2019 Obituaries

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Barbara Heotta Kimber
Jan. 21, 1934 – Jan. 1, 2019

Barbara Heotta Kimber passed away peacefully at the age of 84 on January 1, 2019.
Barb was born at home in Tompkins, Saskatchewan, January 21, 1934. Soon after, the family moved north to homestead in Northern Saskatchewan. In 1948 the family moved back to Tompkins where Barb went to high school and worked in a restaurant. It was there that Barb met the young trumpet player, Ronald Kimber.
They were married in Tompkins on December 2, 1950 and after a short honeymoon in Calgary, they moved to the Youngstown area to help Ron’s brother Kim (Horace) with his sheep. They stayed with him through the winter of 1951. The spring of 1951 brought a three-day blizzard. When it was over Barb helped Ronny and Kim look for small holes in the snow. They were able to dig out the buried sheep this way, saving as many as they could. In the spring, they helped Bill Kimber put in his crop and by November 1951 they moved onto the farm on which the family still resides.
All of Barb’s children were born in the Cereal Hospital: Bill in 1951, Bing (Ronald) in 1953, Sharon in 1955 and John in 1961. The family moved to Calgary in 1967. Barb had never lived in the city before, but enjoyed working at Woodwards and billeting her nieces and nephews while raising her own four kids. Ron spent summers back on the farm and in 1974 Barb and John moved back to the farm as well.
Barb was an active member of the Youngstown Women’s Institute and helped with the Agriculture in the Classroom program, even bringing in baby chicks to the students one year.
Barb loved gardening, keeping chickens, baking and helping with the cattle, but her greatest love was her children and grandchildren. She was a big part in the lives of all of her grandchildren who often spent weeks at a time on the farm. Donny and Shane were lucky enough to spend time with her every day. Barb had a lasting effect on all of her children and grandchildren, teaching them the value of hard work, determination and laughter. She always said that farming was “a great life, if you don’t weaken.” She never weakened (unless it involved a child or a puppy) and had a great life!
Barb was predeceased by her husband Ronald; parents Leslie and Mary (Moseley) Miller; brothers Tommy and Les Miller; and sisters Dorothy Phillips and Francis Primrose.
She is survived by her sister Doreen (Hugh) Varty; brother David (Lynn) Miller; children Bill (Sharon) Kimber of Chestermere Lake, “Bing” Ronald Kimber of Youngstown, Sharon (Len) Lott of Calgary and John (Jean) Kimber of Youngstown; beloved grandchildren Christine (David) Acton, Ryan (Alisa) Kimber, April Lott, Kerri Price, Danny Lott, and Donny and Shane Kimber; and seven great grandchildren Gareth, Gavin and Nia, Skylar, Aleshiah, Madison and Colton.
Funeral Service was held Saturday, January 5, at the Youngstown Community Hall in Youngstown, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Rev. Helen Reed. The pianist was Nick Armstrong. A eulogy was given by Donny & Shane Kimber and Tributes by Barb’s Family. Hymns were In the Bulb There Is A Flower, In The Garden, and In The Sweet By And By. Honorary Pallbearers were April Lott, Kerri Price, Danny Lott, Christine Acton, Ryan Kimber, Donald Kimber, and Shane Kimber.
Memorial tributes may be directed to the Oyen & District Health Care Foundation, Box 150, Oyen, Alberta, T0J 2J0; or to a charity of the donor’s choice.
Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Youngstown Community.
MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.

In Loving Memory of Evelyn Vera Gilmer

Dec. 2, 1925~Jan. 29, 2019

Eulogy
Evelyn Vera (Beeton) Gilmer was born into a family of eight to Ed & Lena Beeton of Czar on December 2, 1925. Evelyn attended Birdsview School south of their farm. Evelyn met Robert Donald Gilmer (Bob) of Consort in the early 1940s at a dance at Capt. Ayre Lake.
Mom told of their courtship with Dad riding his saddle horse from north of Consort to her parent’s farm south of Czar. From there, they’d ride their horses to whichever country schoolhouse was hosting a ‘box social’ and dance. Dad would escort Mom home and ride back south through the Neutral Hills, arriving home in the early dawn.
Mom and Dad married in 1944. They moved several times around the Czar and Consort areas, where ever the jobs were until, working and living at the Fawcett Farms. They bought their own farm in the 1950’s.
They raised a family of three. Myself, Lorea, and two sons, Brian and Brent. I grew up on the farm north of Loyalist. My memories were of parents who did everything together. Our evenings were often spent playing music with people arriving to dance in the kitchen as we practiced dance tunes for our band, ‘The Hometowners’. Mom would have all the food ready and add her voice to whether or not the tune played had ‘a good dance beat.’
Mom was a great seamstress, ran the tractor, the combine, helped break horses, worked alongside Dad with the cattle, all the while keeping a spotless home and large garden.
Mom was an organizer. She was the family’s driving force. When Dad hit a new adventure, she was in charge of logistics. She was the planner of tours, conventions and cattle shows we participated in as we went into the Charolais Cattle Business in the 1960s. Mom worked hard encouraging my participation in 4-H and Dad as a 4-H leader. Together, Mom and Dad organized the Veteran Gymkhana Club.
When, in the the mid 1960’s, Dad decided to move, Mom went with him to tour BC and Alberta to find a ranch. Mom organized, packed up and relocated us to Westerose near Pigeon Lake. Mom seemed to take in her stride each new adventure. Dad got an idea and Mom made it happen. From Consort to Westerose to Fort Smith (NWT) to Millet to Drayton Valley, back to Westerose and then to retire in Consort in the 1990s.
Mom was adaptable to being a partner in each new career. From farming to ranching to building arenas, buffalo corrals, oilfield equipment and facilities, elk corrals, custom homes and furniture. She work alongside Dad. This was a true partnership as Mom and Dad raised a family, served their community. They gathered lifelong friends through music and in their work together. As the next generations arrived, they too travelled to where ever ‘home’ had been established and joined in in making great memories.
For them both it was always family first. Mom established an open door policy in each home. We had great family gatherings – good food, good music, great conversations – building great memories. Mom was an awesome hostess. Through the good times, the bad times and the crazy adventurous times, Mom and Dad shared the work and the fun, side by side for almost 70 years.
Rest in peace, Mom.
Thanks for making all the good memories.
– Lorea

Evelyn is survived by her daughter, Lorea (Bob) McAllister, Consort, AB.; son, Brian (Fern) Gilmer, Kelowna B.C.; son, Brent (Tara) Gilmer, Surrey, B.C.; sister, Lorraine Carter, Calgary, AB.; sister-in-law, Joyce Beeton, Leduc, AB.; brother-in-law Roy (Rose) Anderson, White Rock B.C. Nine grandchildren, 14 great grandchildren, 1 great great grandchild. Many nieces and nephews. Evelyn was predeceased by her parents Ed and Lena Beeton, husband of almost 70 years Robert Donald (Bob) Gilmer [May, 2014], sister Edna, brothers: Lewis, Gordon, Walter, Harold and Lawrence (Larry); best friend for 85 years Elsie (Walters) Beeton became sister-in-law (m. Harold Beeton).
At Evelyn’s request a private family service will be held. Memorial Donations may be made to Lake Road Cemetery (c/o Box 309, Consort, AB. T0C 1B0) or a charity of your own choice.

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Card of Thanks
We would like to thank the Consort Seniors Lodge for the years Mom spent there. It became her ‘home.’ Thank you to the doctors and nursing staff at the Consort Hospital for keeping her comfortable and cared for these past weeks.
For all friends and family, we think these words say what is in our hearts:
Perhaps you sent a lovely card,
or sat quietly in a chair.
Perhaps you sent those beautiful flowers,
that we saw sitting there.
Perhaps you spoke the
kindest words,
as any friend could say.
Perhaps you were not there at all,
just thought of us that day.
Whatever you did to
console our hearts
we thank you so much
for whatever part.
– The family of Evelyn Gilmer

In Loving Memory of
Dianne Berg
Jan. 8, 1943 ~ Jan. 27, 2019

Mrs. Edna Mae ‘Dianne’ Berg, beloved wife of Mr. Karl Berg, of Consort, Alberta, passed away peacefully at Calgary, Alberta on Sunday, January 27, 2019 at the age of 76 years. Dianne will be lovingly remembered by her husband of fifty-eight years, Karl Berg; her son, Darcy (Rita) Berg of Sedalia, Alberta, and her grandson, Ryan (Carole), and great grandchildren, Dax, Wrenn and Krew; her grandson, Damien (Ashley) and great grandchildren, Jayda, Chase and Danni; her grandson, Brenden (Katie) and great grandchildren, Charlie and Harington; and her grandson, Danton (Stephanie) and great grandchild, Knox; her daughter, Debbie (Daryl) Stenger-Harvey of Calgary, Alberta and her grandson, Kyle (Laurel) and great grandchildren, Boden and Cali; her grandson, Curtis (Amber) and great grandson, Dustin, her granddaughter, Jocelyn (Phil) and great grandson, Jason, and her grandson, Troy; and her daughter, Cindy (Trent) Berg-Koenigbaur of Cochrane, Alberta, and grandchildren, Liberty, Lincoln and Zara. She will also be sadly missed by many other relatives and dear friends. Dianne was predeceased by her parents, Henry and May (Post), a brother-in-law, Harrington Berg, and her mother-in-law, Molly Berg. A Funeral Service was held at the Consort Sportex, Consort, Alberta on Friday, February 1, 2019 at 2:00 p.m. A Graveside Service took place at the Evergreen Cemetery, 16102 Fort Road NW, Edmonton, Alberta on Saturday, February 2, 2019 at 2:00 p.m.
Condolences may be sent or viewed at www.coronationfuneralhome.ca. Arrangements in care of Coronation Funeral Home, Coronation, Alberta.

