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DON TRENT JAMES

Born: Nov 19, 1926

Date of Passing: Feb 04, 2015

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DON TRENT JAMES Don passed away peacefully at his home, on his own terms, in Lydiatt, Manitoba on February 4, 2015. Don was born on the family farm in Lydiatt November 19, 1926 to the late Gordon Reeder James and the late Margaret Suzanne James (nee Small). Don is survived by his sister Norma (Ron) Jordan, brother Blake, nephews Wayne and Wes (Valerie), niece Diane James (Dan Franklin), grandnephews Michael James (Debra Book), Leslie James, grandniece Kelly James (Matt Perepolkin) and great-grandnephews Hugo and Marcus James-Book. He was predeceased by his parents, his brother Leslie, sister-in-law Irmengard, and brother-in-law Ron Morris. The course of Don's life was deeply affected when he was stricken by polio as a very young boy. He was left with a deformed arm and his health was never again robust. Don said that he developed his love of words, of books, and of poems largely as a result. Throughout his life he felt a deep affinity for the downtrodden, the disadvantaged, and of course the handicapped. He gave generously to his friends and charity from what little he had. His generous heart would not let him do otherwise. Don had an abiding love for Mother Nature and other than a brief stint in Winnipeg delivering telegraphs on his bike as a young man, followed by a couple of years in Vancouver he was able to remain on the farm for his entire life. After his father passed, he was a great comfort to his mother. When her health began to fail he took over the household chores and duties which enabled her to stay at home for many years longer than she otherwise could have. With his disability he could have easily refused the burden of this responsibility but he would not hear of it. "She looked after me when I was a child" he said "and now it is my turn to look after her". Those were very difficult years for him but never did he shirk from his self-imposed duty. Don was well known in the local community during the many years he wrote a weekly article for the local paper about local news, and his coverage of the weekly local magistrate's court in Beausejour. But he was most well-known for his poems. The paper frequently published them and he became known as "Don, the poet". To be recognized as a poet, a weaver of words, was to him, the greatest achievement he could hope for. There was nothing that pleased him more than when someone commented favourably on one of his poems. Several books of his poems were published: Poems Are For People, The Jesus Poems, and Amadeus. Don was a sweet and gentle soul with a deep love of knowledge. He was forever curious about the world around him, how things worked, and what made people tick. All his life he retained a child's curiosity and wonder about the world around him. He was a wonderfully self-educated man, and in particular he had a deep understanding of philosophy and history. He loved to discuss these subjects as well as politics, current events, and sports especially the CFL. If the discussion happened to occur over a glass or two of beer, so much the better. He rarely took the opportunity to show off the depth of his own knowledge, he was always more interested in what others were thinking and why. He was not a collector of things or of material wealth, (he had little of either), but he did have an extensive private library of the world's classics. He had a playful sense of humour that was always close to the surface but that was never biting or hurtful. He would often make fun of himself, but not of others. Despite the physical and material challenges and restrictions of his life Don lived life on his own terms. Deeply committed to the truth as he saw it he was always honest, and forthright in his dealing with others. His was a tolerant, forgiving, sweet and generous soul, and in his own way, he tried to make the world a better place through his kindness and respect towards others, but mostly through sharing his truths with us all through his written words, his beloved poems. Don will be sorely missed by those who knew him best and loved him most. Cremation has taken place. A memorial service will be held at St. John's Lutheran Church of Lydiatt on February 13 at 2:30. SOBERING FUNERAL CHAPEL & CREMATORIUM, Beausejour (204) 268-3510 or MB Toll Free 1-877-776-2220 www.soberingfuneralchapel.com

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Feb 07, 2015

Condolences & Memories (4 entries)

  • Who is Kathleen S.? I recently came upon Don’s book of poems, and am savouring them a few at a time. I am so sorry to have not met this man earlier in our lives. I periodically share a poem with family and friends, and they all ask, who is this man? I have read about Don in “Passages”, and am so happy to know something of this kindly author. Kathleen S. is my daughter, and that is her life he writes about!! Who is the other Kathleen S? Thank you Don for making me think more deeply about my life. I think we may have been friends! Rest In Peace. You have made a difference in this world, and I thank you! Diane - Posted by: Diane (A happy reader of his book Poems for People) on: Jun 04, 2019

  • It is with much sadness that I recently learned about Don' death.I became reacquainted with Don through email correspondence which recently dropped off. We exchanged many letters to which he frequently attached one of his many poems. Don's compassion for and understanding of people was ever present in his correspondence. He also had a keen wit and made astute observations about people. Don's mastery of the English language was reflected in his writing and poetry. He had a 'way with words' and was the ultimate wordsmith! - Posted by: Lucille Pilutik (knew Don causally while growing up in Lydiat MB area) on: Dec 21, 2015

  • My fond memories of my cousin are when I was 5 or 6 years old he recognized my love of art and gave me a set of watercolours in a black tin container. Eight colours. I left Lydiatt when I was 18 years old and was in my own journey of life. When my husband Bill died I had a computer and Don and I would write each other. I saved every poetic word and also have a copy of one of his book of poems. It is with find memories I say adieu Cuz. - Posted by: Naida (Small) Sharyk (Cousin) on: Feb 07, 2015

  • I remember Don for always having a smile and a wave whenever I saw him walking down the road. Also the many times he helped us with school projects with endless supply of magazines so we could do our school projects. He will be missed. - Posted by: Gail Draward Peluk (Friend and old neighbor) on: Feb 07, 2015

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