SMITH Mabel It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Mabel Lindsay Stephen Smith on December 26, 2007, at the age of 87. Predeceased by parents David and Charlotte, brothers Charlie and Neil, nephews Kenn and Danny, great-nephew Ryan. Survived by sister Frieda Law, nieces Sheila, Kathy and Lindsay (Rick), nephews David (Sherrie), Glen (Lou) and Ed, great-nieces and nephews and many friends. Mabel was born in Waterhole, Alberta, December 4, 1920. The family moved to Fairview in 1929. She enjoyed her school days, where she curled and played basketball, making many lifelong friends. She enjoyed summers down in Dunvegan with her family. Mabel was to attend the University of Glasgow when the war broke out. Instead she joined the Royal Bank in Fairview. The family moved to Vancouver and Mabel rejoined them a few years later. She continued at the Royal Bank at Main and Hastings and had a very long and successful career. She retired as head of Foreign Exchange at the age of 55 in 1976, a career that lasted 37 years. After retirement, Mabel enjoyed many years of traveling the world. She joined the lODE in Alberta and continued in Vancouver with the Lt. Col. Cecil Merritt V. C. Chapter, becoming a Provincial life time member. She made many friends over the years, attending Zone, Provincial and National meetings. Mabel kept active bowling and attending her nieces and nephews many sporting events. She had a passion for learning and was an avid reader. She loved talking of her many trips, telling stories of the family and keeping us updated on relatives in Scotland. Mabel enjoyed her last few years at the Mulberry, where she made many new friends and became involved in new activities such as joining the Red Hatters. Mabel will be greatly missed by her family and many friends. No service by request, a gathering for a celebration of Mabel's life will be held on January 26, 2008, 2:00 - 5:00pm at her sister Frieda's house. In lieu of flowers please make a donation to a charity of choice. When my spirit has fled it's mortal home, Scatter my ashes on my Mother's grave, Let them be distilled by the rain's soft tears, And the sun's warm kiss, to lend their sweetness to the roses red That speak undying love, The winged choristers of the sky shall chant Their evening song in the chapel of cedars And maples that vie with the sunset glow, And the Peace of the spirit shall prevail.