Frances Brown Thompson

Murray, Tom, Anne: Sending sincere condolences on the loss of your dear Mom. To be your next door neighbours when we were all growing up, was like winning the lottery. Both of your parents were so kind, approachable and wise, and we miss them dearly. Your Mom was a very special lady. How amazing that she lived to 106! Our thoughts are with you Laurel and family

In hearing about the death of the woman I lovingly referred to as “Mrs. Thompson,” I was able to spend time remembering the many years I spent with my best buddy Anne, in what became my “other home.” 10 Fairway Drive served as a safe haven and a fun place, through sleepovers; pouring over Tiger Beat magazines while listening to and dreaming about Bobby Sherman, Donny Osmond, and David Cassidy; learning how to climb a tree and most importantly, experiencing “tough love,” in figuring out how to get back down; not to mention the trial and epic error of making Jello for the first time. None of this would have been half as much fun, had the Thompson matriarch and family as whole, not embraced this “Martin,” as one of their own, both in town and on countless road trips to their cottage on Lake Weslemkoon. These trips along with my own family’s sojourns to Provincial Parks, fostered a love of all things outdoors; CBC radio –where Anne and I would “will” just one full song to be played, just once; night time cottage reading illuminated by Coleman lamps; listening to the call of the Loons; daytime swims and skinny-dipping at night; and, incessant giggling. These moments from childhood, leading into young adulthood, and now being fondly remembered as an older adult myself, are felt with both longing and heartfelt gratitude. This is what Mrs. Thompson supported over the years and has lead us to this moment in both honouring her name and what she stood for. Anne and I were playmates from early on as toddlers, and on one occasion when we frequented a local swimming pool, my mom shares a story where there was a slide that all of the children were going down with glee, Anne being one of them, and of course, I wanted some of that of that action too, but fear got the better of me at the top of the ladder, and I froze. I couldn’t climb or slide down, so even after gentle coaxing, cajoling and reassurances from the crowd below, Mrs. Thompson climbed to the top of the ladder and we careened down the slide together. Years later, during “diving lessons,” that both Anne and I were signed up for, Anne was a natural in all of her gymnastics glory. I however was not, and was beyond terrified climbing onto the diving board. Anne and I hatched a plan where we would show up to the class together and I would watch from the “viewing room,” with Anne sharing a story with our instructor, that once again, I had the flu and couldn’t attend. After each session, we would head out to the car and act like I had taken the class. As there were “no flies” on Mrs. Thompson and her vision was very good in those days, she noticed I was always bone dry when hopping into the car, with not a speck of water on my long hair, while Anne who had a shorter cut, was soaked to the core. Mrs. Thompson knew that in signing up, my parents rightfully, expected me to complete the sessions, so after quietly asking Anne what was going on and finding out the score, she kept my secret under wraps and at the end of the classes shared with my mom that, “Alyson wasn't interested in going onto the next level in diving," allowing me to save face, while promptly and thankfully, ending my diving pursuits. The truth was eventually shared between the moms, likely over a cup of tea, but Mrs. Thompson did it in a way that kept everyone’s integrity intact. She was a strong, bright, fiercely independent woman, with a great sense of humour, and a kind heart. I feel so lucky to have known her and while I wish that her later years were not as challenging as they came to be, I know that she took life by the tail and never let it go until it was time. I also know how much she loved her family, and that held true throughout the years, when our paths would cross. In telling my mom (Deenie), of “Fran’s” death, we shed some tears together, as Fran was her friend, and another woman on the parenting path, who my mom respected and enjoyed any opportunity they spent together. Whether it was mutually surviving the shenanigans Anne and I hatched together, or sharing in their non-stop volunteerism, Fran and Deenie crossed Bellamy Road many times, were stalwart members of the Burnhaven Community club, and oversaw and contributed to more Strawberry Socials with tablecloths and proper China teacups in tow, than could ever be counted. They were two women/moms, who represented the heart of our community. I know that this has rubbed off on each of us, who carry the volunteer torch forward, and who know good company when they are in it. Deenie’s words about her friend are housed in both respect and sadness for her loss, where even years of change and distance could not diminish Fran’s character. She is remembered as being a “kind, soft spoken woman, who I enjoyed spending time with and who was a good friend over the years we spent together, raising our children and working in our community.” When you have a 94 year old mom remembering her 106 year old friend, with warmth, kindness and deep-rooted respect, you know we were in good company and Fran, Mrs. Thompson, created and shared “a life well lived.” May she carry with her, the memory of a good read, the call of the Loon, and a breathtaking sunset. She will be remembered fondly. Peace, peace. Love, Alyson and Geraldine (Deenie) Martin

