On May 7, 1947, Carole was born in Montreal, Quebec, where she attended school in Notre-Dame-de-Grace and, in summers, vacationed in Kennebunk, Maine, with her adopted parents, Lorraine Killorin and Ross Crawford. Throughout her life, Carole excelled in virtually every activity she undertook: she was an accomplished academic, artist, athlete, mentor and friend to those who had the privilege of being in her life, whether in Eastern Canada, Alberta, or Scottsdale, Arizona.
One could speculate that Carole was born to compete with the likes of Hermes, or more appropriately, Nike, given the grace and speed at which she flew through life. An intrepid runner, she completed numerous half marathons, several triathlons, and consistently won in her age group. In the 1990s she completed in the Boston Marathon, cheered on by her husband John. Throughout her stellar professional career, she touched the lives of numerous colleagues at the Banff Centre, Telus, and ultimately, the University of Alberta, where she served as Vice-Provost and Registrar until her retirement in 2008.
Carole’s untimely passing leaves a legacy of unwavering love for her cherished husband of 25 years, John Byrne (Edmonton) and daughter, Trish O’Flaherty, of Ontario. Countless friends, neighbours, colleagues, fellow golfers, artists, and runners from Alberta and Scottsdale will miss her genuine warmth, humour, integrity, creativity, beauty, and indefatigable spirit.
John and Trish acknowledge with profound gratitude close friends and neighbours John Deacon, Anne Fry, and Liz Kennedy, whose constant support over the past 7 months will never be forgotten; and also the exemplary actions of the Edmonton Police Department’s Search & Rescue teams.
Given these challenging times, all are invited to celebrate Carole’s meaningful life by visiting www.connelly-mckinley.com to view memoirs of her life and contribute condolences. If you wish to add photos or reminiscences of Carole, please email email@example.com If you so desire, donations in memory of Carole may be made to the Edmonton Humane Society, 13620 163 Street, Edmonton, T5V www.edmontonhumanesociety.com
Joined throughout eternity, and forever in our hearts.
Reminiscences of Our Friend Carole, by the Herd
The three of us first met Carole when she was working at TELUS. It quickly became obvious that we four shared a love of running and of good conversation. Out of that shared love grew a weekly get together of a training run after work followed by a long dinner. This became a highlight of our week and over many years we got to know Carole well.
Carole was a ferocious member of our group which we came to call the Herd. She was a strong and capable runner, with enough competitiveness to easily match and even exceed our collective intensities. She was fun to be with, and always joined in with our conversation and banter. She loved to talk about running, gardening, her horses, her love of wine, and of course her daughter Trish. At times we felt if we could keep her talking, she’d be less difficult to keep up with.
It didn’t work very well. Carole never slowed down. But did we ever learn a lot about her flower garden and what she was planting this spring and how the various plants were doing. Talking about her lovely dog was also a good topic. She loved animals. Her collie was smart, beautiful and loyal. And, in desperation to slow her down, we’d even ask about knitting. She loved talking about knitting and so many other things. Carole was interested in everything.
Those were very good times. For years, from the middle ‘90s to the middle ‘00s, the Herd was out pounding the trails in the river valley once a week. And, the really fun part, when the run was over, we would go to dinner at yet another excellent restaurant in Edmonton. You just can’t have a better time than spending time with good friends by going for a challenging run and then reliving it all over drinks and dinner.
We realize now what a privilege it was to get to know Carole better. She was a private person but her love of life and the enthusiasm and passion she brought to all her projects was immensely engaging. The drive that was obvious in her athletic endeavours also showed in her work at TELUS and then at Stentor. Carole always strived for excellence. Her intelligence was obvious as soon as you met her and as you got to know her in more depth, her wisdom and understanding of people came to the fore. These qualities made her a good coach and mentor at work. She was a delight to be with and a valued friend.
The Herd misses you Carole,
- Ken Pemberton, Joe Foster and Neil Kirkpatrick
Reminiscences of Carole by Brian Silzer
At an early point in her academic administration career Carole was the Administrative Professional Officer in the Department of English. Before we met, we were mutual friends of University Archivist Jim Parker.
Jim enthusiastically promoted Carole as a «very » capable administrator. She went on to become Registrar at the Banff Centre. In my early days as UofA Registrar, I was recruiting a new Associate Registrar and Director of Admissions. Carole applied and I had not forgotten Jim Parker’s valued recommendation. Carole was the successful candidate and so began a long working partnership and friendship. Carole was innovative, very capable and energetic in the pursuit of her duties. She was always thoughtful and supportive, though not shy about sharing her perspective on the issues we encountered together.
When I decided to move on to an opportunity at UBC in 2002, I was happy to recommend Carole as my replacement. She had a distinguished career as Associate Vice President and Registrar. Over the following years we maintained our friendship and Cecile and I visited John and Carole at both their Scottsdale, AZ and Lake Wabamun residences. Carole was a relentless knitter and I treasure the two toques that she knit for me, one in Green and Gold to affirm our University of Alberta affiliation.
BRIAN SILZER, former Registrar,
University of Alberta
Reminiscences of Carole by Harriet Lawrence
I moved from Massachusetts to Arizona in 2008 and immediately looked for a local knitting guild. I found one close by and that is how I met Carole. She lived nearby and we took turns driving to various meetings and events. We were roommates at several knitting retreats and one year drove to Northern California (in John’s car) to attend a knitting convention. Carole happily did all the driving.
This beautiful knitted quilt was done for the Arizona Centennial in 2012. It was designed by a guild member and a group of us knitted the squares that told Arizona’s story. Carole, of course, was one of the knitters. Several of us accompanied the quilt to the Centennial celebration at the State house and Carole and I posed for this picture. The quilt is now at the Arizona Heritage Center, a branch of the Arizona Historical Society.
Needless to say, I dreaded when she left for her 6 months at home in Canada and I miss her so very much now. My heart goes out to John and to Carole’s daughter Trish”.
I dont’ know if you remember me, but I have been immobilized since getting this link from my colleague Corinne Cahiloo. I just made a donation. I have been unable to do anything else right now except remember all the times I spent with Carol before she met John and all the Lake folks and moved 6 months a year to AZ. That is when our paths diverged. And I had met Ivan.
But I focus on the early years when Carol and I shared ‘ ‘girl” things. We went to the Opera together after relationship break ups. I think I am the first person she told about her adoption and we met together in PEI with her birth family. We embarked, there, in PEI, on finding a particular person whose picture we saw in a historical site — and we found his wife and childrens’ cemeteries and we took rocks from their graves in PEI to place at their husband/Dad’s grave in Vancouver. Sounds odd, eh? But we were bent on getting these two families together through found objects at their graves. I finally found the dad’s grave in Vancouver many years later and deposited the dirt and rocks from his wife’s/children’s PEI graves on his, in BC.
Carol and I had a strong bond. I first learned about her from my first husband, who was in the English dept. The current Chair, Roland McMaster, a taskmaster, gave Carol time off to pursue her MBA.
And so I was in awe of her when I first met her. Wow, time off.
Then, suddenly, one day, she phoned me. She was in hospital after a bad fall from her horse. She said she didn’t know who else to phone. So she phoned ME! We had hardly met. I brought her pjs and this made us fast friends. We went on from there. We shared Christmas gifts and recipes. One day we decided to get up really really early and drive around Alberta. This we did — no map — we just drove around and turned wherever. At dinner time we ended up at a small beach town, consumed sustenance and headed home. That was the way it was with Carol and me before John (for Carol) and Ivan (for me).
I will never forget that last time Carol and I had lunch.