Death of Church Member – Pearl Horton

HORTON, Pearl (nee Webb) – Quietly, on the eve of her 92nd birthday and with her eldest daughter by her side, Pearl passed away at the Welland Hospital Site of the Niagara Health System on September 7, 2013. Pearl was born and raised in Welland, moving to Cooks Mills as a young girl. In 1948 she married Ray Horton and together they raised their family, Anne, Mary Beth and Scott on a parcel of property gifted to the newlyweds by her parents.Pearl was employed at Electra Metals and Atlas Steels and retired in 1986. She is pre-deceased by her parents, Albert and Martha Webb, and her son, Scott. A deep appreciation of nature guided Pearl in her passion for gardening. She instilled this in her children as well as a love of literature and music. Through work with her church she participated in many events which assisted the less fortunate and she was a cherished member of St. Matthew’s Lutheran Church. Pearl discovered her talent for painting later in life and loved presenting her family with beautiful works of art prior to moving to Portal Village (Port Colborne) in 2005 and Woodlands of Sunset (Welland) in 2012. She enjoyed spending time and talking with her grandchildren, Meghan and Kristin McPhee and Brent, Brooke and Lee Cote. A special thank you to the wonderful people at Portal Village and Woodlands of Sunset for making her comfortable in her final years. Her family is deeply appreciative. Friends and family are invited to attend a reception at St. Matthew’s Lutheran Church, 57 Griffith Street, Welland at 1:00 p.m. Sunday, September 29, followed by a memorial service at 2:00 p.m. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to St. Matthew’s Lutheran Church, the Heart and Stroke Foundation, the Parkinson Society or the Canadian National Institute of the Blind. Arrangements entrusted to J.J. Patterson & Sons Funeral Residence 19 Young Street, Welland On line with memories and condolences at www.jjpatterson.ca As a memorial tribute, a tree will be planted in Memory Woods. A tree grows – memories live.