Eulogy
by Kyle Stenger
“I am ready to meet my maker, whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me; that is another matter”. Winston Churchill once said this and I think it captures the essence of my grandmother, Edna Mae Dianne Berg.
As her oldest grandson, I am going to try and give some insight into the kind of person that Dianne was. When I look around the room as we celebrate her life today, the familiar faces are a reminder of the open door policy that Dianne always had to friends, family and neighbours. This gathering is truly a tribute to all of those relationships that she cultivated throughout her lifetime. I think it’s important to give everyone a little reminder from Dr. Suess that says: “Don’t cry because it’s over – Smile because it happened”.
Dianne was born right here in Consort, AB on January 8th, 1943 to loving parents Henry and May Post, affectionately known to many as “Old Grandpa” and “Old Gramma”. Henry was a tiler that did his best to pass down his trade, which explains why many of Dianne’s homes featured an abundance of DIY ceramic décor. Her parents were a passionate and hardworking couple. May could make perogies faster than you could eat them and Henry liked to unwind with a few drinks at the local bar after a long day’s work. On one occasion he may have overdone it a little when he drove his Datsun home on tireless rims. “I’m here for a good time, not a long time” was the jovial sentiment in the home of Dianne as a child. Some of her fondest memories with her parents include card games that would go late into the night which are still played in the Berg house to this day as it acts as a central hub for the rest of the family.
Dianne spent a few of her early years on a farm outside of Brooks, AB., before the family moved to Edmonton where she attended grade school through the 1950’s before she went on to Marvel School of Hair. It was at this time that she met an intriguing power engineering student named Karl. Karl can only be described as the love of Dianne’s life, followed very closely by family, her pets and then probably the shopping channel. It wouldn’t be long until everyone was talking some sort of wedding and to Karl’s surprise, when he showed up at the event, it was actually HIS wedding! Needless to say, they were truly a perfect match and would have celebrated their 59th wedding anniversary this year.
Dianne is survived by Karl and three children: Darcy, Debbie, and Cindy. She has eleven grandchildren and over a dozen great grandchildren and counting. In fact, the most recent great grandchild was born within hours of her passing. Being that Elvis was her favorite artist growing up, it highlights that “although the song has ended, the melody lingers on”.
As they began to raise their young family, a tragic accident involving Karl’s brother Harrington dictated that they would need to take the hair dresser out of the city, and settle on the Berg family farm. Dianne embraced the role of the farmer’s wife by integrating herself into the community and making friends with all of the neighbours. This included her cousin Faye Ference who was the closest thing Dianne had to a sister growing up. There were many shopping trips to town and occasions where they shared each other’s homes that has helped bond their children and grandchildren to this day. On the farm she flooded the property with all kinds of different animals including dogs, cats, birds, horses, rabbits and goats. You name it – Dianne has rescued it. She also wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty by taking on projects around the yard or helping out in the field, rain or shine. On one early occasion, Karl recalls giving her a lesson on how the gears of the tractor operated and having her work a field. He left for a couple of hours, and she must have needed more training because when he came back he saw the tractor doing Mach 3 through the field with Dianne bouncing around all over the place. Needless to say, she got the job done.
It wasn’t all hard work though. Dianne absolutely loved to travel. If they weren’t on holidays to Disneyland with the kids, or pounding the pavement in the motorhome for the high school rodeo circuit, they were somewhere on the other side of the world with their traveling companions that included the Ferences, Kroegers, and Shannons. This couldn’t have happened without the support of one of their dear friends, Norman Hill. If he wasn’t travelling with them, Norman would watch the kids and help out around the farm, and when it came time to settle the tab, there was never a balance to be owed. They visited Egypt, Rome, France, South America, Alaska, and many other global destinations. She hasn’t missed a destination wedding or any other opportunity to take a trip in the lifetime that I have known her.
Speaking of travel, the 80’s and 90’s saw Dianne split time between the farm and Surrey, BC, where she actually attended secretary school. Unfortunately this didn’t help with that damn GST she was always trying to get submitted if you had called her anytime in the last 10 years. From Surrey they moved to Edmonton where they would call home for the next 25 years while still maintaining their homestead on the farm. It was during this time that Dianne really became the grandmother that my generation grew to cherish.
Grandma’s house was always a great place to visit as there was unlimited bubble gum, a nice stash of chocolate bars (if you knew where to look), and a conversation waiting to be had. There was always a bed for you to sleep in, which some of us took advantage of all the way through University. One of my favorite memories was the night of my 18th birthday where Dianne offered to drive me out to the bar. Unbeknownst to her, I piled all my friends into the Lincoln town car, sandwiched grandma behind the wheel, and off we went. When we arrived I could tell she was still in shock from having about 13 teenagers packed into 6 seats. I’ll never forget the look on her face when I asked her to pop the trunk and 4 more of my friends climbed out. You could always count on Dianne to be there for you no matter what the circumstance.
It was in these years that I grew to admire Dianne for her willingness to tell you exactly what was on her mind. She would tell you if you were wrong or if you were right, that is, if you’re idea of right was also her idea of right. It’s hard to find honesty like that these days. It might have been the constant reminders that no matter what, she needed to gift any women that married into the family a specific Kitchen Aide mixer, or the fact that she never seemed to forget to send a gift for one of the kids birthdays, but somehow she was able to immortalize herself in her role as a matriarch to the family. Dianne spent her final years in Cochrane where she moved to be close to her youngest grandchildren Liberty, Lincoln and Zara. She was actively involved in their activities, specifically their love for horseback riding.
The imagery that comes to mind when I picture my Gramma Dianne is a woman who is often smiling, usually dressed up – in case she needs to go out somewhere, hair and make-up done, and jewellery fashioned for the royalty of a small nation. It was her passionate interest in others that compelled her, coupled with a genuine concern for the well-being of those around her and an unmatched generosity that set her apart.
I’m going to miss you Gramma. We’re all going to miss you.
So as comes the day when we can’t be together
I’ll keep you in my heart
You’ll stay there forever.

Card of Thanks
Thanks to Jim Ness for his special prayers and the many visitors who came to Cochrane to see Dianne as well as the numerous phone calls she received from family and friends while she was battling cancer.
Special thanks to Pastor Don Metz for his comforting words and travelling to Edmonton for the burial, Jack and Robbie Shields as well as Eddie Ference for providing wonderful music at the service.
Thank you to Bev Hyggen and Teresa.
The lunch was amazing following the service; thanks very much Consort Community Ladies.
Thanks to everyone who sent flowers and condolences.
Karl Berg
Darcy & Rita
Debbie & Daryl
Cindy & Trent

Anne Pearl Vogel (nee Sieben)
Feb. 9, 1924 – Feb. 1, 2019

Anne was born at home in Altario, Alberta, to Amelia and Benhart Sieben, the 10th of 12 children. She is the last remaining of her siblings.
Anne married the love of her life, Joe Vogel, in 1944, at the age of 20. They settled in Edmonton and rented suites until 1950, when Dad built the Bonnie Doon house, where they resided until 1962, when they again bought a property in Ottewell, where dad built their larger home. Mom continued to live there until 2016. Mom was a spectacular homemaker and cook. She hosted scores of people over the years. Mom and Dad loved being with friends and family.
In 1987, Joe passed away leaving Anne to fend for herself. This would forever leave a hole in her heart. In 2016, Anne developed wet gangrene in her foot. Her dementia was already very progressed and she ended up living in Holyrood Nursing Home until her passing. We sincerely want to acknowledge the staff at Holyrood for their loving care of mom. They were a God send to us.
Anne is survived by her three children, Dana (Dan) Carson, Marlowe (Dariel) Vogel and their two children, Krystal and Jozef; and her baby daughter, Holly Vogel, who looked after mom for two years before her hospitalization. Anne is also survived by her husband’s brother, John Vogel, of Provost, Alberta.
Rest in Peace Mom. Your work here is complete and you did an awesome job.
A Funeral Mass was celebrated February 9, 2019, at 11:00 a.m. at Resurrection Parish, 10555 – 50A Street, Edmonton. To send condolences: please visit
www.connelly-mckinley.com.

David Ralph (Bud) Hayworth
March 17, 1925 – Feb. 6, 2019

Bud was born March 17, 1925 to Bill and Della Hayworth at home in the New Brigden area. He was the fourth of a family of seven.
Bud attended Hope School until the age of fifteen when he went out to work. His first job was for Bert Liknes, where he drove the kids to and from school. Other work took him to Turner Valley, but the oil work wasn’t for him. He also worked in the Olds area and Camrose area, before coming back to Consort, where he started driving truck for Orval Kelts.
On October 27, 1953, he married Lillian Paillard. Their first move was to Oyen, where he worked on installing the water and sewer lines and where their daughter, Diane, was born. They came back to Consort and he drove truck for Mike Benedict, until starting out on his own, known as “Bud’s Transport”. He always wanted to go back to the farm, so in 1972, the family moved to Round Hill and started a dairy. They then moved to the Daysland area.
When he was 82, he was diagnosed with C.O.P.D and had to go on oxygen, which kept him from doing a lot of things. He always loved to drive, so in summer, about twice a week or more, he’d say, “Mom, let’s go for a drive to check things out”. So away they’d go for a few hours and if they ended up near Camrose, he’d say, “Might as well stop and have supper”. Watching hockey in winter was his thing. He loved to visit and could talk to anyone. Even the Walmart greeters knew him, as he’d spend a lot of time sitting on the benches. In April of 2018, they moved into Camrose.
Bud passed away peacefully in his sleep, in St. Mary’s Hospital, Camrose, on February 6, 2019 at the age of 93 years and 10 months. He is survived by his wife of 65 years, Lillian; daughter Diane (Donald) Elliott; sons Dave, Dennis, Gary (Nancy), Patrick, Brian (Donna); grandchildren Dionne (Tricia) Elliott, Darcy Elliott, Gayle (Kelly) Thornton, David (Racheal) Hayworth, Tim Hayworth, Shawna (Devon) Bonnar, Cody (Jen) Hayworth, Jesse (Jen) Hayworth; great grandchildren Sydney and Peyton Elliott, Carter, Kadyn and Kenadie Thornton, Jessalyn, Gage and Baylee Bonnar, Porter, Ryder and Lane Hayworth, Jordan and Zoey Palamaruk. He is also survived by his sister Lillian Schroeder (Mike), sisters-in-law Janey (Dave) Collier, Martha Hayworth, Marilyn Paillard; brother and sister-in-law George (Linda) Paillard; many nieces, nephews and friends.
He was predeceased by his parents, Bill and Della, brothers Rueben, Arnie, Raymond and Wilfred; sister and brother-in-law Ida May and Norm Mitchell; granddaughter Karlee Hayworth, great grandson Bo Hayworth; sisters-in-law Audrey and Joyce Hayworth; parents-in-law Edouard and Jeanne Paillard; sister-in-law Andree and Charles Mason; brother-in-law Ben Paillard.
Memorial donations in his memory, can be made to Corpus Christi Catholic Church Cemetery or the Lakeroad Cemetery Fund.

Bernard “Bernie” Merle Peden
June 3, 1943 – Feb. 17, 2019

It is with great sadness the family announces the passing of Bernard “Bernie” Merle Peden on Sunday, February 17, 2019 at age 75 years. Bernie is survived by his children, Joe, Ted (Michelle), Vance (Angela), and Chasity; as well as numerous grandchildren, great grandchildren, extended family and friends.
Bernie was predeceased by his daughter, Melanie Peden; father, Merle Peden; mother, Ivy (nee Lattery) Scheerschmidt; brothers, Stanley Peden and Eugene Peden.
A Celebration of Life was held Sunday, February 24, at 2:00 p.m., Killarney Community League, 8720 – 130A Avenue NW Edmonton, Alberta.

