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Eileen Anne Curtis (nee Talbot):  born 1931 in Dún Laoghaire Co. Dublin; Passed on Nov. 16th 2019 Vancouver British Columbia.  Wife of John Anthony Curtis (predeceased) and survived by her brother Frank Talbot,  Eileen was mother to  6 children and 12 grandchildren who deeply loved their ”Mise.”

Eileen Curtis was a bon-vivant, chef, and holder of dinner soirees extraordinaire – parties at which all were welcomed and would soon become close confidants to the family — as wide-ranging discussions crisscrossed around an always ladened table.  She firmly held that butter was the staff/stuff of life, and to quote one friend, to eat with her was to find that “life was too short not to eat good cheese.”  Her friends ranged from the farmsteads of the prairies to the streets of Vancouver (where she was known as “Irish”); she was a painter, artisan, textile artist, and a free creative spirit. She could charm the surliest waiters — and pulled in friends from all walks of life.  A raconteur, and amazing reciter of poetry she had memorized in her youth,  Eileen was one of the earliest female bookies in Dublin (taking bets regularly for her favourite Brendan Behan), and was supported in this and all her endeavours by her incredible father “Major” Talbot who doted on her, and about whom she never tired telling stories.

Eileen was always the life of the party, while John was her straight-man and devoted lover – she was the un-centred  centre of attention.  In old age she became a joyful flirt  (but still the deepest lover of John whom she daily cursed the passing of – and to whom no man could ever match).  She was known to have no fear of authority (passed to her by her father), and had as a young girl refused to kneel and kiss a bishop’s ring, to the nuns’ horror,  as she felt “she shouldn’t have to kneel to any man.”  Drivers needed to be wary as she could, later in life, use her cane (never much required beyond being her riding crop to her purposeful stride) to whack cars that had cut her and her fellow pedestrians off at crossings – to cheers from the assembled crowd.  A traveler who at 70 headed to solo back-pack  in Australia to find the land she had originally dreamed to immigrate to after losing a coin toss to John for Canada — only to belatedly discover that Canada was where she was, indeed, happiest.

From a life migrating across the prairies with John rescuing failing cooperatives to fur trading in the Arctic, they worked together to raise a family whose love for each other became the hallmark of Eileen’s and John’s love for all of them and their friends (friends who found the Curtis’s a safe haven at any time day or night — with no sense of obligation or moral judgement ever passed).  With a family raised largely in Calgary (where her charming personal encounters with celebrities like John Cleese and Harry Belafonte became the stuff of family lore), Eileen’s later life after John passed was based in Vancouver — where she was a fixture in coffee shops like Delaneys, wine nights at the Sylvia, and could be found holding court in long conversations with strangers she would charm on the streets and whom became enamoured of the Irish lilt and stories (though she refused to ever recognize she told “stories” but rather recounted life’s tales).  Eileen saw each of her children as her favourite, and, as we all knew we were, there was never any hierarchy or having to battle for attention (till the grandchildren came along).  She learned her finances by “robbing Peter to pay Paul, “ and was always in debt but never in penury — and she stood as a fierce critic of all hum-buggery, prudishness, Popes, and advocated on TV for open access to marijuana having only once smoked it — to no effect.  If there was one saying that encompassed  Eileen’s life it was her favourite recitation from Longfellow: “Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal….”  Deeply missed, but with all happy she passed quickly still roaming and enjoying freedom and coffee and conversation, her’s was truly a life lived.

Deepest thanks to the very kind folks at Chalmers Lodge for all of their care over the last few years of Eileen’s  life – and thanks to the two unknown doctors and the paramedics who aided her in her last moments.

Celebration of Life to be announced later.

In lieu of flowers raise a glass to her…..

Please click on the link “Raise a Glass to Eileen” to view a video of Eileen’s poetry recitation.


  • Faye Skawski
    Posted November 22, 2019 at 8:54 pm

    I had the privilege of spending a great deal of time with Eileen in her later years in Vancouver. I use to enjoy watching her interact with strangers of all ages. The smiles she would put on everyone’s faces were priceless. The stories she told were amazing and told with such detail, she kept you wanting more. She was truly someone who lived life, who shared her heart and who’s energy was felt by everyone. I know she’ll be around for a long time, because she will be in a special place in my heart alway! Love you Eileen!

  • Eleanor Talbot
    Posted November 23, 2019 at 5:00 am

    I’d say rest in peace, Eileen, but who am I kidding? Eileen’s spirit is so full of love, joy and wonder – not to mention curiosity, that I know she’ll be cooking for all the angels, repainting her cloud and decoupaging the pearly gates… and sneaking “downstairs” for the craic!

  • Mary Louise Bonnell
    Posted November 24, 2019 at 7:50 pm

    My dear Gerard and the rest of your family my sincere condolences on the passing of your mom.

  • Sue Snow
    Posted November 25, 2019 at 2:30 am

    I so loved Eileen, I called her my “mini mom”. My mom who passed away was 5’11” and was my guide, mentor and friend…….I was so fortunate that I could look to Eileen for continued guidance and support. She was so positive, funny and incredibly smart. I loved every minute of the time that I spent with her. I will miss her so much, she had an incredible life , a loving family and so many friends…….I am so fortunate that such a wonderful woman came in to my life. My deepest sympathy.

  • Kris Renger (Schunicht)
    Posted November 26, 2019 at 2:16 am

    On behalf of the Schunicht family, I want to pass on sincere condolences from our family to the entire Curtis family on the loss of Eileen. We have such fond memories of Eileen (and of John too, of course) and were very sad to hear of her passing. Her happy spirit and the laughter we shared will not be forgotten and will be missed.

  • Candy Willy
    Posted January 18, 2020 at 9:16 pm

    Thank you so much Anna for contacting me after your mom passed. Her obituary is a wonderful tribute to the truly amazing woman she was. I know she will be missed by everyone whose life she touched.
    I treasure all the wonderful adventures we had over the years. Some how we always both felt more energized after our visits. She was an inspiration and had a very profound positive impact on me.

    My condolences to all of her family.
    She always jokingly said we would always be friends because I knew to much. Love you and miss you Eileen. I know we will meet again.
    Candy Willy

  • Doug Stewart
    Posted July 7, 2020 at 2:36 am

    Eileen was a GEM always ready for a good discussion over a glass of wine at the Sylvia
    Slainte to her and the family.

  • Lila Ramdin
    Posted July 30, 2020 at 3:01 am

    Gerard…we are so very sad to hear of your Mom’s passing.To you and the entire Curtis family, our deepest condolences.
    Eileen was truly an amazing person and a dear friend. She was warm and generous and always ready to tell a good story that would make me smile and lift my spirits. We spent many years in the workplace and each day was fun and enjoyable.
    Eileen…I will miss you, I will think of you often and we’ll meet again! Love you always!

  • Dan Sackin
    Posted November 29, 2021 at 12:29 am

    Wow, I just found out about Mrs. Curtis’ passing, two years after the fact. I hadn’t seen her for decades, and out of the blue today I wondered how she was doing, so I googled her name, and she’s seen better times I see, but who hasn’t I guess. She and I had both lived in Vancouver, and because I was a friend of one her son’s at UBC – even though he had long moved on – Mrs. Curtis (she insisted that I call her Eileen, sorry Eileen) invited me over for dinner from time to time, always reminding me not to bring anything except myself. Her meals were without exception the best meal I had for months every time. What a lovely lady. RIP Eileen, so nice to have spent some time with you.

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