Margaret Rose Cameron

11 December , 194930 March , 2019

Margaret Rose Cameron December 11, 1949 – March 30, 2019

Margaret Rose Cameron, beloved wife, mother, grandmother, great mother, sister, cousin and friend passed to her eternal home with Lord.

She was married to Fred Cameron for forty eight years and together raised their children Peter, Laura (Vincent), Cynthia (Curtis), Warren and Craig (Roxanne). Margaret adored her grandchildren Jonathan, Chynica (Malcolm), Shania (Jay), Peterson (Kaitlin), Tyra (Talon), Elora (Brandon), Alaina, Tylis, Benji, Queetie, Kaiya and Latrelle. She loved spending time with her three great grandchildren Elijah McKenzie and Everleigh.

Mom was sister to Nona Fisher, Elmer Fisher, Jacob Fisher, Helen Fisher, Leonard Fisher, Grace Muckle, Joyce Muckle and Ilene Muckle.

She was especially fond of her nieces Karen, Michelle, Rina, Dawn Rose, Charolette and Cherilyn. Mom also loved her nephews Jordan, Jonathan, Terry, Todd, Bruce, John, Jermaine, Jamie, Harvey, and Dennis.

Mom was predeceased by her parents John and Eliza Fisher, grandparents Peter and Sophie Fisher, Catherine and Edward Bigblood, uncles Charlie Fisher, Henry Fisher, Cornelius Fisher, Baptiste Bigblood. Mom leaves many aunts, cousins and relatives from the Scott, Bigblood families too numerous to mention.

My mom adored her friends Colleen Paishk, Valerie Fisher, Valeri Henry, Tiffany Kakekagumic, Sally McDonald, Sherry Lavand, Clarence Sumner, Robert Smith and Irma Plett.

Mom will be brought home on Wednesday April 3, 2019 at 3:00. There will be a wake at the community hall that evening and on Thursday April 4, 2019. On Friday April 5, for funeral will begin at 1:00. Everyone is welcome to attend the wake and funeral services.

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  • Wake Service Wednesday, 3 April , 2019
  • Wake Service Thursday, 4 April , 2019
  • Funeral Service Friday, 5 April , 2019

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Irma Plett

3 April 2019

I remember the time Margaret took me for a drive east of Kenora. The ditches were filled with pinks, blues, purples and whites. We could hardly take in the beauty. So Margaret stopped the car and we filled the back seat with lupine. Alas, they withered before we could get them into water. We picked up some lupin seeds for our gardens, but neither of us could get them to grow. Margaret said it was because Kenora’s climate is different from both Whitedog and Blumenort.

I also remember calling Margaret when my father passed away. “I need you” I said, and she came immediately.