A. Lloyd Thompson
(Marg's Dad)


Allan Lloyd Thompson (Lloyd) B. March 4, 1920, at Kinnear's Mills, QC  D. March 22, 2008 at Richmond, QC.  Retired McGill University Professor of Mechanical Engineering. Graduated with a B.Sc. from Bishop's University, Lennoxville and a PhD in Chemistry from McGill.  Married Sept. 1943 to E. Catherine Reikie.  Lived in Montreal West for 56 years. Worked in Toronto, Chalk River at AECL, and Montreal at McGill University at the Cyclotron, The Gas Dynamics Lab at MacDonald College, Mechanical Engineering as an assistant professor, and at research in Automotive Safety there.  He enjoyed his travels to Europe, Australia, and Barbados.  He was a member of Sigma Psi and superintendent of the Sunday School at Montreal West United Church where he attended regularly until moving with his wife to The Wales Home in Richmond, QC in 2001.  He faithfully looked after Catherine at their home in Montreal West when she became ill in September of 1991 until 2001.  Survived by his children Margaret (Tom) Loghrin, Thunder Bay and David, Montreal; his sister, Joy Nugent Kinnear's Mills, QC; his brother-in-law, Bryce Reikie (Edmonton, AB); and his nieces and nephews, John Reikie, Toronto; Donald (Marlene) Nugent, Montreal; Judy (Alfred) Melanson, Bathurst, NB; Dale (Hélène) Nugent, Kinnear's Mills, QC, and Ian (Diane) Reikie, Flintstone, MD, U.S.A .  Predeceased by his wife Catherine Reikie Thompson, his dearly beloved son George, his brothers-in law, Murray Nugent, Ker and Thorpe Reikie; his sisters-in law, Dorothy, May, Dolly and Peggy Reikie; and his niece Mary Reikie.  Cremation has taken place.  Memorial service /Celebration of his life will be held at Montreal West United Church, Montreal West, May 15 at 2:00 p.m.  Visitation at 1:00 p.m.  Private interment at Candlish United Church Cemetery, Kinnear's Mills at a later date.  In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to The Wales Home, Richmond, QC.


