REV. ROD LAMB requests the pleasure of your company in the celebration of his wife, Debbie, (75) in St. Alban's Cathedral Church, Friday, 1 1 a.m., with lunch following.
Debbie and i met through the Pastoral Aquaintance Society of Calgary, formed by the United Church of Canada for men and women finding it difficult to find a suitable partner for marriage. We were required to pay a fee and answer questions about ourselves before they matched us with whom they thought would be companionable. We were introduced in the autumn of 1978 and began a fruitful correspondence and visits with her in Ottawa and I in Milton. When it was obvious we were going to become married, I took her down to meet my parents in Cape Breton the summer of 1979 and were engaged July 17. Marriage followed in an Ottawa Presbyterian Church, December 27, a Scottish wedding complete with piper, tartans and all. We were blissfully unaware of it at the time, but we were about to Live Happily Ever After.
Music perfumed out home. Growing up in an Anglican children's choir in Kingston, Debbie was a frained chorister. Wherever we lived St. Marys, Whitechurch, Tatamagouche (N.S.),
Paisley, Petawawa, Kenora, people
rose up and called her blessed. A visionary in this regard she founded two choral conventions in Port Elgin and Pembroke as well as being a devoted follower of Sing Your Own Messiah where the four soloists are parachuted into a choral gathering for the singing of Handel's masterpiece. She was an absolute Godsend in my ministry with rural congregations starved for congregational singing. She was a professional public school teacher, both full and parttime, a student saying she was "firm but fair," as well as teaching English as a second language. In addition, she was a professional knitter, a rotary snowplow in the throwing off of sweaters, mittens, socks; winning awards for her excellence. And it was she who believed a home was not complete without an endless number of cats and dogs holding pride of place. She was the wind beneath my wings.
A sister, Lynne, a brother, Jim (Joyce), nephews and nieces, and cats Bear and Toulouse, succeed her.