James Jim Earl Kraft

James Earl Kraft was trustworthy and traditional in his approach to his life and in his relationships. He had perseverance with the kind of “stick to it” attitude that earned the respect of all who knew him, especially those he worked with. He was also a man who was meticulous, carefully disciplined, and orderly in virtually everything he undertook. He was kind and generous to everyone in his family, had a great sense of humour and the gift of being able to overlook the small faults of others.

      Jim was born on December 25, 1930 at the hospital in Kitchener, Ontario. His parents were Lorne Kraft and Gertrude Leone ("Lollie") Kraft née Good. His dad often joked about the year he had scrambled eggs for Christmas dinner. Jim was raised in Kitchener, but enjoyed visiting the family home farm in Bridgeport where he often helped out with chores. He remembered his grandfather (William Kraft) sometimes left a coin next to the wash basin for him. One summer he spent his spare time at the farm creating "roads" in the dirt and using stones as pretend cars. He thought how wonderful it would be to have some real toy cars, so the next time his Grandpa left a quarter for him - a pretty large sum for a small boy in those days - he went out and bought himself a car and truck. But suddenly he didn't find the play as fun as it had been with his "stone" cars. This experience had an impact on his philosophy of life - appreciate what you have and be careful what you wish for!

      Growing up, Jim was an only child for about 8 years. There were good times to be had, but just as often there was a fair share of challenges as well due to the Great Depression of the 1930's. As a small child Jim had two imaginary friends he called Quinny and Hop. Quinny and Hop were responsible for most of the mishaps that occurred around him. If ever he was in trouble, it was "Quinny and Hop did it!" Jim's sister, Barbara Ann was for born when Jim was about 8 yrs. old and they became and remained close into adulthood. Indeed, the night before Jim died, she and her husband Tom were with him at a family party.

      Jim developed a variety of interests, and the things he enjoyed doing he did well. He was always curious about the world around him and was often eager to explore it. In his spare time he liked to canoe and enjoy nature particularly bird watching. When he was 14 years old, he and a friend (Jack) went on a canoe trip in the back woods of Ontario. At 16 he did a solo trip which caused his mother much worry at the time.

       He graduated from Haileybury School of Mining, becoming a mining engineer. It was here that he met Marjorie who was in her first year of teaching at the public school. They married in 1952 at her parents home in Oshawa. They "homesteaded" in the Gaspe, living in a small cabin near York Lake, but soon became ensconced in the life of the new mining town called Murdochville. Jim worked in the mine while Marj taught at the school and raised her their children. It was here that Marj and Jim made some of their most endearing and enduring friendships. These relationships flourished through the years as the Nut Club long after the mine closed and everyone ventured out into the larger world.

Always considered to be a solid friend, Jim was fortunate to have numerous acquaintances and several very close friends during his life. He was committed to his friends and valued the trust he placed in them.       

Jim had three children, two daughters, Jananne and Joanne Marie, and one son, Thomas Lorne. They were also blessed with 3 granddaughters, Cassandra "Casey" Marie, Jacqueline Dawn, and Lauren Elise.

      Jim greatly enjoyed what he did for a living. He was a hard worker, much respected by his co-workers and bosses. His primary occupation was mining engineer. He was employed by Noranda Exploration for most of his working life. He loved the world of prospecting and mining and the people in it. His favourite poetry was by Robert Service and he enjoyed reading them aloud during family get togethers.

      Jim liked to experience things first-hand as well as learn about them. This trait carried over into his hobbies, where he was very methodical in how he organized his activities and categorized things. Since he enjoyed his private time, Jim always tried to allocate a specific time for working on his hobbies. His favorite pursuits were woodworking & cabinet making, painting pictures, gardening, reading & researching history - particularly the American Civil War, and both World Wars. He was very interested in his family genealogy and history. He and Barb wrote a book about his family roots, It included some photos from early times and they had copies printed for each of their children. Jim was content to enjoy his hobbies alone but was also willing to share his interests with others. Many friends visited the farm and spent time constructing and repairing items in the workshop.

      Jim found pleasure in sports. He applauded those who won, and he enjoyed the statistical data and sports facts. During high school he was a canoeist and keen outdoors man. He was a great curler, even winning awards. He learned to curl while living in Murdochville. He would watch his favorite sporting events whenever he got the opportunity (often to Marj's chagrin!). Tops on his list were baseball, curling, football - just about any sport was worth watching to him - including poker!

