OBITUARY

Mr. Robert "Bob" Carter

15 September, 193111 June, 2021

We sadly announce the passing of Robert Carter at the Cornwall Community Hospital on Friday, June 11, 2021 at the age of 89. Known to many as Bob and to his nearest and dearest as Dad or Pa, he will be missed for his teasing stories, his tuneful whistling, his competitive spirit, his fondness for dessert before supper, his generosity with pennies for his well-stocked gumball machine, his invention and stealthy application of The Claw, and the mischievous twinkle in his eye. He was the king of the card table, an avid bowler, partial to darts, sandbags, and horseshoes, and getting lucky at the slots. He retired from Courtaulds and became a warm and familiar presence behind the bar at The Moose Lodge. His true passion, though, was fishing. There was no better time spent than on the boat with him in the very early morning, fishing for perch in the St. Lawrence River with bamboo poles and worms he paid his grandkids a nickel a piece to collect. They say old fishermen never die, they just smell that way. He is survived by his beloved wife of nearly 70 years, Eva, his children Dale (Marina), Sandy (Robert), and Jim (Tammy), grandkids Jay, Jessica, Tessa, Jana, Jeremy, Melissa, Matthew, Samantha, and Julia, great-grandchildren Brady, Jack, Ben, Ella, Brayden, and Jordan, and siblings Joan, Brian and Susan. Bob is predeceased by parents Leonard and Irene and siblings Dawn and Ronnie. Celebrate his life by telling an off-colour joke in his honour or toasting him with a Moose Fart Shot. A Memorial Mass will be held privately. As expressions of sympathy, Memorial Donations to the Canadian Cancer Society would be appreciated by the family.

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Meghan Carter

10 July 2021

Aunt Eva and Family,
I was saddened to hear of uncle Bob's passing and wanted to send my condolences to you all❤
I have nothing but good memories of the time I spent with uncle Bob and aunt Eva🙂
I hope you all are able to find comfort knowing that this isn't the end and you will be together again one day in our eternal lives in Heaven❤
Love Meghan Carter xox

Lucie Levesque

5 July 2021

Dear Mrs. Carter and family,
I have just found out today, on July 5th, that Mr Carter has passed away. I want to take a moment to extend our deepest sympathies from the entire Clément family. Mr. Carter was a very dear friend of my father Ervin, (aka Clem) and we all have many fond memories of him. What I admired most about Mr. Carter was the fact that his friendship with Dad continued right up until the end. Even after mom passed away, he would still take Dad out fishing and visit him on a weekly basis. Theirs was a true example of a sincere and great friendship. I always had so much respect for him. What a great man he was. May you take solace in the fond memories you have of him and in knowing that he leaves behind such a great legacy. ❤️
Lucie Clément Levesque

Adèle Bourget

19 June 2021

Dear Sandy,
My heartfelt sympathies on the lost of your dear father. May you find love and comfort from those who surround you. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Joan Wissell

15 June 2021

Dear Eva, Dale, Jim, Sandy and families,

Sending my condolences to all of you on the loss of a dear husband, father, grandfather, and uncle.
Bob was a great guy . My memories are that he was a quiet guy who loved his family. I'm sure he will be missed.
Love and prayers to you all.

Joan Wissell (Ezard)

Kay Stone

15 June 2021

My sympathy on the news of Bob’s passing to the family we enjoyed his company and Bob could brighten your day with a story whether long or short. He was a great guy ❤️
Cheers with a Moose Fart shot!

John and Agathe Peters

14 June 2021

To Dale and the Carter family,
Our sincere condolences to you all. Hold dear the happy memories of Bob. He will continue to guide you from above. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

DORIS CARTER

14 June 2021

Dear Eva, Sandra, Jim, Dale and all family members
I was very sad to hear about Bob's passing. He was a very nice guy. I didn't know him as well as your children and grand-children but, Bob was a very good man and I always enjoyed your visits. I hope that Bob and Ron are up there somewhere discussing this sad turn of events. I know I already miss him as I do Ron. If I can be of any assistance, please let me know - I'm not far away
All my love and my sincere sympathy to all.
Doris

Ginette and Gil Souliere

14 June 2021

always will a remember his smile and good humor .take care Sandy and matante

Micheline Lariviere

14 June 2021

Eva and Carter Family,
So very sorry for your loss, please accept my deepest sympathy.

