Obituary of Olive Staples

Olive Marjorie Staples, - Age 91, of Annapolis Royal, passed away April 25th at the Annapolis Royal Nursing Home. Born in Annapolis Royal on August 7, 1922, she was the daughter of the late Fritz Birkett Balcom and the late Eva Marguerite (Warren) Balcom. She was predeceased by her brother, Warren Balcom. Olive was an RN who graduated from the Saint John General Hospital, and who spent most of her career as an operating room nurse. Her final career years were spent setting up and taking charge of the Central Sterilization Department at the Dartmouth General. Her passions included her home, the beauty of the Annapolis Valley, gardening, exhibiting flower specimens, knitting and other needlework, family heirlooms, drawing and painting, and writing poetry. She loved cats, music and dancing. She belonged to many organizations, usually contributing her leadership skills as an executive member, and was always fully engaged in the causes she supported. She is survived by her daughter, Margo (Henry) Bent, son, Allan Staples (Brenda Dempsey), granddaughters, Kim Bent (Neill McKay), Jennifer Bent Richard (John Richard) and Jill Staples McNally (Bob McNally), as well as two great granddaughters, Ali Bent-Richard and Olivia McNally. As per Olive's wishes, there will be no funeral or memorial service. A graveside service will be held at a later date. Cremation has occurred under the care and direction of Kaulbach Family Funeral Home and Cremation Service, Annapolis Royal. In Memoriam donations may be made to The Champlain Garden Club, Annapolis Royal, The Goat Island United Baptist Church, Clementsport, NS, or a charity of your choice. On line condolences may be made at www.kaulbachfamilyfuneralhome.com Late Spring - Olive M Staples 1982 My but the valley was pretty today, with golden forsythias along the way. Out done were they in colour and hue only by daffodils,(and dandelions too). My but the Valley was pretty today, with wild cherry blossoms along the way. And the tints and shades of nature's spring- they looked like bride's bouquets, or some such thing. My but the Valley was pretty today, as I drove along through blossoming May. The pink apple blossoms can't seem to wait to burst into bloom - and fill the air with sweet perfume. My but the valley was pretty today, the blues of the mountain, river and sky made a background that really caught one's eye. The tender new leaves in their many hues looked lacy and delicate, and all so new. My but the Valley was pretty today, there's no place like home, or so they say. The tulips that met me at my back door seemed to bloom today as never before. My but the Valley was pretty today. Is it Spring or Love that made it that way?