Margaret Ethel Geduhn
1934 – 2019

Ms. Margaret Ethel Geduhn, passed away at the Coronation Hospital on Thursday, March 14, 2019 at the age of 84 years.
Margaret was born October 13, 1934 in Hemaruka, Alberta, the oldest daughter of George Frank Geduhn and Dorothy Ann Wroe-Geduhn. At the age of six years old, she moved away from Hermaruka, Alberta with her family to various locations throughout Alberta.
In 1954, at the age of twenty, Margaret returned to the Wroe Ranch near Hemaruka, Alberta for a short visit with her Grandad Wroe and Uncle Albert. She enjoyed the farm so much that her short visit lasted sixty-five years. Margaret began ranching with her Uncle Albert, and then Renie joined them in 1962. Margaret’s brother, Frank joined in 1959, where he settled down on his own farm three miles away. When Uncle Albert passed away in 1976, Margaret and Renie took over the Wroe Family Farm, where she resided until her passing. Margaret loved the farm, from seeding grain to pulling calves, building things and her weekly trips to the Veteran Auction Mart; and to Renie’s dismay watching Judge Judy in her spare time! In 2010, Margaret and Renie received the 100 Year Plaques for having the homestead in the family for 100 years. They received one plaque from the Province of Alberta, as well as a plaque from the Special Areas. Margaret’s sister, Charlote and brother-in-law, Robert and family, always made time to come for a visit on the farm.
Margaret will be lovingly remembered by her sister, Charlote (Robert) Holt and their children, Stan (Debbie) Holt and their children, Brandan (Caitlin) Holt, and Jessica (Adam) Holt and great grandnephew, Grayson Way; Marie Holt and her children, James Holt and Savanna Holt; Rob Holt and his children, Bobbie (Samantha) Holt and Christina Holt; Kelly Semple; Arlene (Dave) Harris and their children, Danielle Harris and Brianne Harris. Margaret will also be sadly missed by her brother, Frank (Susan) Geduhn and their children, Heather (Mike Grady) Geduhn and her child, Melissa Geduhn; Karen (Tim) Dobruk and their children, Rebecca (Alex) Schneider and Samantha Dobruk; Kim (Ed) Cooper and their children, Ashley Cooper (Jonathan Caseley) and Ryley Cooper. Margaret will also be deeply missed by her sister, Irene ‘Renie’ Helen Geduhn.
Margaret was predeceased by her parents, George and Dorothy Geduhn; her much loved uncle, Albert Wroe, a brother, Frederick Stanley Geduhn and a nephew, Stewart Holt.
A Celebration of Margaret’s Life will be held at the Veteran Full Gospel Church, 100 Waterloo Street, Veteran, Alberta on Thursday, March 28, 2019 at 1:00 p.m. If desired, Memorial Donations in Margaret’s honor may be made directly to the Veteran Volunteer Fire Department, or to Stars Air Ambulance at www.stars.ca. Condolences may be sent or viewed at www.coronationfuneralhome.com. Arrangements in care of Coronation Funeral Home, Coronation, Alberta.

Emelia Murphy
Dec. 31, 1922 – Mar. 4, 2019

Emelia was born December 31, 1922 at the Red Cross Hospital in Altario, Alberta, daughter to Chester and Anastasia Domanski. Emelia was raised on the Domanski farm along with her four sisters and three brothers.
After completing her schooling, Emelia went on to work at the store in Altario which kept her busy until meeting Joe Murphy. In December of 1945, Emelia and Joe were married and together raised their family of four – three sons and one daughter.
Emelia and Joe spent many years calling Altario home. After their original house, they moved into a house they built together in 1972. In addition to enjoying their time at home, they also enjoyed to travel south and spent a number of winters in Arizona.
On March 5, 1988 Joe passed away and this brought many changes for Emelia. One of the biggest changes would have been getting her driver’s license for the first time at the age of 65 years. Her adaptability and willingness to learn new things allowed Emelia to stay on the farm until 2005.
From the farm, Emelia first moved to the Hillcrest Lodge in Provost, Alberta. Following her time here, she made her final move to the Provost Health Centre Long Term Care.
Surrounded by the love of her family, Emelia passed away on March 4, 2019 at the Provost Health Centre at the age of 96 years.
She will be forever missed and lovingly remembered by her children, Lynn (Herb) Tory, Bob (Rosemary), Frank (Donna), John† (Wendy); grandchildren, Carolyn, Greg (Sheri), Glenna (Mike), Brett (Carla), Jim (Angela), Jody, Todd (Naomi), Diane (Mark), Quinn (Wendy), Brian (Heidi), Shane, Jason, Mitchell (Jasmyn), Debra (Assar), Matthew, Dana; great grandchildren, Madison (Josh) and their daughters, Sophia and Annabelle; Layne, Taya, Jade, Gage, Michaela, Teagan, Sean, Natasha, Tyler, Nicholas, Julie, Drew, Isla, Pearl, Leo, Reagan, Kiera, Madison, Walter, Gordon, Stanley, Brome and Delia; as well as numerous other relatives and friends.
Emelia was predeceased by her husband, Joe; son, John; siblings, Joseph Domanski, Leon Domanski, Raymond Domanski, Cecelia (Gordon) Philips, Eleanor (Fred) Atkin, Lillian (Lionel) Farrell, Marion (Leonard) Liknes; brother in law, Albert (Muriel) Murphy; sister in law, Irene Murphy.
The funeral service was held March 22, 2019 at Central Lutheran Church, Provost, Alberta, with Pastor Paul McCormick officiating. Words of Remembrance were given by Ernie Isley and a Tribute to Grandma was by Granddaughters: Carolyn Tory, Glenna Tory, Jody Murphy, Diane Murphy, Debra Murphy, Dana Murphy. The organist was Elaine Brouwer and soloist was Karen Fawcett. Pallbearers were Grandsons: Greg Tory, Brett Tory, Jim Murphy, Todd Murphy, Quinn Murphy, Brian Murphy, Shane Ray, Jason Ray, Mitchell Ray, Matthew Murphy. Following the service, a reception was held in the church hall where family and friends gathered for fellowship and refreshments.
If friends so desire, Memorial Donations are gratefully accepted and can be sent to: Canadian Cancer Society, 200, 325 Manning Road NE, Calgary, Alberta T2E 2P5.

Words of Remembrance
by Ernie Isley
Good afternoon.
First, I would like to thank the Murphy family for inviting me to say a few words of remembrance at this service. I consider it an honor just as I did when I was asked to speak at Joe’s funeral 31 years ago this month. Emelia, Joe and their family had a significant impact on our lives during the 10 years we lived in Altario.
In 1968 (58 years ago) Sheila and I moved to Altario with son Floyd (16 months). We got to know and became friends with Emelia and Joe the first year and that friendship continued thereafter. We often visited them on the farm. Emelia was an excellent cook. My favorite meal was her roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy with chocolate cake for dessert. We also spent many evenings playing a card game called 500 with them.
In summary, Emelia was a great friend, an excellent cook, and a loving wife and mother. But she also liked to pull practical jokes. I have to share one with you that I will never forget. It had to be 1962 or 63 at the New Year’s Eve Dance in Altario. When the break came for midnight lunch, Joe invited a few of us to the farm for drinks. The group ended up to be Emelia, Joe, Sheila and I, Carol McCullough and Gordon Heatherington. I don’t know how many of you remember Carol in those days but she was a very out-going young lady. You might say she was flirtacious. As we were getting ready to go back to the dance, Carol and I were verbally bantering and I threatened to give her an airplane ride. She challenged me and I picked her up in the fireman’s lift. Before I could spin her she started to yell and squirm. She yelled, “You dirty SOB”, and popped me in the jaw. Probably the hardest hit I have ever taken. I’m standing there dumbfounded and then we heard Emelia start to laugh. When I had Carol on my shoulders, Emelia had run her hand all the way up Carol’s leg and tickled her.
Great memories of great friends.
I look forward to visiting with many of you at the reception.

Tribute to Grandma
This tribute is a culmination of the memories, love, laughter and tears, shared by Emelia’s six granddaughters.
Grandma Emelia was splendidly unique, always busy, full of character and extraordinarily generous with her time and love. And most of all, she was fun!
One day in October,
When I was far from sober,
And carrying home a load with manful pride,
When my feet began to stutter,
So I lay down in the gutter,
And a pig came up and nuzzled by my side;
We warbled this fair weather
As true friends get together
When I heard a passing neighbour say
“You can tell a man who boozes,
By the playmates that he chooses,”
And the pig got up and swiftly walked away.
Grandma’s poetry often left her visitors amused. However silly, the rhymes she remembered best seem-ed to illustrate her core beliefs. The aforementioned man in October was a cautionary tale highlighting the importance of moderation.
In the case of other poems, like the “Dam Man” Grandma showed us the value she placed on teetering on the edge of being proper and unseemly. She always finished that poem with a smirk, and a “see, I didn’t swear once!”
Despite Grandma’s own shock value, she had strict guidelines for her grandkids to follow. We were consistently reminded of what was and was not acceptable.  Only red nail polish. Piercings were not okay, and only clip-on earrings should be worn. No writing on your hands. And she often checked in with questions like, “You don’t drink, do you?” and “Do you go to church?”
Having lost her mother at an early age, Grandma learned what it meant to her to take care of and protect family. She was fiercely loyal to relatives and friends, and particularly good at praising whoever wasn’t around.
She was always there for us. Whenever we felt the need for a homemade popsicle, a poached egg on toast, crackers with real butter or a velveeta toasted cheese sandwich, we knew just where to turn.
And we remember clearly the fresh, warm cinnamon buns (with and without raisins); hot ichiban; maple walnut ice cream; gallon pails of homemade cookies; and the overabundance of salt on her delicious fried chicken.
It was with food that she so often brought people together, whether it was chocolate cake for one for breakfast; coffee updates around the kitchen table; or grand, extended family dinners in the basement or garage.
She was there for us in good times, but also in hard, providing a steadfast, objective, yet understanding point of view in times of grief or self-doubt.
Grandma was always a bit of a contortionist and possibly missed a calling as a circus performer.
She loved her garden, her plants, the sun, and the heat. You could see her passion in the dirt under her fingernails; the jars of home-canned foods on her shelves; and the freezer-jam on her toast.
Grandma wasn’t able to take the farm when she moved to extended care, but she did take her love of nature. In August, in the hospital greenspace, with the sun shining down, Grandma turned to her eldest son,
“I love it
It is beautiful
It is so beautiful
Are you sure I’m not in
heaven
I want to stay here forever”
Grandma waited thirty-one years to join Grandpa, but never forgot him, reminding us often that he was a kind and gentle man. She’d point fondly at his photo on the wall and ask us who he was, and after ensuring we knew, she’d say “wasn’t he a handsome man?”
We will miss beyond words the way Grandma made us feel when we walked into a room. Her welcoming smile, the loving chuckle that accompanied our name under her breath, and the words of praise. “These are my granddaughters.”

