Peachie Hill

Peachie Hill

Friday, September 22nd, 1933 Saturday, January 4th, 2020

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Obituary for Peachie Vera Hill (McCormack)

Hill, Peachie Vera (nee McCormack)
Peachie Hill, aka "The Peach" born September 22nd, 1933 Hybla, Ontario, completed her life journey January 4, 2020 in Orangeville, Ontario. Peachie spent 63 years loved and adored by her husband, friend and lifelong companion Marve Hill of the hills of Mono. Peachie is survived by her sister Rilla Skinner(Don Skinner) Carp, Ontario; children Michael Hill (Janice Gooding) Mono, Ontario; Judie Hill (Adam Kurn) London, Ontario; Kathi Hill (Philip Hobbs) North Bay, Ontario and Scott Hill (Julie Hill) Owen Sound, Ontario. Peachie has 7 grandchildren that adore and love her; Mikayla, Rachel, Megan, Keegan, Trevor, Reid and Peyton. Peachie is predeceased by her daughter Suzanne Hill and son Kevin Hill; parents William McCormack and Sarah Talitha Beecham; siblings Walter, Charlotte, Ronald, Jessie, Winnie and Iner.
Peachie spent her early career as a teacher. She found her life passion in the art of woven wallhangings and channeled all of her skill and creativity to produce beautiful pieces of work sold locally and internationally. Peachie's love of her craft actively spanned over 40 years.

A private service will be held to reflect on The Peach's life.

A tree will be planted in memory of Peachie in the Dods & McNair Memorial Forest at the Island Lake Conservation Area, Orangeville. The annual dedication service will be held on Sunday, September 13, 2020 at 2:30 p.m. Condolences may be offered to the family at

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Lin Ward

My husband, Al Pace, knew Peachie since he was in high school. I had heard about Peachie and Marve from him but never had the opportunity to meet her until we moved up to the Hockley Valley from Caledon in 1985 ending up living right around the corner from their country home. We had no idea we were in their neighbourhood until one day when we went into the local grocery store in Mono Centre. The Mono store was owned by Carol and Michael Hall who not so many years later turned the store into the Mono Cliffs Inn. That day, as soon as we walked into the store, Al walked up to a small, but mighty woman, giving her a huge bear hug. This was Peachie ... from the moment I met her, I realized how remarkable she was. Always kind, funny, caring with a graciousness of spirit that encompassed not only her family but everyone who crossed her path. The only thing she loved more than telling a story was listening to other's stories. Our lives meshed together with shared art shows, dinners, visits and even a time period where we lived at the Hill house. We found ourselves in need of a home just before we bought our Farmhouse Pottery property on the Hockley Road nestled along the Nottawasaga River. Time spent in their house was full of sunshine, music, frisbee golf and laughter. Most delightful was to watch Peachie and Marve together. In this day and age, most relationships struggle with many good times, some bad times and occasional ... really off the track times. It is a rare marriage that has the caring, respect, consideration and love that was evident in their dance together. It was an inspiration to watch the two of them together. Truly remarkable. I will never forget Peachie's smile, her encouragement, her love of life. I sit here with a heavy heart thinking back to one of the finest women I have known in my life. All the best to the Hill family. Lin Ward
Comment | Posted at 05:08pm via Condolence

Ron & Vera Davison

Peachie did well, both for quality and quantity of life, and it was wonderful to have known her and to have witnessed her creativity and enthusiasm.
She was a loving and steady presence for so may who were fortunate to call her a friend.
Losing friends like Peachie always and inevitably leave a hole in our life, but lots of good memories help to soothe the loss.
We always enjoyed our annual visits with Peachie and Marve, at their beautiful country estate, when travelling to or from our cottage.
Marve and family, you have our deepest condolences.
Ron & Vera Davison
Comment | Posted at 09:17pm via Condolence


So sorry to learn of Peachie's passing. We met Peachie briefly once many years ago and loved her work. We have discovered since then that we are connected to her family through the Hill / Stewart connection. Would love to make contact with the family.
Love & prayers,
Donna Langford
Comment | Posted at 05:54pm via Condolence

