Obituary of Doreen Margaret Jukes
Doreen Margaret JUKES (nee McDowall)
September 8th, 1926 – May 3rd, 2024
Peacefully at Tabor Manor on May 3rd, 2024 in her 98th year.
Born in Edinburgh Scotland, youngest daughter of James and Margaret McDowall. Pre-deceased by her loving husband of 64 years, David H Jukes (1921-2010). Dear mother of Sandra of Brive, France; Allan (Barbara) of St. Catharines and Terry of Fort Lauderdale. “Nan” of four grandchildren; Graeme (Jen), Taona (Karlton), Megan and Gemma, three great grandchildren and 13 nieces and nephews. Doreen was a proud Scot and war bride who married her RCAF husband and immigrated to Canada in August 1946. They built a house and lived on Third Street Louth for 52 years. Doreen was a home and school member, a Girl Guide leader, member of the St. Catharines tennis club and golf and country club. She was also a member of the Hospital Auxiliary and Mayfair Club. She was also an avid tennis and bridge player, a competitive curler and an avid gardener. She loved entertaining and a good party! She loved holiday celebrations especially Halloween and Robby Burns Day. Cremation has taken place. A Celebration of life will take place at George Darte Funeral Home 585 Carlton St, St Catharines on Saturday May 11th from 12:30-3:30pm. Some of her ashes will return to Scotland as she wished. She will be lovingly remembered dancing the Highland fling over the horizon celebrating a life well lived.
Mother Scotland reels us home.
She surely raised her bairns well,
Taught us strength and pride,
Gave us love o' homeland,
But couldna' make us bide.
We set off young, we set off auld,
In search of pastures new
Yet, one by one, along life's way
Find little that would do.
We have our homes, we make a life
On every foreign shore;
Choose a husband, find a wife,
And still we yearn for more.
To soothe a restless, aching heart
We chase another scheme,
Follow one more rainbow
Yet we never still the dream
Aye, she let us go so easily
With never a backward look.
But...how could we know as we sailed or flew
Our heart was a baited hook,
With a line as long as we want it to be
To wherever we may roam,
Till...out of the blue, with one sharp tug
"Mother Scotland" reels us home.