Edward Thomas Barnes

February 1, 1924May 20, 2011

BARNES, Edward Thomas Edward Thomas Barnes passed away peacefully on May 20, 2011 at Little Mountain Place, surrounded by family, after a long battle with dementia. Born on February 1, 1924 in Climax, Saskatchewan, Ed was the only son of William and Florence Barnes, and brother to Betty, Winifred, Jean and Dorothy. Ed was a kind and generous father to his four children and a supportive and loving husband to his beloved Norma, who predeceased him in 2003. He will be lovingly remembered by his surviving sister Jean and his children: Coreen (Bryan); Thomas (Patti); Gordon (Leanne); and Sharilyn. A proud grandfather, he will always hold a special place in the hearts of his grandchildren: Jessica; Sarah; Jennifer; Morgan; Brett and Drew and his great-grandson Zayden. Ed was dedicated to his career as a chemical engineer. He was a good friend and served his community wherever he was living, as a school board trustee in Campbell River, as President of the Little League in Camas, and as a member of the Board of Trustees for the Prince George Regional Hospital. Ed and Norma were avid travelers, literally traveling the world for business and pleasure. Ed was a loyal supporter of the Vancouver Canucks and an enthusiastic golfer. Ed's family would like to express heartfelt thanks to his caregivers at Little Mountain. Dr. Earl Hutchinson and Monica, we thank you for the respect and care you showed to our father, and for the guidance and words of encouragement given to us. The family also wishes to thank Richard Duggan for the extraordinary compassion, kindness and attention he showed to our father. A memorial service will be held at Mount Pleasant Universal Funeral Home, 306 East 11th Avenue, Vancouver, B.C. on Saturday, May 28, 2011 at 2 p.m. If desired, in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Alzheimer Society of BC, #300 - 828 West 8th Avenue, Vancouver, B.C. V5Z 1E2. Condolences and tributes may be sent to the family by visiting Those we love don't go away They walk beside us every day No longer in our lives to share But in our hearts, you are always there. We love you and miss you, Dad and Mom.


  • Memorial Service Saturday, May 28, 2011

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Barbara Hocking

September 10, 2011

Condolences to all Ed's family.
Ed was my mother's cousin and I remember well Ed and Norma visiting the UK. Mum and dad also visited Ed and Norma out in Canada. They all got on so well and I know it was special for my mum getting to know her Canadian cousins. I remember Ed well, warm, an absolute gentleman as well as having a great sense of humour.

Diana Mackey

May 29, 2011

Sharilyn, Coreen, Tom, Gordon and families:
I was so sorry to hear about Uncle Ed's passing, but like so many others I feel lucky to have had him be apart of my life. I have many great memories of wonderful Christmas dinners where Uncle Ed would share stories. When I think of Uncle Ed I think of golf and I can still remember him telling me that there are no good golf games. A good hole or two but not an entire game. I know that Auntie Norma and Uncle Ed taught you as children that family is a special gift and you will gather strength and support from each other to carry on without them.
I send my heartfelt condolences.

May 28, 2011

I am so sorry to hear about Uncle Ed. My thoughts and prayers are with you. He will really be missed. I wish I could have attended more lunches with him and my Mom and Dad. With much love, Deanie Rose

May 27, 2011

Tom,Coreen,Sharilyn,Gordon and your families:
Your family has lost someone very special who touched many lives...especially yours.May you all know our thoughts are with you at this sad time.
much love, Doug and Twyla Morgan

May 27, 2011

Ed and Norma became family when my sister, the lovely Patti Lynn, married their son, Tom. From the moment we met Ed and Norma at Morgan's ringette game they generously considered us family and included us in all of their family events. Ed and Dave were buddies. I can still hear Ed saying "Hello David" not only because Ed was one of the few who called Dave "David" but because of Ed's sincere way of greeting everyone he knew. Thank you to Coreen, Tom, Sharilyn and Gordon for sharing your parents and for including us. I know you all realize how blessed you were to have Ed and Norma as your parents; I know too that you never took them or the lessons they taught you for granted. We are so very grateful. With love, Karen, Dave, Stefanie and Jillian Halldorson.

Joel Wiseman

May 27, 2011

Gordon, Tom, Coreen and Sharilyn: I have many fond memories of my time at the family home on Harper Drive in Prince George. From Norma's homemade bread to Ed's Canuck games on the radio, it was all good.

