Obituary of Evan Crowe

CROWE, Evan Pictou 1928-2025 The family of Evan Crowe announces his death which took place on January 12, 2025, at Ivey’s Terrace in Trenton, Nova Scotia. Son of Donald Crowe and Lottie (Morrison) Crowe, Evan was born in Pictou in 1928. He is survived by his son, Tom (Susan Pesut), Susan (Dorianne Rheaume), Ellen (neé Crowe) (Laurie MacDonald); his grandson, Evan III (Ashleigh Danielsen); his great-grandson, Milo, brother and sister-in- law, Doreen and Jim Myers. He was predeceased by his wife, Marie (Acker); and his daughter, Jane (Bill Robson). Also predeceasing Evan was his sister, Olive (Crowe) Bremner. Left to remember him are many nieces and nephews who he looked upon with great affection. Friends from afar - especially Evan III's mother, Sharon Tamaro; friends, Tim Saunders and Janine Bryant - will pause upon reading this news, and remember good times. At Imperial Oil Refinery, where he worked for 30 years, he made life-long friends. Many are gone now but he remembered them fondly and often, telling stories of great adventures. Those stories were often enhanced with details that may or may not have been accurate, but they were all the more fascinating for them. As a young sailor on oil tankers, he asserted that he had sailed the Seven Seas. To hear Dad tell it, though, there were eight seas. He could be casually or completely disinterested in our academic endeavours (among other things), but always encouraged conversation, creativity, individuality, curiosity. We were never forced in one direction or another, but he made it clear that good grammar and a wide vocabulary were of great importance. He seemed a happy man. He provided for us. We had good clothes, we were very well-fed. His beautiful, loving and sensible wife, Marie, more than helped in keeping his family together. If not for Marie, we might well have grown up on a steamer, or a boxcar - perhaps a barn where pups held equal status with children. A current of longing always ran through him. He might have preferred the steamer, the boxcar, the barn. He dreamed of returning to the adventures of his youth. Despite his 96 years, they remained dreams. The family owes a great debt of gratitude to the staff of Ivey’s Terrace who not only cared for Evan’s physical needs but provided him companionship and warmth. The kindness they showed Dad made it a home for him. A thank-you to Jimmie Williams, who was a friend and great help to Dad. He was a member of the St. James Anglican Church in Pictou. But there will be no service. Despite the implausibility, he might have attempted to return for an hour or so to deliver his own eulogy. Had there been a service he would likely have been wearing his toque knitted in the colours of the Jamaican flag, or his Che Guevara beret. Such was the man. The family will remember Evan privately, in their own way and in their own time. The hope is that you will, too. If you wish to, please donate to St. James Anglican Church, specifically noting the Woman’s Auxiliary with your gift.