Scott Hill

Normally family doesn't leave a "tribute" when your parent passes. Folks generally say "I had the best mom or dad". That statement is true for every child that says it. This is why my mom Peachie is the best to me...I can remember my mom throughout my entire life adoring me. With six children she always made me feel special as she did with all of her kids. My mom would come down to our basement 2 minutes after I came home for lunch with a platter of food for me with a vase with a flower and say here you are my royal Highness. That may seem like I was spoiled but that was my mom's way of saying I love your guts!! She protected me, cherished me, educated me and always had a gleam in her eyes when she saw me from as far back as I can remember until the last time I saw her. I could never do wrong in her eyes even though I did. Her love for me was so strong. She kept precious items of mine from my first report cards to her hospital bracelet when I was born in her drawer 51 years later. Whenever my own family was in need my Dad would call and say "The Peach and I were talking and she is adamant that she wants to give you kids some money!"
My mom - Peachie was a rare gem. You did an amazing task raising all of us mom!!!! Sometimes you can't put into words how amazing you were. I will always be in debt to your love. I miss you so much you are a beautiful woman.
Comment | Posted at 03:52am via Condolence

Allan Pace

Peachie Hill
I first met Peachie as a young potter - I was just 18 years of age starting a fledgling career as a studio artist. Peachie was already an established fiber artist - a weaver - and she gave me instant hope and inspiration that if you hurl yourself headlong into your chosen creative discipline, you can bring beauty and calm into this crazy world. Peachie was a partner in crime - we exhibited at many craft shows together - outdoor gigs in parking lots, church basements, school gymnasiums - you get the idea. This evolved into studio tours, private exhibitions in London, Ontario (my home town) and constant sharing of clients who requested custom commissions and installations for their private homes.
I remember Peachie and Marv's annual pilgrimage to Georgian Bay and Killarney area to find weathered driftwood - this was always the starting point and foundation for Peachie's wall-hangings. She would often request a bag of clay so that she could pound out discs and shove log-ends into the clay to make sculptural components to introduce into her textured hangings. Peachie would try anything once - add a shell here, broken shard of pottery there, any touch to infuse originality into her designs. And she was a tireless artisan - just wake-up and start weaving! In 1986, Lin and I spent a period of time living with Peachie and Marv at their log home in the Hockley Valley. There were always rituals around tea-drinking, meal-time, selecting appropriate music (Marv) and of course wine and food! Peachie taught me how to make butter tarts - with the finest crust and richest filling imaginable. This stood me in good stead when on occasion, I would make a batch of Peachie's butter tarts on canoe expeditions while paddling northern rivers in Canada's arctic. That is the thing about Peachie - you always took a piece of her with you after every visit. She gave so fully of herself. Except on the bocce pitch - The Peach was a fierce competitor and a lousy loser! We played bocci almost every day before dinner - and of course the pitch was about 2 acres of closely mowed lawn which Marv kept in meticulous playing condition. But then the games would break tradition and we would find ourselves rolling balls into the woodpile or down the driveway just to keep each other guessing and looking for a distinct advantage. Peachie was a trickster at bocce, rebounding balls of rail fences or a boulder just to increase her chance at victory!
Peachie was a big fan of my pottery - a goblet lip that felt just right, or a tea-mug that had a good heft. A tea-pot that poured well! (I am still working on that after 43 years!). Peachie and Marv's kids were always coming and going - in random fashion. I never noticed a set plan - everyone was always welcome, as long as you waved good-bye once you were headed down the driveway. Peachie and Marv always standing on the deck waving with conviction - the Queen's little regal wave would not cut it - you needed to put your shoulder into it! The summer that Lin and I lived with Peachie and Marv, we were extremely grateful but concerned that we were not paying actual rent - so Peachie made up a list of daily chores - this worked perfectly throughout the summer and everything was going great until the day Peachie booted the bathroom door open and caught me sitting naked on the toilet! Her exact words were, "JESUS CHRIST!" and she slammed the door shut! We could not look each other in the eye for weeks - all you could do was laugh out loud! Whenever I am in the studio spinning my pots, I often think of Peachie and other artists who influenced my career in positive ways. Peachie inspired me to be innovative, to be curious and to work until you drop. When we talked about the creative process we used words like texture and balance and motion and fluidity and rhythm and contrast and design. We were always assessing and reassessing and building on past failures and successes. I am grateful for her mentoring and encouragement to keep making sturdy pots that bring beauty and purpose into the world. Marv has asked me to create a special urn for "The Peach". What an honour to be asked to create a vessel to serve as Peachie's last resting place. Thank you for the incredible journey Peachie. Love, Al Pace
Comment | Posted at 01:31pm via Condolence

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