Kathleen Cecilia Roman
August 24, 1926 – January 17, 2020
Kathleen (Kit) Roman passed away peacefully on Friday, January 17, 2020 at the age of 93 years. Born in August of 1926 to Cecilia and Theodore Notland, Kit spent most of her formative years on the Notland farm near Morin, Alberta along with her brothers, Alf, Mac, Stan, Bud and Clayton, and her sister Myrtle. She completed a book-keeping degree at Camrose Lutheran College, then moved to Calgary where she took a job at the Bank of Montreal. While in Calgary, she would meet and marry Matthew Roman, a Sergeant Major in the Royal Canadian Horse Artillery.
Matthew’s career moved them from Ontario to B.C. and then to Manitoba, during which time their two children, daughter Debbie and son Kim, were born in 1953 and 1956. Matthew’s death in 1969 was a harsh blow to the family, but Kit was a strong and capable woman, and she made the decision to move the family back to Calgary.
Kit guided and supported her children through public school and University while working at numerous jobs including sales associate at The Bay and Eaton’s, and as a receptionist at The Marlborough Inn and Calgary Winter Club.
Kit’s passion for life was expressed through photography, water colour painting, art and fashion. She played piano, was an avid hiker, cross country skier, gardener and an expert bird watcher. Kit was a longtime volunteer at the Inglewood Bird Sanctuary, and many of her bird photographs were displayed at the Bird Sanctuary and published in numerous nature and bird watching magazines and books.
Kit loved spending time with her family, holidaying together, playing board games, puzzling, sharing laughter and conversation over home cooked meals.
She will be lovingly remembered and deeply missed by her son Kim, his wife Maggie and their son Scott; her granddaughter Lauren Steele and her husband Leo and their boys Olliver and Cohen; her granddaughter Robyn Steele and her husband Marcos and their son Julian. Kit lost her dear daughter Debbie in 2007 and they are now shining bright together. She will also be lovingly remembered and deeply missed by her many relatives near and far, as well as friends and all who came to know her.
The family would like to extend their deepest thanks to all the doctors, nurses, and staff at the Dulcina Hospice for their comfort and compassionate care.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations in Kathleen’s name will be gratefully accepted by Inglewood Bird Sanctuary and Nature Centre by mail to: The City of Calgary, Inglewood Bird Sanctuary, P.O. Box 2100, Station M #202 Calgary AB, T2P 2M5. Make cheques payable to The City of Calgary Parks (donations over $50 will receive an official tax receipt – include “donation – tax receipt requested”, plus the full name of the donor & the mailing address of donor with the donation.
The City of Calgary, Inglewood Bird Sanctuary
P.O. Box 2100, Station M #202 , Calgary, Alberta T2P 2M5
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Kathleen Cecilia Roman
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February 9, 2020
My most sincere condolences to Kim, Maggie, Scott, Lauren and family and Robyn and family in the recent passing of Kitty Roman. I have many fond memories of visits with my dear Aunt but one that stands out is the occasion she and I took a drive out in the country, east of Calgary. I share the same love and passion for birdwatching as Aunt Kitty did so I gleaned the opportunity to learn from the Pro! I was amazed, actually astounded, at her ability to spot various species from a great distance. She spotted a hawk perched atop a very tall post along the highway and I could barely make it out until we were much closer. We travelled on various back roads between Calgary and just east of Strathmore, admiring many beautiful winged creatures along the way. I am unable to recall the various species here but Aunt Kitty knew each and every single one without the slightest hesitation. She inspired me! I remember seeing the Flicker in my neighborhood for the first time but I didn't know what it was so I picked up the phone right away and called her. Upon describing its colour patterns to her, Aunt Kitty knew it was the Flicker. I miss these times with her and also sharing heart to heart conversations about life, men, (wink!) and family. She will be dearly missed. Much love to you all. ❤️ Silva
January 27, 2020
My Mom, my hero, raised her two teenage kids as a single mother after my father Matthew passed away in 1968. She drove the great Canadian Prairies from Shilo Manitoba to Calgary Alberta to start a new chapter in our lives. While my sister Debbie (age 14) and I (age 12) were caught up in the drama of our teenage lives in a strange city (having arrived in Calgary the day before school started), my Mother rented half a duplex and quickly found a job to support her young family.
Through those difficult teenage years, my Mother guided us with a quiet strength and firmness much needed by her hormonally challenged and fatherless children. Although I have not yet reached her standard, or faced problems the magnitude of which she faced, her example of meeting overwhelming obstacles head on and with determination, is a lesson that will stay with me always.
Love you Mom
January 27, 2020
Kit was not partial to having her picture taken. We took them anyway. She always looked so beautifully put together. Here is a shot of both Debbie and Kit sitting on our living room in 2003. I cherish the loving look Debbie has for her mom and the gentle smile on Kit's face. ... and her jewelry is so becoming and artful!
January 27, 2020
I remember the fun we had having backyard parties. Kit's birthday, and our son Scott's birthday are one day apart in August. This is a photo of one of those celebrations in 2005, and a lovely shot of both Debbie her daughter, and Kit. Kit was such good fun to be around, and the grand kids loved her dearly.
I remember at one of these events, Kim was BBQing burgers for the clan and a wasp landed on Kit's burger just before she bit it. Dang thing stung her inside her mouth! She was an amazing sport about it. I remember putting a crushed aspirin paste poultice on it. Kit was always a trouper. I miss those days and Kit's part in them.