Some photos of Grandma (and family) in her younger days!
Ladies and Gentlemen,
When Margie asked me to be the master of ceremonies this afternoon she also asked me if I would talk about Aunt Edna’s life. Instead of talk about you Auntie Edna, I am going to talk to you.
For all of us here this afternoon, you represent a friend, a sister-in-law, a cousin, an aunt, a great-grandmother, a grandmother, or mother whatever this relationship however, we are here to show our love and respect for you.
Your roots go back in the Jumping Pound and Cochrane communities. In you, I believe are found to be those qualities so admired in the pioneers of this country.
I have always admired your great strength, often in adversity nurtured by your upbringing, the love of and from Uncle Percy, and your family, and a strong faith in God.
Your concern for others is evident and all of us have been touched by this concern in one way or another.
Your considerable efforts in making a home for your family and in helping to make the ranch what it is today have been noted. One always has an always will be made to feel welcome wherever you call home.
The Jumping Pound community is a better place because of your commitment to and involvement in its development. And the Cochrane community is now benefitting from this same commitment.
Your warmth and regard for others whether family and friends or for strangers has been something I have envied in you. You have that rare quality to make others feel comfortable and welcome.
Thus,. As well as wishing you a Happy Birthday Auntie Edna, I wish and I believe everyone here would also wish to say thank you for being a part of our lives. We all owe you something in one way or another
Grandma, You are so giving and loving. You always know the right thing to say. You are always ready to lend a helping hand. You always have as mile to cheer up my day. You have given me so many fond memories. You always make your house feel like home. You are very trusting (especially in letting your grand children drive your car without a license!) You always take the time to talk to everyone. You are so kind and I am very grateful that I have such a wonderful Grandma that I love so much.
Happy 80th birthday! Love always, Melissa
Grandma. Here is a poem just for you, the best grandma in the world.
Loving, caring, soothing
ready, beautiful, young, playful
Loving, playing, laughing,
Wow this one really made me miss my Dad. I remember as a little kid rolling up in the driveway here with my family and Grandma and Grandpa meeting us with big smiles. Grandma usually had a wonderful feast ready for us – roast beef and all the fixin’s – and we were brought in with love and smiles. Forget Disney, Grandma’s kitchen was the happiest place on earth.
To Mom on your 80th Birthday
How fortunate I am to have you as my mother-in-law! Ever since our first meeting, I felt your warmth and love.
I think of the birthday party you and Margi put on for me in Toronto well before Margi and I were married; birthday cake and all – and with things in the cake (Ben though I had to give them back since they were from a charm bracelet).
When we moved to Calgary you and Dad went to such effort to make me part of the family.
I think about after Melissa was born we would arrive at the ranch in the evening with nearly a truck load of baby stuff; the car would hardly have come to a stop before the two of you would be out the door to greet us and unload. What a great feeling!
I think about all the times sitting around your kitchen table sharing what was going on in our very different lives: ours in law and yours in ranching. How you shared your values with us. How you were so patient with me and my lack of any knowledge and understanding of ranching and its lifestyle. Your understanding of the ranchers and their families taught me to give them legal advice that satisfied their emotional needs as well as the requirements of the law.
I thank you for always being available; to listen about our good times and about our bad; to give advice and give the one thing we need most- LOVE.
I wish for you on your eightieth birthday the best of health and happiness, and especially peace and love. Love John
Your 80th birthday is not only a wonderful opportunity to celebrate with your friends a life that has enriched all of us, it also gives us a chance to give thanks for some of these qualities that make you such a wonderful person.
What an exciting and varied life you’ve lived. And yet you’ve always managed to adapt to the present while preserving important aspects of the past. That I think is one of the most important qualities of your character.
All my life I’ve been enthralled by your stories of growing up in Cochrane, marrying Dad, the early days on the ranch, and the establishment of our home. You’ve given continuity to our family by passing these stories onto your grandchildren and I hope we’ve all gained an appreciation of the fact that much of what we enjoy today is a result of the efforts of you and Dad.
In my own childhood memories, you of course played a pivotal role. How lucky I am to have that memory of coming home from school on a cold day and entering a kitchen full of freshly baked break, doughnuts, and love. Always you had a treat waiting for us when we got home.