Ed was kind and patient to the teenagers running around and I enjoyed rides to Sunday night basketball practice in the old Ford Fairlane with the "three on the tree" stickshift. Like Ed, they just don't make them like that anymore.

Sincerest condolences.

Pearl Leary

May 27, 2011

Expressing my deepest sympathy to Ed’s family.
Ed was a special friend to myself and my late husband Leo, he was best man at our wedding and our son Ed was named after him

Garth Decker

May 27, 2011

Ed and I worked together for many years at the Canfor Mills in Prince George. He was a great engineer and an excellent leader. Many of the engineers and technicians that he hired excelled in various positions in Canfor and throughout the pulp and paper industry. My condolences to the family. He was a special person, and I am honoured to have known him.
Garth Decker

Pam Sinclair

May 26, 2011

I went to school with Sharilyn in PG and I too remember Ed from my days of working at Canfor. My heartfelt condolences to the family. What a beautiful tribute from his granddaughter.
Pam Sinclair (Madden)

Jessica Liew

May 26, 2011

Message granddaughter Jessica Liew wrote for her son:

What I will tell Zayden about the great grandfather he met only once and will never get to know.

I will tell Zayden that as a little girl growing up, I did just fine without my father because my grandpa was even better. That from the earliest moment I can remember, I was grandpa’s girl.

I will tell him that his great grandfather had the biggest hands. That my first real memory of my grandfather is of my little fingers wrapped around just one of his, the baby finger where he wore his Engineer’s ring. I remember that ring as clearly as I remember how safe and secure I felt holding my grandpa’s hand because he was the biggest, smartest, bravest person I knew and I believed he could protect me from anything.

I will tell him how much my grandpa loved hockey and that he was probably happiest when there was a Canucks game on—even if it didn’t seem like it because he was usually mad at the ref for making a bad call. I will tell him how I learned about hockey sitting in my grandpa’s lap in the La-Z-Boy in the basement of our house in Prince George. That I learned even more sitting next to him in the stands at the Pacific Coliseum where he always sat with a headphone in one ear listening to the radio commentary while he watched. I will also tell him that I am pretty sure the people sitting nearby also learned a lot about his views on the game because he had a tendency to talk a little too loud, forgetting that I could hear him just fine because I wasn’t listening to the radio in one ear like he was. That the only thing he may have regretted on the day he died was that he didn’t live long enough to see the Canucks win a Stanley Cup.

I will tell him that his great grandpa loved to golf. That when he wasn’t playing golf, he was probably watching it on TV. That I am sure the best game of his life was the one he golfed in Penticton with his grandsons. That he had a special system for marking his balls. That most of his shirts were golf shirts. That he would have been the first person to teach Zayden how to swing a club if he’d had the chance.

I will tell him that my grandmother used to shout “Oh Edward!” whenever she was exasperated with him, that she regularly threatened to trade him in for a new model and that they had the kind of marriage that most people cross their fingers and pray for. That fifty years, four children, six grandchildren and one very spoiled dog later, they still held hands and looked at each other with complete love right up until the day she died. And that he was never the same without her.

And I will tell him all the silly little things that I remember. I will tell him that his great grandfather was an excellent driver even if he tended to overdo it on the air conditioning. That he loved cashews, jelly beans and pecan pie. That it took him 25 minutes to make a ham and cheese sandwich. That his sneezes were louder than almost anything I’ve ever heard. That my favourite brown sweater, the one that I still wear despite the holes in it, was one I stole from his closet. That if I hadn’t stolen it, it would probably still be in there because he never got rid of anything—except under duress. That he could fix anything with some Scotch tape and paper clips—or so we all liked to joke. That he really could fix almost anything. That all his nails, screws, nuts and bolts were sorted into baby food jars on his work bench. That all his business trips and vacations with my grandmother had taken him to every continent on Earth except Antarctica. That he taught me how to use chopsticks and how to barbecue. That if he was teasing you and pretending to forget your name, he always called you George.

But mostly I will tell him about all the years that I took golf lessons. My grandfather would pick me up and drive me to Marine Drive Golf Club, and we would listen to the same Johnny Cash tape over and over. I will tell Zayden that I hardly remember the lessons, that what I really remember is eating BLTs in the clubhouse and getting Mars bars from the Pro Shop for dessert. I will tell him I took golf lessons for years, not because I loved golf, but because I loved spending the day with him, just the two of us. Because I loved him.