Terlecki: Beatrice Elaine (nee Bishop),

Peacefully at home, on Monday April 20, 2026, at the beautiful age of 102. Beatrice ‘Bea’ Terlecki (nee: Bishop), devoted wife of the late William Terlecki. Bea is the loving mother of daughter Janice Willaine Terlecki (predeceased in 2022), daughter Nancy Ann (Terlecki) Henstra and husband Pieter Henstra, and son Billy Gregory Terlecki (predeceaced son in law Miguel Monast in 2021). She is survived by sister-in-law Dawn Bishop, along with many nieces and nephews of both sides: Joyce, Angela, Judy, Susan, Bruce, Pat, Adrian, Gary, Erick, Heather, Karen, Dirk, and Connie and all of their families in Canada and the USA. Bea is predeceased by siblings: Archie, Marie, Donald, Carolyn, Cameron and other relatives; husband Bill’s brother Frank, and his family members.

Bea Elaine Bishop Terlecki, having reached 102, is the oldest Bishop in that family’s tree. Having reached 102, and with clarity, Bea often repeated until a few days ago: “I don’t know how I got to be this age. I was the sickliest with asthma of us six children. Couldn’t go near the sawmill and flour mill down at the river for that dust. They could hear my coughing at the far end of the house. Dot Long was my nurse. Didn’t have full electricity until after the war when Dad wired the house. We didn’t have drugstores for everything. I remember some people would give a teaspoon of sugar soaked in kerosene. You’d swallow it, and it would take your cough away. I’m sure kerosene would burn anything away!” Such were the stories, timeline history, and photos of that era collected from the elders by her son and many others for a hardcover book of a very different world then: “The Lost World of River de Chute.” That house was above the general store her grandfather Sam Bishop Sr. built in 1898, overlooking the banks of the St John River, and the beloved 1923 built covered bridge at the border crossing of River de Chute and Easton Maine. Her mom, Charlotte Cameron of Andover, who would live to ninety-one, married at sixteen to Sam Jr. in 1917. He soon opened up western New Brunswick’s first border crossing there, when they moved in from the farm outback to the village of a few dozen scattered houses and businesses. The year was 1929, and she remembered it well. Before a Custom’s house was built, it was a simple affair of him waiting on a chair at the bottom of the hill for people crossing from Maine. Processing was done up in the house on the dining room table. Bea recalled moving in day: “My older sister Marie and I sat on the back of the horse wagon after the last furniture was moved in. We were wearing Mom’s hats. I would have been five. I remember singing “Bye Bye Blackbird.” Our legs were swinging off the back. By now, covered in dust from the unpaved roads, a local came by to comment: ‘Now who are these two tramps coming into town?’ “Growing up there, we didn’t go many places, but the most exciting event was driving down to Fredericton to see the Royal visit: (the date was June 13, 1939, to join 7,000 other children, as noted by The Telegraph Journal – the first Royal visit of a reigning monarch to Canada: King George VI and his wife Elizabeth, the Queen Mother. Almost fifty years later, Bea’s son in law Miguel Monast would have the honour ((and resulting humorous stories)) of serving the Queen Mother while working as Purser on a special Air Canada return flight to London.) Bea continued: “Winter’s, we tied flattened tin cans to our boots and skated on the mill pond, skied the hills, and walked across the frozen St John. Summers were fun times: crossing on Tom Stewart’s hand cranked wire ferry for five cents to RdeC Siding on the other side, swimming and trout fishing up the brook, or at the dam below the bridge. The boys would show off, balancing across that skinny guardrail over the dam’s top to the other side, taking bets for a bottle of pop who could do it best as us girls were chewing our nails. My brothers and others would climb the beams of the covered bridge – hide up there, in wait for a girl to walk through it, then jump down and try for a kiss. The same trick at nighttime with a scream, would be to scare them… Behind the one room school on the river bank’s highest edge, was the outhouse. Us girls would hide a lipstick up on a beam. Recess, we’d go out, try it on, act smart, play on the log teeter totter, then wipe the lipstick off before returning to class. A monthly water pail monitor would go up to a