Jim was a great planner who was incredibly well organized. He always seemed to know exactly what needed to be done. Throughout his early adult years, Jim was a scoutmaster. In later years he and Marj enjoyed socializing with the groups of friends that were organized into "clubs". For example, the Nut Club, the Odd Squad, and the Grandfather's club. In the early years of Murdochville, Jim was instrumental in organizing a scout troupe and he worked on the town newspaper (The Voyageur). He also proudly made alter furniture for the church.

      Jim sought out practical solutions, not individual recognition. He was always grounded and objective, feeling a strong sense of responsibility for taking care of what needed to be done. This selfless attitude earned Jim many accolades for his efforts and achievements. He had a plaque in the garden that came from Bell Copper Mine (in B.C) honouring him along with a co-creator for their design of the open pit.

      Jim enjoyed traveling and taking vacations. Since he was an early starter and had a knack for planning everything, traveling with Jim appeared effortless. He enjoyed researching all of his examined options and used his planning techniques for the enjoyment of his fellow travellers. Favorite vacations included a trip around the world that he and Marj took when they returned from Australia. He travelled extensively for his work and had a passion for seeing the world. He kept a large map with coloured pins placed in all the cities and countries he had visited. He and Marj travelled far and wide with friends after they retired. He passed this love of travel on to all of his children. All three of his children accompanied him and Marj on a wonderful Mediterranean cruise in June 2011. Jim was also a keen photographer during his travels and his family enjoyed looking at the photos throughout the years.

      Jim was a lover of animals and cherished his pets. One of Jim’s favorites was a mongrel pup that he brought home from a work camp at the end of high school. Mickey was small and feisty and much loved by Jim and his parents. He and Marj bought a dog, Bucky, that the children grew up with. Later he rescued a more than a couple of cats at the farm and gave them a home. He loved to see Joanne and Don's dogs next door whenever he visited and was always happy to see Jan's dog bounce in the door.

Jim retired shortly after returning from Australia. He and Marj sold their home in Mississauga and built a new place on a piece of property they severed from Joanne and Don's land. He planned and prepared for his retirement in the same way he planned his trips. He had begun the process early and had his retirement all laid out well in advance. In retirement, he found new pleasure in gardening and finally had enough time to build things. He built "dog patch" first, a gardening shed he designed to look like the cabins in the old L'il Abner cartoon. He built a small painting studio for Marj, a faux outhouse to cover the well, all the decking at the back of the house, an outdoor kitchen, his beloved cottage, and last but not least, his barn that he built all by himself. Even in retirement, Jim continued to stay in touch with his old friends while making plenty of new acquaintances. He was active in his new community and felt fulfilled.

James Earl Kraft passed away on June 17, 2012. He died at home in his own bed sometime between 10:30 and noon. He is survived by his wife Marjorie; his children - Jan, Tom and Jo including his son-in-law Don; his grandchildren Casey (and Anthony Ricci), Jackie and Lauren; and he died just 17 days prior to the birth of his great grandson and namesake Sebastian James. Casey and Anthony are his proud parents. Services were held at Marlatt Funeral Home in Dundas.

Commitment is a key word that can be used to describe the life of James Earl Kraft. He was committed to living the life of a good man who was both practical and trustworthy. He was committed to the traditional values that he upheld his entire life. He committed himself to being a hard worker who expected the same effort in return from those around him. Most of all, he was committed to those he knew and loved. (Love you, Dad - Jan)

Notes from the Memorial Service:

Eulogy: Clarence Logan

James Earl Kraft

Jim was affectionately known in the Noranda Exploration Group as “JEK”. As I sat down to collect my thoughts and reflections on our time spent working together, over the past 35-40 years, one of the first questions I had to ask myself is when did I first meet Jim Kraft?

After considerable thought, I concluded that I have always known Jim Kraft. He is just one of those people that I probably thought I knew when I was a 9-10 year old kid moiling for gold in a small gold mining town in Nova Scotia.