Connie Augi

14 June 2021

Sandy and Family,

My sincere sympathies on the passing of your Dad. Hold dear in your hearts the memories. Thoughts and prayers at this difficult time.

Connie

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Bob with son-in-law Robert and great-granddaughter Ella, offering him a chip.

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Bob and Eva celebrating their 56th wedding anniversary at the Moose, 2007

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Bob having a moment with great-grandaughter Ella, held by Tessa

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Dancing with granddaughter Jess at the Moose Lodge, 2007

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Bob and Eva Carter with granddaughter Tessa and husband Chris Harrison.

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Bob and Eva Carter on their 51st wedding anniversary
July 2002

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Bob and Eva Carter playing dress-up at a wedding, November 2011

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Bob Carter and his favourite grandson-in-law, Chris Harrison

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Biography

Robert Leonard Carter was born September 15, 1931, to Leonard and Irene (Heath) Carter.
Bob grew up with siblings Joan, Susan, Dawn, Ronnie, and Brian.
He loved his parents deeply; Eva recalls that Leonard's death was the one and only time she ever saw Bob cry. Leonard Carter was an affable and honourable man by all accounts, as beloved as they come. Irene Carter was diminutive in stature but had a feisty personality. She was smart and funny and lucky at bingo.

Bob and his future bride Eva both worked at Courtaulds but met when they were set up on a blind date by her sister Jean. Eva often teased that her interest in him couldn't have been due to his height, so it must have been his motorcycle.
By Easter 1951, Bob was ready to put a ring on it. He didn't so much propose as showed Eva the rings at Murray's jewelry store and asked her which one she wanted. They were married just a few short months later in front of 50 guests at St Felix de Valois church, at 11 o'clock in the morning on July 21st.They honeymooned in Niagara Falls after a luncheon at the bride's parents' home.

Bob and Eva had three children together: Dale, Sandy, and Jim. Their kids went forth and multiplied, delivering 9 grandchildren to the mix.
Dale (and wife Marina)'s children are Jeremy and Melissa; their family settled near Vancouver, B.C. Sandy's daughters are Jay, Jessica, Tessa, and Jana; the girls grew up in Cornwall but now span 3 provinces: Ontario, Quebec, and New Brunswick. Jim (and wife Tammy)'s kids are Matthew, Samantha and Julia; they all reside in Orleans, Ontario. From these, 6 great-grandchildren were born: Brady and Jack to Tessa (and Chris), Ben and Ella to Jess (and Chris), and Brayden and Jordan to Jeremy (and Dalia).

Bob and Eva often entertained family and friends in their home. Bob would put on some country - western on his record player, humming along, frequently to Johnny Cash. When his grandkids were small, he would sing and dance along with them, grabbing their hands, and following them to the front entrance where the toe-tapping made a terrific clatter thanks to the right set of tiles and surprisingly good acoustics.. As they grew bigger, he'd challenge them to games of darts or sandbags in the basement - or to lawn-darts in the backyard. For adults, he served dandelion wine or orange slush from the freezer, both of which he made himself.

He was an endearingly competitive man. He'd get a deck of cards out almost immediately after dinner, shuffling with more precision and professionalism than a Vegas dealer. He always played well, and always seemed to have an ace up his sleeve. The family often played 31 for pennies, and he'd generously donate his earnings to his grandkids to use in his gum machine downstairs.

He played darts and horseshoes and bowling in leagues, and the rear window of his Buick often contained some of his many trophies. He was generous with his time, always willing to teach others how to play or how to improve their game.

Bob teased everyone he loved. He teased his adult daughter Sandy about a certain caramel incident that happened to her as a baby. He teased his sons about getting older, though as the patriarch there was no one older than he. He teased his granddaughters about boyfriends, and Tessa in particular about her love of the Toronto Maple Leafs, though he himself was a fan. He'd watch games from his recliner but always had a sense of humour about their record. He liked western movies too, and western books.

