MURIEL ROSS

Muriel Ross, one of the last grand dames from the East End of Fort Frances, has passed away at 90 years of age at the Queensway Carleton Hospital in Ottawa, Ont., with her family by her side, on Saturday, May 23, 2015.
Muriel was born on a farm near Stratton, Ont. on March 26, 1925 to Tom and Myrtle Noble.
She married Norman Ross on April 17, 1947.
Norman and Muriel spent several summers on Basswood Lake in Quetico Provincial Park raising their family as Norman worked there as a Customs officer.
It wasn’t easy living on an island in the middle of the wilderness in the late 1950s with no running water, no electricity, no indoor plumbing, and no TV with five young children just starting school, but Muriel had the perseverance and determination to make life enjoyable and very memorable.
She was a honest, hard-working women who loved to go blueberry-picking and play cards, especially her favourite, cribbage. She taught us all how to play in our early years and she enjoyed skunking us at every opportunity when we got older.
Muriel always was up for an adventure. She enjoyed life to the fullest and made many friends along the way.
Muriel was  predeceased by her husband, Norman; parents, Tom and Myrtle Noble; and brother; Lloyd; and his wife; Shirley; as well as many of dad’s brothers and sisters.
She will be missed by all her children, Keith (Joanne), Jennifer (Tom) Graham, Alexis Ross Lussier, Robert (Dawn), and Brent; grandchildren, Rhiannon (Jane) Penchion, Tyler (Megan) Graham, Daniel (Genevieve) Lussier, and Annick (Sabrian Page) Lussier; and one great-granddaughter, Marie-Kate Lussier.
She also is survived by her brothers, Cliff and Ken (Cindy) Noble; brothers-in-law, Sid (Eva) Ross and Gordon Ross; and many nieces and nephews.
I was standing by my window
on one cold and cloudy day.
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away.
I said to that undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
for this lady you are carrying
Lord I hate to see her go.
Oh, I follow close behind her
try to hold up and be brave,
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave.
Will the circle be unbroken
by an by, Lord, by and by.
There’s a better home awaiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky.
(A.P. Carter)
Happy trails, Mom, until we meet again.
In memoriam donations may be made to the charity of your choice.
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