It might have been in Murdochville, Quebec, as we did live in Bathurst, New Brunswick around about the same time Jim and Marj were in Murdochville. Then I concluded that this was unlikely as we were confined to New Brunswick and further more I was under the impression that the people in Murdochville were rather “Squirrely or Nutty”. On a more professional level, I really got to know Jim in Toronto – Noranda Head Office - where Jim was Manager of Mine Evaluation and Development. He soon became a “Trusted Friend” and I developed a working relationship with him on each and every mining and/or exploration project that was brought forward. Jim’s engineering background and discipline together with his unimpeachable honesty and integrity made him the right person for the job! Jim became the “First Line of Defence” for all of us Exploration/Resource Seeking Nerds/Geologists in the Noranda Exploration Group. As is so often the case in our business, Geologists have a tendency to become overly enthusiastic about the geological potential of the project and neglect the economic parameters. Jim could always be counted on to provide an “un-biased” opinion and /or evaluation based on the “hard data” that was available.

For most of us who relied on Jim’s expertise, he would provide the answer but the answer may not necessarily be the one we wanted to hear! - i.e.: that based on current metal prices, etc., etc., etc…, the project is uneconomic!

Jim’s exposure to various mining operations around the world made him a valued member of our team.

One of the highlights of Jim’s career was the opportunity to go to Australia with Noranda PTY Australia. I was fortunate enough to be able to accompany Jim on this assignment in the late 1980’s. This proved to be an exciting and challenging mission – to quickly identify and evaluate potential mining/exploration opportunities in Australia and the South Pacific Region. Needless to say, Jim’s skills and talents were put into overdrive!

I would like to relate one memorable story from this period. I think it demonstrates how closely we worked together to identify just the right project for “Mother Noranda” - when a significant project was identified it was necessary to keep Noranda Canada informed. One of the people that we talked to quite frequently, on such occasions, was Wil Barbour. As I discussed a certain project with Wil, I constantly and repeatedly made reference to the fact “Jim and I” were prepared to back the project very strongly! And repeatedly emphasized just how much “Jim and I” thought of the project. Two days later, Wil phoned back to say that he liked the “Jimani” project and could we provide additional information. On this occasion, the message got through but was rather garbled!

Australia became a favourite topic of discussion for “Jim and I” in later years! As we liked to savour our experience there – its mining history, its people, the Outback, the beautiful beaches and a climate that was conducive to producing great wines!

It’s only possible for me to cover but a few of the life experiences that we have shared. However, I would like to list but a few things that speak to his great character as a person. “The Noranda Grandfathers Club” was Jim’s brain-child. He wanted to provide a link between the more senior members in the Noranda Exploration Group, still working or retired, with the junior or intermediate members in the organization. It was Jim’s way of giving back to the organization for all of the right reasons. This was accomplished by holding annual barbeques/get-togethers – this group later became known as: “The Norex Pioneer Club”.

On a more personal note, it was Jim/Marj’s idea that a certain group of 4 couples who were seen to be tripping about together (mostly to wine tasting events) should have a distinctive name, hence “The Odd Squad”. This was the perfect excuse for many memorable, unexpected and unusual life experiences. The idea was to have one outing during each of the four seasons of the year. On one of the first outings, we went cross-country skiing in Elmdale, Ontario and stayed at Don & Marion’s B&B. Don operated a pig farm and the barns were extremely close to the B&B. Unfortunately, on this trip, Jim left his ski boots at home. True to form, he immediately turned around and drove back to Port Credit, Ontario to retrieve his boots. As I recall the only time we used boots was to visit the Pig Barns. In later years of retirement, we found it necessary to cut back on the number of outings. However, we continued to have at least one memorable outing a year to Niagara-On-The-Lake, Ontario in late December.

There are so many things that come to mind and these are but a few of the things that I wanted to touch on today.

However, I would be remiss not to mention Jim’s woodworking shop out on Big Creek Road, Caledonia, Ontario.

He taught me to use tools and equipment that made my days spent with him very enjoyable. I have many treasures that we “KRAFTED” together. Jim’s creativity and skill at woodworking are outstanding. I had the pleasure of seeing him produce three hand-crafted ‘Hope Chests’, all made from distinctively different types of wood (walnut, oak and cherry), for his three granddaughters.

This is but a very small window in Jim’s life that I had the good fortune to share.Thank you Jim for being a “Trusted Friend” I shall miss you greatly.

May you rest in peace.

