Nellie Louisa Grant, who was born in Birmingham, England on Sept. 14, 1901 to William and Nellie Hill, passed away in Winnipeg, Man. on Wednesday, Jan. 16, 2002.
In 1928, Nellie emigrated to Fort Frances, Ont. to marry George Stampe, who died in 1930, She later married Del Grant, who predeceased her in 1973. She moved to Manitoba to live with her son in 1995.
She is survived by a brother, Austin, and sister, Dora, of Birmingham, England; son, Danny Stampe and his wife, Dorothy, of Landmark, Man.; daughter, Patricia Siiling of New Port Riche, Fla.; 11 grandchildren; and 13 great-grandchildren.
Besides her husbands, she was predeceased by her parents; three brothers; two grandsons; one granddaughter; and her son-in-law, Eric Siiling.
Nellie was an active member of St. John’s Anglican Church in Fort Frances for more than 50 years, particularly as a member of the choir. During World War II, she was active as a volunteer for the St. John’s Ambulance Assoc. and knitted many articles for the soldiers overseas.
Nellie was a very caring and generous person. She loved reading, music, knitting, and travelling. She was dearly loved by all her family and she will missed, but we are thankful that she is now—free.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, Jan. 19, 2002 at 9:30 a.m. at St. John’s Anglican Church in Fort Frances. Fr. Wayne McIntosh will officiate, with interment in Riverview Cemetery in Fort Frances.
Friends may visit at St. John’s Anglican Church on Saturday from 9 a.m. until service time.
Pallbearers will be Nellie’s grandsons, Paul Stampe, Tim Stampe, Jon Stampe, Dave Stampe, Steve Siiling, and Gil Blanchette.
Should family and friends so desire, in memoriam donations may be made to St. John’s Anglican Church Memorial Hymnbook Fund, c/o of St. John’s Anglican Church, 360 Church St., Fort Frances, Ont., P9A 1E1, or to a charity of your choice.
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
John G. Magee, Jr.
