Passed away peacefully in her sleep at home with family at her side on April 17, 2010 in her 85th year. Beloved wife of Francis for 62 years. Loving Mother of Rosalinda (Alex) and Audrey. Nana will always be remembered by her Grandchildren, Vanessa (Donte) and Gary (Juanita) and her Great-Grandchildren, Maiya, Phoenix, Asia and Naima. Beloved sister of her only surviving brother, Joe Faria, in Goa, India.
Friends may call at The Heritage Funeral Home Centre, 50 Overlea Blvd., on Friday, April 30 from 5-9 p.m.
Funeral Mass to be held on Saturday, May 1 at 11 a.m. at Blessed John XXIII Church, 150 Gateway Blvd. Don Mills Ont Olive will be laid to rest at Holy Cross Cemetery, 8361 Yonge St., Thornhill.
The family is very grateful to Dr. Sasal and the St. Joseph's Hospital Renal Centre for their care over the past few years. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Canadian Diabetes Association.
+ Anthony "Oboe" Noronha Fri Apr 23 12:00:00
19 Apr: London. ANTHONY "OBOE" NORONHA (born Nairobi, 1923). Husband of Ilda. Father of Michael and Maria. The funeral Mass will take place on Friday 30th April at 11.30am at St Paul's Church, Station Road, Wood Green, London N22.
Mario Botelho Ex Burgan Bank/KPC & KOC Died all of a sudden in Canada due to Cardiac Arrest on 15/4/2010
Loving Husband of Etcilia, Cherished Father of Sean & Deon (Canada), Son of Late Jose Sylvester/Benilda Botelho, Son-in-Law of Late Luis/Ethel Pinto, Brother/Brother-in-Law of Laurent/Lanice, Marcus/Antonette (Kuwait), Savio/Silloo (Goa). Brother-in-Law of Eurita/Justino Pinto, Eloma/Wilson Soares, Eurina/Xavier Sequeira, Loreto/Vandana Pinto (Canada)
A Requiem Mass will be held for the soul of our loving cousin Mario Botelho at 6:30 pm on Thursday, 22nd April 2010 at St. Therese Church, Salmiya, offered by: Cosme Coelho, Severine/Pascoal Afonso & Family Members.
Relatives & friends kindly accept this as the only intimation
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord And let your perpetual light shine upon him.
May his soul rest in Peace
EULOGY FOR JOHN WILLIAM DA COSTA Fri Apr 23 07:08:41
Given by his son, Gary. following Funeral Mass held at the Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary Roman Catholic Church, on Friday, April 9th. Dad was everything a father could be and more. He was everything we could want in a father.
Our mom and us were unquestionably the pride and joy of his life – the family --just look at all the photographs. He was happiest around his family. He and mom always put us first. A great deal of material opportunities and goods were sacrificed for the family. He could have had a better job in Europe, could have gone on trips around the world, could have had a bigger house and nicer car, but it would have been at the expense of giving us a good life. This was not an option for dad. It was always about our family.
If there was any new beer, pop, chips, ice cream or item, he would buy it to have us all try it first. No matter how much we fought at home, he instilled in us that you never fail your brothers and sisters. You always protect and support each other. People have often remarked how close we are as a family. We always had to have dinner together dad insisted. At the table we discussed our day and goings on in our lives. We had great dinner conversation.
I’ve often heard that we (the children) are good kids. This was by design. Dad demanded that we first respect ourselves, then we’ll respect others. He taught us the proper morals and values ..... sometimes the hard way.... with a firm hand... the one with the ring finger.
He often told us, “Don’t do anything that will bring shame on you or the family.” It’s something we all still adhere to. We were taught to speak our minds and boy did we ever, much to his regret at times. This has made us the strong and confident adults we are today.
He built the house in Goa for us, to show us our roots. Dad taught us to, first and foremost, be proud Canadians but he also wanted us to know our history. Our love for sports comes from him. He couldn’t throw a ball, but was bull’s eye with the slipper.
He took us to our first hockey game. He shared season’s tickets and would take us to Maple Leaf Gardens. His routine was to take one of us each time. Every time we were on the bus, he’d say, “Abba, I forgot the tickets.” And like fools we’d panic.
At the game the ritual was: first intermission – a souvenir mini hockey stick with a player’s photo and second intermission was the ice cream bar. He always stayed for the three star selections.
He would learn about baseball watching the games with us. His favourite play would be the bunt. He’d always ask, “Why doesn’t he bunt the ball?” When we played football in the backyard, Neil would always cry, “Pass interference, pass interference.” It would make dad laugh. So when we’d be watching the games, he’d yell, “Pass interference, pass interference,” and look at us and smile and say, “like Neil.” He would tease Gavin about the New York Islanders, Gavin’s favourite team. Gavin would call the team the “Islangers” and dad would ask Gavin about the Islangers.
He took us to Montreal in 1976 to see the Olympics. He wanted us to be proud that we were at Canada’s first Olympics. We saw a lot of the track events. It was special because we were in Montreal along with his brother and family. He did this to share a passion with his children. To spend time with us. He also had a mischievous and competitive side to him. Whichever team we were rooting for, he’d chose the other team, just so there’d be competition and arguing --a friendly rivalry thing like Crosby/Ovechkin or Gretzky/Lemieux. He loved to root against the Leafs and Yankees, our teams. Over the past 10 years though, we gleefully were on the same side rooting against the Leafs and Yankees.