Your Friend and Colleague,

Clarence Logan

Reader: Cameron Tweedie (nephew) - Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Readers: Jacqueline Hoggard and Lauren Hoggard (granddaughters)

If I Should Gol

If I should go before the rest of you

Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone

Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice

But be the usual selves that I have known

Weep if you must

Parting is hell

But life goes on

So sing as well.

- Joyce Grenfell -

I shall pass through this world but once.

Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being,

let me do it now.

Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

- Attributed to Stephen Grellet -

Letter from Cassandra (Casey) Hoggard was read by her sister Lauren

A letter from a Granddaughter in Calgary:

After I heard the news of my Grandpa’s death all I could selfishly think about was that he didn’t live to be a Great Grandpa. Then I realized... he was an awesome father, a fantastic friend and a GREAT GRANDPA! I am sure many of his friends will recall what a traveller he was or engineer or historian; but only Jackie, Lauren and I can give you “the inside scoop” on what he was like as a Grandpa.

Grandpa Jim for most of my memory lived next door. That meant he was always around to give important advice like “close the door!” and “don’t get lost!” right before we walked home. He would stop by the house usually on Saturday mornings at the ungodly crack of 10am to share a coffee with mom and dad at the cabana after his morning gardening but before the afternoon construction project. Boy did we ever reap the benefits of both. His sweet peas were the best – or so I am told. It was pretty hard to get a taste of them if you weren’t standing at the end of the driveway right when grandpa brought them over. There were so many delicious veggies that he grew but by far THE MOST IMPORTANT CROP OF ALL were the ghost pumpkins! Allow me to explain. The ghost pumpkins were a special type of white pumpkin that Grandpa tried growing one year. Unfortunately they were hard as rock and impossible to carve for Halloween. As a result that year we abandoned the pumpkins in the barn and forgot about them until the winter. It appears that another remarkable trait of these pumpkins is that they do not rot! They stayed hard as rock well into February and this is what made them invaluable. If you take two ghost pumpkins, a broken barn door and an ice storm you have made one killer GT snow racer jump guaranteed to land at least 1 of 3 sisters in an emergency department. Ah those were the days.

Grandpa was also an excellent woodworker and made all three of us “hope chests” (or “glory boxes” if you are Australian). Mine is made of cherry, Jackie’s of oak and Laurens is a deep walnut. They are all lined with cedar and make for wonderful smelling sheets and heirlooms. Of course he had some practice before these masterpieces. In 1983 he made my crib with my daddy that has since been moved to Calgary and will be the prison (I mean sleeping quarters) for the next generation. Judging from the tooth marks in the wood not only does it look good but it TASTES great too! Perhaps his most important construction to date though was the “clubhouse” that he built beside the farmhouse. This clubhouse wasn’t just any clubhouse! NO! NO! This was a refuge from monsters, an isolated arctic research station or a baby animal orphanage. I’ll bet in his wildest dreams he didn’t see that coming...

Or did he? Grandpa had the weirdest dreams. A trait he passed on to Lauren and I. Grandpa has been known to invent comic strips in his dreams, train beavers to play baseball and throw Grandma from the bed protecting her from grenades. With adventures like that it is no wonder he enjoyed his naps!

I have so many memories that I want to share with everyone but there are too many coming too quickly to my mind to write down on paper. There will be more time to share repressed memories of the terrifying nut club parties, witty one-liners or travels abroad but for the time being I wanted to tell some of the stories that made my Grandpa Jim GREAT.

Speaker: Scotty Gerrie

James Earl Kraft

The clock of life is wound but once


And no one has the power,


To tell just when the clock will stop


At late or early hour.

Now is the only time we own


Live love, and toil with a will,


Place no faith in the morrow


For tomorrow the clock may be still.

A week ago Wednesday Jim and Marj Kraft paid us a visit to our home in Mississauga. Jim drove his Prius Toyota car to and from our home. He had spent a pleasant afternoon playing rummikub with my wife Williamina, Mickie to most of you. When Jim and Marj left to go home around five o’clock we never for a minute thought that we would not see Jim alive again. Four days later the hand on the clock of life stopped for Jim as he slept peacefully in his own bed, in his own home.

May Jim find a good rummikub partner in heaven.

