Thursday, September 11, 2025
A Tribute to Abe
What a great loss for all who knew Abraham Blake. He was a class act and his own man, when Kay allowed him. Abe will be missed greatly by his family, friends, Pineridge campers and anyone who knew him. He lived a great life to the end and loved his wife, Kay, dearly, as well as his daughter, Michelle, her husband Micheal & his two grandsons, Nathan & Matthew, the joy of his life. He was so proud of all his family.
Abe would always help anyone who needed it and in return appreciated the help he received from others. Abe, did things his way, he was no finished carpenter or mechanic, but, he always tried his best and usually got the job done.
In our Pineridge neighbourhood, everyone knew the Friday night fire was at Kay & Abe’s. If your glass was empty it wasn’t Abe’s fault. It didn’t matter what the temperature was that night, he proudly throw the junks of wood on. The bigger the fire the bigger the glow in Abe’s eye. He endlessly stoked his fire sent the flankers skyward and at us if we complained. His stereo was an antique but so was his music. We might of complained about his choice, but, we didn’t care we were among friends and we were at Abe’s place. Abe missed one of his callings because he had a voice as smooth as velvet and sang Charlie Pride songs as well as the master himself.
Personally, I was thinking of changing my name to Walter Sheerr, because I don’t know how many times a day Abe would ask me for a weather update.
He enjoyed his 3 pm tea with Greg, myself and anyone else who wanted to join us up in the fire pit. It wasn’t actually tea as we know it, because Abe was one of Carnation’s best customers. He would always proudly bring along one of Kay’s delicious but fattening desserts. These tea parties started to get Abe in trouble because he became a bit more rebellious towards Kay who told him to be careful or he wouldn’t be able to play with that Fleming fellow anymore. Abe enjoyed a game of cards and got great pleasure when we men beat our spouses. They weren’t much competition anyway.
Abe didn’t like the taste of food and would smother everything in Heinz and only Heinz ketchup. If their basement stock dropped below a dozen bottles, he would be in panic. You should have seen him the day I jokingly told him that a major frost in Florida had killed most of that years tomato crop.
Abe wasn’t often a loser, but, like most of us, every year he would watch the blue and white of his favourite, Toronto Maple Leafs, lose out in Game 7 to the hated Boston Bruins and Brad Marchand.
Abe took great pride in his appearance, he was a handsome man and always well dressed and not a hair out of place. He may have been small in stature but walked proudly with a large brave heart. He was a devoted Catholic and accepted his recent diagnosis better than most of us and appreciated the extra time Our Lord gave him to spend with his devoted family and friends.
As I said earlier, Abe, will be missed by many.
Rest in peace, Abraham Blake.