Jack Mason Will Be Missed by the Canadian Boating Community

Jack Mason

 

The Canadian Boating community has lost one of their own with the passing of Jack Mason. His obituary and details of the service follow.

JOHN “JACK” STUART MASON Suddenly at Prince Edward County Memorial Hospital on Monday, April 13, 2015. Jack Mason of 8 Talbot St., Picton, formerly of Spencer St., Picton and Toronto at the age of 86. Founder of “The Store” Mason’s Chandlery. Beloved husband of the late Bette (nee Craig). Dear father of Wendy Joy and her husband Dennis of Toronto and Lori and her partner Vicky Sutherland of Picton. Grandfather of Michelle, Matthew and Brendan. Sadly missed by his sister Maureen Swift and her husband Grant. Beloved uncle of Lara, Julie, David and their families. Jack will be missed by his dear friend Joy Holbrook. 

A Memorial Service was held in the chapel of the Whattam Funeral Home on April 17th, with the Reverend Audrey Whitney officiating. Cremation has taken place. A private interment will be held at Glenwood Cemetery at a later date. If desired, donations to the Prince Edward County Hospital Foundation would be appreciated by the family. 

 

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