HILDA MARINETT (nee GENT) Born February 3, 1914, mom died peacefully 13+ months short of 100. Mourned by her family. She lived in Toronto virtually her whole life. Predeceased by her father Joseph (1917), sister Elsie (1934), mother Caroline (at 90 in 1977), husband Ernie (1982), brothers Stan (1989) and Ernie (2004). She leaves 3 children Bob (Rosalie), Karen (Brian Carney) and Roger (Berniece). Her grandchildren are Mike and Matt Marinett and Max and Sarah Carney. Mom remembered Toronto without the Bloor St. Viaduct, lower Kennedy Rd. full of farms, East York mostly just fields, the opening of the Royal York Hotel and orchards at the base of Parliament St.. The 30s were so tough many had their teeth taken out young to save future dental expenses. She remembers walking 6 miles to save a 3 cent fare. At 6 with no money she traded a vendor an apple to get a glass of her beloved buttermilk. She also recalls a trolley type-car that went to up to Barrie. She honed her tennis skills early on rough public courts at Riverdale Park, playing from sunup to sundown and later (as a mom) at the East York club. "There is no such thing as a bad bounce". She was very good. "If you are down or angry (or even if not), hit a tennis ball". She made her own tennis clothes and her future husband had to play tennis to even get near her. He virtually had to stalk her to get her attention. Ernie eventually was Toronto's Chief Appraiser (Customs). Up to age 42 she lived in 16 different residences.. Many were in Cabbagetown where she was born, then East York (Binswood) and the Beaches (120 and 25 Elmer), not to mention Coxwell Ave., Jones Ave. and Kerr Rd. She stayed "temporarily" at 20 Norlong Blvd., East York for a mere 54 years before moving to a retirement home in 2010. She was fairly independent and fiercely loyal to her mom Caroline Rogers Gent who was a widow for 60 years but got her 4 kids under 9 through many Depression years without today's assistance. She fought delusional paranoia in her later years and had the usual memory difficulties. But recently she suffered cruel internal and hip problems as well. It took a lot to stop her strong athlete's heart. She was very thankful for her 95 "good" years. The rest, not so much. At 98 she said "No use living this long, it's boring!" She wasn't as bored driving her car (until 96) and amazed us by climbing out the driver's side window at 93 when the doors stuck (try it!). Many thanks to my sister Karen for her constant, loving, generous, difficult, care of Mom. We were very impressed by the compassion, care and effort by Retirement Suites by the Lake, Bendale Nursing Home and 2 fine hospitals: Toronto East General and Scarborough Centenary.

Published in the Toronto Star from Dec. 22 to Dec. 26, 2012