Annie Muir Gordon (McKerrow) Annie was born May 13th, 1924, died December 23rd, 2019. A woman much loved and respected by everyone who knew her. She had a quiet wit that could sneak up on you and take you by surprise. She was patient with both young and old. She was well read and intelligent but subtle in her opinions. She could be sneaky, sometimes leaving out a minor ingredient of a recipe when she passed it on to one of her daughters in law. She had wonderful stories to tell. They started in Scotland, where she was born, and where her Father was a farm worker. During World War II, while stationed in England with the Royal Air Force, she met a young Canadian, Walter Dallas Gordon. All the young soldiers would approach her and her friends and ask them for dates. It seems that the girls would agree and set a place and time to meet and then completely ignore any plans that were made. Dallas would make sure that he ran into Annie every day until eventually he wore her down and she finally kept a date. The rest is history. She would tell how she married her Canadian Airman and travelled, alone, by ocean liner from England through Canada to the United States to start her married life. How her first child, Graeme (Robyn), was born while she lived in a 15 foot trailer on the campus of the University of British Columbia where her husband was studying law. Two more children followed, Craig (Ann) and Jeanette. She had a good life, maybe even an exciting one at times. She travelled the world, raised a family, and made lots of friends. She was a good person; matriarch to numerous grand and great grand children - a person to be proud of. The family and friends she leaves behind (we all know who we are) will miss her so very much, remembering her always with love. As per her wishes there will be no formal celebration of life. "Ach, dinna fash yerself" were her last thoughts on the subject. Her ashes will be returned to Scotland to join her Mother at Brig o' Doon in Ayrshire. Informally you can celebrate the life of "Grannie Annie" with a wee dram of single malt scotch or, if you'd rather, some Croft's sherry and share a story about her. She will remain alive in our memories with the stories we tell.