In nineteen fifty three James Earl Kraft found himself wandering around the wilds of New Brunswick searching for minerals under the flag of Noranda Exploration. His young wife Marjorie took up residence in the town of Bathurst. In the fall of that year Jim found himself in the wilds of the Gaspe in Quebec at what was to become known as Gaspe Copper Mines. I had arrived at the same place in July from the wilds of Scotland. It was to become quite some time before Jim Kraft and I became really acquainted.

Jim was a graduate of the Haileybury School of Mines and came to the Gaspe mine site as a mining engineer. At the start Jim was attached to the Geology and Mine Planning Department working with and under several members of the group.

Starting up a mine and bringing it into production requires people of many talents. It was soon discovered that Jim was a man of many talents. He worked with and under the direction of the following staff members: Fenton Scott, Ron Ford, Moe Taschereau, Elvin Miller, Pete Stym and Bill Brissenden, all of whom had a high regard for Jim’s many talents. It appeared that Jim had an inborn skill for planning, preparing mine layouts and mapping the areas surrounding the mine site. Jim was very involved in surveying and assessing the Copper Mountain ore deposit as well as the Needle Mountain underground working. Moe Taschereau, in a conversation last week, told me that “but for Jim’s detailed, meticulous drawings and plans, half of the mine staff would have been lost on the job”. Many years later I found out just how true this could be. Jim, in order to enhance his income carried out surveying and other work for diamond drill outfits outside of his Gaspe Copper job.

One of Jim’s great accomplishments was the bringing to life of the Bell Mine in northern British Columbia. For this work, Jim was given recognition with a plaque attached to a huge rock on top of the Bell open pit mine. After the mine closure, Vernon Coffin, on a visit to the mine site as part of his job found that the plaque had fallen from its position and was simply lying amongst the broken rock. Arrangements were made to ship the plaque to Jim and he had it placed in his garden.

Jim and Marj had been married less than a year when they arrived in what was to become the future town of Murdochville. Because there were no homes available at that time, Jim and Marj settled into a log cabin in the area of York Lake. As the winter became severe and they were freezing most of the time, good Samaritans Ron and Fran Ford offered them accommodation in their X-house newly built in Murdochville. These houses had no basement and not enough room to swing a cat, as the saying goes. Jim and Marj were to eventually move into their own X-house.

Jim, being the scouter that he was, was instrumental in starting a Boy Scout troupe in Murdochville to the benefit of the age group eligible to join, and one could say to the benefit of the community.

Along with Jim’s many talents, he loved working with wood and one of his projects included crafting alter furniture for both the Anglican and United Churches in Murdochville. In later years, Jim crafted some beautiful cabinets and a roll top desk. He as a skilled and detailed craftsman and could have made his living in the trade. Over the years Jim had also taken up artistic painting, but he was a severe critic of his own work in this field. I own two of Jim’s paintings and they are hung for all to see.

In the field of sport, Jim was considered a top class curler and a friend told me Jim was the Grand Aggregate Champion one year. I believe that means he placed more rocks in the house than anyone else.

I also found out that Jim was considered a great party person, enjoying the company of his friends and fellow workers as occasions permitted. In other words, he enjoyed life. Outside of his work at and for the mine, Jim’s greatest achievement and in spite of Marj’s many headaches Jim became the father o two beautiful girls and one handsome boy. Jim was a good family man and loved to have the family around as situations permitted. Upon his retirement, Jim acquired a farm property in the Caledonia area. He severed a piece of the property and had a home built on it for him and Marj to enjoy their retirement years. Jim became a dedicated gardener producing a vast amount of vegetables, berries and fruit. I became Jim’s weed man when Williamina and I visited their home and was rewarded with a bounty of produce as a reward. Jim was a man of the world, he and Marj travelled a lot. Jim was also an avid reader of good literature and loved historical and books covering the major wars before and during his lifetime.

I am glad I knew Jim both as a fellow human being and as a good friend. He will be remembered by many.

Goodbye Jim.

Speaker: Wil Moens

Jim and I worked for Noranda, but the relationship was as friend. We worked for different departments.

(There was a picture and article of Jim and cubs scouts in the Voyageur, a local weekly newspaper. I was interested to get involved with scouting and I inquired in which department Jim worked. I looked him up and said that I would be interested to join and assist him. That was in 1959)

We had an active program of weekend camps and a full week camp. Lots of fun while being eaten by black flies.

