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Ferne Margaret Cristall
August 10th, 1954 - April 29th, 2025
August 10th, 1954 - April 29th, 2025
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham if I thought I could see, I could see your face. – Bill Danoff and Emmylou Harris
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Cristall, Ferne
Beset, bereft, besieged by emotions . . .
Our very own Ferne Margaret Cristall died early Tuesday morning, April 29, 2025, with her immediate family standing by, all of us trying so hard to fill her to the brim with the same adoring, fierce love that she had poured out for us and so many others for so long.
Ferne leaves her life and love partner of 43 years, Robert Clarke, her daughter Gabrielle Clarke (Peter Barbour), and her son, Jonah Cristall-Clarke (Alexander Gates).
She also leaves her brothers, Jeff Cristall (Pat), Neil Cristall (Brenda), niece Katrina and nephews Jordan and Michael – and a huge, unmanageable array of beloved cousins and their offspring and partners.
Importantly, as a rule Ferne’s vast family also included her friends and former students, too numerous to mention. We especially want to note two close friends, Stephanie Benn and Krista English, who were there every step of the way during Ferne’s 10 months of illness.
Ferne was a political activist, feminist, volunteer for good causes, and above all a believer in a broad definition of family and community. Family and friends were always at the centre of Ferne’s life. She welcomed visitors to her home with open arms, a trait picked up from her parents, and offered up great quantities of good food. “She makes food fly from the oven,” Rob once wrote. She enjoyed long daily walks with friends and their dogs in parks. She enjoyed travelling the world – British Columbia and its mountains (and especially paddleboarding on the Columbia River near Golden), Barcelona, Greece, Southeast Asia, Argentina, Mexico, Costa Rica – and most especially when she could take her family along. She enjoyed going as much as possible to her family’s cottage at Clear Lake in Riding Mountain National Park, Manitoba.
In the course of conversation she would give her everything. She was always, foremost, helping others near and far to draw links and solve problems. And she would call on others to help solve her own problems, too. She liked fun and laughter and rootsy music. Her zest for life and its relationships – human, animal, bird, and nature in general – were what made her tick. She made it clear, over and over again, that she did not want to leave this world and people that she loved so much.
Ferne was born in Brandon, MB, on Aug. 10, 1954. Her parents were Ellie (Elinore) Cristall (nee Simkin) and Boom (Arthur) Cristall. Ellie was a mathematics professor at Brandon University, and Boom (with his brother Dood) ran the family store, the New System Store, in downtown Brandon. Ferne came from a secular Jewish family steeped in politics. She always considered herself a “red diaper baby.”
Arriving in Peterborough in the early 1970s to study at Trent University, she took courses in Comparative Development and Anthropology, among others. Of course, she made lifelong friends. She took time off from Trent now and then to travel and take up other projects. In 1976, for instance, she happened to be in Guatemala as a volunteer during the Great Earthquake, and stayed on to help in the recovery and restorations. Her parents were relieved when they finally got word she was okay. “Brandon girl escapes quake,” said a headline in the Brandon Sun.
After graduating from Trent in 1978, Ferne joined the Development Education Centre (DEC), a collective organization in Toronto. She worked in DEC Films, distributing documentary films across Canada, assisting community groups in organizing film events, and conducting workshops on social and political issues. Her work nurtured a lasting devotion to the promotion and screening of documentary films that challenged the status quo and changed lives.
In 1984–86 she also took on a special job for the YWCA Social Action Department as coordinator of an International Violence Against Women Project – an issue of personal significance. She continued working to end violence against women throughout her life, volunteering at the Rape Crisis Centre in Peterborough, and programming films and panels at the ReFrame Film Festival on gender-based violence.
Ferne was also the author of two books: the groundbreaking Getting There: Producing Photostories with Immigrant Women, co-authored with Deborah Barndt and dian marino (1982) and Images in Action: A Guide to Using Women’s Film and Video, co-authored with Barbara Emanuel (1986).
She was on the board of Peterborough’s Canadian Images Festival in the early 1980s and a key figure in the ReFrame Film Festival from its very beginning in 2004. She continued to help select films for the 2025 festival while she was undergoing cancer treatments.
