MARGARET PEARCE (TAYLOR)

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MARGARET PEARCE (nee TAYLOR) April 25, 1913 - October 27, 2004 Margaret Taylor passed away peacefully at the Victoria General Hospital with her eldest son at her side. Margaret was born at her family home, Cannington Manor in Saskatchewan. She was predeceased by her brothers, Herb, Alan, Lloyd, Will, Jack and David. Margaret leaves to mourn her loss, son David (Lainie) Pearce, Kenora, ON; son Dennis (Judy) Pearce, Thompson, MB and daughter Diane (Dave) Wenger, Courtenay, BC. Margaret also leaves behind her beloved grandchildren, Christine Craig, Palm Desert, California; Leanne Wenger, Maple Ridge, BC; Mandy Pearce, Vancouver, BC; Margo Pearce, Vancouver, BC; Georgia Pearce, Brandon, MB; Kelly Pearce, Brandon, MB; step-grandsons, Ian and Eric Van Buskirk, Thompson, MB; great-grandson Noah Pearce, Brandon, MB. Margaret was a devoted mother and attentive loving grandmother. She worked as a strong partner in three business enterprises with her husband Ken Pearce. She offered a lifetime of service to her church and the communities in which she lived. Margarets children will be "taking her home to Cannington" where her ashes will be interned privately at the Cannington Church cemetery with members of the Taylor family present at a service to witness her return and celebrate her life. Heartfelt thanks are extended to the staff at "Rosewood - Garden House" and the Victoria General Hospital for the excellent care and kindness Margaret received at the end of her years. A special thanks is also extended to Bev Cowan and the Reid McMurchy family for lighting up Margarets life so often with their visits at Rosewood. Donations may be made in Margarets memory to the Victoria General Hospital Auxiliary. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all thats best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens oer her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and oer that brow, So soft, so calm, so eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love was innocent! Lord Byron

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Nov 04, 2004