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Terrence "Terry" Charlton
May 25, 1948 - April 3, 2014
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<div itemprop="description">Terrance (Terry) Royce Charlton, 65 was born in Brandon Manitoba, son of the late Myrtle (Walker) and Raymond Charlton. Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, carpenter, handyman, gardener, outdoorsman, cook, armchair philosopher and corvid whisperer - he died peacefully on April 3, 2014 at home, surrounded by his loving family. <br />Terry quite literally lived for his deep devotion to his family and he loved nothing more than to show his affection through the food he seemed to be endlessly preparing. He shamelessly hooked them all with his unique take on Gnocchi ( the Irish could only weep to have such magic pulled from a loley tuber) ensuring that there would always be a formidable crowd of eager young Charlton faces beaming back at him on Sundays for his weekly family dinners. <br />Terry was so passionate in his love for his wife, Susan, he allowed himself to be transplanted to Nova Scotia from the wild mountain country of Clearwater B.C (where he is rumoured to have had a pet crow and a horse who drank from the kitchen sink). He prided himself on being a formidable dance partner whenever the occasion would arise - often on their own deck or maybe the lawn of the beloved family &ldquo;camp&rdquo; he helped design and build 30 years ago at the Clancey family homestead in Liscomb, NS. <br />Terry had what could only be described as a love-hate relationship with technology. Happier to hear the natural world around him, when indoors cooking for the brood he would change the TV channel over to the &ldquo;sounds of nature&rdquo; cable feed that plays endless loops of trickling brooks and chirping crickets, birds and frogs - it was his little way of both bending technology to his will and mischievously thumbing his nose at it at the same time. He also had a particular disdain for the internet - and took it quite personally when a certain social media site changed the format of his Scrabble board without his permission - he never forgave them. He was not fond of silly card games in which any card could become &ldquo;wild&rdquo; - he fully expected that games of chance should be coupled with a certain dependable predictability- and such &ldquo;wild&rdquo; behaviour was unseemly in a playing card. <br />Terry was a man who loved to work with both his hands and his heart, to build and create beautiful things for others - each project uniquely crafted with the recipient in mind. Nova Scotia is now dotted with numerous little monuments to his craftsmanship, vision and talent. <br />Terry&rsquo;s fondness for the outdoors was self-evident to all who knew him - whether he was hiking a new trail, swimming in frigid ocean waters ( in April!) or simply spending time in the yard playfully matching wits with his faithful border collie, Pax. If Terry was outdoors you could rest assured he was in his element, communing with nature (and most likely humming a favourite Led Zeppelin tune). <br />The only times it could be said that he was happier than being outdoors would be the time spent with Susan, their children and his granddaughter, Molly. With his gentle loving nature he cherished every possible moment he could be with any of his kids - whether teasing, teaching, encouraging, challenging or comforting - he was most himself around his immediate family. Here is where he found his true bliss. <br />To his family and those who knew him well - Terry was a patient and thoughtful teacher; no idea was either too grand or too small to warrant careful consideration. A philosopher at heart, he loved to ponder the wonders of the vast universe and then, inversely, tend to each and every tiny tendril waking up in his garden. Terry didn&rsquo;t pretend to have all the answers - but he sure had fun looking for them. He was no stranger to catharsis either - both he and his entire family were immensely proud of his enormous achievement of accomplishing 36 years of sobriety - his will was ironclad. <br />Terry is survived by his wife Susan (nee Clancey); sister Wendy (Stu), B.C.; sister Kimmi, Manitoba; son Troy, B.C; son Chad, B.C; daughter Nitara, Arizona; son Jeremy, Edmonton; daughter Samantha (Jeffery), Lower Sackville; daughter Candice, Halifax; daughter Mary, Dartmouth; son Michael, Lower Sackville; and his granddaughter Molly. He is predeceased by his son Justin and grandson George. <br />Arrangements are under the care of Atlantic Funeral Home, Sackville Drive, where visitation will be held Monday, April 7th from 2-4pm and 7-9pm. A funeral service will be held at St. John Vianney on Tuesday, April 8 at 11 am. Donations may be made to craigscause.ca <br />The family would ask that, in honour of Terry, you turn off your electronic devices for a moment and listen for the sound of real songbirds; try playing &ldquo;that&quot; game with another real human - face to face. Oh, and the next time you see a crow &hellip; give him a wink and leave him a crumb - he&rsquo;s family. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />&emsp; <br />. <br /> <br /> <br /></div>