Obituary for Jean Hutchinson
Cynthian Jean Hutchinson
June 26, 1937 to November 4, 2022
It is with heavy heart we announce the passing of Cynthian Jean Hutchinson nee Laing.
A Wife, a Mom, a Nanna to some, a Gramma to others, Great Gramma, Sister, Sister In-law, Aunt, Friend, Farmer and accomplished knitter. She is back in the loving arms of her husband James Normal “Norm” Hutchinson (2011) and her cherished daughter Sheri (2015). She leaves behind her Daughters; Kathy, Suzanne, Wanda, their families, her extended families and friends.
Mom, thank you for teaching us to be strong, resilient, resourceful, and independent. You have earned your wings, so rest easy your weary sole knowing you are much loved and missed by your family, friends, and especially by your great grandchildren.
In her honour, if you so wish, do a good deed, give someone a hug, tell them you love them, and listen to a friend. If you wish to make a monetary donation Toronto Sick Kids Hospital, Five Counties Children Center, Hospice Peterborough or a charity of your choice.
As per her wishes immediate cremation has taken place, no Celebration of Life will happen as we celebrated each day she lived. We would like to thank the gifted support we have received for her care over the last few years, Dr. Eldridge & team, Dr. Hughes & team, Dr. Hanson & team, the people at that GAINS Clinic, LHIN, VON nurses, PSW workers, Life Labs (Sarah) plus the many doctors and nurses at PRHC Emergency & A2 unit.
Along time ago she came to Canada from England first as a young girl with her family to Lakehurst as her father had taken a position as Herdsman for Louada Manor Farms. They resided in the house at the “Green Barn”. They returned to England a short time later. She then returned as a young women to start a new life, fate kept her in Lakehurst. She met and married Norm the love of her life and set to building a family and a life together with their four girls.
They built a little white house with all the sparkles of the late 50’s a dream come true. A few years later life changed as they got an opportunity to buy the Hutchinson family farm, they quickly moved to the farm, where life would be more challenging, and yet rewarding. They worked the land, did the long days, they put in the time.
Mom raised the family in the farm house for years with no running water, an outhouse, a wood stove for cooking, warm and welcome in the winter and hot in the summers. The old log house did come with extras it came with mice, ants, cats and dogs welcome or unwelcome, and life on the farm was always about the animals. The house also had a special frequent visitor whom Mom lovingly named “Henry” a spirit of long ago with a restless soul, who would sometimes jump on the beds, run down the stairs, and open & close doors, always mischievous but friendly.
Living on the farm always came with chores, using a wringer washer with water heated from the woodstove reservoir, cloths then hung on the line to dry or behind the stove in winter. The Wood box always needed to be filled, calves and cows to check, stable to clean, and equipment to fix. In summer there was a large garden to tend so there was food and preserves for the family for winter. For many years she did not have a driver’s licence. Her means for shopping or appointments while her husband was away at work meant sometimes catching a ride to town with the mail carrier & her daughters. It was the time of “Party lines” so the phone was off limits and only used in case of emergency, to order parts for broken machinery or to check up with a neighbour or a loved one who was ill.
Times were sure different, and you had to be tough. She not only managed, she balanced, and she handled it on her own. As time went by their lives changed again always evolving, positives & negatives but always together. They ended up moving off the farm in Lakehurst to Havelock where they made many more happy memories together.
As mom would say; Although we can’t make new memories now remember those we have shared, the hugs, the tears, the laughs, the stories but most all, all the love. Take care till we meet again.
Don’t cry for me or be sad, I has gone but I am with you always.
June 26, 1937 to November 4, 2022
It is with heavy heart we announce the passing of Cynthian Jean Hutchinson nee Laing.
A Wife, a Mom, a Nanna to some, a Gramma to others, Great Gramma, Sister, Sister In-law, Aunt, Friend, Farmer and accomplished knitter. She is back in the loving arms of her husband James Normal “Norm” Hutchinson (2011) and her cherished daughter Sheri (2015). She leaves behind her Daughters; Kathy, Suzanne, Wanda, their families, her extended families and friends.
Mom, thank you for teaching us to be strong, resilient, resourceful, and independent. You have earned your wings, so rest easy your weary sole knowing you are much loved and missed by your family, friends, and especially by your great grandchildren.
In her honour, if you so wish, do a good deed, give someone a hug, tell them you love them, and listen to a friend. If you wish to make a monetary donation Toronto Sick Kids Hospital, Five Counties Children Center, Hospice Peterborough or a charity of your choice.
As per her wishes immediate cremation has taken place, no Celebration of Life will happen as we celebrated each day she lived. We would like to thank the gifted support we have received for her care over the last few years, Dr. Eldridge & team, Dr. Hughes & team, Dr. Hanson & team, the people at that GAINS Clinic, LHIN, VON nurses, PSW workers, Life Labs (Sarah) plus the many doctors and nurses at PRHC Emergency & A2 unit.
Along time ago she came to Canada from England first as a young girl with her family to Lakehurst as her father had taken a position as Herdsman for Louada Manor Farms. They resided in the house at the “Green Barn”. They returned to England a short time later. She then returned as a young women to start a new life, fate kept her in Lakehurst. She met and married Norm the love of her life and set to building a family and a life together with their four girls.
They built a little white house with all the sparkles of the late 50’s a dream come true. A few years later life changed as they got an opportunity to buy the Hutchinson family farm, they quickly moved to the farm, where life would be more challenging, and yet rewarding. They worked the land, did the long days, they put in the time.
Mom raised the family in the farm house for years with no running water, an outhouse, a wood stove for cooking, warm and welcome in the winter and hot in the summers. The old log house did come with extras it came with mice, ants, cats and dogs welcome or unwelcome, and life on the farm was always about the animals. The house also had a special frequent visitor whom Mom lovingly named “Henry” a spirit of long ago with a restless soul, who would sometimes jump on the beds, run down the stairs, and open & close doors, always mischievous but friendly.
Living on the farm always came with chores, using a wringer washer with water heated from the woodstove reservoir, cloths then hung on the line to dry or behind the stove in winter. The Wood box always needed to be filled, calves and cows to check, stable to clean, and equipment to fix. In summer there was a large garden to tend so there was food and preserves for the family for winter. For many years she did not have a driver’s licence. Her means for shopping or appointments while her husband was away at work meant sometimes catching a ride to town with the mail carrier & her daughters. It was the time of “Party lines” so the phone was off limits and only used in case of emergency, to order parts for broken machinery or to check up with a neighbour or a loved one who was ill.
Times were sure different, and you had to be tough. She not only managed, she balanced, and she handled it on her own. As time went by their lives changed again always evolving, positives & negatives but always together. They ended up moving off the farm in Lakehurst to Havelock where they made many more happy memories together.
As mom would say; Although we can’t make new memories now remember those we have shared, the hugs, the tears, the laughs, the stories but most all, all the love. Take care till we meet again.
Don’t cry for me or be sad, I has gone but I am with you always.