Movreen Linea Ann Tranmer

The sun has set again on a beautiful soul, but we believe as he calls us home, one by one, the chain will link and we will be together again.

 On a spring day April 12, 1942, a beautiful baby girl Movreen Linea Ann was born and on April 13, 2023, one day after her 81st birthday, she passed away with loving family by her side.

Born in Ft William to John and Elsie Johnson, her childhood was spent in Westfort living in the family home that her parents built and lasting memories were made. She was always proud to boast she was a Westfort girl. 

 A very talented woman, she started a little business making her beautiful arts, crafts and sewing in Ignace.  She was a collector of many things, especially antiques. She loved anything 50s & 60s, Rock and Roll music, and her puppies.  She loved to travel with her daughter and together they saw many different shores. But most of all she loved her family. 

Movreen was a very strong and determined woman who faced many hard challenges in life.  She now has no more pain, no more sorrow. 

Lovingly remembered by daughter Movreen Collins (Tom) and grandchildren, Riley & Brooke Collins, daughter in law Mia Tranmer and grandchildren Zachary (Lindsey), Camilla Rose, Elsie and Phillip Tranmer Jr. sister Linda Saplywy (Bryan) niece Deanna Hicklin and nephew Brad Saplywy and their families. 

Predeceased by parents John & Elsie Johnson and sons Phillip and Terry Tranmer. 

Cremation has taken place and a memorial service will be held at a later date in Thunder Bay.

A Poem for Grandma

Every Christmas there is a box

Of TV cable treasures

Every birthday there is a song

Your voice across telephone wire

You turned us into collectors of

Elvis records, vintage shirts, royal plates

How precious the ordinary becomes in your memory

I got all my weird from you

My ringed fingers and love for the Beatles

New York Specials and Westfort butter tarts

In my favourite collection

I flip back to summer in Thunder Bay

Where you pick me up at the airport 

And I spend a week snoozing under a Sleeping Giant

That blue landscape stayed with me for years

Mom tells me your hands held the brush

You weren’t just the collector

You were the artist

The world becomes something 

Gorgeous under your watchful eye

Tears slipping at the words of Leonard Cohen 

The cracks of light on the harbour 

Last spring you tell me my side profile is regal

Aristocratic, like the side of the coins you saved for me

That’s the kind of love you give 

That’s the kind of love you leave