We are so sorry to hear of the death of our dear friend and Weslemkoon neighbor Fran. Grandma Fran, as she’s called in our family, was known by 4 generations of Welsers. She spent many summers sharing daily coffee breaks with Bud and Mabel and then Pat and Ed. She trekked over to our cottage for late-night card games, flashlight and whistle in hand for the dark hike back through the woods, which she always insisted upon doing herself. Roger took her “tubing” when she was 80! She was a wonderful role model, always looking on the bright side and always ready with a wink and a smile. We think of her often, and still keep her jar of pennies ready to lend to guests for late-night Rummoli. We think she would approve. --with love from Roger and Karen Welser and all the kids

My husband and I are long time members of First St. Andrew’s United Church. We did not have the privilege of knowing Fran who was also a member of our church for many years; however, this morning at FSA I was delighted to meet and chat with her daughter, Anne. I am pleased to know that Fran’s family has chosen FSA to celebrate their cherished mother’s long and meaningful life. Our church family extends a heartfelt welcome to First St. Andrew’s to Fran’s family and friends on September 17.

My nana understood the value of a long leashe. She would let me practice my slapshot in the basement, go out and start the big boat by myself, climb ladders, stay up late, and hell even use swear words! At the time I thought it was what mader her "cool". It was more than that. Now that I am a parent too---I recognize that my Nana's relaxed approach was a reflection of her independence and indiviudality. These are not personality traits as much as they are habits nourished over time. Nana didn't seem to need anyone but herself to make her happy. A book, a tea, and a sweater for the breeze---she sat contented out on that rock while my big sister and I played at the kitchen table--waiting for her to come inside. She was her own best friend. I see her in my cousins Megan and Shannon and in my sister too. I feel I even embody some of Nana's persona. It was my favourite part of her. I even had a girlfriend tell me once, "Glenn, I don' t think you'll ever love anyone as much as you love yourself "---as I waited for her to get to the bad part...... Thank you Nana for marching to the beat of your own drum. Love your grandson, and your family....

Anne and families, I am so sorry to hear of your mom and grandmother‘s passing. Anne, I know you “as a woman with a great sense of humour and warm spirit”, and now I know for certain where you inherited your traits from! With such a full life well lived, I hope you always enjoy the memories of Francis as you pass them along to future generations. My condolences to all of you.

Sincere condolences to the family on the loss of Francis- Mother, Grandmother, Great grandmother, Aunt and friend to so many. Wonderful obituary Shannon- you painted a lovely picture of your grandmothers life journey and, by doing so, helped your Mom and I realize that we have even more in common than we thought. Sending hugs and thoughts as you remember this remarkable woman.

So very sorry Anne, Dave, Meagan, Shannon, Dominic, and Christian for your loss. Our condolences. Thinking of you all during this difficult time. Love and hugs, Your neighbour Joanne, Clinton and family

No words can say enough about FRANCEE as she told me years ago she wished to be addressed by. I. Had the privilege to know through her daughter Anne and Husband Dave for many years. We had talks at my clinic where I saw her from time to time mostly about different books she was reading. She would give me an overall view of the story and then ask me do I read. I would reply occasionally I would but not the books u read lol. She would reply that maybe I should as I might find it interesting She certainly lived a full life and will be missed by everyone. U may be on a new adventure FRANCEE but u will never be forgotten. I will Cherish the times we had always!

Dear Anne and family - we were so sorry to hear about your mom's passing. What a wonderful life she had and you were all blessed to have had her as your mom, grandmother, great-grandmother and more. Thinking of all of you during this sad time. No matter what age our parents are, we never want them to leave us. Big hugs to all !!

Dear Anne, Dave, Meagan and Shannon, We are so sorry for your loss. She sounded like a wonderful person who helped to shape the people you are today. May your many memories keep her always in your hearts. Debbie & Marc

Oh Nana, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” (Winnie the Pooh) One of my favourite memories is shopping with you & Glenn at Christmas time so that we could donate to kids and families in need. Up and down the Zeller’s isles filling the cart and balancing wants and needs. You inspired us to travel and live up every moment. You were always so dedicated to health and happiness. I loved trying to keep up with you and your water jug workouts at the cottage. You have been a huge influence in all of us and we hope to continue to make you proud! I love you Nana xo

My deepest condolences to all of you. Your mom was a very special lady, I remember fondly the birthday dinner we had with your family and she announced the name she wanted to go by. We all agreed that Francey it was Again my thoughts are with you all.

Dear Anne, Dave, Meagan, and Shannon, Please accept our deepest sympathy at this bittersweet time. We did not have the privilege of meeting Fran but what you shared with us over the years painted a picture of a very special lady. What a wonderful matriarch; what a wonderful legacy. Love, Jane & Bob