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Jack's Book of Memories

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S: Jack's Book of Memories

BC: Made with Love

FC: Jack's book of Memories | 90th

1: 1922 John Thorne is born in Saskatchewan, first son and eagle scout. | Beginnings

3: "A Wedding and then a family grows!"

4: In March of 1953 I played one of the young priests in the Irish drama ‘Shadow and Substance” which Jack directed for the Player’s Club that year. A couple of months later we took the production on a provincial tour, a somewhat irreverent group, determined to liven things up a bit in the hinterland. Unbeknownst to Jack who wasn’t along to keep a firm hand on the tiller, the cast invented a character named Mehitabel Pankhurst Coombes, a dotty village eccentric with an ear trumpet who swept onstage as part of a delegation in one critical scene. | - Tom Shorthouse | Her role, a simple one, was to look befuddled, listen intently, and interrupt the dialogue occasionally with Celtic outbursts of “Eh?” This, of course, never failed to amuse us and hopefully our audience as well. In those days, the University insisted that there always be a chaperone along on student ventures of this sort, and fortunately that year the lady who undertook the newly-created role was not only a good sport, but also a seasoned performer with many years’ experience. In fact she was Jack and Joy’s great friend. Her name: Jessie Richardson. | Shadow & Substance at the Players Club | The Director/Producer

5: I was cast as Ferovious in Androcles and the Lion at the Everyman Theatre. Jack Thorne was the director. Three of us had gone to the nearest pub one night. Along about 10pm Ted Babcock asked,"and what have you been up to?" The blood drained from our faces! This was the night of the DRESS REHEARSAL !!!! We flew to the theatre. Of course the rehearsal had been cancelled. As we sat on bench in main dressing room trying to decide if there was any possibility of a career in the theatre left to us when Jack came into the room. Looking at me he said, "I WLL NEVER FORGIVE YOU AND I WILL NEVER SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN ". Later that year we were both cast in a touring company of Hamlet. At the first rehearsal, the actor playing the king asked,"aren't you the two assholes who kissed off a dress rehearsal?" A couple of years went by and I was working as a clerk in the Government 0ffice when Jack helped me to get a job at CBC Television. In the late 50's Jack created a children’s series called HIDDEN PAGES. Jack asked that I be assigned as Production Assistant. Whenever Jack is discussed by the early TV folk you will hear: “great teacher” “very professional”, “a perfectionist”...They miss his core attribute - JACK THORNE IS A MOST FORGIVING MAN!!!!! | - Len Lauk

6: I was working for Joy and rather intimidated by “Mr. Thorne”. In the spring of 1966, I was hired to look after Dede and Dondi while Joy was working. I can still see me sitting on the sofa with Jack in the living room – small spurts of conversation surrounded by what felt like interminable swaths of silence – the result I think now, of mutual shyness! As Jack and I got to know each other and shared stories, ideas, music, books, etc., I appreciated our friendship more because I could remember how wide the gap had felt in the beginning. Jack may have been quiet, but he is also an astute critic with wide knowledge and experience. If Jack liked a show I’d directed, I knew I could relax and breathe more fully - especially if he found it funny! | Mr. Thorne | - Jane Heyman

7: ....not as a stage director or TV producer, where we worked together happily. Let me explain: Over the years we became good friends, giving staunch support when needed in bad times and rejoicing when happy times returned. Since I lived in the Fraser Valley, we got into the habit of travelling to a central spot every few months, and entertaining each other to lunch. When he and Joy lived on the water’s edge at East Kent, a favourite nearby place was a small Polish dining room where the food was good and there was no pressure to gulp it and leave. But one day we missed our marks. | Jack terrified me! | Lunch and good fellowship restored me, but I still had to face the return journey – or walk. “Oh well, “ I philosophied, “he hasn’t killed anyone yet, so I should make it.” And I did. Finishing with Jack sliding his car into an impossibly small space, allowing me sufficient room to squeeze out and stand there, looking heavenwards, where all good (and lucky) car drivers dwell, while giving thanks for good food, a good friend, and the knowledge that I had several months to build resolve before the next time. | I waited then went back to E Kent and parked right behind Jack’s little red car. He came down and said, “We’ve not missed much time. Hop in and I’ll drive us.” Hardly was I buckled up before there was a roar of motor and a swoosh and I found myself pegged against my seat while Jack spun the wheel and headed for our café. Round bends - surely transplanted from Silverstone -- chafing at other traffic causing delay, we turned into the small parking lot at the diner, and squealed to a stop. | - David Glyn Jones