He wasn't a cowboy, though, he was a fisherman. His boat was simple, an aluminum hull with a red stripe, and an outboard motor. Its bench seating could sit a few passengers, and though his main partner was always his wife Eva, he might also bring along kids, grandkids, even his old friend Clem. He fished with simple bamboo poles and little red and white bobbers, using worms for bait. He knew the St. Lawrence River like the back of his hand. He knew every reed bed, every ripple, every spot where the fish would bite, and when. He didn't need a fish finder but he had one, perhaps the only gadget in his otherwise old-school rig. He'd head out as the sun was rising, dressing in layers as the weather would inevitably turn warmer over the hours he'd spent out there, the sun reflecting off the water, turning his chest, face, and arms the darkest shade of tan, but leaving his jeans-clad legs lily-white. He never made anyone feel bad for being too squeamish to bait their own hooks, or to take the fish off them. He did all the work and kept fishing fun for his guests, but he always kept careful score of the catch, and wouldn't head home until he was the clear winner, even if his opponent was his very young grandson, Matthew. He fished for perch, and kept friends and family in good supply. Fish feasts at his home were highly anticipated, his catch so fresh it ruined other fish for everyone who tasted it.

He wasn't much of a cook, but he did help Eva bake her famous apple pies. "Help" may be overstating it, but he did use an apple peeler to peel the apples from the trees in their backyard. It was a tool not unlike the one in his garage, used to skin the fish he caught. His garage always smelled accordingly. Aside from the apple trees, his backyard always had a garden, where he and Eva would toil, and weed, and water, their bounty including radishes, green onions, and string beans.

Bob's belly was always grumbling, so he'd set the table sometimes more than an hour in advance of meals. He'd set the table with veggies from their garden, and cheese they kept fresh under a dome. He'd spend the afternoon sneaking pieces of cheese until dinner was served around 4:30pm. Away from home, he'd be the first in line to serve himself. When asked which of the options he'd like for dessert, he almost always answered "one of each." At family dinners, he remembered who among us drank wine, and who didn't. He didn't drink coffee, and would always remind everyone of this fact. After dinner, he would stealthily stalk his guests still seated around the table, surprising one lucky victim with The Claw. After your heart rate returned to normal, you'd be secretly proud and flattered to be the chosen one.

He drove slowly. Agonizingly slowly. He had a story for every house or plot of land you passed. He wore driving slippers and a flat cap.

He and his wife always loved to go dancing. Chuck Berry's Johnny B. Goode never failed to get him on the dancefloor.

He loved to visit casinos, and like his mother before him, he was often lucky, though his winnings were usually small potatoes.

He was a long-standing member of The Moose Lodge. He served as an officer for years, and was often seen behind its bar, slinging drinks and greeting everyone by name. He showed up for breakfasts and spaghetti dinners, and he and Eva were mainstays

They were a very social couple, with lots of friends who'd drop in for visits. No one left without hearing "Come again!" Bob enjoyed spending time with his siblings, playing cards, drinking beers, and trading stories about life and family, including his numerous nieces and nephews.

He always had a joke to tell, often prompting Eva to scandalously shout "Bob!" when they were off-colour. He even had a joke for the priest at church. As a regular parishioner at St. Peter's Catholic church, he was well-known, and proud to attend with his extended family on holidays. On regular Sundays it was like hitting the jackpot if you spotted him in the pews.

He drew horses really well.

He called everyone a dingbat.

He sang songs about dogs pooping and little lambs eating ivy. He never said no to a karaoke mic.

His snores could drown out a freight train.

He was a soft drink drinker. While Zellers was open, the fridge was stocked with RC Cola. It was a privilege to go down to cold storage or the bar fridge to help him bring up drinks. Later he'd switch to Diet Pepsi. For many years he was religious about saving the tabs from each can, for charitable purposes.

He'd claim to hate Christmas in order to tease his grandkids, yelling "Bah, humbug!" to their horror.

Bob and Eva babysat lots of kids over the years, but I think Bob's soft spot was for the boy next door, Paul, aka Joe Biff. Bob considered Paul to be an honourary member of the family, as we all do.

When he drove his teenage daughter to her job at Tim Hortons, he didn't charge her gas money, but he accepted payment in donuts and chocolate milk.

When his first grandchild has trouble sleeping through the night, he offered an old wives' tale as a remedy - to flip a baby's sleeping schedule, you simply flip the baby, which he did. The baby threw up all over him and is still an insomniac 40 years later.

In his later years he took up woodworking, and gifted many of his projects to friends and family.

