Farewell Sister Kate

16 th Mar 2016

Kate – Catherine Mary Kimberly

On Saturday afternoon there was a significant gathering of people at The Leir House Cultural Center in Penticton BC. It was a gathering of well over 150 people who were touched by Kate Kimberly my sister. She asked that we gather there where she had her studio and found an inner peace .

Kate was the third of five children born in Winchester Hants England 8th Feb 1945 . Where we lived in a remote hamlet called Owslebury Bottom  and in 1952 moved to Barton Stacey near Andover Hants. Surprisingly I don’t have any clear memories of Kate growing up because I left home in 1957 to apprentice, but when I returned in 1962 there she was, a very beautiful young lady .

After she and Jacques emigrated to Canada in 1966 We exchanged letters twice a month . Thus it was Kate who encouraged me to follow in her footsteps to B.C. after our wedding in Sept 1967. In that 49 years we have shared so much joy, sorrow, and happiness, children and grand children .

Thank you Kate you were a wonderful sister and friend to me all the way !

Among the many wonderful things Kate did was to write her own obituary reprinted below.

Artist Kate Kimberley dies at 70

Kate Kimberley, who passed away on Jan. 21, chose this portrait of her by fellow artist Linda Anderson to accompany her obituary. / IMAGE COURTESY LINDA ANDERSON

Penticton lost a vibrant personality and an important member of the arts community when Kate Kimberley died on Jan. 21 after a protracted battle with cancer.

“She has been ill for a couple of years now, so we have been able to prepare as best we can,” said her son Sean, who added that it was a peaceful passing. Kate also made her own preparations, including writing her own obituary, which we share with you here.
“Kate” Catherine Mary Kimberley (nee Thornton) (February 8, 1945 – January 21, 2016)
I always knew I would write my own obituary, and now it is very fashionable to do so.
I’ve led such a privileged life. Firstly in my choice of husband Jake, and secondly in our choice to emigrate to the Okanagan in 1966. Jake and I have raised two fine sons here; Sean (wife Megan) and Kevin (wife Veronica). We are extremely proud of both of them. Our two grandchildren, Abigail and Benjamin, have been a delight. A ray of sunshine in our golden years.
I have been blessed with many sincere friends who have been supportive in so many ways, not only during my illness but through my whole adult life. You all know who you are. My tennis buddies, my yoga buddies, my art buddies, my hiking buddies, and my cross country skiing buddies.
Thank you to my wonderful Doctor, Dr. John Surkan for his care, as well as the dedicated nurses at oncology who do an amazing job in spite of their working conditions. Thanks also to Dr. Marianne Taylor, Oncologist. And thank you to the palliative care ‘angels’ who really do the caring.
After retirement I have enjoyed a very interesting art career. I sincerely appreciate Prema Harris for having faith in my watercolours from day one. ‘As artists we are here to share our gift with others. A healing experience for both the creator and the observer.’
In addition to my husband Jake, sons Sean and Kevin, and grandchildren Abigail and Benjamin I am survived by my three brothers, Mick, Martin, and Tom, many nieces, nephews, cousins, and the huge Kimberley family in England.
‘The meaning of life is that it ends. The purpose of life is to love living it.’
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the charity of your choice.