Your life didn’t lack excitement or challenges; I can remember you rushing someone off to the hospital because of an accident in the field while simultaneously making plans to feed a crew of hungry people supper. You saw to it that your (often reluctant) children had the benefit of music lessons even if it meant tackling roads that today we might consider impassable without a four wheel drive. (I personally came as close as I ever want to climbing a telephone pole on one of those trips)
When it was necessary, you weren’t afraid to take on the medical establishment, and I will always be grateful that against everyone’s advice you had the courage and foresight to take me to Warm Springs where I got a brace that helped change my life.
Your own active imagination has always helped you understand the dreams of others. The support you gave me when I wanted to go to school in far off places gave me the opportunity to enrich my life indescribably, I now know I had a remarkably privileged education and life experience in my teens and twenties. Your tolerance in these matters is a great example to me as a parent: you may not have always agreed with what I was doing, but I always had your support and that gave me the courage to go on.
We’ve had some very good times together too. Such as our trip to Nassau when I was in high school… do you remember your reaction when I thought you should run back into our burning hotel to rescue my Calypso records?
It wasn’t until I became an adult that I came to appreciate your real gifts to your children: you example of a sincere religious faith, concern for your fellow men, and an ability to set goals and work to achieve them.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM…. And thank you! Love Margi
Grandma 80, what will I give you Grandma. 80, it’s your Birthday! Granda 80 EVERYTHING’S HAPPY AND GAY!
It’s your birthday
It’s your birthday hurray, hurray! It’s your birthday, today, today. Hurry up! Aren’t you going to the hall. We’re cleaning up and decorating the wall. Presents and speeches and everything else! (Except a limo)
Wife of Percy Copithorne. Children Sheila, Margi, Marshall. children osf Sheila, Betty, Dixie and Lynn. Children of Margi, Gillian and Melissa. Children of Marshall, Cherie, Kathy, Michelle, Ryan, Jennifer and Erin. Son of Betty, Jimmy. Daughter and son of Dixie, Philip and Heather. Husbands and wives, Art, husband of Dixie, Teresa, wife of Marshall. Keith, husband of Betty. John, husband of Margi. Ted, husband of Sheila.
All by Jennifer Copithorne
Why I love Grandma. Because you are my grandma and you’re courteous and wonderful!
I love these memories, Michelle describes some of the absolute best moments of my childhood. In fact, the only “downside” of going to Grandma’s as a kid was worrying about the boogeyman who lived in the basement (Grandma had trained us all that the boogeyman lives in the dirt part of the basement). All these years later I’m still a bit scared to go in the basement. But the memories of that special cake, the pull-taffy, and the famous tea times will live in my heart forever. I’m pretty sure I found her tea leaf reading book in the junk room a while ago – I’ll have to go look for it.
Well Gramma, this is it: the big EIGHT ZERO. So, how does it feel to be so wise and well cultured? Ever since I’ve known you, which has been 18 years and 1 month, you have had a direct influence on my life. Ah yes, how I remember Melissa and I terrorizing you and your house. How you put up with us, I’ll never know. I remember how the big highlight of my life was to go over to Gramma’s house for the afternoon and have tea at 4:00 everyday, life would stop in order that the tea could be served, it was quite the event. Of course there would be cookies galore, of all sorts, and if we were REALLY good, we would get our own teapot. Melissa and I would always fight over who was going to get the teapot, or who was going to sit beside Gramma. In the end, Gramma would always step in and solve our dilemma. To finish the afternoon off, Gramma would always read our tea leaves to see what our future held. To my knowledge none of the predictions have come true, but I haven’t lost hope yet. There are so many fond memories I have of you, Gramma, I just don’t know where to begin. Let’s see… sleep-overs, reading comics, making pull-taffy, your “favourite cake”, going to church with you and eating shrimp sandwiches after, going to. Hawaii, and even sweet-talking police officers. I’d just like to say that you are, and always will be, the bestest Gramma us grandkids could ever have.
Love ya lots and lots. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Love Michelle
Grammas are Special by Ryan Copithorne
As years have gone by, I think of the fun Because of the special things my Gramma has done. The making of pull taffy and afternoon teas, A constant supply of doughnuts and cookies. Looking under the branches of our Christmas tree, Yes, the biggest present is from Gramma to me. She’s always there for driving me places And when asking for money, surprisingly kind faces! The cookies, the doughnuts, and special things you do, Are some of the reasons that the best Gramma is you!
Happy 80th Gramma, Ryan Copithorne.