Thank You
There are so many people we owe a “Thank You” to for all that was done for Emelia Murphy in life as well as the remembrance at the memorial service and interment.
Thank you to the Provost Doctors as well as all the staff at Hillcrest Lodge and the Provost Extended Care.
To Ed Ference for the music at the Interment. To Karen Fawcett for singing at the memorial service. To Elaine Brouwer for playing the organ at the service.
To Ernie Isley and Emelia’s granddaughters for the tributes.
Thank you to Central Lutheran Church for the use of the Church as well as for the lunch preparation and the genuine care you gave.
To Pastor Paul McCormick for conducting and preparing the service.
Thank you to Gregory’s Funeral Home.
A real thank you to so many wonderful and supportive friends and neighbours for being friends of Emelia and her family.
Emelia’s Family

Melinda Anne Roth
Nov. 21, 1964 – March 21, 2019

It is with a great and heavy sadness we announce on March 21, 2019, Mrs. Melinda Roth of Sherwood Park, formerly of Consort, Alberta, passed away after a brief battle with cancer, at the age of 54.
She will be survived and lovingly remembered by her husband Jerry of 35 years. Her daughter Crystal (Chris); sons Tyson (Veronica) and Joel, her grandchildren Aiden, Declan, Brooklyn, Avery and Carter, her mother Marie and sisters Cheryl (Kel), Rita (Dave) and Denise, numerous nephews, nieces, aunts, uncles, cousins and countless dear friends.
She was predeceased by her father Robert; her father and mother-in-law Wally and Jean and grandparents.
Her vibrant energy and kindness will be greatly missed by all who knew her.
A Celebration of Melinda’s Life will take place on Saturday, April 20, 2019 at the Ardrossan Recreation Complex, 80 First Ave, Ardrossan, Alberta, from 1:00 to 3:30 p.m.
A heartfelt thank you to the staff, doctors, and nurses at the Cross Cancer Institute and the University of Alberta Hospital.
Memorial donations may be made to the Cross Cancer Institute or the Alberta Cancer Society.

Norman Albert Bakkeli
Apr. 13, 1930 – Apr. 15, 2019

Mr. Norman Bakkeli, beloved husband of Mrs. Marion Bakkeli, of Consort, Alberta, passed away peacefully at the Consort Hospital and Care Centre, Consort, Alberta on Monday, April 15, 2019, two days after his eighty-ninth birthday.
Norman was born at Frontier Hospital, Frontier, Saskatchewan, at the start of the “Dirty Thirties”. He remembered and shared with his family, growing up in the dust and drought of 1936-37, and mosquitoes and hoppers of the early forties. Then in the fifties, things were better on the farms. He went to Halliwell School, until it closed in 1942, then to South Trail and Frontier Schools. He worked on farms in the early years, but was not much of a farmer, by his own admission. He managed an elevator at Loomis in 1955 until April 1956, and then the Farm Suppliers Co-op until 1962. Norman worked for the Town of Frontier from February 1965 until May 1977, and then was a custodian of Frontier School; as well as driving a school bus for seventeen and a half years, and fixing radios and televisions. While working for the town, Frontier was really growing and expanding, so he helped install many of the water and sewer lines. He said “I also made the ‘icebergs’ north of the Pool Elevator”. This was an experiment to purify the water by freezing. One task he regretfully never did accomplish was to find the gallon of ‘Green Kerosene’ that Otto Riise sent him for, back in the forties.
Norman enjoyed Community Service, as a Reservist in Frontier; and he was a member of the Royal Canadian Legion, Branch Number 32, and the Lions Club.
In 1961, he was married to Marion Olson and from that union they had four children born in Frontier. They moved to Consort, Alberta in 1980, where he was a School Custodian. He also enjoyed watching Golf and Curling Bonspiels on television. He will be lovingly remembered by his wife, Marion; children, Carol (Wayne) Walker of Consort, David of Consort, Lisa (Mark) Williams of Edmonton, Terry (Christine) of Stony Plain; grandchildren, Candice (Jeff) Vold and Kyle Walker of Consort, and Jessica Williams of Edmonton; and great grandchildren, Natalie, Rylie and Liam Vold all of Consort. He will also be remembered by his brother, Lloyd Bakkeli of Frontier, Saskatchewan, and his sister, Anna Iverson of Shaunvon, Saskatchewan, sisters-in-law, Dianne (Ron) Parsons of Duncan, British Columbia, Louella (Wally) Wilson of Alder Flats, Alberta, and numerous nieces and nephews.
Norman was predeceased by his parents, Thorwold (1980) and Nora (1984) Bakkeli, sister-in-law, Marg Bakkeli (1990); father-in-law, Arthur Olson (1976); mother-in-law, Violet Olson (2006); brother-in-law, Lonnie Olson (2013); sisters-in-law, Donna Coakley (2004) and Iladell Rodin (1993); and brother, Henry Bakkeli (2009).
The family will be having a quiet family gathering in Saskatchewan, at a later date.
If desired, Memorial Donations in Norman’s honor may be made directly to The Lung Association at www.lung.ca, or the Alzheimer Society of Canada at www.alzheimer.ca.
Condolences may be sent or viewed at www.coronationfuneralhome.ca. Arrangements in care of Coronation Funeral Home, Coronation, Alberta.

Hugh William Greenwood
Mar. 16, 1939 – Apr. 16, 2019

Hugh William Greenwood was born March 16, 1939 on the family farm East of Lousana, and passed away April 16, 2019 at Innisfail Health Center after a courageous battle with cancer. Hugh was the oldest son of Bill and Rhona Greenwood and a brother to Gordon, Wally and Dale. Hugh married his wife Marilyn on October 6th, 1956.
Hugh started as a truck driver, driving truck at 17 for his dad. In 1969, Hugh and Marilyn purchased two trucks and the Lousana Garage and went into business on their own. J.O. Smith and Sons of Wimborne gave Hugh his opportunity to haul purebred cattle all over North America. It was during this time that Hugh’s great passion for driving all started.
Trucking was the career path until 1979 when Hugh decided to stay closer to home when he purchased the UFA bulk fuel station in Delburne. Hugh and Marilyn serviced the farming community for ten years. In 1989, Hugh traded his work boots for dress shoes and a tie, and entered his career as a Sun Life Insurance agent. In early 2000 Hugh decided to retire and enjoy the simple things that he loved in life. In Hugh’s retirement he enjoyed his years behind the wheel of the school bus and the silage truck during harvest season at Skocdopole Ranches.
Born into a chuckwagon and horse racing family, Hugh’s first passion was the chuckwagon life. Driving chuckwagons and outriding was in Hugh’s blood and something he loved. So many memories were made and lifelong friendships began. When Hugh was 40 he hung up his saddle and laced up his skates to coach hockey and enjoy sports he loved. Many years of senior men’s hockey with the Trochu Arena’s gave Hugh the skills he needed to mentor young athletes in the community. Governor of the Central Alberta Hockey Association for years. Umping ball was also a great service Hugh gave the community. Many years were spent behind the plate umping competitive ball. Curling rinks all over Alberta Hugh would travel to. Many mixed drinks were had in the lounges above the ice over the years. The hobby to top all others over the years was golf. Nothing made Hugh happier than hitting the course. Some of Hugh’s favorite places on earth were on the golf course.
Hugh’s happiest of days were days he spent with his family. Traveling miles to watch high school rodeos, ball tournaments and hockey games gave Hugh much pride and enjoyment. Grandkids and great grandkids were the light of Hugh’s life. Sitting around the fire, spending hours at the lake or Christmas dinners were where Hugh’s happiest moments were spent.
Hugh leaves to mourn his wife Marilyn, daughter Roberta Lang, son Bill (Jane) Greenwood, son Warren (Loretta) Greenwood, and daughter Holly (Wayne) Skocdopole, grandkids Kyle (Shanon) Shingoose, Tyler (Lyndsay) Greenwood, Sean (Taylor Woodford) Greenwood, Paige Greenwood, Kelsey (Calvin Dicker) Greenwood, Jessica (Gerard) Michielson, Shaun Shepard, Cody Shepard, Brooke (Kelly Buhler) Skocdopole, Hope (Adam Ternes) Skocdopole, Luke Skocdopole, and Chase Skocdopole, great grandkids Rhett, Chloe, Carver, and Kayne Shingoose, and brothers Wally Greenwood and Dale Greenwood. Hugh is also survived by his sister in law Susan Greenwood and numerous nieces and nephews.
A Celebration of Hugh’s life will be held at the Lousana Community Hall on Wednesday, April 24, 2019 at 2:00. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made to the Trey Purdie Memorial Scholarship.
Heartland Funeral Services Ltd. (Innisfail) entrusted with arrangements.