nearby farm, pump water, and bring it back where we’d all share the same drinking cup. Don’t think we ever got sick from passing it all around, but some boys would spit in it and think that was funny. My grandmother Emma Bishop, was the local midwife who delivered everyone around. She was also the church organist. Grampy built that church in 1898. I learned to chord on a piano they dragged way upstairs, also played the ukulele – Little Brown Jug. Grammy also enjoyed the social life at the other end of life: funerals. It was common practice then to lay the person out in the parlor of their home for a few days so that people would have time to travel the rough roads to attend. Grammy would drag me to every funeral, sit me in a chair next to the deceased, lay one hand on their hand, and tell me to stay and keep it there. She would then go gather me a few sandwiches and a piece of pie or baked goods, put it in my other hand, and chat for ages with her lady friends. Wintertime, the deceased were kept in padlocked ice houses on shelves of all the churches until spring thaw. Bill always had a saying that you should never be afraid of the deceased or cemeteries, that it was the living who would harm you. On leave from the War, I took the train down to see family in 1943. Grammy had the flu, and said she didn’t want to hug me in case I caught it. I went back, and in a short time, she passed. I couldn’t return for the funeral. When the church Grampy built, accidentally burned in 1944 – it was across from our house-store, Mom was told to grab a few things quickly and run out. All she took in the suitcase were two framed photos of her sons overseas: Archie and Donald, fearing they may never return. I have the letter Dad wrote to me soon after, filled with hope for a good life soon, everyone together, and for the War’s end. There weren’t greeting cards: we’d just hand write on paper and deliver them to people and make it a social visit. Not like nowadays. End of year, we didn’t have yearbooks. Instead, we’d buy autograph books. Still have them. (An entry from Bea reads: ‘ U R 2 sweet 2 me 2 be 4 gotten / 10 derly, Beatrice E. Others from Jan. 26, 1938 to best friend: “Dear Phylis: “Times are hard. Boy’s are plenty. Don’t get married, until you’re twenty”. .. “Life is sweet, but oh so bitter, to court a gal, and then not get her. “) – And soon, those adult lives unfolded. Bea left for later business schooling in Woodstock, where her uncle was a judge. “Phyllis and another gal and I rented in a boarding house. We’d pay twenty five cents for a bundle of firewood to heat our room and cook on the woodstove. After graduation of secretarial and shorthand – kept that book, I went back to the ‘Chute. There was a big potato farmer across the line who liked me, Clarence Wolverton. He’d skied over. One time he came with a wedding ring. I liked him, but not to marry. so went down to St John with Phyllis and we both signed up with the Canadian army. As we joked then – lots of fellas to choose from; rows of them. A girl could sure have her choice! My officers training was at Barriefield, St Anne de Belleview, Quebec. Went back to the old classroom on a visit in 2000, now McDonald College. An army man there, Stan Stysowski, asked me if I wanted to go on a blind date with his army pal Bill Terlecki. I said – nah, just going for a pack of smokes and go wash my hair. He said the guy was good looking, and had dark hair. I always preferred dark haired fellows, so I went. We really liked each other. (Bea always found Bill and Elvis to have similar smouldering looks.) Soon Bill was shipped overseas, where he took twelve rolls of 35mm film to capture WWII. “Us CWAC’s (Canadian Women’s Army Corps) weren’t allowed to fight or carry a gun, but we carried typewriters. I was the head in parade formations in the many marches we did. (Photos of them.) After the war, Bill and I married at my Uncle Percy Bishop and Aunt Isobell Shaver Bishop’s church in Etobicoke at Burnhamthorpe and Renforth. Bill donated them a painting that is still there, one of many he bought from starving Dutch artists in Holland at War’s near end.” (Their farm across from the T Eaton farm at Highway 27 and Burnhamthorpe had the farmhouse moved to a park nearby in 1980: Broadacres Park as development creeped in.) “Bill’s friends were Bohemian artists Emanual Hahn (Canadian coin designer), Pauline and Willie Fediow, and also John Candy’s parents. (Bill photographed his parents wedding.)