It seems like it’s been a long time, almost forever. But then when one really thinks about it the whole affair has flashed by so incredibly fast. You had I have seen a lot happen and we sure missed out on a few things too. It seems as though when ever there was work to be done you were never too far. When fun and happiness were the order of the day you also were there. However, when I look back on it you were, in every case, the one making the greatest contribution to everyone else’s happiness and comfort.
Isn’t it remarkable the changes you and I have witnessed in our short span together. Remember what kind of world we lived in that day in November 1936 when you (and I) sat helpless in an old blue car, jammed in a burning hay slide with your world all on fire. Since then World War 2 and it’s uncertainties like no sugar for candy, no metal for Tory, and no Japanese oranges for Christmas.
Remember the horses, Old Spades, Captain, Old Buck, the Shetland pony, Pinkey, Cope, Shannon, Dusty, Daphne, Slim, Old Gus and of course Clipper the stake race horse. Remember the Clydesdales Pat, Shorty, Dick, Walley, Ben, and many more. Flora and Andy were exceptions as percherons while nobody ever knew what Old Toots was.
My memories with you are bright summer days, bumble bees and flowers, grass too long for the mower, toys – wagons – dolls – wire – you name it hidden in the yard for Dad’s July 1st mowing exercise. Remember looking all over for turkey eggs, looking for turkeys, setting hens, coyotes, and hailstorms. You were the best pie maker this country will ever have. I don’t know how you did all the things there were to do in those days. I do know we never missed a meal, all 15 of us. Our laundry was always done on time and you also found time to be a loving, comfy mother to all including the hired help.
You were quite a bronc buster in your day. Remember Chick! A horse few would ride. Moccasin telegraph told of trouble at Little Jumping Pound School and Chick, being the only horse isn’t eh barn because nobody could ride him, found himself going lickety split down the bank and across the creek headed west towards the school whether he liked it or not.
You have never stopped in your efforts to us all Mom. When one looks at the changes in 80 years, nothing has changed under the sun. Wars, floods, fast horses or fast cars, apple pie, picking berries. Moms and kids will never change because if they do all will be lost.
Thanks Mom for all the years. We wish you a well deserved happy birthday. 80 years, another 80 years and all will be the same under the sun thanks to moms like you.
Love you much,
My Grandma is a very special person, but more than just a person whom I love very much, she is also someone I greatly admire. The building of the Copithorne family and their ranch would not have been as successful without her. She worked so hard for so many years and yet has always kept a beautiful grace and style.
My husband Keith and I are very proud to be her granddaughter and grandson in law
Keith and Betty Godkin
Dear Grandma Copithorne
I want to give you this poem:
I like my Grandma, she is nice, she’ll always love ya, more than twice
I like my Grandma, she is special and great, and for my Grandma, I’ll open my heart’s gate
My most memorable time with Grandma was when I stayed at her place before I left for England. I really enjoyed our long talks. Grandma has always beeen very encouraging and supportive of me in the ministries God has led me into. I really appreciate her many prayers, encouragement, and letters. Thank you so very much Grandma!
There are lots of memories I could talk about with you – such as listening to the Bambi record over and over, going to movies etc. But the most memorable was our trip to Vancouver Island seven years ago. What an adventure! Looking back, some things were kind of funny – such as the flat timer on our rented car – some were serious. I will never forget our conversations because they changed how I looked at things. Your opinions on how important motherhood is, the sanctity of marriage, and your love and respect for grandpa have made a lasting impression. It made me respect your generation for the solid rock of values on which they built this society. Thank you grandma for being you!
Dear Grandma Copithorne
I guess that as an “In-law”, I haven’t been around long enough to have the kind of memories of our times together like Dixie has. But you have made many good impressions on me.
After meeting you the first time, I left realizing that I had met a real “lady”, a person with real manners and gracious attitude, that folks my age don’t have.
Some of my impressions are humorous too, like finding out at my engagement party with Dixie, that you had been sure to “check me out” with my high school teacher, Gordon Davies. You didn’t want your granddaughter to marry any “riff-raff”. I hope I passed the test.
And the time you lent us the use of your ranch house for our honeymoon, and leapt it a secret from Marshall. Marshall would have given us a good chivarce , but you kept it under your hat!
But my best impression of you is second hand. It comes from seeing the love and respect that my wife, Dixie, has for you and also believing that you share our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.
With love and respect