Francis Henry Hadwin
Jan. 26, 1933-Apr. 24, 2019

Frank Hadwin passed away peacefully on April 24, 2019 at Consort Hospital and Care Centre at the age of 86 years.
Frank was born January 26, 1933 in Consort Hospital to parents Henry and Anne Hadwin. He had one older brother John, 2 younger brothers Michael & Doug and one younger sister Margaret. They lived southeast of Consort in the Watson Coulee on the original Hadwin homestead.
Frank married Elizabeth (Betty) Spencer on July 2, 1961 in Consort. They had 3 daughters: Janet Doyle (Dale Johnson) of Drayton Valley, Mary (Aaron) Ganser of Provost and Margaret Hadwin of Forestburg; 8 grandchildren: Shane (Jade) Por, Chris (Jodi) Por, Dallas Doyle (Chelsea Ray), Kaitlyn (Chance) McRobert, Justin Ganser (Jalena Bertagnolli), Christyn Hadwin, Alyssa Blondin and Jenna Hadwin; 8 great-grandchildren: Logan, Lucas, Cordelia, Rick, Naomi, Marcus, Lucy and Jace.
Frank stopped going to school when he was 14 and went to work early, as many young men of his generation did. He worked various ranching jobs throughout his life, most notably Gould’s in Consort, Smyth Ranch at Loverna, Triam Ranch at Okotoks, Hadwin Bros. in Consort, The Imperial Ranch at Byemoor and lastly the Usher Ranch at Big Valley. He was never happier than when he could ride out on a horse, with a good dog by his side, and check the cows. He took an AI course and used his skills to help many fellow ranchers pregnancy test their cows. He was always available to lend a hand if a neighbor or family member needed it…all you had to do was ask. His love of nature and animals was evident in everything he did. Frank and Betty retired to an acreage south of Botha in 1996 and began raising emu. In 2003 they sold the last of the birds and moved to an acreage near Gadsby where Frank kept busy with his horse, dog, cats, garden, yard and workshop. In 2017, his health had declined, and he left his beloved acreage and moved to Consort Lodge for a short time and then Consort Hospital and Care Centre.
Frank was predeceased by his wife Betty; parents Henry and Anne Hadwin; his brothers John and Michael; sister Margaret; cousin Percy and nephew Marc.
Frank is survived by and will be sadly missed by all his children; his grandchildren; his brother Doug (Joan) Hadwin; in-laws: John (Rita) Spencer, George (Lori) Spencer, Robin (Phyl) Read, Bob (Lois) Specht, Jim (Marietta) Spencer; his special ‘Aunt’ Patsy (Joe) Sherritt; special friends Cam and Debbie McNabb; numerous nieces and nephews, as well as many other family and friends.
A Celebration of Life was held on Thursday, May 2, 2019 at 2:00 p.m. at the Consort Knox United Church with Rev. Ohwang Kwon officiating.
Memorial donations may be made to S.T.A.R.S or to a charity of your choice. Condolences may be sent to the family at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Eulogy
Written by “Frank’s Girls”, read by Aaron Ganser
Francis Henry Hadwin, or just “Frank” as he would tell anyone who tried to call him by his full name, was born January 26, 1933 in Consort.
It’s difficult to put 86 years of life stories into just a few short paragraphs. It’s also hard to describe a man like Frank. Mostly he was a quiet man but at the same time he had a witty sense of humor and a lot to say if you just asked him. I will try to tell you about the man we all knew through the words of his girls:
Dad grew up on the Hadwin homestead, southeast of Consort. He had three brothers, John, Michael and Doug and one sister, Margaret. When the kids were young the family moved around the area quite a bit so the kids could attend school. Dad played in the Monitor band and he loved sports. He played hockey and baseball; he pitched and brother John caught, apparently they were quite the duo. He also raced horses, and was quite good at it. He rode for Gould’s on a horse named Ginny. The story goes that he was offered the opportunity to ride as a jockey in Calgary. Like most young men of his generation, Dad left school early and went to work. His first job was at Gould’s, he told us they asked Grandpa Hadwin if John could give them a hand and Grandpa told them that Dad was a better teamster so they should take him instead. That was the beginning of his career as a ranch hand that would cover many decades and take us to various parts of Alberta.
Grandpa and Granny Hadwin were good friends with Pete and Evella Spencer who had six children, Betty was the oldest…but not quite old enough to stay at home and look after the others by herself. Apparently, Grandma and Grandpa Spencer asked Dad to help babysit and that is how he met Mom. When they got older and started dating Grandma Spencer always called Dad ‘Sisco’ because of his late-night rides, on a green-broke horse, into town to see Mom. They were married on July 2, 1961 in this very church. They settled north of Loyalist on the Chester Williams homestead with the horses Barbie and Babe and a dog named Fan. On their wedding night someone put a ‘clucking’ hen under their bed and shortly after that their ‘flock’ grew. In the next few years Janet and Mary were born and we moved to the Smyth Ranch at Loverna. Margaret was born while we lived there and this completed ‘Frank’s girls’ as we were known. Dad always said a boy ‘would have been too much trouble’, but we all agree that we caused him quite a bit of trouble ourselves. We loved to be with him and he always took one or more of us along when he could. We helped him do chores, feed and check the cows or go to town for supplies. He taught us how to drive the truck or tractor long before our feet could reach the pedals…he would put the tractor in gear, jump off and run back and jump on the hayrack, leaving one of us perched on the seat to steer while he threw the bales off. When he was done, he’d jump off the hayrack and run back to the moving tractor and we’d scoot out of the way.
Like most ranch kids, we don’t ever remember a day growing up when there weren’t animals around. He always had a least one good horse, usually a few ‘not so good’ ponies for us kids, a dog, many cats (which he always blamed on Mom) and numerous other animals we called pets. Dad had a love of animals and nature and always brought home things to show us, like baby skunks, porcupines, wild rabbits or birds, some we kept, like the badger, the orphan deer or the injured hawk, but most he would take back to where he found them once we had seen them. Margaret remembers being out in the pasture and Dad showed her how to find a baby Killdeer nest. Once he found the babies he put them on the floor of the truck for her to see and then put them back where he found them. He always came home with a bouquet of wild flowers for Mom, whatever was in season at the time. Sometimes Dad’s love of animals conflicted with his practical side. Most of you know the story of the badger…where he eliminated a mother badger because she could dig holes that a horse could break a leg in…but once he discovered she had a baby…he tucked it in his jacket and brought it home for Mom to look after. That badger stayed with us for three years and was one of the best ‘watch dogs’ we ever had!
Dad taught us patience…His way of handling animals for example…”Let them take their time and they’ll find the gate” was one of his common sayings while moving cows. We always had to wait Christmas morning till the chores were done before we could open gifts, which seemed to take HOURS! We all agree that he cared more about the animals’ well-being than he did about himself. He would spend hours nursing them back to health, taking them to the vet or whatever else was needed. If he got hurt, he just made Mom patch him and kept working. Over the years he trained many horses and dogs, making them a big part of his team…Dad, Barbie and Brownie and later Diablo and Skipper could move more cattle than a whole crew of men.
Dad was ahead of his time in one way…he recycled before it was the ‘cool’ thing to do! He saved everything! Each piece of scrap metal or wood, old doorknobs, whatever he had was carefully stowed somewhere just in case he needed it someday. The old scraps of iron become gate openers, old wood became picture frames, old horseshoes…bookends and the list could go on and on. His workshop was full of what most people would call ‘junk’, but it was tidy and organized. There were outlines on the pegboard over the workbench for each tool…and you were in BIG trouble if you didn’t return one to its rightful place! He seldom bought anything because he always had something laying around that he could repurpose to get the job done.
Dad could always be counted on to have the following items…a handkerchief, a pen and notebook for writing down cow’s numbers, a pack of cigarettes and a jackknife, which he was more than willing to pull out to remove a sliver or tease a child by threatening to “cut their finger off if the sliver was bothering them”, which usually stopped the complaining. We also called Dad the ‘baby whisperer’. If you had a cranky baby they seemed to quiet right down when placed in his arms. Safety was always on the top of the list for Dad (other’s safety, not necessarily his). He taught each of his grandchildren to ride but would only let them out on their own when HE felt they were ready. Nothing bothered him more than if someone got hurt on his watch, no matter how minor the injury.
Dad was most content riding his horse out to check the cows, puttering in his workshop or just spending time outside with the animals. He wasn’t really fond of ‘social events’ and crowds, he preferred to visit with you around the kitchen table over a cup of coffee.
Dad may be gone but his legacy will live on in the lessons he’s taught us. He was a firm believer in not swearing in front of women or children, that you follow the Golden Rule of ‘Do Unto Others’ and that there was no sense in complaining. He was always content and made the most of any situation, whether he liked it or not. He wasn’t very happy when he had to move from the acreage, but you would never hear him say it. When he was in the Lodge and later Long-term Care he would often say “Well, it’s not where I want to be, but they look after me really well in here”. He kept the staff on their toes with his witty comments and his ‘cheeky’ grin…as they would say. I think his sense of humor is one of the things we’ll miss the most!

Written and read by
Aaron Ganser:
I, myself, have known Frank for more than 35 years, he was many things to many people, but to me above all else he was a great teacher.
He could make something out of nothing and repair just about anything but most importantly just being around Frank was an education in how to be a better person and how to live your life the right way. Frank was strong of heart, grounded to the earth he loved, honest to a fault and tough as nails when he needed to be. Character traits like integrity, humility, honesty, compassion, patience and respect were the cornerstones of the person he was. He never complained about anything and rarely spoke of his accomplishments. It was only through stories that others told and just spending time with him that I learned of his athletic abilities and what he was able to achieve, at home, in the shop, on a horse, at the rink, the baseball field or the golf course. There were very few things he couldn’t do when he set his mind to it. Frank was one of the truly good people, one that we all will miss. The time we have spent together and the memories that have been created will be cherished forever.
So Frank, the time has come for you to hang up the pitchfork and close the barn door…your chores here are done.

David Keith Birss
Mar. 24, 1939 – May 16, 2019

Devoted husband, dad and grandpa passed away May 16, 2019 at the age of 80.  He will be lovingly remembered by his wife of 60 years, Enid; sisters, Lorna and Cathy; three children, Christine, Sherri (Ivan), Randy (Gillian); six grandchildren, Alexander, Clinton, Jaclyn, Jennifer (John), Rina, Sam and two step grandchildren, Tristan and Shannon.
He was predeceased by his brother (Gerald), brothers-in-law (Lew, Terry and Jim), sister-in-law (Darlene) and daughter-in-law (Robin). We trust you are watching the best sports action with all the greats in Heaven, making new friends and renewing relationship with old friends and family. We love you.
A Celebration of Life was held Thursday, May 23, 2019, 1:00 p.m., at Heartland Alliance Church, Sherwood Park, Alberta. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Movember Canada for prostate cancer research.

