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Maxwell George
Crossley
April 29, 1942 – April 25, 2020
Passed suddenly away on Saturday, April 25 th , 2020 near his cabin at Howley in the spot that he loved, doing what he loved, Maxwell George Crossley, at the age of 77 years. Leaving to mourn the love of his life for more than 60 years Pauline (Hoskins) Crossley, son Blair (Charlene), and granddaughter Gabrielle; daughter Kelly (Doug) and grandchildren Jenna-Rose (Cohen Chaulk), Jordan; and son Aaron. Brothers Hardy (Maxine), Don (Anne) and sister Floretta (Jerry); brother-in-law Roy Hoskins (Bernetta), brother-in-law Eric Hoskins (Lynn), sister-in-law Elaine (Wally), sister-in-law Kathy (Glen), sister-in-law Barbara Hoskins, and a large circle of family and friends. Predeceased by parents Eric and Violet Crossley and sister Joyce: parents-in-law Samual and Gladys Hoskins; brother-in-law John Hoskins, cousin Earle Miles, and a large circle of family and friends. We can't forget the precious puppies that he loved and walked with over the years. Max retired from Bowaters in 2000 and spent the rest of his days enjoying everything recreational from his time boating and fishing on Grand Lake, moose hunting, skating at the rink, skiing and snowshoeing, playing darts, and even occasionally rollerblading. Five years ago on this day Max jumped out of a plane in Florida with his son-in-law Doug, his two grandchildren Jenna and Jordan, and his future son-in law-Cohen. He first insisted on jumping alone, but reluctantly was forced do tandem . He liked to do things his way and that was most often the hard way and we loved him for his fierceness and tenacity. Max was a proud member and leader of the Corner Brook Elks Club and worked tirelessly along with fellow members to see a new extension come to fruition. He loved dishing out the Nevada tickets at bingo night. He also served on the executive of the St. John the Evangelist Church Men's Dart League Executive and helped with church dinners and fundraisers. He was always willing to lend a hand and did so with the brightest smile that would light up a room. He will be missed. There will be no formal visitation or funeral service at this time. A private family viewing to take place and funeral service and interment to be announced at a later date. As expressions of sympathy, in lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the Elks of Canada Memorial Charity.
Elks of Canada Charity Online Memorial Donation Link:
https://www.elksofcanada.ca/personal-donations
Oars and Pens
A young boy from Herring Neck with hands on oars guiding a dory to shore ,will go on to show us more.
A boy in school , one room and cold, would later grasp a pen and let descend a river of ink to defend.
Oars below water at their peak , like a pen with ink, both will reveal a Boys passion buried Within. Inside a fortitude and passion will bring results ever last'n.
Oars and pens to the end. Nails with hammer made studs for all things to gather, collective works of Shakespeare and Rockwell housed within. ...along with the mighty pen. The pen he found environmental and workers rights , causes to expound.
'Twas once a forest he did not know, friend in tow. Tracks covered in snow, with what oars he used we do not know; but, like an oar to water the car he found , shelter and water.
Pyramids were built ,great travels and discoveries made, these accomplishments because of minds end ,not without oar and pen. Trees he felled, cabin built, boats took float, yet home and family without a doubt.
An oar applied to recreation can exceed an opponents expectation. From echoes of past the opponents would not last, for he fire a ball hard and fast. A shark he would defeat in a game of pool 'cause he had not the oar of grace and cool.
To extract ink to paper it was memory for purpose , otherwise worthless. History captured and stories told where he got dates from we will never know.
A bust of bronze one may be familiar , to be immortalized not a quiver. Yet for he, Immortalized would then mobilize , grow hands would it;one hand a pen to scribe , the other an oar for wit.
Oars and pens to the end , ripples and ink will transcend.
"Forever In Our Hearts"
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