Mary Sarah Rankin Stubbert, 1975

August 3, 2009

October 1, 1890 – January 11, 1975 Born in Broad Cove Banks, Cape Breton, N. S.
Daughter of John Rankin & Mary Ann MacDougall Wife of John D. Stubbert, Margaree, C.B., N.S.
Residence: Halifax, Nova Scotia
She was predeceased by two daughters at birth, sons-in-law Vern and Bill,
Grandsons Ian and Guy, and granddaughters Dianne and Ann Marie
She leaves behind to grieve
her husband Jack, sons Ambrose (Kay), John (Pat) & Rankin (Mary)
daughters Edna, Anna, Evelyn (Greg), Kathleen (Cyril), & Janet (Gerry)
and many loving grandchildren and great grandchildren
Mary was one of a family of five children. She had a gentle and loving spirit and a great love for God that showed in every area of her life. She was an extremely compassionate woman who understood the pain of others. The door of her home was always open to friend and stranger a like.
An extremely generous woman, her only need for money was to give it away to those in need. She liked to keep a comfortable, warm home. Mary believed in working hard and eating good home cooked country fare. Hot biscuits and home made bread along with home made preserves and doughnuts were always there in abundance. One of her great loves was home made cheese which she cheerfully shared with visitors.
Mary Sarah (Mairi Morag) spoke only Gaelic until she was nineteen years old. One of her favourite stories was about the first time she tried to speak English. Shaking her head and laughing she would recall going to the store for her mother to get molasses. The merchant filled the jug and returned it to her without the cover. She felt shy speaking Gaelic so she tried to speak English, saying “I want the head of the can.”
Mary, as a child spent a lot of time at her grandfathers home when he was ill, helping her grandmother with all the additional chores. When she returned home months later, her brothers and sisters resented her. They threatened to hurt her if she didn’t give them her dinner. Consequently Mary respected the state of hunger. I remember frequently arriving home from school to find a street person sitting at our kitchen table. The table prepared with table cloth and overflowing with food prepared by Mary for this unfortunate soul and she serving him in her very humble and loving way.
Mary had a happy spirit. She was able to find humor in most situations. Her great sense of humor helped to lift everyone’s spirits. One of her many wonderful qualities was her ability to laugh at herself.
She loved her family. She loved people. She loved life. She loved God.
Ther is and always be a very big empty space in my life that she filled. R.I.P.


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