Kate Kimberley
Sean said that his father, former mayor Jake Kimberley, is coping, with the support of his family.
“I live in town here with my wife and kids, so we are close by. We are taking him with us on Monday to be with my brother,” said Sean. “He is going to have family around. He is doing very well considering.”
Prema Harris, who Kate mentioned in her obituary, remembers Kate’s dedication to furthering her art.
“She was determined to dedicate a lot of her time to making art. She just went for it. She went to workshops, she got involved with the Federation of Canadian Artists, and she just surrounded herself in that environment,” said Harris. “She just kept getting better and better. I guess that is her nature. She was beautiful to work with, she was so clear about her intention and what her goals were.”
Nel Witteman, owner of the Lloyd Gallery, remembers being one of Kate’s first art teachers when she was learning to paint, at a one-day workshop in her Kaleden studio along with two other artists.
“It was one full day, just to get really into painting,” said Witteman, adding that she told her three students they would go home with a finished painting, which they did.
“They really caught the bug, they caught the feeling of wanting paint,” said Witteman. “I’ve always loved the idea that she grew so fast. She went from a beginner to a full blown-artist very quick.”
Vince Rabbitte knew Kate through the Penticton Yacht and Tennis club. He said Kate’s enthusiasm and dedication didn’t only show in her art career.
“She was a tremendous worker, helped with everything, a great supporter of the club in every way you could imagine,” said Rabbitte.
Carol Munro was a friend and a member of the Tumbleweed Art Gallery collective along with Kate.
“Kate was a terrific mentor to me in my art and I will be forever grateful,” said Munro, describing Kate as a joyful person.
“A laugh that I will remember all my life … the beautiful music of Kate’s laugh,” said Munro, who also remembers her friend’s excitement when she was invited to join the Tumbleweed collective.
“It was as if Kate had been invited to show in the Louvre. Her enthusiasm and her recognition that Tumbleweed’s interest in her was an affirmation of the quality of her work and how far she had moved in her work,” said Munro. “It was a beautiful thing to see.”
Kate’s dedication to art went beyond just personal improvement, according to Munro.
“Kate and a couple of other people probably saved the soul of the local chapter of the FCA,” said Munro, explaining that Kate would often step forward to be on the executive board, when others wouldn’t.
“They said, ‘okay, we will do it again,’ rather than close the chapter. Now the chapter is thriving and humming with a whole new infusion of younger people,” Munro said. “But a lot of that is due to the fact that Kate would not let it go.”
Jane Shaak, the executive director of the Okanagan School of the Arts and the Shatford Centre, remembers Kate helping set up the first-ever exhibition at the Shatford Centre in 2011.
“I think she was president (of the FCA) when we were moving to the Shatford Centre and the first exhibition we ever had was called Triptych,” said Shaak. To make the exhibition happen the FCA installed a hanging system at the centre, which was left as a legacy, as was a lighting system installed for another exhibition Kate helped organize.
“Kate was wonderful to work with. She had a real openness to it, and enthusiasm, a tremendous enthusiasm,” said Shaak.
Here is a link to a video of the event :