Robert William “Bob” Murphy
Dec. 10, 1947 – May 16, 2019

Robert William Murphy was born in Consort on December 10, 1947, the second child and eldest son of Joe and Emelia Murphy.
Bob spent his early life close to his Altario farm with siblings Lynn, Frank, and John, and attended Altario School where he enjoyed sports, especially basketball. At home he trained a colt which became the love of his life, at least until Rosemary arrived.
After high school came Olds College which Bob said in his memoirs that he found, “much more interesting than public school.” On graduating with honours in 1967, he returned to the family farm. Bob loved nature, particularly animals, dedicating his life to the rolling hills of his farm, the birds, the wildlife, the sun and the big prairie sky.
Then he found another love. On June 24, 1972, Bob married Rosemary Young, winning her away from the city for life on the farm. In 1977, they welcomed their first son, Jim, followed in quick succession by daughter Jody in 1978 and son Todd in 1980. Three young children meant a busy life even after the work was done – winter cutter rides with family and friends, skating, skiing, bike riding, fishing, horseback riding and water skiing.
Bob worked constantly to improve the farm, planting hundreds of trees, constructing dozens of outbuildings, and laying miles of piping and cabling.
He never really retired, but gradually eased off during his last decade, wintering in Arizona with Rosemary where they often hiked in the beautiful Superstition Mountains. Rosemary enticed Bob farther afield on a few occasions; to Australia, China, Alaska and Europe, but always returning to their beloved Alberta farm.
Bob passed away on May 16, 2019 at the age of 71, surrounded by his loving family. He will be dearly missed and lovingly remembered by his wife of 46 years, Rosemary; son Jim (Angela) and their children Sean, Natasha and Tyler; daughter Jody; son Todd (Naomi) and their son Nicholas; sister Lynn Tory (Herb); brother Frank (Donna); sister-in-law Wendy; brothers-in-law Pete (Melinda) Young, Stu (Maureen) Young, and Adrian (Janet) Young; as well as numerous other relatives and friends.
Bob was predeceased by his parents Joe and Emelia; brother John; and parents-in-law Jack and Iris Young.
Tribute to Dad
Eulogy
Presented by Jim Murphy and Jody Murphy
My father lived a full life, one project at a time.  The projects were often fun group affairs. As a good friend in Arizona said, “any time someone in the court is working on building something, Bob shows up, hammer and toolbelt at the ready.” An hour’s stroll through his beautiful farmyard offers proof of a lifetime of constructive energy wisely employed. In his Farm History memoir, Dad wrote, “someone is sitting in the shade and out of the wind today, because someone planted a tree long ago.”
When Dad was four years old his family moved from his grandparents’ farm to their current land, where he subsequently spent most of his life. He lived in and served the Altario Community throughout his life: flooding the school skating rink, often at 30 below; petitioning the province to pave the highway, helping build the community hall, participating with the Lion’s Club, assisting with the KAC Ag Fair, and volunteering with the KAC Fire Department.
My Dad and I fought fires together in matching KAC Firefighter coveralls and I feel grateful to have been able to work beside him during those years. Last year the Fire Department honoured Dad’s many contributions with a beautiful jacket, one he valued highly.  He took it to his Arizona winter home, and wore it every morning there on his customary walks.
Here are a few quotes from Dad’s memoirs:
“In school I could always spell quite well. I had no trouble spelling most words three or four different ways and thought people who could only spell a word one way were not very innovative. I now have major problems with my smart phone as the spell checker often has no idea what word I want.”
“I found school history boring, but now I have become very interested in it, especially local history.  Likely this is because I am becoming history.”
“I am very grateful to have been born at the time and place I was. Most of us grew up knowing that hard work was the way to get ahead. When growing up I never remember thinking we were poor, but by today’s standards we were.  Yet today we live in about as good a place as exists in the world.”
“I will be eternally grateful to my forefathers for choosing life in Canada. I have never been shot at, never been hungry, never been bored. I am free to express my opinion without fear of spending eternity in a mass grave.”
After finishing school in Altario in 1965, Dad attended college in Olds.
Rosemary Young met my Dad while visiting her Compeer cousin, Janet. She later described meeting a classic tall dark and handsome cowboy, looking like he just stepped out of some western novel. Except kinder and smarter.
With a beautiful new wife, Dad was encouraged to develop new skills and interests. He had to learn how to swim and ski. He preferred the farm, but once you got Dad past the farm gate, he was an interested and curious traveler. Mom has always been an avid traveler, so together they roamed from Alaska to Australia and from Eastern Europe to China.
When I asked him which place he would most like to re-visit, he surprised me by choosing China. He said it was because it was just so different from anywhere else he’d ever been.
On marriage and parenting, Bob said:
“We taught the kids to skate, cross country ski, downhill ski, water ski, swim, ride bikes, fish, and ride horses, and got them involved in every other activity that Rosemary could dream up. Somewhere around 1985 Frank, John and I each built a horse drawn sleigh. On Sundays we would hitch up our horses and the families would meet somewhere on the property, build a campfire and have a picnic.”
Rosemary recalls:
“Bob was always singing.  The kids say Bob could sing the first line to every song they knew, and many they didn’t know. They thought Bob made up, Oh Lord It’s Hard to be Humble when you’re perfect in every way.
Years of toil on the land and with livestock left Dad a little battered, but that didn’t slow him down. He continued to work hard – seeding and harvesting, branding and weaning. And he kept his huge yard mowed, watered, worked and weeded.
A few years ago he suffered chest pains while working a calf cradle. These turned out to be small heart attacks, but he kept working and only went to the hospital for heart surgery once the job was done. Todd says: it’s a good thing we got the cattle work done first.
I’ve been fortunate to be able to work side-by-side with my biggest role model. I’ve learned to fence, weld, run equipment, plant trees and work cattle. I’ve watched my Dad stay up night and day trucking grain, baling, seeding and fighting fires. Even after ‘handing over the reins’ to his sons, he was the most efficient one on the farm for getting work done.
I have always admired my father’s patience when dealing with animals, machinery and people.  He was meticulous when it came to construction projects, but always kept his sense of humor. That sense of humor was such a large part of the wonderful man that my Dad was.
As a child I never thought much about my Dad’s efficiency in getting things done, but as an adult, I was constantly amazed at his time management and organizational abilities. Without needing notes or a time planner, he was able to keep things happening.
Projects just seemed to get done easily. The shop, yard and equipment were kept clean, cattle work and field work were completed, and the fences kept mended.  I’ve seen Dad build corrals, buildings and fences, shingle roofs and plant trees – and make it look like a walk in the park.
Along the way he always found time for family. The list of examples is endless, but a few that come to mind are:
• Winter cutter rides to the Line Shack
• Hiking up Mount Yamnuska
• Multiple stock trailer trips to 4-H shows
• A hundred waterskiing trips to Shorncliffe
• Horseback riding and all the saddling, training and lifting required for 3 little kids.
Last year Dad built a new garage, one to double as workshop for him and his grandkids and their projects. Despite failing health he made sure to attend his mom’s final birthday, hiding his IV line so she wouldn’t realize he was also ill. He said he was thankful to have been able to hold out long enough so that grandma didn’t have to endure the loss of a second son.
No doubt many children regard their father highly. It is certainly true for me: my Dad was the greatest man I have ever known, and I am sure my sister Jody and my brother Todd feel the same way.
Dad, I worked and played beside you and spent over 40 years learning from you.  I appreciated that you never wasted a minute of life.  There is no other time in history or place that I would have rather grown up.  I rate my life with you and mom as ideal, and I strive to duplicate it for my own children.
We are proud to call you father, grandfather, husband, brother and uncle, – you were so much, meant so much, and did so much for all of us.
You set a standard we will try to live up to.
I will remember and treasure many little things about my father. The companionable way he put his arm around my shoulder as we walked together. The feeling of support and friendship it always left me with.
How cheerful his mornings were. As my aunt Lynn says, it was such a pleasure to wake up to the smell of coffee and Bob’s singing in the kitchen.
The incredible devotion he had to my Mom.
Most of all I will miss his laughing eyes, his quick smile and sharp wit and the kindness that came so naturally to him.
I will miss just being near him.  He was a deeply calming presence in my life.
But I still see my Dad everyday in my brothers, and my cousins, in Lynn and Frank and the rest of my family and the community which helped shape the man he was and who he in turn helped to shape.
And seeing that is truly comforting to me.
I will finish with a quote out of a lovely card I recently received:
My Dad is part of who I am
Of how I see the world…
Of how I live and give
Those priceless gifts are
mine forever.

Eulogy
Presented by Todd Murphy
Bob Murphy was a gentle, talented, loveable, beautiful, strong pillar of a man who easily drew in new friends and retained old ones. By any measure of a life, his was wildly successful. He married the girl of his dreams, worked in his chosen profession, had an amazing dog, a great horse, many wonderful friends, and raised two perfect children. He always seemed at peace with who he was and never needed to prove anything to anybody. He had the ability to make people feel at ease in any setting and had an inner strength, of which I have never seen an equal. He was the best man I know and the best role model that I could ever ask for. I will consider my life a success if my children are able to look at me with half the love and respect that I hope was evident every time I saw him.
Dad had three definite priorities in life. Family, friends, and the farm. I suspect in that order, but he never seemed to neglect any of them, so I cannot be certain. There are only so many hours in a day, but he had a way of prioritizing his time which allowed him to never miss any important events. He had an uncanny ability to know where he was needed most and to always be there, with a helping hand, comforting hug, thoughtful advice, or whatever the situation demanded. He always seemed to say the right thing and do the right thing. It is a skill I hope to someday acquire.
He loved the sun. It was necessary to grow crops, grass for his cattle, grandma’s garden and later Angela’s garden, his beloved lilies, and for life itself. He designed and built a house with massive windows to capture some of this sunlight. After it was built, he was not pleased when mom covered half of the windows up with drapes and curtains. And if any of the curtains were ever actually closed, he was nearly grumpy. After 25 some odd years he decided that he needed a sunroom where no curtains would be allowed. So, he designed and built one. He enjoyed countless hours in there, watching the sun rise with a hot pot of coffee only steps away and a cup always close at hand.
Dad loved his coffee every morning. None of his immediate family drank it (until Naomi came along). I never realized dad’s true feelings on our abstinence until my cousin Quinn relayed a story to me a few months ago. It appears that Quinn came to visit dad a few years ago and was offered a coffee. When Quinn gladly accepted, dad stated to him, “I can’t believe that none of my kids drink coffee. They will never know what it is like to be truly awake.”
For the first 27 years of my life, I thought that dad was a workaholic. Whenever he wasn’t spending time with friends and family, he was working. So, I thought that he had lost his mind in 2007 when he turned 60 and decided that he and mom should start going down to Arizona for the winter. I was quite certain that he wouldn’t last a week down there with nothing to do. What I failed to realize is that he worked because he loved to, not because he had to. He loved mom much more than he loved work and wanted to spend quality time with her. They spent three to four months a year down in Arizona and he seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Every time I went down to Arizona to visit them, I was amazed at the little utopia they had managed to create for themselves there. Mom told me that dad even slept in until 8 a.m. some days.
When they returned home from Arizona, dad always seemed 15 years younger. He had a healthy looking tan, the renewed vigor of someone returning from a restful holiday, and a desire to be earning his keep again. He quickly resumed his habit of getting out of bed at 5 a.m. and watching the sunrise from his sunroom. Coffee in hand. Occasionally he would kid me about not rolling out of bed until 7:30 a.m. unless absolutely necessary. One time, when I had recently returned from university where I decided that 8 a.m. classes are for suckers, he imparted a bit of friendly advice. “When you wake up, get up. And when you get up, stay up.” I determined that this was his way of telling me not to be so darn lazy and get my butt out of bed earlier in the morning. I don’t think that there were more than a dozen days when he was at the farm that I beat him out of bed.
Over a decade ago, our family went to Red Deer on what Jim called a Family Farm Forum. Jim had recently undergone hernia surgery and while in recovery read 15 books on successful family businesses. He condensed them into 40 pages and planned a getaway from the farm where we could plot a course to keep our farm successful and family happy. Anyways, one of our homework assignments was to write a letter to ourselves about where we would like to be in 1 year, 5 years, and 10 years and then read it to each other. I volunteered to read mine first, being proud that I had actually completed most of my homework for the first time in my life. It was all about how we would be farming 8000 acres, have 800 cows, 400,000 bushels worth of grain storage, a massive shop, brand new equipment, and as an afterthought I threw in that I would have a wife and two kids by the 10 year mark. Jim’s was similar, focusing on the size and structure of the farm. Mom and Angela’s focused exclusively on the people in the family and what they would be doing, rather than how many cows we had. Then dad had to read his.
Those who knew dad well, likely knew that writing for him was an extremely painful process that he dreaded. But, whenever he wrote anything, it was worth reading and then re-reading. His thoughts were always well articulated and to the point. This time it was no different. Unfortunately, we could not find the letter, so his eloquent language cannot be shared. I will have to paraphrase according to my extremely poor memory. It went something like this “My life has been as close to perfect as anyone could ever expect. I had a wonderful childhood, married the girl of my dreams, had three perfect children, and have accomplished every goal that I ever set for myself. Now, it is my dream to help the people I love accomplish the goals and dreams that they set for themselves in any way they see fit.” As a letter, it was definitely the shortest. But, in typical Bob fashion, it had a huge and lasting effect on myself and the rest of my family. Whenever he took his time to organize his thoughts on paper, it was a mistake to forgo reading it.
Dad loved to work on the farm and was always available to help out, anytime day or night. In the spring of 2017, dad started to talk about buying a house in Provost and moving away from the yard and farm that he so dearly loved. When my wife Naomi sat down with him one day to find out why, she realized that dad thought that Naomi and I should have a nicer house to live in. And he wanted to give us his. He did not want to leave at all, but was willing to give up a place that he loved with all his heart for two people that he loved dearly. We told him that was silly and that he should be able to stay in the house that he built and loved for as long as he and mom wished. We would build our own.
Of course, we couldn’t actually afford to have he and mom move to Provost. Jim and I talked about how many employees it would take to replace dad if they moved to town. To replace a man who was up before the sun, saw problem areas before they became major issues, did 1000s things around the farm without being asked, and fixed anything that needed fixing. We decided two full time employees would almost replace him. But, we were sorely mistaken, as one day a few weeks ago, we had one New Zealander running the airdrill, another one picking rocks, Jim’s son Sean feeding bales and rototilling the garden, his daughter Natasha mowing lawns, his youngest Tyler picking rocks by hand around the yard, and Jim and I trying to handle the logistics that dad usually took care of. So, I am a little bit worried that it will take 5 or 6 full time employees to keep things up to his standards. I’m not sure that Murphy Land and Cattle will be able to afford that.
Dad was one of those glass half full kind of people. My Uncle Frank remembers a cool, wet September day back in the late 80s, when Frank and Donna’s family as well as our family decided to head to Red Deer for some much needed R and R (for the adults anyways – kids enjoy that 24/7). Harvest was less than halfway through, but there was no point staying at home and hoping that the rain would end. We went to the Red Deer Lodge, as we always did and got poolside rooms. The next morning, Frank rolled out of bed and looked outside. There was 6” of wet snow on the ground. He got dressed and headed out for some coffee, a little discouraged. When he stepped out of his room, dad was sitting in the hot tub, watching his kids play in the pool. Frank asked him “did you look outside?” To which dad responded “I’m in Hawaii.” Seems like a pretty good way to look at life.
The farm was dad’s happy place. He thought that anything worth doing was worth doing right. He was always smiling. His response when asked how he was doing was almost always “Perfect”. He loved to build things. He loved his family and friends. He was a good man. Who will be missed by many. Including myself. Thank you for being such a wonderful father, human being, and role model.

