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A loss for the family

George Quibell, 1920-2006


Grandpa died in Lindsay this morning after a heart attack.

He was a hard-working man who raised five kids and was married to my grandmother for 64 years. Used to call me Joe-Joe The Goon. Shannon and I spent lots of time as children at his cottage near Coboconk. He'll be missed by a lot of people.
My condolences to the whole family, especially my mom.
Update:
QUIBELL, George Edwin Passed away peacefully on January 7th, 2006 at the Lindsay Extendicare Home in his 86th year. George Quibell, beloved husband of 64 years to Margaret (Moore). Dear father of James (Beth) of Oakville, Brian (Linda) of Deep River, Kathie (Mrs. David Simpson) of Stratford, Richard (Mary) of Pickering and Jane (Mrs. Mark Ewen) of Katy, Texas. Treasured grandfather to Martine, Andrew, Geoffrey, Scott, Shannon, Justin, William, Matthew and Sandy, (Andrea and Adam predeceased). Great grandfather to Alanna, Christopher, Bruce, Storey, Jack, and Nyah. Predeceased by his brothers Jack and Ted and his sister Grace Beggs. George was with the RCAF from 1941 - 1946, and served his country overseas during WWII. He was a member of the Royal Canadian Legion, Lindsay, for 52 years. Visitation will be held at the MACKEY FUNERAL HOME, 33 Peel Street, Lindsay on Thursday from 7 to 9 p.m. and on Friday from 1 to 2 p.m. The funeral service will be held in the chapel on Friday, January 13th at 2:00 p.m. Interment Riverside Cemetery, Lindsay. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the Lindsay Branch of the Alzheimer's Society. The family wishes to extend their appreciation to all the staff and care givers at the Lindsay Extendicare Home for the care and compassion.

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  1. Grandpa realized your gift of talking early. He took you for a walk when you were 2 1/2 or so and then brought you back quickly. He said you talked too much. He taught you to talk to the trees. MOM

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