As one of the ReFrame members put it: “Beyond being an amazing trooper for the many many many films she previewed, she had the biggest heart and incomparable vision for what this small town festival might be. Everyone who has ever watched a ReFrame film owes her an unimaginable debt.”
While working at DEC, Ferne got to know Robert Clarke, a co-worker (who grew up in Peterborough). Rob had a daughter, Gabrielle, age seven at the time, and Gabe and Ferne took an instant liking (or loving) to each other. Ferne, Rob, and Gabe began living together in 1982. Jonah was born in 1983.
In 1990 Ferne, Rob, and Jonah moved to Peterborough; Gabe followed two years later to study at Trent.
In 1990–91 Ferne got her Bachelors of Education degree from the University of Toronto and reinvented herself, just slightly, as a mainstream teacher. She quickly found work teaching in the Adult Re-Entry program in the Continuing Education Centre, housed in what used to be known as Central Public School. In 1993 three graduates of that program thanked “Ferne Cristall, a very special teacher blessed with a vision. We thank her from the bottoms of our hearts for believing in us. Ferne, to teach is to touch a life forever.” From there she went on to touch countless lives.
She was soon teaching several different courses at PCVS, including, most notably, World Issues, leading students into cutting-edge, controversial discussions of race, gender, and geopolitics. She went beyond teaching courses. She sought funding for and developed an English as a Second Language (ESL) or English Language Learners (ELL) program, and became its teacher and champion. Her emphasis was on inclusion: making sure students coming from a multitude of different countries felt welcome and safe. At noon-hour her classroom became a lunchroom.
Colleagues and community members later set up an ELL scholarship fund in her name, explaining: “She bolstered the confidence of every student through language training; she assisted in course choices and understanding curriculum material, tests and exams, college and university applications; and she supported families through collecting necessities, arranging for translators, navigating local agencies and organizing community get-togethers. Her diligence, soft-spoken nature and insight ensured that students had her tireless support through the toughest and the best of times.”
Later on she became an itinerant ELL teacher for the Board, travelling from school to school to work with ELL students and teachers across the district.
Wherever she went she made friends among the students, and it became difficult to move around Peterborough without running into someone who had felt her impact.
In 2006 she won the YMCA Peace Medallion – given annually to an individual who makes a contribution to building stronger, peaceful communities. Among other things, she had organized an exchange of photos, letters, and music between students at PCVS and the Nyachuru Secondary School in Zimbabwe.
One of her former students told us: “In high school she opened my eyes to the broader world and introduced me to concepts of human rights, social justice and international solidarity that profoundly changed my view of the world and impacted the rest of my life.”
Another friend says that Ferne “stands out as a beacon of incredible strength and dignity and loyalty, and principled commitment. When I see Ferne I see her penetrating focus, the care with which she observes and listens and the thoughtfulness with which she responds. From Canadian Images forward – and that’s almost 50 years – I have watched her be a pillar of our community in so many different ways.”
When Ferne retired from teaching in 2015, she immersed herself in the Master of Education program at Trent University. Her thesis became, not surprisingly, a work of the heart as well as mind, and a project of inclusion: “Resistance Revisited: How Student Activism around the PCVS School Closure Influenced Youths’ Life Experiences, Views on Power, Political Engagement, and Personal Agency” (May 2018). In researching and writing this piece, she worked with 14 youth participants from the PCVS Raiders in Action group who had resisted the closure of their beloved school. Much to Ferne’s delight – for she did not want her project sitting on a shelf gathering dust – a playwright in Toronto, Madeleine Brown, came across the thesis, contacted Ferne, and worked closely with her to turn it into a play, “Give ‘Em Hell” – which was performed in the PCVS auditorium in September 2023.
All the while, whether it was her friends’ trials and aspirations and work lives, her daughter’s art, her son’s music, her partner’s editing and writing, Ferne was the buttress that held them all in place.
We thank her community of friends for delivering constant support – and huge supplies of wonderful food to our doorstep (and hospice) – over her ten months of illness and treatment. In the last few months her musician friends filled her life with live music, first at home and finally in hospice.