“After the war, I worked for the Bank of Montreal in dealing with the accounts for deceased soldiers who never made it back. Bill asked me to marry him. I said before I’d do that, he’d have to meet my family, so we took the train down. It was love at first sight for all. We moved to NB, and had eleven beautiful years there raising a family with dozens of my relatives nearby. He fell in love with the place. About the only time I ever saw Bill cry, was when we had to leave to move back to Toronto on our daughter Janice’s tenth birthday (November 16, 1959), due to the recession that came in fifty eight. At the time, there was a polio outbreak across in Maine. After the war, Dad built an autobody garage for my older brothers return from WWII, but they went on to other careers, so Bill was right at home there as a panel beater, fixing the first roll over car of McCains Foods when they began nearby in Florenceville, down river in fifty seven or so. We ran it as a Texaco, and later Irving station.” Living in Toronto’s west end of Central Etobicoke, after Bill’s passing, Bea kept house until age ninety-six. She was one of a very few working women in the early sixties there. Her position was head of order desk at A. Staimen & Sons steel company for twenty five years. A lifelong avid news and politics follower right up to her last day – Bea canvassed for hockey player Red Kelly when he went into politics – her dad ran in politics, as did her judge-uncle, and also Percy Bishop was an Etobicoke Alderman. Bea was very proud on her 100th birthday, to receive greetings of that occasion from King Charles and Queen Camilla, PM Justin Trudeau, The Governor General of Canada, and Pope Francis.

Bea’s years of disciplined living stemming from army training, saw her even at 101 – up and dressed at 7:45 AM on the edge of her bed at son Billy’s home. Pre Covid years Sunday Mass with Miguel playing the organ, and son cantoring with the choir, were followed by the big dinners afterwards. Each morning, she was eager for the window of her favourite chair downstairs where devoted, retired service dog Tommy Boy awaited, Bea would remark: “Thank you God, for the sunshine, and another day.” Visits from Nancy, Pieter, and neighbours, were great memory makers. Bea loved the car trips back to the old neighbourhood, and Popeye’s chicken or whatever treat planned. Having out lived everyone in her phone book except a few, Bea was profuse in her “thank you’s” for the smallest thing, action. It didn’t seem necessary, but to her it was, constantly to that last moment. Giving thanks back also for giving us life, and devoted care ~ we now continue our thanks to Bea Terlecki: mother, friend, and more…

“As for us, our life is like grass. We grow and flourish like a wildflower. Then the wind blows on it, and it is gone – No one sees it again.” Psalms 103: 15,16.

The family will receive friends at Rod Abrams Funeral Home, 1666 Tottenham Rd., Tottenham 905-936-3477 on Friday April 24, 2026 from 10am until 11am. A Graveside interment service will follow at Glendale Memorial Cemetery, 1810 Albion Road, Etobicoke at 12:30pm. Online condolences and memories may be left for the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.

Wendy Rose Anne Friedrich (née Weeda), passed away peacefully on April 12, 2026 at the age of 63 after her battle with cancer. Beloved wife of Tom Friedrich, High School sweethearts, and loving mother of Benjamin Friedrich (Eliza) and Erika Strucke (Terrence), Oma to Mazikeen and Colter Strucke. Her last words were “I love you guys” while holding the hands of her children and husband – a sentiment which is returned ten-fold by her family and friends.

Wendy will be missed by her siblings Paul (Joanne) Weeda, Bert (Rachel) Weeda, Bill Weeda, Theo Weeda (Barb), Rudy (Debbie) Weeda, Ron (Pam) Weeda, and Norma (Tom) Truckel. She is predeceased by her loving parents, Meeuwis and Hendrinais, sister Ria (the late Rick Kenny), and sister-in-law Anita. She will be forever in the hearts of her nieces, nephews, extended family, and friends.

A Celebration of Wendy’s Life will be held in the Cliffside Hall on Sunday, April 26, 2026, from 1:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. at Rod Abrams Funeral Home, 1666 Tottenham Road, Tottenham (905-936-3477).

In memory of Wendy, flowers may be sent to Rod Abrams Funeral Home. Purple was her favourite colour.

Condolences and memories may be shared with the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.

