SMITH, GRAEME IAN HORIE Graeme I. H. Smith of Prince William, NB passed away unexpectedly at his home on May 23, 2009. Graeme was born in Montreal, Quebec in 1930, a son of the late Jack and Margaret (Horie) Smith. He is survived by his wife, Betty S. Gardner Smith; a daughter, Andrea Norris (Neil), Ottawa, ON; two sons, Ian Smith (Judy Lougheed-Smith), Cork, NB and Bruce Smith, Deer Island, NB; two granddaughters, Rian and Kaelie (Brandon) Lougheed-Smith; a brother, Lloyd Smith (Christine), Winnipeg, MB; a brother-in-law, Bill Carnaghan, Markham, ON; a sister-in-law, Kathleen Jones (Ken), Chester, England and nieces and nephews. In addition to his parents, Graeme was predeceased by a sister, Margaret Joan Carnaghan in 2002. Visitation will be at Riverside United Church of Canada, 6682 Route 102, Prince William, Wednesday, May 27th, 7 to 9pm. Funeral service to be held at the same location, Thursday, May 28th, 2009 at 2pm. Rev. Jennifer Brown and Rev. John Roy will officiate. A reception will follow the funeral service. For those who wish to make a donation in memory of Graeme, the family has suggested the: Heart and Stroke Foundation, Boy Scouts of Canada, United Church of Canada, or the Harvey High School Foundation. No flowers please. Oakum all ye, Graeme will listen, grab a paddle or sail, the lakes aglisten. Family and friends are his life, proud of his children, adores his wife. "Just one second, I'll get Bet," have you had high bush cranberries yet? The CBC on, munching on muffets, always about, never on his tuffet. Car repair and maintenance, Santa Claus, saying grace, Family taxi, lake water toes, when it comes to raspberries, Dad knows. Log cabins, outhouses, wood sculpture and cars, he'll fix it all: his, yours and ours. Bird watcher, cat burglar, turtle catcher, too bad for the grouse hunters they can't run faster. A choral force, singing loud, punning rhymes to make us proud. Untied shoes and hat askew, New Brunswicker, loved his canoe. Québécois Canadien, repeat pond hockey champienne. Everything a place in a cardboard box, friend to the birds, deer, bunnies and fox. Teacher mentor dock-ter, Poppa, do you sing? Well you oughta. Eager environmentalist, off trail adventure enthusiast. Birdhouse and chimney builder, outhouse designer, no jack O'lanterns will ever be finer. Coiffurer to granddaughters, always tinkering, understanding "Smith-o-glyphics" can take above average thinking. A dog at his feet, bandaid on hand, his garden and beans are so very grand. Hard to fit in a list, loved by all, he'll be missed. www.flewellingswan.com