8: Vancouver | Penticton | Montreal | Call me Grandpa

9: I remember the construction projects of the many houses we lived in; the back fence at 6th Ave., and the porch & back fence in Montreal were built to the sounds of the Opera blasting on CBC Radio into the neighbourhood. It inspired David and I with the many renovations on our own houses. I even have learned to love Opera. | Ladder that led to Michelle's house | - Gordon

10: Dad’s favourite expression when we all sat down for Saturday dinner at Granny’s, or pretty much for every meal was, “Oh, Oh, Oh, what do we have here!”, spoken with enthusiastic appreciation, anticipation and gratitude. | Don’t forget that Dad always made sure there were leftovers after a meal. The leftovers would be wrapped up and put in the fridge, accumulating through the week. At the end of the week all the bowls would be brought out, the covers removed and we would have a feast of leftovers for Sunday lunch. | When I was little, grade school age, I remember Dad making breakfast every morning and lunches too. He had a routine. Wednesday’s were egg sandwiches. Thursdays were tuna sandwiches. Friday were egg and tuna sandwiches which I thought were the stupidest combination ever. For some reason he would never make peanut butter sandwiches. I once asked someone why he never made peanut butter sandwiches and they said because Dad only had peanut butter sandwiches during the depression and he was sick of them. | - Debra

11: I remember reaching the snowline. Still we climbed. The path seeming to go straight up. Kids began to get tired and upset, parents who had started off at a quick pace fell behind. But my Dad, our Dad, had set a pace for himself at the onset, a steady pace that he never wavered from. He never slowed down, he never sped up. Steady. One foot in front of the other. And he got to the top at the same time as everyone else. I was incredibly proud of our Dad that day and he taught me a lesson that I have remembered and practiced all my life. Slow and steady wins the race! Or, one foot in front of the other, gets you to the top of whichever mountain you need to climb! | When David was about ten, he went off to camp near Squamish. The last day of the camp, families were invited to participate in a hike, so Dad and I went. Now Dad was probably twenty years older than any other father and the hike was straight up to the top of the mountain. Squamish mountains being particularly high! So we set off. The kids were running ahead and then back. Parents were chatting and setting a fairly quick pace. The mountain got steeper. | Best Lesson Ever! | Thanks Dad. | - Debra

12: - David | In the sweltering July heat and behind the wheel of a temperamental Peugot, Dad and I explored the fairy-tail castles of the Loire valley together including this charming one called Chaumont. On the road trip, we discovered many things like fine French wine, adorable country inns and that my father was a better driver than a navigator.

13: I remember taking piano lessons. It was so encouraging to see Grandpa practicing so diligently. I loved coming home from school and seeing the yellow bug parked outside and coming in to Grandpa practicing "A Dozen A Day," or napping on the couch, or doing the dishes. The beautiful black piano we shared is such a treasure to me. | On rainy days, Casey and I would curl up in the arm chair and grandpa would read us stories, like The Adventures of Madeline and The Goat that Flew. I still have those books on my shelf. | We could never get enough of Robert Munsch... or Richard Scary. Mortimer, be QUIET!!!! | - Lucy | - Casey | -Casey | Lucy and I used to sleep over at the Tugboat Landing apartment. | - Casey

14: I can remember spending the afternoons after school on grandpa's knee and he would be quizzing me over and over again on my times tables. From 1x1 all the way to 12x12, over and over. If it were not for that homework made fun with Gramps, I would never have been able to do so well in math all the way through high-school. | - Lucy