Peacefully passed away at Southlake Regional Hospital, Newmarket, Ontario, surrounded by the love of his family, on April 11, 2026. Bob Carson, in his 88th year, beloved husband of Gail Harvey Carson (née McDougall). Loving father of Bill Harvey, Guy Carson of Calgary and family, and the late Robin (Glen) MacNeil. Dearly loved grandpa of Christine Harvey (Zac Moore). Bob will be missed by his great-grandchildren Silas, Levi, and Veyda. Fondly remembered by his brother Gord (Gwen) Carson. He will be forever in the hearts of his nieces, nephews, extended family, and friends.

The family will receive friends at Rod Abrams Funeral Home, 1666 Tottenham Road, Tottenham (905-936-3477) on Tuesday, April 21, 2026, from 10:00 a.m. until the time of the Funeral Service in the chapel at 11:00 a.m. A reception will follow in Cliffside Hall.

Donations in Bob’s memory to the charity of your choice would be appreciated. Online condolences and memories may be shared with the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.

Passed away in his 40th year at Collingwood General and Marine Hospital on Monday, April 6th at 7:54 p.m., surrounded by his loving family. He is survived by his wife of 15 years, Harley, his brother-in-law P.J., and his father-in-law Peter. He is predeceased by his mother Sherry and his mother-in-law Bonnie.

The family will receive friends at Rod Abrams Funeral Home, 1666 Tottenham Road, Tottenham (905-936-3477) on Saturday, April 25, 2026, from 12:00 p.m. until the time of the Funeral Service in the chapel at 1:00 p.m.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to your local animal shelter in Chris’s memory.

Online condolences and memories may be shared with the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.

Passed peacefully at The Pines in Bracebridge, Ontario, on April 8, 2026, in her 95th year.

Beloved wife of the late Eric Adair and loving mother of Janice Alderdice (Keith). Predeceased by her brother, Irwin Brown, and her sisters, Mildred Butcher, Fay Stonehouse, and Arlie Toms. Cherished grandmother of Jim Newell and Jeremy Newell, and great-grandmother of Dean Newell. She will be fondly remembered as a special aunt to Sandra Jackson and her family, as well as by many nieces and nephews.

Elsie was an elementary school teacher and, together with Eric, enjoyed their time at their winter home in Florida and their summer home on Georgian Bay.

A private service for close family and friends will be held at Schomberg Union Cemetery this spring.

In memory of Elsie, donations may be made to the OSPCA. Condolences and memories may be shared at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.
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It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Cindy Murton Hughes. Cindy, beloved wife, daughter, sister, and friend, passed away peacefully on April 9th in Newcastle, Ontario, surrounded by the love of her family, following a brief battle with cancer.

Born on October 23, 1958, in London, Ontario, Cindy enjoyed her childhood and teen years in Tottenham, where she formed lifelong memories.

As a young woman, she embraced the excitement of city life, moving to Toronto to experience urban living and to work in the heart of downtown. She later made her home in Oshawa, where she built a life filled with love and companionship with her husband, Jerry Hughes.

Cindy was the cherished daughter of Jim (Norm) Murton and Verna Murton (predeceased). She will be deeply missed by her sisters, Cathy (Pete Eisener) and Christine (David Shorey), and their families.

Throughout her life, Cindy enjoyed a variety of careers at OLG, Buss Marketing, and ultimately found her place in internal broadcasting at General Motors, where she was known for her dedication, creativity, and warm presence.

Cindy will be remembered for her kindness, her sense of humour, and her ability to connect with people from all walks of life. Her legacy lives on in the hearts of those who loved her.

A private family gathering will take place. Donations to Marigold Hospice in Newcastle or your local hospice are welcome.