Card of Thanks
The Bob Murphy family would like to thank all those in our wonderful community for their many kindnesses shown to us through phone calls, visits, food and flowers.

Marin Deleff
January 8, 1923-June 8, 2019

Marin Deleff was born January 8, 1923 and passed away June 8, 2019 at Consort, Alberta.
Marin is survived by:
• Son Richard (Brenda) Deleff, grandchildren Nicholas (Danielle) Deleff, Megan (Jackson) Beynon, great granddaughter Charlotte Beynon, Johnathan Deleff (Sofia)
• Son Douglas Deleff (Michelle), grandchildren Tyler Deleff and Emily Deleff
• Daughter Wanda (Doug) Lofstrand, grandchildren Robyn Lofstrand, Candace (Ernie) Hancock, great grandchildren Benjamin Hancock and Sloane Hancock
• Daughter Monica (Ken) Shelstad, grandchildren Adam Shelstad and Nichole Shelstad;
• Sister Lillian Jarrett; numerous nieces and nephews, as well as many other family and dear friends.
A Celebration of Life was held Saturday, June 15, 2019 at 2:00 p.m., from Knox United Church, Consort, with Rev. Ohwang Kwon officiating. Organist Mrs. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns: Amazing Grace, Softly and Tenderly and Just A Closer Walk With Thee, led by the Knox United Church Choir. The Eulogy was given by Richard Deleff. Following the memorial service, friends and family gathered in the United Church Hall for a time of sharing memories and a luncheon prepared by the United Church Women.
Memorial Donations may be made to Knox United Church or a charity of your own choice.

Eulogy
by Rick Deleff
Marin was born and raised on the farm near Basin Lake and attended Basin Lake School then completed high school in Consort. His parents Dimo and Odoria had immigrated to Canada from Bulgaria and the Ukraine and raised a family of five boys and two girls of which Marin was number 5 in the line.
Dad met Isabelle Tainsh and they were married December 31, 1955. Rick, Doug, Wanda, Monica and Bruce followed along over the next 12 years. I once asked Dad how he met mom, his answer was “she was the best looking girl at the dance so I asked her out”.
Dad’s comments about school at Basin Lake were intimidating, teachers who punished for speaking anything other than English, struggling to learn to read English and a particular teacher who rolled up the big leather strap like a set of binoculars to glare at them for any mistakes then using the strap to punish mistakes.
He talked about the hardships of growing up during those times, the hard physical labour, the drought years, working as a youngster helping put up feed and assisting with threshing, herding the cattle to water as the only water was a shared water hole near Worobo’s. Dad told of one day when the cattle got mixed up and the bulls got fighting, his brother Alex waded in grabbed their bull by the nose ring and pulled him out of the fight. They were only kids at the time but managed to come out of that unhurt.
One of his disappointments was not making it into the armed forces as he had a thyroid issue and was unable to complete basic training. He always admired his brother Ed in his uniform as people in the military were highly respected during those times.
Dad had a lot of different jobs over his lifetime. He worked for the Alberta government for a time as a bookkeeper, spent several winters working in California as a short order cook, carpenter and even worked in a foundry that made those big bronze signs you would see on buildings, as well he supported the farm income by selling insurance, selling hot tubs and doing some carpentry work. He designed and built the house we lived in. He liked the style of flat roofed houses from California so built it in that style then added on to it in 1968 to accommodate the addition of Bruce to the family. One story I heard was about the Consort School having a safe that they kept records in but never locked, just put them in for protection in case of fire. Well apparently it got locked one day and no one still working there knew the combination, I believe Alex was working there and figured Dad could get it open. Dad went to work on it without damaging anything, somehow figured out the combination and got the safe open. I asked him how he did it but he never really said how, just that he figured it out so perhaps we can add Safe Cracker to his list of jobs in life? Above all Dad was a farmer.
Like his brothers, he always amazed me how innovative and resourceful they were. Likely a result of growing up in the Dirty Thirties, they had to learn to make do with what they had so learning to fix was the only option when there was no money to buy new. Very few breakdowns stopped him for long; there was always a way to make it work. He learned to weld and became a pretty good welder. He was a capable mechanic and could do a little of anything. I remember having the diesel engine on a tractor failing. He found a used engine in the Western Producer so we drove over to Saskatoon, picked it up and hauled it home. It had an issue that it was miss firing on one cylinder that a couple of mechanical shops had not been able to solve for the previous owner but he figured he could. Well he stripped it down, got some advice from Sid Jones and Gordon Schetzsle on what he found, put it back together and 15-20 years later when he retired that engine was still working in that old tractor. He also worked on some innovations for work around the farm. One was an adjustable mechanic stand that you could work off of instead of lying across the fender, easier on the back, had a spot to hold tools. Had to smile when about 20 years later I saw one very similar to his homemade unit for sale in the Princess Auto catalogue.
Dad bought the family farm and started as a grain farmer, then as his family grew, he added cattle to the operation. During the late 1960’s grain prices were terrible so he added hogs to feed the grain to and keep the farm income going. I think the grain prices were just an excuse as he realized we were becoming teenagers and figured if he didn’t find a way to keep us busy we would likely end up in trouble. Well raising 600 head of hogs to market, farrowing sows with litters of piglets adds up to a lot of cleaning pens, grinding feed, feeding hogs, processing hogs, hauling hogs to market, learning to be a hog veterinarian not only kept us busy but also our neighbor Mike Wiese, too. Needless to say we did not get into much trouble as teenagers but we did learn a lot about the responsibilities and work that went into keeping them fed and healthy. We also had a lot of fun attending the auction mart with Dad to buy more feeder hogs, a big trip in those days to Provost or Stettler. Dad being a little frugal meant a snack of bananas and a loaf of raisin bread for the trip home!
Dad impressed me with his gentle demeanor around livestock. He could get the truck loaded by himself considerably faster than three teenage boys could wrestle 20 to 25, 200-pound butcher hogs into the truck for shipping. All with no scrapes, bruises or arguments. Just his calm, gentle approach worked so effortlessly.
Dad was also always looking to learn new things to make farming more efficient and profitable. He was always watching to see what other farmers in the area were doing and what crops could make more revenue. He tried growing sunflowers, mustard and some other cash type crops earlier than many in the area. He watched the young farmers to see what they came back with from Olds College or University for ideas. A young neighbor introduced continuous cropping to the area; Dad watched for a few years to learn what mistakes were made and what the successes were before he moved into it. He was never about “this is the way it is done” he was about finding ways to do better, always willing to change. He embraced technology and not only was he one of the first people I knew using a computer but he had a satellite dish hooked up so he could track the commodity prices on a daily basis looking to maximize his sale price on canola. He tracked the stock market and followed various stocks. Always very analytical in his approach.
When it comes to the stock market and silver mine stocks there are some interesting stories. Goldera was the company and Dad researched them, got to know the principal investors and people in control and bought in. It started as a penny stock but was doing some good work and getting results so their share price was rising nicely. Dad made some trips to view their operations and what they were finding and it looked like he was going to do well with them, then they did some coring and initial results were exceptional for a tungsten deposit. Insider trading not being what it is today the price jumped to $6/ share then $9 all on speculation. That left Dad sitting very nicely and not wanting to miss the big run when the final analysis came in on the coring so he didn’t sell. Interesting thing about Tungsten, apparently while coring it smears the core as you drill through it giving an impression of high quality sample. Final analysis not enough to be commercially viable!! In no time it was back to a penny stock and Dad missed his opportunity to make good. Although that was his most famous blunder he did have nice success on a company called Katana that came on the market and doubled in a couple days which he sold and recovered some of his loss from Goldera, lesson learned.
A surprising thing about Dad was what a fast runner he was. As a 17 year old, I was one of the faster runners in high school, qualified for the Northern Alberta 4 x 100 relay team and we won a ribbon at Provincials against Calgary and Edmonton. Well one night Dad challenged me to a race in the driveway at home, I kind of chuckled and figured no problem showing this 50 year old man how to run. I was a little surprised when he ran past me but figured no way he could do it again. I believe I lost to him 4 or 5 times that night. I raced him a couple other times but never did beat him. Bud Kelts is quite the athlete and also a very good runner. While Dad and Bud were in Calgary at the horse races they decided to have a foot race in the parking lot to see who bought supper that night. I believe Bud was as surprised that Dad beat him too. Monica claims to have beaten Dad and I in a foot race at the same time. I dispute that, she may have beaten me but she never ever beat Dad.
Dad retired from farming at the age of 77 but continued to tinker and fix or invent things in his shop as he had always done. It seemed he could fix anything. One day when Nick was a small boy, Brenda was backing out of the garage and she ran over Nick’s toy Tonka truck, pretty much destroying it. Nick said not to worry Grandpa could fix it “he can fix anything”. So they took it to him and darned if he didn’t fix it up so it looked almost like new. He restored an old baby carriage for Wanda and his first grandchild Robyn Lofstrand. With a little paint job from the body shop it looked amazing.
Dad and Mom traveled a little but generally Dad stayed close to home. Likely the longest trips were to Denver to visit Doug.
Dad really enjoyed playing poker and back in the days of Mah Jack’s restaurant there were regular poker games. Dad acquired the nickname Hook and Crook, according to Dad the person dealing chose the game and Dad’s game was Jacks and Sevens which became hooks and crooks. Now that was his story and none of his card playing buddies are still around to dispute it. Dad always had cash in his pocket for poker and kept a little book with his tally of winning and losing. It looked like he generally did quite well on that ledger. Rumour also has it the stakes could get quite high as the local barber is reputed to have lost and won his shop in the same night. I always figured that when Dad took Doug and I to the barber for a haircut it was because the barber owed him money and that was his way of paying back.
Later he and Nick Kroeger started a Tuesday poker night with several friends and limits on how much you could raise or bet and they shut down at midnight each time. While all those old poker players have mostly passed on there still is a younger version playing on Monday night under much the same rules.
While Dad didn’t show his emotions very well he was always calm, patient and analytical. He stressed that there is no play until the work is done and that jobs got done right, no short cuts. When we took short cuts to get done quicker he could point them out every time and show why the quality of a job did not meet his standards or why it failed. Doug tells of the time he built a corral gate and Dad made him take it apart and redo it because the shims behind the sliding door weren’t straight. Doug told him the pigs don’t care but Dad said “I do”. We learned not to take short cuts or skimp on doing a job right. He tried to impress upon us the value of money, of getting the most out of what you had without taking on debt, the value of friendships, honesty, integrity and honoring your commitments. In his way this was his gift to his family to carry on and pass along to our children. His level of patience always impressed me and his calmness made working with him easy. You knew you had really crossed the line when he lost his temper with you. His method of discipline was less violent and more subtle. I recall Wanda staying out particularly late one night. Dad decided to move cattle that morning so Wanda spent the day riding and bouncing along on horseback while being quite tired and not feeling all that well.
After Mom passed away Dad moved from the house to the Consort Lodge and spent about two years there before moving to the Consort Hospital Long Term Care facility. One of the weekly highlights was when I brought his Consort Enterprise so we could read about what was going on in the community. Physically Dad’s health was pretty good but dementia was creeping in and he struggled to manage his day to day needs. Despite the dementia his thoughtful analytic approach was still there. He had reached a point where his eyesight was not very good and he couldn’t read much anymore, he had to have a wander guard on his walker to keep him from wandering away but somehow he still managed to figure out the code to cancel the alarms for the wander guard and unlock the doors so that he could escape from the facility. I was so impressed and proud of him and the staff was some surprised.
He had a real love for his grandchildren; he loved babies, small children, puppies, kittens, ducklings and other pets. When they brought them to LTC he would light right up and have to have his picture taken with them. He was absolutely thrilled to see his great grandchildren Benjamin and Charlotte. When they were with him there was no one else in the room but them.
I would like to thank the wonderful staff and home care nursing for the great care he received while at the Consort Lodge in his time there.
I especially would like to thank the staff at our long term care facility for their patience, their caring respectful treatment of our dad during his time there. LTC is not the choice of places to be at any time in our lives but we should all be so lucky to receive the care that our father received over the almost five years he was there.
I would like to thank each of you for joining us for this celebration of our Dad’s life.