Pronouncing names, or should I say mispronouncing names was a sport for dad. He would say Ungalia for Iginla, Soulamen for Silken Laumman, Wondell for Wendel Clark, and Cottonelle for Courtnall. He butchered many, many more.
Bev, Deirdre and mom would watch the dancing and competition reality shows. So dad would watch just to have fun with them. He would cheer for the ones they disliked and picked on the ones they liked. He’d have a mischievous smile when they’d argue with him.
He loved to get our goat up, enjoying the back and forth, once again encouraging us to speak our minds and defend our choices. He loved to instigate or tease. Even during the last month when we went to the bank. He would poke people with his cane, look at me and laugh. And, when I would laugh, he would poke more people. He taught us to enjoy life, have a sense of humour, not take ourselves seriously, and to be humble, often saying, “If you take yourself too seriously, you’ll never be happy.”
No matter what foolish things we did or said, after he told us in no uncertain term how he felt about it, he was still proud of us and loved us. His greatest love and joy was his wife, our mom. They were married for 52 wonderful years. Dad could never be apart from his beloved “Toots”.
Every decision he made, and everything he did was in unison with mom. You could never see him more fidgety or agitated than when mom was out. When the girls and mom went for their facials or hair appointments, he was not amused. He would sort of mope around. His disposition changed once mom was home.
In 1978, Mom had to fly to London to see her mom. Dad figured because of the kids, it’d be better if mom went alone. WELL... that lasted one day. The next morning he went with Uncle Newton to get a temporary passport. He was on the next flight to London, leaving us entrusted with Uncle Newton and Aunt Martha.
They would always hold hands and be by each other’s side. You would never see dad without mom close to him.
Their love was eternal and will always be. But again his mischievous side would see him buy her a movie projector, camera, gramophone, and slide projector for their anniversary, just so he could play with his toys.
In Goa, when he built the house, he had mom design all the washrooms, rooms and furniture. He knew mom would know what was best for the kids. He was always about family and what would make us happy.
For those who know us well.....our salty language was learned from dad, much to mom’s chagrin. As mom tried to get us not to use those words, he’d teach us new ones. Our house was always about fun and teasing.
Dad.... Thank you for everything you have done for us. You have made sure we were all educated (a must) and self-sufficient. You made sure we are a strong family. This is why and how we are what we are today as adults. I’d say pretty damn fine. I’d buy us a coke and a bag of chips.
Dad, thank you for being there for us always. We love you very much and with all our hearts. Johnny, THANK YOUR FOR BEING OUR DAD!
Eustace Fernandes creator of popular Amul mascot Fri Apr 23 07:02:19
A journalist remembers Saurabh Turakhia, 11 March, 2010 | Mumbai
From: Cynthia Fernandes cynthia.fernandes@...
For a ‘brand journey’ assignment on Amul, my then colleague Anant Rangaswami (then editor of Impact magazine, now editor of Campaign India) suggested I meet some veterans who had a significant role to play in the successful Amul campaign, besides contacting the company and the advertising agency that then handled the account.
It was after my interaction with Mr K Kurian that I came to know about Mr Eustace Fernandes, who had worked on the immensely popular Amul mascot-the mischievous girl with her frock of polka dots. He shared enough time, giving me some invigorating stuff on the plan behind the mascot and the unheard of outdoor campaign that Amul had embarked on at that point of time. It was in 1966 that the mascot was created.
For a young journalist, it was an experience of wonderment and of pride too, to meet the person who was behind such a popular mascot.
His inspiration for the mascot came from his interactions with the street kids, he said. He shared how in those days, when digital media didn’t exist, it was necessary to ensure that other artists could make the mascot quickly, so that the frequent Amul takes on various issues could be put up in time on hoardings. He said one reason why a girl mascot was picked up was because girls could get away after making naughty statements.
On a personal request, he did sketch the Amul girl in front of me in no time, something that I preserved in the drawer. He was mellow, down-to-earth and a man who seemed to be always busy making use of his talents for bringing a smile to some of the downtrodden people he was connected with.
While I was having a conversation with him, I could see he was involved in designing and creating many greeting cards for people. He was quite computer savvy and my connection with him stayed beyond the Amul story.
He immediately came across to me as not just an artist, but a person with a conscience for the underprivileged. Since I also liked to sketch in my free time, I sought a few tips from him and he was kind enough to share them, always commenting on my sketches whenever I mailed them to him.
He was a bit perturbed by the fact that he did not get the right credit for the Amul mascot, but he was a man too busy with his creations to dwell long on it. He did work on some other mascots as well which did not get the popularity that Amul’s enjoyed but I think he was multi-talented.
That meeting in Bandra home remains etched in the mind both as a journalist and an aspiring artist and I wonder how such talented people can sometimes be so humble, so work-oriented (he was 71 when I met him in early 2006).
There is something about achievers of the old-world — the humility and the ease in approaching them and discovering their magic — that I could easily see in him. He was the relentless artist for me, and his art did touch many a heart and lives. May his soul rest in peace.
Saurabh Turakhia is currently working as a financial reporter with mergermarket, an online business publication and part of the Pearson group
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