A host of wonderful doctors tended to her, and developed bonds, and we thank them all: in Peterborough, Drs. Garth Hanson and Britt Lehmann-Bender; in Oshawa, Drs. Elena Igwe, Audrey Li, and Orit Freedman. As one of the Oshawa team lovingly put it in a meeting last fall, “You are a complicated lady” – and she was so correct. After entering the realm of palliative care in Peterborough, Ferne had the good luck to fall into the care of Dr. Becca Webster, who became a friend as well as a doctor, with her unconventional doctor-love: from her heart socks to putting her feet and legs up comfortably on our living-room couch (she was, after all, expecting a baby), to a hug and kiss that she gave to Ferne, wondering if it was an appropriate thing for a doctor to do. We said, Yes!
Then there were all the nurses and care workers who came so closely into our lives over the last 10 months. They were, again, too many to mention, but a few stuck in our hearts: the home-care nurses Kimberley and Kristena; Sarah came weekly to do blood work; Jade and Ella at the hospital’s palliative care ward; at Hospice Peterborough, Kathy, Melissa, Brooke, Baily, and countless others.
We thank the staff of Hospice Peterborough for so caringly and expertly looking after Ferne and her needs – and, we found, they just as caringly looked after the families, too. (It helps to know someone who works in the kitchen.)
In lieu of flowers, please, if you can, send donations to ReFrame Film Festival, The Ferne Cristall English Language Learner (ELL) Fund, New Canadians Centre Peterborough, or Canadians for Justice and Peace in the Middle East (CJPME).
Finally, we entrusted Ferne to the care of the Ashburnham Funeral Home and Reception Centre. A private Aquamation has taken place.
We thank Joy Simmons and Colin MacAdam for opening their house and hosting two evenings of shiva.
A celebration of Ferne’s life will be held at on Saturday, September 13th, 2025.
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Jenny Marino

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Mary Annis
I knew Ferne as Ellie and Boom Cristall's beloved daughter. Ferne visited her parents a number of times and I can remember her coming to our women's group on one occasion and she was delightful with a fine sense of humour. But I also know of her deep compassion and caring for everyone she met and of her great commitment to the organization she worked for to assist people to learn Engish and feel at home in Canada and prosper. Her research into innovative ways to assist in other ways made a huge difference to understanding the needs of mothers and families well-being. We need more people like Ferne in our world and it would be a better more compassionate place.
Bara AlMakadma



Ferne was something else! I came to know her as Ms. Cristall. She was my teacher many years ago. Every few years, with every achievement and every major milestone, as I graduated the first, the second, and the third time... As I got married, and at the birth of my children, I shared the news with her. She deserved to know that her hard work contributed to the making of all our successes. I say "our" on behalf of many of my classmates, a couple of whom I talked to in the last two days, and they agree fully. She deserved to know how much difference she made. I have seen Ms. Cristall counsel us, teach us, make sure we had a meal at lunchtime, and that we progressed. That was not all. She took a true interest in helping, while maintaining that each of her students' autonomy was not affected. She protected our identities and individuality actively. Some were bullied, some had domestic problems, others came from war and lost relatives, and I swear, when I look back at it, she helped people emerge from true trauma. My most intense memory of her was a problem that was partially my fault. I went complaining to her. She squinted at me (I suspected, fully knowing how much I was to blame), a grade 10 student at the time, and she had that facial expression where her lips are pressed together and her eyebrows get closer, and then she does a gentle head shake from side to side. Her head motion was strong enough to move her hair, but it was gentle enough to convey that she was thinking to help, not only disappointed. That head shake took me to school that day! She did not say a word of blame. The headshake was enough! She continued to think before saying a word, squinting at me, and then came up with a few solutions. She stood up and took me with her to fix my school shenanigans at once. Things worked out just fine. I recall so many kind things she did: She invited her ESL students home and made food that was suitable for all. I think she cooked for a whole day before. She even threw a homemade talent show for her students to give them a space to express themselves. Who does that? Ferne does that! Ferne was amazing! She was a role model. She was maternal enough to make sure we did not get in trouble, and professional enough not to meddle. She preceded her time. She was very sensible and sensitive. She had the highest emotional quotient I witnessed anyone possess. She never judged, even if she did not like an action… she was patient. If it is not wrong or harmful, she smiled her famous smile! We, her students, loaded her with problems that were truly above her pay grade back in the day. We challenged her every day. Years later, I asked her how she coped, and she laughed and told me she just "tries to help!”