In Memory of
Barbara
Evans

Obituary for Barbara Evans

Barbara Claire Evans was born in Saint John on January 11, 1939; she was the daughter of the late Earle and Mary (Philbrick) Evans and the wife of the late Gordon Evans.

Claire began her thirty–five yearlong teaching career at Ketepec Elementary School back in 1960. She was a well–loved and respected educator (affectionately referred to as “Mrs.T” by her students). Claire was also a talented pianist. She shared her love of music with her students, both conducting and accompanying numerous school choirs in local Music Festivals, as well as the annual Christmas Empty Stocking Fund concerts. She brought much joy to her family with her piano playing. Some of her daughter’s most cherished memories were the family singsongs around the living room piano.

In 1997, Claire met and married the love of her life, Gordon Evans, a farmer from Sussex, NB. She then moved to Gordon’s farm on McGregor Brook Road, enjoying the peace and serenity of country living. Whether enjoying an afternoon sail together or taking a Winnebago road trip to Ontario to visit the grandkids, Claire and Gordon shared a remarkable bond for fourteen years.

Claire had a great group of friends in Sussex. She was involved with the Norton TOPS group and an active member of the Sussex Kiwanis. She attended Trinity Anglican Church. Claire was known among her friends as quiet, kind–hearted, always smiling, always ready to lend a hand.

Mrs. Claire Evans of Sussex passed away at the Sussex Health Centre on November 14, 2020 at the age of 81. She will be dearly missed by her family and friends.

Claire will live on in the hearts of her daughter, Mary–Beth LeBlanc; her grandchildren: Mitchell, Jacqueline and Lindsey and by her great granddaughter, Kayleigh.

Arrangements have been entrusted to the professional care of Wallace Funeral Home, 34 Sunnyside Drive, Sussex (506) 433–1176. Due to Covid–19 the Celebration of Claire’s life will be held at a later date.

Dear Mom,
Until I see you again, on the Shenandoah, play a little more for me, just a little more.
Love, Mary–Beth