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JOAN EVELYN DEWSON (published on February 14, 2009)



JOAN EVELYN DEWSON (nee WHITE) April 23, 1922 - February 7, 2009 It is with sadness that Joan's family announces her death, peacefully, at the age of 86. Joan was born to Fred and Minnie White. She furthered her education and received a Bachelor of Arts in 1941 and a Bachelor of Education in 1943. She was the principal of a school in Bowden, Alberta 1941 - 1943, which is how Joan came to meet her future husband Raymond, who had been posted there with the RAF. Joan and Raymond were married on November 26, 1943. Ray was posted back to England in 1944. Joan volunteered to go to the United Kingdom for war service; when the authorities became aware of Joan's education and experience, she was assigned to teach in Manchester. Joan stayed with relatives near Manchester and taught at Stockport College until 1946. Ray was de-mobilized from the RAF in 1946 and together they moved to the city of Hull in Yorkshire. In 1947, they returned to Canada, touching ground in Calgary, then moving to Edmonton a year later. In 1959, Joan, Ray and family set off for a life in Winnipeg. Later with their family grown, they moved to Oakbank where they spent twenty-five wonderful years, summers of gardening and winters attending the University of Winnipeg senior classes. They moved back to Winnipeg, due to Joan's deteriorating health. In addition to her teaching abilities, Joan was an accomplished painter. Always self-motivated, she studied in Japan, the Banff School of Fine Arts, as well as with several noted individual artists. She was especially fond of the Forum Art Institute in its early years. Her work has been part of collections and exhibitions in Winnipeg and in other cities in Canada, the U.S. and Europe. Joan had the gift of music and could play several instruments by both ear and sight, but her favourite being the piano. When Joan was younger, she and her mother would play for dances; Joan on the piano and her mother playing the violin. Joan was an avid traveller. First with Ray and the family and later on her own trips to visit Valerie in Europe and Japan. When her granddaughters were old enough, Joan took Jana Rae to China and Vanessa to Turkey. Joan loved to read and learn about the places she was to visit. Joan kept wonderful photographs, writings and later paintings of her adventures. Reading was a passionate fuel for her thoughts on any topic. Joan loved playing cards, bridge, canasta and solitaire. Not even the weekend crossword puzzles could stump her. Looking after each other for 65 years, left to mourn Joan are her husband Ray, sons Michael (Ann), Bryan (Nancy), Mark (Cheryl) and daughter Valerie. Joan was the most interesting person one could ever meet. A family rule was never to discuss religion or politics with her, unless you were secure with knowledge. She was proud of her family and she led by example and encouraged all of us to live by the truth. According to Joan's wishes, cremation has taken place and a funeral service will be not be held. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the Alzheimer's Society, 120 Donald Street, Winnipeg, MB, R3C 4G2. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas NEIL BARDAL INC. 204-949-2200 nbardal.mb.ca


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