AB FORTH 1927 — 2009

Grampa Ab

Grampa Ab

It is with great sadness that the family announces the passing of Ab on September 22, 2009 at the Credit Valley Hospital. Beloved husband of Joyce (Wither) who he married in Winnipeg in 1953. Wonderful father to Bruce (Cheryl), Sharon (Stephen) Abel, and Laura J. (James). Proud grandfather of Katie, Alex and Andrew Forth, and Laura and Virginia Abel. He was preceded in death by his parents Frederick Charles and Sarah Jane Forth, and brothers Fred of Ancaster, Jack of Gravenhurst, Gordie of Red Deer and sister Lillian of Winnipeg. He is survived by brother Alf of B.C. and sister Betty of New Orleans. Ab loved life, took great pride in his home, his family and his employment and is well remembered in the furniture business for his years as National Sales Manager for La France Textiles, and later with Pride of Paris until his retirement. Ab was transferred by La France to Mississauga in 1970, and while it was not easy to leave family and friends in Winnipeg, and the family cottage in Sandy Hook, he quickly made new friends and a lasting impression in his new territory. The family joined St. Stephen’s-on-the-Hill United Church, and all of his children were confirmed there. In Winnipeg, Ab was an active curler at the Deer Lodge Curling Club, and after moving to Mississauga, curled with Bruce and Stephen at the Humber Highland Club. Ab was a wonderful athlete, excelling in hockey, track and field and golf, attested to by the many trophies and awards he won during his lifetime. In Winnipeg, as a 25 year member of Assiniboine Golf Club, he was their representative for many years in the Mundie Putter League. In Ontario, he was a member at Glen Abbey for 15 years. Twice he had a hole-in-one, once in Winnipeg and once in Florida. Ab said he made many friends and sales on the golf course. He was a longtime member of the Clarkson Music Theatre, helping to build the sets for many productions, and won an award for the sets he built for H.M.S. Pinafore. He had never been interested in being on stage until he was finally convinced to be in the chorus for the Mikado, but he found he loved it and continued to sing in the chorus with Joyce in many concerts. Ab and Joyce moved to their condo in Oakville in 1997, where they became active on the social and gardening committees. Ab loved the condo, as it allowed them to spend their winters in Florida, golfing and enjoying life with their friends. In 2006, he joined the Chancel Choir at St. Stephen’s-on-the-Hill United Church and greatly enjoyed both the music and the friendship of other choir members. Ab had a gentle and kind nature and a great sense of humour. He said his greatest trophies were his 56 year marriage to Joyce and his children. His happiest times were spent with them and his five grandchildren. Although ill, he was able to attend a long overdue family reunion in Winnipeg this spring, and see many of his in-laws, nieces and nephews, and especially his brother Alf and dear friends Al and Shirley Muir and Barbara Longworth. According to his wishes, Ab will be cremated, and a visitation will be held at Skinner and Middlebrook Funeral Home, 128 Lakeshore Rd. E., Mississauga 905-278-5546 on Sunday, September 27, 2009, from 3-6 p.m. A Memorial Service will be held at St. Stephen’s-on-the-Hill United Church, 998 Indian Road, Mississauga, on Monday, September 28, 2009 at 2 p.m. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations may be made to the music program at St. Stephen’s-on the-Hill.

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What a nice video, eh? Next year we’ll stand the tomato plants up better for sure.

Family Photo

Flying Fox and Neon Tetra

Flying Fox and Neon Tetra - They both did a very good job of posing for this photo, despite having to be bribed with cookies.

Tetras

Neon Glowlight Tetras

Neon Glowlight Tetras - they have gone back to school recently because it's September now... They like their new tank.

David Duchovny. Less Mulder. More Awesome. Possible?

With Californication it is! I just watched the entire first season. Again. When it came out in 2007 I remember watching it, but I didn’t see the entire thing, even though I had it, and I’ve recently just gotten back in to it. I cannot believe I didn’t see all of it. I’ve recently heard mixed reviews about the second season, saying that it was a bit of a let-down considering how great the first was, but that it’s still worth watching. Considering though, that I don’t even have cable, I’ll likely continue to watch it.

I’m going to watch the second season, then wait for Eastbound and Down’s second season as well as another season of 10 Things I Hate About You. I’ve never really been one for following entire seasons of televsion shows – not since Full House, anyway (!), so I’m happy that I can wait until the entire show is over and then I can download and watch them all in row. I can’t stand waiting an entire week in between episodes. Speaking of, I don’t think I ever did find out if Uncle Jesse came to the alter after Aunt Becky was standing there in her dress waiting for him, thinking she’d been stood up, unaware that he’d been skydiving and was stuck in a tree! (To be continued..! No It won’t..! You can’t download this shit!)

I Don’t Get It

I often drink out of the milk container so I don’t have to wash the glass. It’s my fucking milk. Either there’s going to be mouth germs on the side of the milk jug, or a dirty glass in the sink for four days. I think it’s probably more yucky for the glass to be in the sink for nearly a week.

So fuck that shit, I just stand in the kitchen drinking milk with the fridge door half open. At least I’m not doing the same with the wine bottle.

Static on the Radio

I heard this song for the first time in a bar in Port Credit in 2005. It’s a lovely song by Jim White. I have always had a hard time picking out individual words in songs, and have always been surprised when people are able to sing along with songs after they’ve heard them a couple, several, or even a bunch of times. Even though I have listened to this song probably ninety times (and often on repeat in the car) I can’t figure out the majority of the lyrics.

I’m not so quick as to jump to assume that it’s a problem with my brain or something, but I’m more inclined to listen to the lovely trumpet part somewhere in the middle, and then be happy that at the end the male singer says “What’d you say?” to someone. It’s as though he’s speaking it for me: ‘what’d you say? I can’t figure out what half of the words are either, which is why I was letting you sing most of the bits‘.

Static on the Radio, indeed. There is a whole generation of people, who, with the advent of digital radio, will never know the lovely sound of static between the radio stations of the dial. It’s a real shame, because it’s such a nice sound, and despite the perceived inconvenience of having to actually tune in to a station, I’m not sure that the one-click option of digital radio really is that much faster.