(March 14, 1927 – May 4, 2020)
Dorothy Carveth (née Bloomfield) passed away peacefully on May 4, 2020 in Toronto, Ontario at the age of 93. While Dorothy made her home in Toronto in recent years so that she could be closer to family support, she was a prairie girl at heart and she spent most of her life in and around Craik, Saskatchewan. There is no doubt that the heaven she is in now is big sky country.
Dorothy was predeceased by her loving husband Tom Carveth, as well as her previous spouses Richard “Dick” Rhodes and Gordon “Stub” Dallen. She was also predeceased by her parents Frank and Nellie Bloomfield (née Kemsley) and her three sisters, Freda, Gwen and Bernie. She is mourned by her son, Keith Rhodes (Debbie) of Calgary, Alberta and by her daughter Shirley Barnes (née Rhodes) (Barry Sniderman) of Toronto, Ontario. She also leaves behind
grandchildren, great grandchildren and nieces who will dearly miss grandma/Auntie Dot.
As a prairie girl, Dorothy exhibited extraordinary resilience in the face of a number of difficult life experiences and had perfected the art of “making do”. She was a force to be reckoned with. She was a hard worker and she put her heart into everything that she did including her beautiful needlepoint, quilting, knitting, sewing, gardening and baking. Outside of the home, she worked for a number of years at the Craik Co-op and she was active in the local Anglican Church, as well as several other community organizations. While it was harder for Dorothy to pursue certain interests in her later years, it remained the case that church, music, flowers and family were sources of comfort and joy.
In keeping with Dorothy’s wishes, in due course there will be a private graveside service in Craik for her children and grandchildren. A gathering for local friends will be organized in Craik when
possible next year. In lieu of flowers, donations in memory of Dorothy may be made to a local charity of your choice. To leave an online message of condolence, please visit www.morleybedford.ca.
“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.” Emily Dickinson