ByeBye Kate

January 22 at 7:21am ·

Bye Bye Kate

Such a sad Day

My wonderful friend Kate Passed away today.
It was 1964. I was on my way to the Village shop, Across the narrow road from the Village shop a vision bound up through the garden gate and onto the road, hair very short like a Mary Quant, an elegant dress in that sixties style tight at the top and a little flair out from the waist. Hello, she said! as she opened the door to a gleaming Jaguar and sat down next to her future husband Jacques. Kate sped away not to be seen again by me for years. I turned left up the stairs to the Village shop and paused for a moment at the door. The shop was old and had double fronted windows bordering the central shop door. what would I say to the girl inside? I need to impress her. Jacquay was at the back of the shop, I plucked up the courage, 10 Craven A ( cigarettes ) please, For heavens sake I didn’t even smoke, how pathetic.
It did the trick though and later she would become my Wife.
Some years later on a trip down to Penticton from our logging Camp on the Queen Charlottes Islands ( Haida Gwaii ) Jacquay and I stopped in to visit Kate and Jacques. It was the winter of 69/70 It happened to be the coldest winter in the Valley for some time. the Lake was frozen from Penticton north as far as the eye could see. Two tug boats and their large barge of railroad cars were stuck in the ice.
We stayed in there little Cabin on Lower bench Rd, in an Orchard that belongs to the Schwank’s. The Cabin was tiny but Kate had it looking fantastic. That first night the temperatures dropped like a stone. The Cabin walls were paper thin with no insulation, Ice started to build up on the inside of our bedroom wall. we were freezing! we got up and dressed in everything we had and jumped back into bed. The temperature by now had dropped so low, there came a bang like a shot from a gun, going off just outside, then another. It was so cold the Apple trees were exploding and they were being split down the middle with a frightening noise.
O what parties we had in those days when we were young and fit, We danced all night at Phil locks Stone house on the lower bench. At the party’s, we had, I used to flirt a little bit with the ladies, just sometimes. ( ok all the time ) Kate would scold me. and remind me Jacquay was there.
We had dinner parties at some awesome Restaurants, The Nineteen Twelve at Kaledon. The Squire in Naramata, where you had to order your dinner a week in advance. The Queers place on Naramata Rd, In those days we didn’t call them Gay. It was the two Queers, David, and Reggie, wonderful guys that put on the best of food and service in a Great old house.
Kate was a great planner, she had me booked into everything she thought I had to do. Learning cross country skiing in Kaleden, our teacher was a wonderful guy from Norway. In no time, we were learning how to wax our skis, and perfecting our Telemark turns.
Idly watching TV was something Kate abhorred. She was a wonderful cook, we all enjoyed her meals while looking out of the window onto that wonderful lake view. If Kate had a spare moment she would dive into some kind of art or craft work.
One evening in the 70s, just after work she called me. Jacques was away at Mica Dam working his butt off. Hey, David I need you to come and see an old Heritage House up on Middle bench Rd. Tell me what you think?. I pulled into the driveway of the house. . Kate was already there and looking at the view. The moment I got out of the car I was sold! O that view, Wow this had to be the place. The house didn’t let us down either, a beautiful heritage home in need of some repair. I didn’t realize how much at the time.
Jacques came home from Mica Dam and threw himself into renovating the house and turning it into a palace. Everyone benefited from efforts they both made to that amazing house. great parties great food, great swimming in the new swimming pool. Lazy hot nights out under the Stars, a glass of wine in hand looking down on the lights of Penticton reflecting in the Lake.
Sometimes when Kate couldn’t sleep due to the pain, she would message me In England. Just a couple of months ago she was babysitting her grandchildren. Sleep was absent again for her. It was early morning, I was fast asleep but didn’t mind one bit to be woken up. We text back and forth, she reminded me in no uncertain terms, David, the four of us, we should have built that Vineyard, I know I said. We could have done it. Vineyards were just taking off in the seventies, and she knew of a hillside on the East side of the Lake, not far along the Naramata rd that was going cheap. The orchard was shot, old cherry trees I think! and it would make a great Vineyard. Kate was right we should have tried. Hell, I had only just got back from Italy with a container load of Vineyard Equipment. I was in at the forefront of the Vineyard explosion that swept the Valley. I sold loads of equipment up and down the Valley, to Viticulturists. Bugger she was right we should have tried. On lots of things, Kate was ahead of the curve.
Kate never put up with my youthful arrogance, always put me in my place. Many times stopping me, from making a fool of myself.
Although I wasn’t introduced to Kate until 69, Kate, Jacques, Jacquay and myself all came from that same area of England from the same time with the same culture, we knew each other, we didn’t need to speak to know what the other was thinking.
Before Canada, I worked with her Dad Tom and her brother Tom 2 in The little village of Barton Stacey. I went to the same school as Her brother Michael.
My life and that of Kate’s friends will never be the same without her. I will miss you so much my old friend, forgive me for my tears, I am just a little broken.
Love David H

Thank you Dave a fitting tribute to my lovely sister.


Even Greater Laser Efficiency

3 Mar 2016

Following on from my earlier blog –

Here is an update on getting you printing costs even lower with laser printers.

After 5 months of use the Brother Colour printer – MFC 9340CDW’s panel notified me that a new black toner cartridge was required. I contacted Ink Owl to place a order for a 4 colour toner refill set plus an extra black bottle of toner together with their recommended tool for making the fill hole in the cartridge total cost $105 which is less than the cost of a single new cartridge at Staples :).

When I went to Youtube to get direction to refill the cartridge I found a tutorial which recommended resetting the Black page counter as it was suggested that in fact with most printers the low toner is signaled by a page count not a toner level.

Resetting the counter or flag gear enables you to use up almost all of you toner supplies before refilling with fresh toner.

Here is the video on how to do this for my Brothwer Laser Printer:

I am sure you will find similar instructions for yours .