Born ‎14 Mar 1911 Toronto, York, Ontario, Canada, died ‎8 Aug 1989 Toronto, Ontario, Canada‎, 78 years, buried ‎11 Aug 1989 Garden of Gethsemane 104 C1, Glendale Memorial Gardens, Etobicoke, Ontario,
Denley, Roy Nelson
On August 8, 1989 at the Queensway General Hospital, Roy, beloved husband of Sadie (nee Little).  Loving father of Gordon (and his wife Joan), Marjorie Michie (and her husband Mic), Wendy Weighell (and her husband Keith). Lovingly remembered by grandchildren Larry Denley (and his wife Kelly), Lisa Denley, Rick Denley, Beth Dunlop (and her husband Terry), Brian Michie (and his wife Susie), Brett Michie, Barry Weighell, Roy Weighell and David Weighell. Great-grandfather of Ronny and Krystle Michie. He is survived by his sister Marjorie Copeman and his brothers Hugh and Norm. Predeceased by his brother Russ. The family will receive their friends at the Turner and Porter Butler Chapel, 4933 Dundas St. W. (between Islington and Kipling Aves.) Thursday 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Service in the chapel 2 p.m. Friday, August 11, 1989. Interment Glendale Memorial Gardens. In lieu of flowers, donations would be appreciated to the Metro Lung Association.

Born ‎3 Aug 1913 Mono Township, Ontario, Canada, died ‎17 Jan 2009 Mississauga, Ontario, Canada‎, 95 years, buried ‎21 Jan 2009 Garden of Gethsemane 104 C2, Glendale Memorial Gardens, Etobicoke, Ontario,
Sadie Emily (Little) Denley
DENLEY, Sadie Emily (nee Little) - Peacefully at Trillium Health Centre, Mississauga on January 17, 2009, in her 96th year. Predeceased by the love of her life and husband Roy, brother Harold and sisters Mabel Lynn and Ellie Mitchell. Wonderful and loving Mom of Gordon (Joan) Denley, Marjorie (the late Mic) Michie and Wendy (Keith) Weighell. Beloved "Grannie" of Larry (Kelly) Denley, Lisa (Jamie) Danziger, Rick (Heather) Denley, Beth (Terry) Dunlop, Brian (Susan) Michie, Brett Michie (Kathleen Welch), Barry Weighell (Adrian Puopolo), Roy (Jana) Weighell, David Weighell (Lori Theriault) and Great Grannie to Kevin, Alyssa, Michelle, Emily, Carla, Marissa, Evan, Matt, Meagan, Ron, Krystle, Brandon, Jacqueline, Kirsten, Keith-Kyle, Stefanie, Kayla and Tyler. Friends may call at the Turner & Porter Butler Chapel, 4933 Dundas St. W., Etobicoke (between Kipling and Islington Aves.), from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. on Tuesday. Funeral Service in the Chapel on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 at 11 a.m. Interment Glendale Memorial Gardens. If desired, donations to the Heart and Stroke Foundation, Canadian Diabetes Association or Trillium Health Centre Foundation would be appreciated by Sadie's family.
Toronto Star January 19, 2009

On the occasion of Sadie's 80th birthday From sister Ellie
Sadie [Little/Denley]
See the little girl, Sadie, in Camilla, on a farm,
Where the fire in the stove, Keep her hands so warm.
Where the clothes are hung by the heater each night,
And the chair holds Mum's apron, washed so white,
And on the wall, on a peg, hangs her Dad's overalls...
Memories start creeping, from the pictures on the walls,
There is Harold, her year younger brother.
And there is Mabel, and there is just one other.
I know this girl well, born on that farm too, I'm Ellie
her sister - that's the family review.
Her brother she whacked with a honey pail.
She knocked him cold.... so goes the tale.
They rode horses together, and Harold, he fell.
He got concussion, and she got "Hell".
She walked a long way, to her school, called "Gleno".
In her middy dress, in her hair a big bow.
She could feed the chickens, and milk the cows;
I'll grow up like my "Mum" she firmly vows.
And grow she did to a fine young lady;
These are some tales of that girl, call "Sadie".
She worked at Woolworths, then Purity Bread,
And iced cakes at Westons' white cap on her head.
She dated Les Summerfield, and young John Turner,
but .... a "blind-date"put them, on the back burner.
With her marcelled hair, courted by this boy
Handsome he was, and his name was "Roy".
The married one August, the bride wore blue.
Her bridesmaid wore "white", that caused quite a stew,
But, times were tough, and moeny was slight,
And this "reasonable" white dress, fit Mable just right.
A black and white jumper, I reluctanly wore.
It cost 79 cents from the catalogue store.
Life began, in a flat, on Westmorland Avenue.
Five more places were home, before they were through.
The family came, two girls, and one boy.
And filled their lives, with so much joy.
I can't tell it all in a few lines or two.
But here's a few high-lights, before I'm through.
Sadie, remember the picnics, Little Reunions each year;
The Car that constantly slipped out of gear.
The Caledon mountain, slowed a car to near stop.
That magnetic hill keeping us from the top.
In the home they had on Rolyat Street.
This memory gem comes, I think its neat;
Once the Doctor was called, Marge had the flu.
And under her bed, young Gord, hid from view.
The Doctor tested, and as he tried.
To find the problem, Marge cried and cried;
From "under the bed" a little voice grew.
"Leave her alone, you old bugger you".
On College, they lived back of the plumging store.
One day Gord was heard crying, more and more.
In the door the plumber called, very friendly.
"Gods' wee gift from heaven, Mrs. Denley".
Our holiday in St. Lucia, was my first trip,
And here and there Rum Cocktail we'd sip;
Sadie, couldn't get into her slacks, one night.
She'd been in the rum.... and she was "Tight".
Sadie, remember the ships cabin, we shared, us four,
large, reasonable and comfy, more that ever before.
Well, we found out why the price was right.
The "dishwashers" kept us up half the night.
Once by the ocean, in a wee little nook.
A wave took off Roy's slipper; we could just stand and look.
We gave up hope of retreving it ..... when
A wave to the shore, brought it, right back again.
Sadie and I loved to spend and to shop on our trips.
"I'm not going with you", said Roy with pursed lips.
But he would stand and laugh and give a hoot.
As we sweat in the heat, to bring back our loot.
And the time we arrived on the ships decks
And Roy had forgotten his travellers cheques.
Home, on the dresser, carefully laid.
"He got chewed out for that one"... "didn't he Sade".
We've travelled a lot, and boy we had fun.
And for 13 years we followed the sun.
Seen Mickey and Minnie, exotic islands galore.
Sailed "thru" Panama locks we'd not seen before.
But the best, Sadie says was trip .
To Hawaii, one year, with Helen and Hugh.
There's the smell of your kitchen, as you turn out those "treats".
But when we smell vinegar, "ah ..... PICKLED BEETS".
"We've eaten your tea biscuits, and we all know
You have kneaded your "love", right into the dough.
These are a few of the things I recall.
Memories are lengthy, I can't tell them all.
Your my sister, Mum, Grannie, and also Aunt Sadie.
You truly are beautiful lady.
"Beauty when your young" is inherited, we learned.
"But beauty when your older, has been lovingly earned.
Now you've passed your 80 year, driving test.
And Sadie we wish you all of the best.
Just look what you've done, Look at the family crowd,
We hope, will continue, to make you feel proud.
And before I put this poem away.
Lets all applaud Sadie - "Happy Birth Day"
With Love Ellie