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June Ironside

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DELLA "JUNE" IRONSIDE

August 12, 1924 - January 19, 2021

It is with deep sadness that we announce the passing of June on January 19, 2021, in the St. Norbert Personal Care Home, at the age of 96 years.

She is survived by her two children, Cheryl (Ed) Rajfur and Don (Sharon) Ironside, and grandchildren, Angela Rajfur, Matthew (Meg) Rajfur and Sarah (Bob) Ironside.  All of the grandchildren agreed that; “We always said we have the bestest Gma”

She was predeceased by her husband Norman Dafoe Ironside, sister Viola Rose McCutcheon, and her parents Violet (nee Morrison) and Earl Leeson.

 

June’s family wish to offer their appreciation to the staff of St. Norbert for their care. In accordance with Mom’s wishes, the cremation has already taken place and no formal service will be held.

 

June grew up on a farm outside of Strathclair Manitoba. She was the youngest of two siblings. After graduating from high school she went to Winnipeg to take a Secretarial course. Upon completion of this course, around 1945, June accepted a job at Bapco Paints in Calgary, Alberta. The next big event in her life was when she met that big strapping’ hunk of a man’ by the name of Norman Ironside. We were told that they met when Norman was visiting at the house which June was boarding in. They married on October 20, 1948 and were living in a walk-up apartment in downtown Calgary. Norm was accepted into the Calgary police force in January, 1948.

In 1956 a sweet little girl by the name of Cheryl Anne was born to June and Norm. In the same year they moved into a new house on the ‘edge of the city’ in the community of Thorncliffe. Even more momentous, was the 1957 arrival of that darling baby boy, Donald Earl.

They continued along in life until the children grew up and moved along to their own lives. June and Norm sold the house in 1987 and moved into the retirement complex of Horizon Village. From there they moved to Brandon, Manitoba so that June could be closer to her aging mother. It was in Brandon where Norm passed away in June of 1997.

Mom was a life long learner. Over the years she  practiced Yoga, Tai chi, photography, and even took up belly dancing.  She was also an avid sewer, she started out making all our Halloween costumes as children then  learned to make parkas, mukluks and duvets. Mom spent many years doing ceramics, stain glass and created many originals using a knitting machine. She even became computer literate at the age of 76 and was constantly on Facebook and Twitter.

Never one to sit around and do nothing, after the turn of the century (in her late seventies) June embarked on tours to Europe and Cuba, she also went to a spa in Mexico all by herself.

After this, June packed up her apartment in Brandon at Lions Manor and, along with a new hip, moved into a retirement home in Winnipeg.

Here June stayed until failing health and a ‘trip’ to the floor landed her (ultimately) at St. Norbert Personal Care Home. Here, she fought off the Corona virus in December, but then passed away in January.

She will be greatly missed. The world seems a bit smaller now.

The family encourages the sharing of stories, memories and condolences by using the comment section on this tribute page.

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Don Ironside

February 8, 2021 at 10:30 AM

An actual memory I have of the past is when mum was once again painting the Thorncliffe corner lot fence. It was not one of her favorite tasks and she was very vocal about it, especially, the big eight foot wind fence on the South West corner of the lot. I also remember how happy she was when Dad replaced most of the wood fences with permanent painted aluminum. However, she flat refused to paint the wind fence after that.❤

Sarah Ironside

February 7, 2021 at 1:38 AM

Grandma is the bestest. I know she would want me to keep a couple of memories alive: "Donald, let me pay to get your teeth whitened. You used to have such beautiful teeth." "Oh Donald, did you cut your hair? Why would you do that? You're curly hair is so much better." I'll miss my partner in crime for picking on Dad, but I understand that she never wanted to live to be 100. She loved her family and would always ask how she got such a great family. I would tell her that I was grateful to have such a great Grandma (even though she never believed me). She would always ask me about our garden and was always excited about what I was growing for the year. It would always result in a story about the farm or a recipe that she remembered. I love you Grandma and I know you'll always be with us in our memories and in our heart. ❤

Don Ironside

February 6, 2021 at 3:54 PM

Stories told to me by my mother – just an addendum to the Mexico Spa trip that mum took in her early eighties. It would seem that June arrived at night to the Los Angeles airport to find that the Spa got the dates mixed up and did not have her transportation there. So mum being mum goes out to the cabbies, but could not find anyone that wanted to cross the border into Mexico and drive in the desert during the night. Finally, one cabby said he had a family member that would do it for a price. I do not remember how much. Anyway off they went across the border into Mexico and a few hours later pull up to the complex out in the middle of nowhere. There were very few lights on as everyone was in bed. But after the driver pounded on the gate for a bit someone came out to collect June. None of this seemed to phase June in the slightest. She said she enjoyed the time spent there and, oh yes, they did provide her transportation back to the airport.