Allan Lloyd Thompson, Dad or Lloyd was born March 4, 1920 at Tweedside Farm about 5 miles from Kinnear's Mills QC, about 50 miles south of Quebec City in the rolling Appalachians and died March 22, 2008 at the Wales Home in Richmond QC.  He was the 6th generation on the Thompson Farm.  Each morning he did chores before he went to Sunday River School, a one room school close to the farm.  The farm was a mixed one with cattle, horses, pigs, sheep, and chickens.  At one point Dad raised turkeys, but that ended when the fox got them.  Later he went to school in Kinnear's Mills.  He received a BSc from Bishops University in Lennoxville QC, and a PhD in chemistry from McGill.  Andrew Reid,  a relative of my father and a friend of Mom's father , introduced Mom, Eleanor Catherine Thomson Reikie, Catherine, and Dad.  Mom had  moved to Montreal from Edmonton during the war to get a job.  After they married Sept. 25, 1943, they spent about a year in Toronto.  They returned to Montreal where I was born, then lived at 63 Ballantyne Av. N. for 56 years where my brother David still lives.  Over the years, Dad had a varied career.  He worked in Chalk River ON at AECL (Atomic Energy of Canada Limited), and in Montreal at McGill University at the Cyclotron, in Ste.-Anne-de-Bellevue at MacDonald College in The Gas Dynamics Lab, and back in Montreal at McGill as an assistant professor Mechanical Engineering, and at research in Automotive Safety there.  He was a member of Sigma Psi, the McGill Faculty Club and Montreal West United Church where he attended regularly until moving with Mom to The Wales Home in Richmond, QC in 2001.  He was Superintendant of the Sunday School in earlier years at the church, was an elder, and drove seniors to church in later years.  He enjoyed his travels to Europe, Australia, Barbados, the West, and Thunder Bay.  He faithfully looked after Mom at their home in Montreal West when she became ill in September of 1991 until 2001.
        I have so many wonderful memories of childhood connected with Dad who was certainly a man of contrasts. When there were still empty lots across the road on Ballantyne, Dad grew a big garden which we all helped weed.  He continued to grow a garden including the most fantastic tomatoes at 63 Ballantyne when the lots were built on.  I remember the children's Christmas parties at the McGill Faculty Club; I had never seen such a huge hall with so many people and such fancy washrooms. Another thing I remember is that Dad took away some hand cream in a jar shaped like an elephant because he thought it had given me a rash.  It turned out that I had measles.  He had quite a temper if you did something wrong.  One time my brother George and I were dragging branches around the corner of the garage and Dad came hollering after us.  I think he thought we might be damaging the garage siding.  I ran up to my room and locked the door.  On the other side of the door Dad shouted "come out here" I yelled back "do you think I'm crazy?", and of course, that made him even angrier.   Later on neighbours asked "What did you guys do?"   Tom always said that Mom and Dad's home with 4 people was noisier than the home he had been brought up in with 10.   We spent many weekends and time in the summer at the farm.  I was the luckiest person in the world to be brought up in the city and also to have exposure to farm life with gathering sap, making syrup, haying, threshing, and of course all the animals large and small.  Auntie Joy, Dad's sister, and Uncle Murray were like second parents to me, and my cousins Donald, Judy & Dale were like a second family.  This also exposed me to the real world where you knew where food came from and how animals were dealt with. Apparently I was quite shocked to see Grandpa putting manure on the garden.  Once Dad was raking hay with Prince, a horse, who was stung by ground wasps and took off.  Dad hung on to the lines, his glasses flew off and he was dragged until Prince jumped a fence.  When our dog Corky became old and infirm, Dad shot him at the farm.  I wouldn't talk to him for 2 weeks, but I now realize that this is a much more realistic and honest way of handling an animal than passing it off to someone else.  Dad always said he didn't like dogs, but if he didn't know you were watching, he would pet Corky.  Before I was eligible for a driver's license, Dad taught me how to drive on the country roads at the farm.  One of the most valuable lessons he taught me was to say, "Look at the horse over there".  When I turned to look, Dad said sharply, "Don't you ever take your eyes off the road."  To this day, I still hear his voice when I'm tempted to look at something when I'm driving.  Dad took my brother George and me skiing.  He would bring his paper work and work in the ski lodge while we skied.  Dad encouraged me to take physics instead of typing in high school.  When I had a chemistry teacher who said that atoms couldn't be split, I put up my hand and said, "Yes they can and the names of some of the parts are protons, neutrons etc."  I was thrown out of class.  Later on Dad went to the school for a little visit.  Dad loved desserts and sweets.  He brought us home treats from the pastry shop on Westminister Av. 
        When I was attending McGill, I got to really know Dad because we sometimes drove there together.  Dad valued education very highly.  After the first of 3 summers that I worked at the Banff Springs Hotel, I wanted to stay out there to work and be a ski bum.  Dad said, "You get your butt back here and continue university."  I sure thanked Dad for that throughout my career in teaching and when I reached retirement age with a good pension.  Mom always said that Dad didn't like to talk much because he had to keep secrets during the war, but I remember a pleasant luncheon with Dad and Tom at Hélène-de-Champlain Restaurant on Ile-Ste-Hélène, when he told us lots of stories.  Dad was that proverbial absent minded professor with crazy ideas.  One year we had a shortage of water at our hobby farm in Thunder Bay.  He suggested that we take the roof off the barn and collect snow all winter.  I'm not sure what we were supposed to do with the hay. 
        Even with Dad's loss of memory, he remained gracious.  One funny story that centers on his memory loss is that one time when Tom and I were visiting Dad, we both left Dad's room to see Mom; then Tom went back to Dad's room before I did.  When Tom got there, Dad said, "Oh Howard, I didn't expect to see you here."  Tom thought he would give Dad a hint and said, "I'm not Howard.  I live in Thunder Bay."  At which point Dad said, "Oh, I have a daughter who lives in Thunder Bay."  Tom said, "Yes, and I'm her husband."  Fortunately, instead of dwelling on the sadness of his memory loss, we were able to have a chuckle at this incident.  When I read Mom's eulogy to Dad last year and mentioned that she wasn't permitted to take organic chemistry because she was a woman, he said, "What?  That's not possible." 
        As you see, I have many things to thank Dad for.  Thank you for being here to remember Dad with me

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