The family of Laura E. Crain (Post) nee Robertson of Sussex, NB (formerly of Norton, Aroostook and Beechwood, NB ) are saddened to announce the peaceful passing on September 15, 2016, of their ageless mother, loving grand-mother, adoring great-grandmother, caring aunt, fun-loving sister-in-law, and loyal friend. Survived by her daughter, Dr. Patricia Post (Dr David Wilson), Fredericton, NB; grandchildren, Christa Post, Joel Post; Robin, Markus, and Zachary Smyth. Also survived by great-grandchildren: Storm, Conner, Reign, and Jax Smyth, and step-great-granddaughters, Summer Comeau and Violet Wilson-Foster; Sister-in-law and best friend forever, Adrienne Robertson; a plethora of nieces and nephews and extended family members. She was pre-deceased by her parents, Alice (Boone) and Herbert Robertson; by her first husband, John Post in 1974, and by her second-husband, Clarence Crain, in 2000. Also by six brothers: George, Russell, Fred, Bill, Bud, and Leonard Robertson; and two sisters, Fern Marr and Betty Badger; and sisters-in-law, Maggie, Pauline, and Ardith, and in May of this year, her only son, David Post, (Betty) of Kelowna, British Columbia, Also remembered by special friends Teeny, Norma, Jan, Nancy and Harlan and special homemakers from Quality Home and the caring staff and residents Shirley, Chrissie, Neil and Paul of Belleisle Creek Manor; by nieces Alice and Nancy who visited regularly, ran errands, fixed hearing aids, watches and TVs, found lost items, brought scrumptious suppers, or simply took the time to call her ‘talking’ phone; and to nephew, John Marr, for his regular visits. For most of her life Laura was a “domestic engineer” who devoted herself to the care of her family and in-laws. At the death of her first husband, she worked at the Hotel-Dieu of St Joseph in Perth Andover. When she was widowed for the second time, she spent a few years working at McCains in Florenceville. Her most enjoyable job, however, was cooking with Shirley at Shiktehawk Bible Camp where she made life-long friends of staff and campers alike. When she moved to Sussex, and before she lost her eye sight to glaucoma, she enjoyed shopping for white blouses and blue plates. In later years, she particularly enjoyed visits from her “little tykers” - Storm and Reign, who would climb upon her lap and play Creep Mouse and their own version of “Hide and Go Seek” without ever leaving her little wing-backed chair. Like her mother before her, you never left Laura’s house without her asking, “Is there anything you see that you would like to have? Because I don’t need a pin,” she would say “but I can always think of something that I want.” Up to her last days, she insisted that ‘there’s not a thing wrong me -- except I can’t see very well.’ In lieu of flowers, “which I can’t see and will do me no good when I’m gone”... as a tribute to Laura, please perform an act of kindness by spending some quality time with a senior or contributing to a charity of your choice. On September 17th, 2016, a celebration of life, officiated by her great-nephew the Rev Alden Crain, was held in the Francis Robertson Memorial Chapel in Riverbank, NB, erected by her great-uncle George in memory of his mother. Soloist, was her great-grand daughter, Storm Smyth, who sang “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and also read a poem entitled “One, Two, Three.” Great-grand daughter, Reign Smyth, distributed one of Laura’s broaches to women mourner as a reminder of her great-grandmother’s love of all things shiny and bright. Pallbearers were nephews John Marr, Ted and Paul Robertson, Bruce and Fred Robertson, and son-in-law David Wilson. She was eulogized by her daughter Pat, and her niece, Cheryl Jardine, who also read a loving message from her grand daughter Christa. She was also remembered fondly by her friend and neighbour, Jan Schufeltd. With very special assistance from Sarah Baldwin of Wallace Funeral Home Limited, Laura was gently laid to rest beside her parents and eight brothers and sisters on the hill in Riverbank Cemetery overlooking the peaceful Kennebecasis River. ONE, TWO, THREE!" By H. C. Bunner (Henry Cuyler Bunner) Revised for Great Grannies Funeral There once was a kind, gentle lady And a child who was half past three And the way they played together Was beautiful to see. The lady couldn’t go running and jumping So the child sat upon her knee For she was a good little youngster And as sweet as she could be They sat in the yellow sunlight Out on the comfy old swing And the games that they played, I’ll tell you As straight from my memory they ring. It was Hide and Go Seek, they were playing, Though you’d never have known it to be With this kind and gentle old lady And the child upon her knee The child would bend her face down And bury her head in her knees And she would guess where the Lady was hiding In guesses, One ; Two; Three. You are in the china cupboard She would shout and laugh with glee It wasn’t the china cupboard But she still had Two and Three. You are in the spare bedroom In the closet with the Little Drummer boy. “You are warmer and warmer” said the Lady, Still smiling with pleasure and joy You can’t be in the cedar chest Where your wedding dress used to be, So you must be in the bedroom, And she found her in One Two Three. Then the lady covered her face Even the eyes that could no longer see And she guessed where the child was hiding With a One and Two and a Three And they never had stirred from their places As they played and sang away The gentle and kind old lady And the children who came to play On this day, we remember Grannie Who was very well, but just couldn’t see, From Robin, and Markus and Zachary Christa and Jay. And from all the great grandkids Storm, Reign, Conner, and Jax and Violet and relatives and friends from One to ninety-three... We leave you one last message... Who loves you more? You have guesses, One, Two and Three.