeply after they died. They kept regular contact through letters. Mom and dad had some good times with mom's sisters and their husbands, especially during their years as snowbirds to Hemet, California. It was a joy to see my dad get artificial hips and knee joints, and a new lease on life.
 
Later, when I was going through a divorce and when I lost my job, mom and dad encouraged me to move back home. I was living there when my dad died in 1992 at the Bethany Care Centre. After dad died, mom and I grew even closer. She helped me when I lost some of my eye sight. Mom and I went to church together for about 10 years until it was too hard for her to hear the sermon. Mom was an avid reader, good at math, crossword puzzles and preparing income tax returns and she enjoyed her daily soap operas. She loved playing bridge and whist and learned to enjoy playing crib in the past year. 
 
For many years mom played bridge with a ladies' group in Cambrian Heights, and she and dad regularly played bridge with neighbours Sally and Joe Wilton. Later she played bridge and whist groups at the Manor at Huntington Hills and with Judy, Tom and I. Jean Hall, the last member of mom's neighbourhood ladies bridge group, called me last Tuesday to say how much she cared for mom and that mom was such a smart woman. Mom would agree, but in more recent years mom would tell Jean that she was not like she used to be. 
 
Mom was distressed about losing her mental and physical abilities in old age. She wanted to leave this world while she still had her wits about her. She was still reading and playing cards, mostly crib, up until a week before she died. 
 
On January 13, mom visited my house and managed to walk up and down seven stairs. It was her idea to come over for wine, dinner and a game of whist with me, Judy and Tom.  On January 19, the family celebrated her 97 birthday with a potluck dinner at the Bethany. 
 
The last time I saw mom conscious in the hospital, she asked me to take her home. It broke my heart. My answer was "Ask God to take you home." Two days later she died.

Judy, Bob, Susan, Shannon,Robin and all of Iva's grandchildren; My deepest sympathy for your loss but please know that I watched the care and concern each of you had for your Mom/Grandmother and hope you all at least feel good about the part you have played in making her feel loved and cared for these last few years. She was special and she was treated that way. You have all done well! Tom

What a wonderful aunt she was.  I am so disappointed that I wasn't able to attend the funeral.  I will never forget her.  Best wishes to all my cousins.

Evelyn RÃ¤dler, Munich Germany

Hi, Judy, Bob, Susan and the rest of the family.  You are constantly in my thoughts.  Obviously, Iva was a very important part of your life so I am sure you will feel a void as a result.  That is still a positive as you were much closer to your Mom than I was to mine!  Enjoy your memories of her as your Mom, Grandma, or Great Grandma and remember that she had a long and wonderful life with your families.

Cousin Don

Judy,Bob.Susan,I have lot,s of memories Aunt Iva looking after Greg & I,and all the games she use to like to play with us I even remember cricket&boots     Mark Mossfeldt.

Judy, Bob and Susan - Very sorry to hear of Iva's passing.  I last saw her and Russ in 1989 when I was visiting my grandmother, Jean Gilding, at the Bethany in Calgary.  Iva always impressed me with her strength of character and great sense of humor, and my thoughts are with all of you at this sad time.

Dear Judy, Bob, and Susan
  Our deepest condolances to you and yours in the loss of your mother.
  Shirley says fondest goodbye to a very special lady, we both will miss her
  remembering the happy times like the annual family Christmas dinner.
  She was a lovely person and very special to all of us.

  all our love

  Shirley and Walt Gilding, and family

Judy, Tom, Shannon, James, Ryan, Megan, James & Zendene.

Our sincere sympathy at the loss of your mother / grandmother.  Our thoughts and prayers are with you as you celebrate her life, the amazing person she was and the profound influence she made in your lives.  Love  Stella & Garry and family

Sorry to hear of your mothers' passing. You have a lot of support from family which will hopefully ease the pain. 
With deepest sympathy, Elaine Newby

I am so sorry to hear of Iva's passing.  I am Dorothy Freese ( Myrtle Foshager's  Daughter) I was so pleased to meet Iva in Regina when I visited there.  She was the last surviving child of Ivor Foshager.  Vernon Foshager (my uncle) is the latest survivor from Jacob's family.  It has been great knowing our Canada cousins.  You will be in my prayers during this difficult time.   Love to all,  Dorothy

Bob and Mary Ann, my deepest condolences to you all.  Though your loss is so great and you miss her,  cherish your wonderful memories and know she is at peace.

Judy and family,
I am so sorry to hear of the passing of your mother.  I have many fond memeories of the times that I spent with you and your mother when we were teenagers.
Sincerely,
Lois Kelly(Trevor)

Bob and Mary Ann

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief due to the loss of your mother. May your memories bring you comfort.

OBITUARY

Iva M. Peel

19 January, 1915 – 1 February, 2012

Foster's Garden Chapel Funeral Home & Crematorium

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