Jim and I thought that we should take the scouts on a winter overnight camping tip but we decided that we should try it out ourselves. We went to a little lake not too far from Murdochville. We build a lean-to and cut down a number of trees to be used as a base for our fire. A good fire was going on these green logs. When we got up in the morning, we looked down at the fire 5 feet down. A few years later I was walking in that area and saw the poles for the lean-to about 8 feet up in the air, hanging between the trees. Shortly after that Jim left and the winter camp was not done.

Others involved with the scouting in Murdochville were Marj, Margaret, Peggy, Stewart, John and Scottie.

It was many years later that we reconnected. I was working in Salt Lake City when Jim came on a business trip and Marj came with him. On the weekend the three of us took a drive to the Green river. We visited the ongoing excavation of Dinosaur fossils. The dig was protected by a building so tourists could come close and see the fossil bones as they were partially excavated.

A few years later the contact was renewed when Jeannette and I came to Toronto in 1989. We will never forget the visits to the house that Jim and Marj build, complete with a most impressive vegetable garden. We owned a time share week on a houseboat on Lake Powel. One year we invited Jim and Marj to join us. It was a three day drive to Moab, Utah. (Jim’s van was fully loaded with 4 people and luggage and supplies for a week, since there were no shopping facilities, once the boat was moving on the lake. We had allowed for a day in Moab to do the shopping for perishable goods.) Once on board we had a very good start. The next day we ran into high winds and when attempting to moor, one of the control cables to the two engines broke. (We had difficulties getting in contact with the base to report the problem. Luckily a houseboat moored beside us had a better working radio. It took two day to get mobile.) Another day we thought that we had found a nice place to moor for the night. Once moored, we saw a more appealing site on the other shore of the canyon arm. We decided to move. While I controlled the boar, Jim detached the ropes. The wind was still strong, the boat was pushed away and we nearly left Jim behind! One night on the boat, Jeannette and I introduced Marj and Jim to the Chinese game of Mah-Jongg. It became a new phase in their life.

We, Jim, Marj, Jeannette and I, had booked a cruise to Antarctica for Christmas and New Year. A health problem prevented Marj from going on the cruise. Jan took her place. During the day each of us did our own thing, but in the afternoon we congregated at the Ocean Bar and played Mah-Jongg. It was an unforgettable trip.

A few years later the 4 of us booked a river cruise from Budapest to Amsterdam. This all inclusive cruise was an unforgettable trip. Moving on the rivers and passing through the locks with villages and cities on the mountain slopes on both sides of the ship. At the ports of call there were guided tours to the century buildings and homes. After arrival in Amsterdam, we went to my family cottage in Epe. Jim, Marj and I drove to France to visit the Vimy monument and area with the old restored trenches. It was a memorable trip, particularly for Jim because of his passion to read and studies about wars. Several of these trips were made on the initiative of Jim and it enriched our lives.

Thank you Jim and rest in peace.

Speaker: Jim Gibson also kindly spoke and shared some of his fond memories including canoe trips, outings with the Odd Squad and woodworking sessions.

Many friends and relatives returned to the apartment after the memorial service for drinks and remembrances. Dave Carson spoke about his memories and told us the story of the first "krafty-ism".

Tony and Theresa Ricci provided a meal of sausage, meatballs, lasagne and veal cutlets. This was much appreciated by the family and very much enjoyed by everyone.

Beautiful flowers from:

Marj

Jan, Tom and Jo

Casey, Anthony and baby-to-come

Casey, Jackie and Lauren

The Tweedies

The Langs

Joy Rasmussen and family from Australia

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Suddenly at his home, on Sunday, June 17, 2012, at the age of 81. Beloved husband of Marjorie (née Scott) for almost 60 years. Loving father of Jananne, Tom, Joanne and Don Hoggard. Much loved grandpa of Casey and Anthony, Jackie and Alan, and Lauren. Fondly remembered brother of Barbara and Tom Tweedie. He will be missed by nieces, nephews, relatives and by many friends. Cremation has taken place. A Memorial Service will be held at the MARLATT FUNERAL HOME and CREMATION CENTRE, 195 King Street West, Dundas, on Friday, June 22, 2012, at 11 a.m. As expressions of sympathy, donations to the Canadian Cancer Society would be appreciated. On-line tributes may be made at www.marlattfhdundas.com