Don Ironside

February 4, 2021 at 12:52 PM

Stories told to me by my mother – When Dad and Mum moved into their new home on a corner lot in Thorncliffe, the yard was not the same as people expect these days. While the home was completed, there was no yard. Not even dirt for the lawn. In fact while there was a sidewalk and curb, there was no pavement on the street, just gravel. Their front lawn arrived in a dump truck and the pile was deposited in the front. While Dad was at work, Mum proceeded to transfer this dirt by wheel barrow and shovel. After it was deposited over the yard, they then raked and seeded it, all by hand.

Lisa

February 2, 2021 at 4:04 PM

I was lucky enough to meet June 15 years ago and right from the beginning we had a special connection.  She would come to every activity and outing I would plan and was always willing to try doing something new. One day June suggested we go on an outing to the Il Divo concert.  It was one of our most entertaining outings as we encountered a few mini-disasters while we were there.  She especially enjoyed going on the monthly lunch outings where we had many discussions about our mutual love of crème brulee and she would tell me how dessert was always her favourite part of the meal.  We would play a game at happy hour where I would give her ketchup chips (I wouldn’t tell her what kind they were) and when I asked her if she liked them she would reply with an enthusiastic “Yes!”.  The next time we would play it (with the same flavour) and I would ask her if she liked them she would reply with an equally enthusiastic “NO!”.  We had many laughs over those silly chips.  Whether we were sitting together on the bus, at an activity/outing or even just a quick chat in the halls seeing her would make my day better.  I am so lucky to have been able to call her my friend.   My thoughts and prayers are with all of June’s family at this difficult time. I miss you June and I am so very happy that you were a part of my life.  xoxo❤ 

Don Ironside

January 31, 2021 at 1:00 PM

Stories told by my Aunt – it seems that back when two sisters where eleven or twelve years old they decided they wanted some ice cream. So while nobody was looking (they thought) off they went to Sandy Lake (20 miles) in the family Model A. Upon return they ran into their Grandpa, Robert Leeson, out in the yard. He fixed a steely look on them and asked how that car was running. Neither June nor Viola batted an eye and they replied “it ran just fine”. His response was “that was nice, now run up to the house for supper”. Obviously Grampa Leeson saw them go by when he was working out in the field. They thought they were ‘doomed’. But nothing happened. Grampa never said a word to their parents about it. Aren’t Grandparents just the bestest…. ❤

Pauline

January 31, 2021 at 9:50 AM

I have many special memories of our times together as do our Happy hour Friday girls. We will miss you.

Desiree

January 30, 2021 at 11:37 AM

I enjoyed reading June's life story. I work in Recreation at St. Norbert PCH. Every day going into work, I was excited when I would work on the East side because June was there. Everytime I walked into her room, her face would light up. We would always have conversations with laughter. June is and will continue to be missed dearly. ❤️ - Desiree a.k.a the flower girl 

Angela

January 29, 2021 at 6:56 PM

Grandma often told me that her family was “the bestest.” I would answer that we thought she was pretty great too, and she would reply: “Who me? What have I done?” And I would say “so much Gramma!”   I’d tell her: You took care of us, when we were little, and still now, when we are big. You set an example for us - You’re always going out there, finding new things and trying new experiences. You teach us to be independent and strong. You call us, listen to us, and ask us questions.  You laugh with us (and tolerate it when we laugh at you, a little). You attend our productions and events and school exhibitions (even when you have to climb two dozen stairs to get there). You are sure to warn us not to go out when the weather is too cold or a murderer might be nearby. You clicked ‘like’ on every single one of my hundred facebook photos. You invite us to brunch, and sushi and “sshhakee”, and are patient when we are an hour late. You bake horribly healthy cookies for us. You always have something to chat about, and you tell us stories (but never about your past, because that’s full of secrets). You do what you want to do, to hell what others think. In short, you show us you love us, in so many ways. But Grandma would dismiss the things I said.  She would say she should have done more, or tell me the mistakes she had made - and we would argue about this awhile until she tried to change the subject. Once I told her that was alright, because I would just put these things in her obituary anyway. She didn’t miss a beat (she rarely did), saying “don’t you dare,” and threatened to curse me from beyond. Well. Bring on the locusts Gramma.   Though most of me wishes you were here so we could argue about this some more, a little part of me is happy, because I finally get the last word: Grandma, you were “the bestest.” I love you and I will miss you so very much.

Angela

January 29, 2021 at 5:52 PM

Grandma always got a kick out of our responses to some of the strange things she said - so this past Christmas we created a list for her: Weird Things Grandma Says: “Just a shake” “You look like you’ve been on a ten day bat” “You’re lucky you’re over there or I would kick you” “My feets aren’t working” “Well you know where you can go” “He’s a real you know what” “Matthew, I don’t know what to do with you but I don’t know what I’d do without you” “I’m going to put my face on… I’m going to take my face off” “I’m going for forty winks” “Nice talking to you table” “My family is the bestest” “I’m all out of puff” “Shuttie up your face” “I’m low brow" "Goody-bye"
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