may 24th 2020
I met Barbara when she came to play bridge with our south Calgary group. She was introduced to us by Betty Robson (now deceased)who had been a friend of hers from their days in Valleyfield many years ago. Barb would drive from her north west home to Glenmore Landing shopping center where I would meet her and travel on to our hostesses home. She did this for many years. On speaking with the ladies who knew Barbara all speak highly of her saying she was so sweet, smart soft and a joy to know and yes she was that. Barb made beautiful Swedish Weaving afghans. On admiring them she gave me a book and explained how to do it. I have made some and am so pleased she took the time to show me how .I treasurer them. May she rest in peace she was a beautiful person.
My first memory of Barbara was meeting her in St. Anicet at their cottage when I started going up to the lake to spend time with my wife's family. She was one of those people who you instantly liked, because she was so down-to-earth and warm - there was nothing phony or insincere about her. During my first summer there, my wife and I actually stayed in their guest suite - Honeymoon Lodge - at the back of their house. I recall thinking what an incredibly kind gesture that was - offering your place to someone you had never met. A terrific neighbour, and beloved "aunt" to my wife Maryse - you will be missed - but the wonderful memories will remain always.
My heartfelt condolences to the White's and their respective families.
I was one of the children she gave swimming lessons to. It was an organized, scheduled lesson, drills, whistle and all. She swam with strength yet looked so gracefully cutting through the water. Lake life was heavenly. A picture perfect experience with the Whites next door. My parents couldn’t have had better neighbours, who became beloved friends. Scrabble, cocktail parties, corn roasts and then there was the delphino! As we grew up, Auntie Barbara continued to be a champion for my siblings and I. She watched us mature, take on our challenges and whenever we returned to the lake, she was always interested in hearing about our life conquests. During all those years, she swam every morning, a ritual and communion of sorts. When she and Uncle Lloyd moved to Calgary, the void was felt for all of us, but it was a chasm for my parents. Still ,although geographically scattered, the bond and the love remained and grew. Auntie Babs had the best smile, the kindest presence about her when she listened to you, the most charming chuckle if she heard something saucy and the most beautiful soul. She will be missed but always cherished. Auntie Babs, you were loved.