He was proud of his kids, quietly affectionate, and a little gruff. He was proud too of his grandchildren, keeping outdated school pictures of them hanging up in the basement to embarrass them for years, and more recent pictures of them under the glass of their coffee table. His favourite family photograph was perhaps the one of four generations, taken with his son Dale, Dale's son Jeremy, and Jeremy's son Brayden, all first-born Carters.

He died just 6 weeks shy of what would have been his and Eva's 70th wedding anniversary. He would have turned 90 in September.
Bob was ready to go. He didn't suffer. His daughter was by his side.
He is already missed.



Tessa's Eulogy for her grandfather:

It’s easy for me to talk about my grandfather because we had so much in common. He had thick, dark arm
hair and so do I! Have you seen these bad boys? Thanks Pa. Pa and I also shared a love for fishing and
the Toronto Maple Leafs. I believe I also get my competitiveness from him.
As a kid and well into my adulthood my Pa and I spent lots of time fishing together. We spent countless
mornings on the river in the flats, the rushes, or somewhere east of Rogers marina but not quite at
Lancaster but definitely between two buoys or lighthouses...it’s a good thing he always drove.
We had a good routine going. We would always be on the water at 7:00 and leave by 11:00 so that he
could be home for lunch at 11:30 sharp. Nanny sandwiches waited for no one. Our fishing expeditions
would also start with a phone call the night before saying he would pick me up at 7 the next morning to
go fishing. I would set my alarm for 6:45 so that I would have enough time to brush my teeth and get
dressed. The next morning he would be parked in front of the house and honking the horn at 6:30. I
learned to adapt to this and just went to bed in my fishing clothes so that I woke up to the sound of his
horn, ready to go. Fishing taught me that Pa had a thing about being early; he once brought me to a
birthday party before the birthday girl was even home. We sat in her driveway for 30 minutes just
waiting...
I loved to go fishing with Pa for many reasons but mostly because I loved catching more fish than him.
You could never underestimate him though because he always had a few tricks up his sleeve. You see,
most of the time, we would sit in silence watching our bobbers. The only time we would talk was when
he would ask me how many fish I had caught so far. You could be sure that if I said 25, he would say he
caught 26. If I was in a good fishing hole and catching a lot, when I would pull my line up to take my fish
off, he would put his line in my hole and when I would ask him about it, he would say that the boat
turned and his line just following along. Honestly, it was never much of a competition though because
we both knew that he was the superior fisherman since he was the one who taught me everything I
knew and if I didn’t have him I would have no idea where to fish but even still it felt good to beat him.
Though I was completely serious about winning, he just enjoyed playing along with me and watching me
get worked up over it. He always loved to tell stories about how mad I would get.

Pa sure did love to tease us and me in particular. Even though he was a Leafs fan, he would still tease me
continuously about my favourite player Mats Sundin who played for the Leafs. Again, the madder I got,
the funnier it was to him. But that was just his way. Pa showed his affection through his picking. We
once passed a cemetery while he was driving me to work and he said “I wonder how many dead people
are in there”. I said I didn’t know. He said “all of them”. I chuckled. He then repeated that story to
anyone who would listen. He couldn’t believe he got me with that one! Pa’s teasing knew no bounds,
the first time he met my husband, he told him how grumpy I was as a kid. He then told him I hadn’t
changed much and he should watch out. No matter the situation, Pa had the ability to make everyone
laugh.

In his prime, the prime that I knew of anyways, Pa always loved playing cards. Nanny and Pa were
always big card players and playing with them was fun because you could get them really riled up if they
thought you were cheating. Even if you were winning legitimately they could never trust you because
playing cards was like a profession to them and NO ONE was allowed to beat them. Pa also loved to
bowl, play darts, go to the casino and hang out at the Moose Lodge. He took us on Easter Egg hunts,
breakfasts and dances at the Moose and always enjoyed showing off his grandkids to his friends. Pa
dedicated a lot of his time to the Moose. He was a proud member and sat on the board for many years.
He was even a volunteer bartender or at least 10 years where he made a grand total of 5.60$ in tips.
Pa will be remembered for a lot of things including his Moose days, his many songs, his joke telling, and
his love for his family. Pa was happily married to Nanny for 69 years and during that time he had three
kids, nine grandkids, six great grandchildren and enough love to last a life time. I’ll finish with a lyric from
a song that Pa loved “ I’m gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever amen.”
You will be missed Pa, we love you.