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ERNST SIGISMUND DOORNINK -
Born: Mar 24, 1914
Date of Passing: May 28, 2001
Send Flowers to the Family Offer Condolences or MemoryERNST SIGISMUND DOORNINK 1914 - 2001 Peacefully, after a lengthy and often painful illness, Ernst Doornink passed away at the Seven Oaks Hospital on May 28, 2001, with his family at his side. He will be lovingly remembered by his wife of more than 66 years, Lambertha; daughters, Erna Apperloo (Marc), Elly Van Endhoven (Philip) sons, Bart (Wendy) and Ernst Jr. (Irma) grandchildren and great-grandchildren in Canada and The Netherlands. Ernst was born in Rotterdam, The Netherlands on March 24, 1914. There he received his schooling, specializing in woodcarving and furniture design. In 1959 he immigrated to Canada with his wife and two sons, settling in Winnipeg. In 1979 he retired from the custodial staff of the University of Manitoba. Ernest was a loving husband and father and a resourceful provider for his family. Funeral service will be held on Thursday, May 31 at 2:00 p.m., at St. Johns Presbyterian Church, 251 Bannerman Ave., with Rev. Ken Innes presiding. At the familys request, a private interment will follow in Green Acres Memorial Gardens. Special thanks from the family to the Staff of Seven Oaks Hospital, Emergency Room and Unit 2 - 5th Floor, as well as Staff and Nurses in Home Care for their exceptional care and compassion for our Dad. GREEN ACRES FUNERAL CHAPEL 222-3241
As published in Winnipeg Free Press on May 30, 2001
Condolences & Memories (2 entries)
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I have many happy memories visiting Mr. and Mrs. Doornink and son Ernst in their comfy upstairs apartment in an old Victorian home in Winnipeg. Sorry to hear of Mr. Doorninks passing even though I just came across this notice 12 years after it was published. - Posted by: Haike (Harry) Kingma (friend) on: Feb 19, 2013
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My Opa had a money tree. To this day I still do not know how he made it drop money. My brother and I would sit on his lap having already planned who would watch the sky and who would talk to Opa. Somehow no matter how hard we stared we missed the moment the money sprouted from the tree. In everyone's childhood there should be a little magic. I thank my Opa for giving us such a precious gift and I tell my girls to this day about Opa's money tree. - Posted by: Robin () on: Mar 30, 2012