Jane Sorge

Jane Sorge

On Tuesday, January 14th, 2014 at 3:00 pm, with family at her side, Jane Sorge passed away peacefully into the arms of the Lord…..an angel taken home.

Mum was pre-deceased by her husband Bernard and her grandchildren, Sammy Lymburner (Dawn), Jacob Smaldon (Bonnie) and Alexis Parkinson (Heather). Bless their souls….they were taken far too soon.

Jane was born in Kilmarnock, Scotland, August 31st, 1923 and married a handsome Flight Officer who her mother befriended and invited to their house for a good home cooked meal. At that time, she was working in carpet design until the war broke and then her work place was turned into an ammunition factory, where she continued to work.

On D-Day, her first of six daughters, Gloria, was born in her parent’s home. In time, with child in arms, she left her weeping parents behind to make the three-week journey by boat and then by train across Canada. She met again with her husband in Pincher Creek, Alberta in February of 1946 on his family’s farm. This was a shock to a young Scottish girl who had never seen snow, let alone gas lanterns and outdoor toilets! The family lived in a variety of places after leaving Pincher Creek for greener pastures – Gold Bridge near Bralorne, Puntzi Mountain, an American Air Force base in the Chilcotin, and finally settling in Kamloops for better schooling and a job at the Pulp Mill for Dad. When people complained of the smell of the mill Mum always said, it smelled like “money” to her! Our modest home was a beehive of activity with now six daughters and a son, Gloria, Starlene, Dawn, Sharlyn, Bonnie, Lou and Heather.

Sunday dinners at home were always a big event with boyfriends, girlfriends and whoever needed a meal. As everyone left home, Mum and Dad retired back to Pincher Creek, and after the death of our Father in 1998, we brought Mum to Cranbrook to be closer to her girls and receive the help she would need as she aged. Jane lived in Victoria, B.C. with her daughter Bonnie and family for a while. She loved walking her little dog along the streets of Oak Bay and chatting with neighbours and fellow dog owners.

Our Mum was a gal of few words, but whose actions spoke loudly. She was the most patient and gentle person in the world, but could also make us all roar with laughter, which she did daily. She was also incredibly stylish! You would never see her without lipstick or gloves that didn’t match the shoes and purse. Her passion was consignment stores and thrift stores, especially “Pippens”. She was a beautiful classy woman with a heart of gold and a smile that could warm a dark room. She adored her family, and all her grandchildren and great-grandchildren of which there are many! Her best and loyal friend “Buddy”, her pet Yorkie, is lost without her. His ashes will eventually be with her, as this was her special request. Her parting words to her family was to “Love each other as I have loved all of you”.

There will be a Funeral Mass at Christ The Servant Church in Cranbrook in May when weather is better for travel, so all of her family can be present. Her ashes will then be taken to Pincher Creek where she will be laid to rest with her husband, Bernard and her father, Alexander.

“MAMMA”

“Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well. She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colours of the rainbow; she is Christmas morning! Your Mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she is the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you, not time, not space…not even death”

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