Hugh Gordon Rolph passed away peacefully, leaving behind a legacy of quiet strength, deep kindness, and a life grounded in the simple pleasures he held dear.
Born in King City, Ontario, on May 22, 1938, Hugh was the son of Mary and Ernest and the younger brother of Anthony. From a young age, he attended St. Andrew’s College, where he formed lifelong friendships with Peter Ketchum, Dem Rogers, John Shearson, Hugh Coulson, Mike McMurrich and others. These bonds would remain an important part of his life for decades to come.
Hugh married Jean Anne Ellis on August 28, 1970. Together, they built a life centred around their home “Maple Hill” on a rolling green landscape just outside Tottenham, Ontario. They nourished and cherished this property for over 50 years. It was here they raised their family and created a place filled with love, warmth, tradition and lasting memories.
He was a devoted father to Sandra Gale, Malinda Robin, and their late sister Sheila, who passed away as an infant. Hugh was also a proud father-in-law to Tim Griffis and Kolt Luty, and a deeply loved grandfather to Eli Rolph Griffis, Maple McKenzie Griffis, Rush Danger John Luty, and Holiday Rebel Betsy Luty.
A tall and stately presence, Hugh was known for his quiet nature and gentle kindness. He found joy not in grand gestures, but in the rhythm of everyday life. He could often be found sitting on the deck at Maple Hill, looking out over the land he and Anne had built together, watching the sunset with a stogie in hand and a glass of his favourite Scotch nearby.
Hugh dedicated many years of his professional life as an owner and partner alongside Jack Howard at Plastic and Paper Sales Limited, where he was respected for his integrity and the strong relationships he built.
Outside of work, he treasured time spent outdoors. Every weekend at Maple Hill, Hugh could be found within arm’s reach of his red Massey Ferguson tractor whether it was snow plowing, cutting grass, tending to the vegetable gardens, or simply pottering around the property. He was rarely far from it, and over the years it was as constant and dependable as he was.
Each autumn, he looked forward to hunting trips with his old St. Andrew’s friends, continuing a tradition that spanned a lifetime. Summers were often spent at Pointe-au-Barrel, at the cottage of his dear friend Peter Ketchum. And, of course, the New Year’s bonfire. This was a place filled with family, fishing, blueberry picking, and some of his happiest memories.
Family traditions, such as collecting maple sap, were important to Hugh which was why he diligently tapped and tended the trees each spring in the old fashioned way. The scent of maple syrup boiling in the bush became one of the many small, enduring details that defined him and a reminder of his connection to the land and to the life he built.
Though distance took his daughters far from home in later years, the love within the family remained constant and strong.
Hugh will be remembered as a devoted husband, father, grandfather, brother, and friend. He will be deeply missed.
The family will receive friends at Rod Abrams Funeral Home, 1666 Tottenham Rd., Tottenham (905-936-3477), on Saturday, May 2, with visitation from 10:00 a.m. until the time of the funeral service in the chapel at 11:00 a.m.
In lieu of flowers, donations in memory of Hugh may be made to St. Andrew’s College or to the charity of your choice.
Condolences and memories may be shared with the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.

Pearce: Grant Douglas,
Peacefully passed away at his home in Beeton, surrounded by the love of his family, on April 4, 2026. Grant Pearce, at the age of 69 years, beloved husband of 50 years to Marie Pearce (nee: Folkeard). Loving father of Nicolas Pearce, and Alicia Crowley (Matt). Dearly loved “Yaya” of Ben. Predeceased by his siblings Anne, Mag, and Gord. Fondly remembered by his sister in laws Dianne Hodgson (the late Dave), Brenda Chamczuk (Scott Miller), and Alberta Reynolds (Warren). Forever in the hearts of his nieces, nephews, extended family and friends. Grant lived life boldly and bravely and will be deeply missed.

Cremation has taken place and a private family Celebration of Grant’s Life will be held. For those who wish, donations in Grant’s memory to Canadian Cancer Society  or to the Ontario Federation of Anglers and Hunters would be appreciated. Condolences and memories may be left for the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com

Forestell: Patrick Gerard,

It is with sorrow and much love that we mourn the passing of Patrick Forestell on March 19, 2026, in St. Albert, Alberta, at the age of 93.

He will be greatly missed by his sister, Theresa Hewittson; his children, Mary Wood (Mike), Nancy Forestell (Peter), and Gerry Forestell (Anne); his grandchildren, Alex (Nikki), Cait (Ben), Kieran, Ben (Palma), and Nathan (Samantha); his great-grandchildren, Owen and Emmy; and many nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his wife Alice (nee O’Leary).