. I asked her that while having what became a ritual cup of coffee we had when I visited by the river at the Silver Bean Cafe. I live overseas now, but everytime I visited Peterborough, I reached out and made sure to meet her and drink coffee with her. Last time was June 2024. I introduced both my twins to her! I introduced my wife. I am very happy they met her! She, and Rob brought them gifts. Those included two books my twins continue to read today. High quality books in hard covers. One of them — a children's book celebrating native Canadians. I cannot believe that this summer I won't get a chance to text her again and say, "Hey, Ferne, I will be in Peterborough next week and wish to meet!" Ferne taught me my ABCs (those who know me know that this is literally so!) She taught me how to write in cursive. She taught me history. She taught me learning strategies. She taught me that believing in someone is stronger than anything. I tear as I am type this: Ferne's belief in me is the single most important reason I made it through high school! Those who know me also know how much this is true. Eventually, I made it through medical school — and on graduation day, I texted her instinctively! She told me in our last meeting in 2024, "I always believed in you." She never verbalized it, but my classmate friends and I always felt it. We felt her strength as it propelled us forward. Dearest Ferne! Your strength has shaped a generation. For as long as I live, I won't forget you. You live in our hearts. Your good deeds live forever!
Jenny Marino
Wow did I love Ferne. I felt so lucky to call her family - so special and so deeply held, guided and supported through my adult life. She was my “other mother”. I wanted to shout it to the world. My heart cracked when she left. It is the day after the celebration now ans I write this and I am even more deeply grateful for our Ferne - if possible more in awe of her. Why? Because I heard and saw and met sooooooo many people yesterday who felt the exact same way. What a gift Ferne had, what an enormous heart, to hold so many, open her arms, heart and home to so many - friend, family, and beyond. . I love you forever Ferne.
Bara AlMakadma






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Madeleine Brown
I still remember the moment discovering Ferne's thesis "Resistance Revisited" online. I was in the middle of my research on PCVS' closure, preparing to write a play inspired by it. I couldn't believe that I'd discovered someone who shared my interest in the subject matter and from the same perspective even--that of the students. I immediately read her thesis front to back and then some days later nervously--yes, nervously!--wrote to Ferne asking to meet for coffee to discuss it more. This was in November 2019. She wrote back a couple hours later, alleviating any nerves. We met for coffee at the Toronto Reference Library Balzac's. From that meeting, Ferne would go on to serve as the play's Community Consultant and in her role, she'd read and provide feedback on numerous drafts, introduce me to key players to interview or bring onto the play's development, and have endless more coffees, and car rides, and phone calls with me over the four years it would take for it to make it to the stage. Throughout it all, she was an incredible advocate for the Raiders and was a constant source of encouragement, helping me grow as a writer. I'm so, so grateful now that I found not just Ferne's thesis, but through it: her. And not just because of our experience on the play. Ferne gave me so much more than that. Ferne taught me what true respect looked like, how to really listen, and how to find joy in problem solving. She also epitomized community care. There was not one time that we connected or met in which she was not on her way from, in the middle of or off to help someone or some initiative. Not one! Her commitment to service was unparalleled and, even more impressive, genuine. It seemed like she never wanted to be overly recognized or draw attention to herself for any of it. In fact, I feel like she actively avoided that part of it. Finally, I'd be remiss to not also remember Ferne's sense of humour and her grit. Her jokes killed like no one else's--there was always a kind of wink in her eye when she delivered them--and her passion to fight was inspiring. While I admit that I am technically a grown-up already, I will forever say, "When I grow-up, I wanna be Ferne Cristall." Cause it's true. And cause I doubt I'll ever meet anyone who matches her excellence.
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