15: If I had to choose one memory to hold onto above the rest... it would be the shared hours of silence on cold snowy days at Gordon and Michelle's, piece-by-piece putting together that 1000-piece puzzle. This was bliss. The image of that puzzle with always be burned into my memory. | Casey

16: Travels with Jack

17: Dad has been a snappy dresser since his days in Montreal. Few men can rock a tux quite like Dad. | - Gordon

18: Dad gets great pleasure, preparing and sharing meals. To see him prepare salmon or mincemeat pies for Christmas is to witness an expression of love | - Gordon

19: The Thorne men have all demonstrated a superior talent in the kitchen. A fact which has never been disputed by the female members of the family who happily enjoy what we cook up in our kitchens. | - David

20: Dad, the image of you walking either Mufflette or Charlie is forever ingrained in my mind. The utter devotion you had for them and they for you, was something I will never forget. | - Gordon

21: Knowing that MY Grandpa was the Santa Clause at church! I was very proud to be in on the secret. YES the beard is real, grown out specially for the occasion! | -Casey

22: I remember Jack’s wonderful Christmas treats, including tourtiere and black pepper biscotti. Clive’s favourite memory is from our visit to Canada in 1989 when Jack prepared a whole boneless salmon en croute - Clive has never forgotten how wonderful that was. | - Marise,Clive & Dan | I remember Uncle Jack in those Xmas hats that came out of those crackers and you were funny playing charades. | - Eric & Peter | Happy 90th Birthday Uncle Jack! Lots of love from | I remember Uncle Jack always being a solid, reassuring presence. The most vivid memory right now is when he came to Montreal when my Dad died. His support and love was an incredible help. Also, I remember Uncle Jack mostly at Christmas and at family gatherings! Your laughter and fun always brought a smile to my face. | - Usha

23: I remember one Christmas as a fairly new bride and it was the first time not being with my family at Christmas; your family had recently returned from Montreal I believe, and we spent Christmas dinner with all of you. Jack cooked a wonderful turkey and made me feel so welcome. I was a very nervous and shy bride then. | Stephanie and Michelle both remember the night Uncle Jack had them over for a very grown up dinner (no Mom or Dad) for a delicious stew and then he took them to the ballet to see the Nutcracker. They had a wonderful evening just the three of them. We think they were about 5 and 8 years old at the time. | Scott spoke many times of “My Uncle Jack, the CBC Producer” and was so proud of that. Not a Sunday would go by that we didn’t watch “his” Beachcombers! | - Patti

24: I appreciate Jack's natty taste in hats and our shared love of cheese | - Julie | I remember the summer that Jack and Joy invited us to have a holiday in Parksville with Debra and the girls. The days were long and lazy, the kids were happy and barefoot and brown. We ate wonderful meals, drank good wine,and we danced on the front lawn. What was that tune that got Jack boogeying down? | One of the games that the kids played was "Restaurant". They had dishes filled with leaves and berries and moss and Jack and Joy served themselves from the plates that the waitresses brought around. It was a precious holiday, one of the many gifts that have come to us from Grandpa and Granny. | - Sheila

25: The first "party" at my house, before there were even chairs inside to sit on, happened on my back porch, two days after I moved in, and the day before Casey left for university. We'd all been talking about getting our many households together pretty much since I moved back to Vancouver, and we realized that if we didn't do it before Casey's departure, it would be next to impossible. So that sunny August afternoon, Joy, Jack, Dede and the girls, Charlie, my parents and I nibbled nibbles, sipped prosecco and tea, and sat on my new deck chairs, enjoying my very very new home. I couldn't think of a better way to warm a house. Much love, Jessie | The First Party

26: L A U G H | Dearest Jack - how I love the "twinkle" you get in your eye when there is fun underway. Your wonderful laugh and big smile are a joy to all around you. There are so many memories I have when I witnessed this and one of those moments would certainly be when we played Cranium at our house one Christmas when you were in Toronto. Playing a board game was out of the ordinary for you but as the game got going, so did the laughter. Thank you for this ... love, Michelle

27: is a little world created by love.

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