Pat was born the 9th of 11 children to Helena and Daniel Forestell in Coniston, Ontario. His strong work ethic was established early on. As a teenager, and while still in school, he worked a succession of jobs as a cook’s assistant on a railway maintenance gang, delivering milk, and driving a taxi. After graduating from high school, he began a 40-year career with the Canadian National Railway, starting out as an operator in stations across northern and southern Ontario, and ending as a train control officer in Toronto. Throughout the 60 years he lived in Tottenham after his marriage to Alice, he was involved in the local community as a volunteer firefighter, Public Utilities Commissioner, and treasurer of the St. Francis Xavier church parish council. He was also an avid sports enthusiast, playing hockey, golf, curling, and cross-country skiing. As a golfer, he was proud of both his 3 holes-in-one and being able to still walk the fairway well into his 80s.

One of Pat’s most notable accomplishments was his role as a caregiver to Alice who had progressive MS. Over numerous years, his care made it possible for her to live as fully as possible and to remain at home. He was beloved among the personal care workers who came to their home because of his devotion to Alice and the respect and appreciation he consistently showed to them.

At the age of 85, Pat made the difficult decision to leave Tottenham to live near his eldest daughter, Mary, in St. Albert, Alberta. In the years which followed, he experienced relatively good health and enjoyed opportunities to spend time with family from near and far. Although he expressed exasperation with Alberta politics from time to time, he was willing to appreciate the talents of the Edmonton Oilers despite his unwavering loyalty to the Montreal Canadiens. He also continued to regularly skunk his children at Cribbage.

The family wishes to extend special thanks to the staff of Mission Hill Village, to his home care workers, and to his family physician, Dr. Hamza Alqesar.

Memorial donations may be made in the name of Patrick Forestell to a charity of your choice.

Cremation has taken place. A Funeral Mass will be held in St. James Church Colgan 2118 Adjala Tecumseth Townline, Tottenham at 11:30am on Monday May 4, 2026, with Interment in St. James Cemetery. A reception will follow at Rod Abrams Funeral Home 1666 Tottenham Rd., Tottenham, in the Cliffside Hall. Condolences and memories may be left for the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Enrico “Ed” Tittoto. He passed away peacefully at Matthew’s House Hospice, in the loving arms of his wife, Elizabeth Tittoto, and his adopted daughter, Brittney Hatton, after a long battle with liver disease.
Enrico will be remembered as someone who lived life to the fullest. He was known for his sense of humour and wit in every conversation whether in person or over the phone as well as his conscientiousness, vitality, determination, and the deep love he showed for his family and friends.
In addition to his wife and daughter, Enrico will be deeply missed by his brothers, Guido and Sergio, and his nephew Michael (Alessia) Tittoto. He was a proud granduncle to Charlotte.
A talented tradesman and proud member of IBEW Local 353, Enrico worked as an electrician for decades. He left his mark on numerous major projects, including Pearson Airport Terminal 2 following in the footsteps of his late father, Nino, who worked on Terminal 1 as well as Oakville Ford, Southlake Hospital, and many others. Though the work could be dangerous, it was a profession he truly loved.
Enrico had a passion for fishing and often spoke fondly of his end-of-summer trips with the Galloway family. He was also an active member of the Alliston Sportsmen’s Club, where he volunteered as a Range Safety Officer (RSO). He had a deep appreciation for cars, from his favourite blue and white Z28 Camaro to his blue Sonata, caring for them with pride and dedication.
He also loved to travel, embracing adventure wherever he went. In later years, Enrico and his wife enjoyed taking day trips to cities across Ontario, creating many cherished memories together.
Enrico cared deeply for those closest to him, and he will be greatly missed by the many lives he touched. His wisdom and memory will live on through the lasting impact he made on the world and on those he loved.
Cremation has taken place, and a Celebration of Enrico’s Life will be held in the Cliffside Hall on Wednesday, April 8, 2026, from 12:00 p.m. – 3:00 p.m. at Rod Abrams Funeral Home, 1666 Tottenham Rd., Tottenham (905-936-3477).
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Matthew’s House Hospice, and you are also encouraged to consider registering as an organ and tissue donor at BeADonor.ca. Condolences and memories may be shared with the family at www.RodAbramsFuneralHome.com.