Keith Blandford
1963 – 2019

It is with great sadness that the family of Mr. Keith Robert Blandford announces his passing at the Consort Health Centre on Friday, June 14, 2019 at the age of 56 years. Keith was a loving husband, an amazing Dad, and an awesome grandfather.
Keith was born at Brandon, Manitoba on Wednesday, April 17, 1963. He moved to Calgary, Alberta when he was young, and there met his loving wife of thirty-nine years. Together, they had three children and nine grandchildren. The couple moved to Monitor, Alberta in 2010.
Keith will be greatly missed but will always remain in our hearts.
A Special Thank You to the Staff of the Consort Hospital and Care Centre for the comfort they provided in Keith’s final months.
Keith is survived by his loving wife, Wendy of Monitor, Alberta; two sons, Robert and Denise of Innisfail, Alberta and Michael and Sheena of Calgary, Alberta; his daughter, Nicole Pierce and her husband, Phil of Irricana, Alberta; and nine grandchildren, Autoum, Kayden, Dom, Braeden, Jordan, Brody, Jadyn and Tanner. Keith will also be sadly missed by his brothers, Kelly and his wife, Jeanne of British Columbia and John of Calgary, Alberta; his brother-in-law, Rick and his wife, Fay of Hanna, Alberta; his sister, Roxie Kilby of Ontario; and his sister-in-law, Diane Metzler of Monitor, Alberta, as well as numerous nieces and nephews.
Keith was predeceased by his mother, Joan Blandford; a granddaughter, Kaydence Blandford; and a niece, Tanya Metzler.
A Celebration of Keith’s Life was held at the Consort Sportex, 4602 – 50 Avenue, Consort, Alberta on Tuesday, June 25, 2019 at 12:00 p.m.
Condolences may be sent or viewed at www.coronationfuneralhome.ca. Arrangements in care of Coronation Funeral Home, Coronation, Alberta.

Albert Stephen Vert
Sept. 14, 1920-June 14, 2019

Albert Stephen Vert was born in Altario, Alberta on September 14, 1920 to parents Luther and Mary Jane Vert. He and his twin brother Alex were the youngest of fourteen children.
Albert joined the Army in 1942, serving until 1946. When he was discharged from the Army, Albert took over the family farm. He married Mary Evashkevich on June 14, 1948 and together they raised six children: Linda (Harry) Shoemaker, Vivian (Nicholas) Lowther, Stephen [deceased] (Lorinda) Vert, Eric (Lisa) Vert, Delaine (Kevin) Stewart and Robin Vert-Duffin. They stayed on the homestead until 1963 when they moved about four miles away in order to get power. He was a very hard worker and loved to tinker with anything to see if he could get it to work. Albert always had a good sense of humor.
In 1997 he retired, and he and Mary moved to Consort, then again in September 2007, they moved into a condo in Stettler where they have lived until his passing.
Albert is survived by his wife Mary, of 71 years; five children, nineteen grandchildren and thirty six great grandchildren. He was predeceased by his son Stephen.
Albert passed away at the Stettler Hospital on June 14, 2019 at the age of 98 years, 9 months. A celebration of life took place on June 29 at 10:00 a.m. at the Stettler Funeral Home. A private family interment will follow at the Kirriemuir Cemetery. Donations may be made to Stars Air Ambulance or a charity of your choice c/o Stettler Funeral Home & Crematorium, P.O. Box 1780, Stettler, AB. T0C 2L0, who have been entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements. To send condolences to the family, please visit www.stettlerfuneralhome.com
Thank you to the family, neighbors and friends, Doctor Lockhat, all the nurses and Stettler Funeral Home.

Anne Lees
July 9, 1931 – June 19, 2019

Anne Lees passed away peacefully on June 19, 2019, at the age of 88 years.
Anne was born on July 9, 1931, near Compeer, Alberta where she grew up on the family farm. She was the second born of four children to Carl and Lena Bolz. She eventually moved to Consort, Alberta. This is where Anne started her career in the banking industry. More importantly, this is where she met the love of her life, Alexander Arthur Lees. After courting and frequenting dances in town, they married April 30, 1960. After marriage, they moved to Calgary and started their family consisting of four children, Cindy, Heather, Collin, and Dianne. Anne continued to work at the bank until she retired, although it remained a part of her life; attending retiree luncheons monthly. Art and Anne loved camping and went every chance they got in retirement, sharing their experience with their grandkids as well. Anne was a doting grandmother, excellent baker, and a lover of crossword puzzles.
She is predeceased by her parents, Carl and Lena Bolz, her sisters Mary Gray, Rose Wenzel and her loving husband Art Lees. Anne is survived by her brother Joe Bolz; her children Cindy (Paul) Gamracy, Heather Lees, Collin ( Kari) Lees, and Dianne Lees; her grandchildren Sherri-Lynn Gamracy, Amanda Gillis (nee Gamracy), Matthew and Megan Gamracy, Kayla and Jason Monnery, Jesse and Amy Lees, Patrick Lees and William Gummo; and her great-grandchildren, Vanessa, Maximus, and Zoey Zahorouski, Melinda and Austin Lees and soon to be born Demitri Gamracy.
Anne was dearly loved and will be missed greatly. Heaven is going to have a heck of a time with this strong independent, quick-witted, newly minted angel.
Anne Lees’ funeral was June 28, 2019, in the Arbor Chapel of Mountain View Funeral Home in Calgary, Alberta and she was laid to rest beside her wonderful husband, Alexander Arthur Lees.

Bernie Danylyshen
Jan. 16, 1954 – July 26, 2019

It is with heavy hearts that the family of Bernie Danylyshen announce his passing on Friday, July 26, 2019 after a valiant battle with cancer at the age of 65 years.
Bernie was born in Winnipeg on January 16, 1954. He was a generous, kind, compassionate man who loved his family more than anything.
Bernie will be lovingly remembered by his wife of 45 years, Bonnie; son Nicholas (Pam); granddaughters Gwendolyn and Alice; sisters Judi (Ed), Hope and Doris; brother Michael (Anita); sister-in-law and brother-in-law Carol and Gord and many other family and friends. Bernie is now in heaven reunited with his family, son Brett; father Mike; mother Joan; father-in-law Joe; and mother-in-law Helen.
A Service of Remembrance was held Friday, August 2, 2019 at 1:00 p.m. at Coronation Community Centre, Coronation, Alberta, with Pastor Clayton Grice officiating. Donations would be greatly appreciated to Coronation Hospital Foundation – Home Away From Home Room, The Canadian Diabetes Association or to a charity of one’s choice.
Photos, memories and condolences may be shared through www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium, Coronation, Alberta are intrusted with the care and arrangements.

John Simkin
May 2, 1953 – Aug. 12, 2019

John Simkin passed away peacefully with Sue by his side on August 12, 2019. John was a man of many hats – a family man, rancher, teacher, friend, storyteller, and prankster. He leaves behind a big footprint in the hearts of those that knew and loved him.
John was born May 2, 1953 to Gavin and Cecelia Simkin, becoming a younger brother for Robert. Two sisters, Dawn and Audrey completed the family. The family thrived on working and growing their farm with an emphasis on school and sports. John was a curious, spirited and athletic child with an infectious smile. These attributes served him well throughout his life.
John excelled at hockey and played competitively for the Ponoka Stampeders, Red Deer Rustlers, Red Deer College Kings and the University of Alberta Golden Bears. Winning the national collegiate championship in 1975 under Coach Clare Drake was a lifetime highlight. Many of John’s teammates are among his best friends to this day.
Following hockey and university John returned to Consort with his new bride Sue (nee Copithorne). He taught school in Consort and then settled into ranching full time in the Hemaruka area, expanding the family farm. John especially enjoyed livestock and was a knowledgeable and proficient cattleman. His favorite place was on the back of a horse and he shared that passion with his children and grandchildren. Ranching provided John with a continual relationship with Mother Nature. He enjoyed the challenge; drawing on his intellect, affinity for a little gambling and playing the odds! His Christmas letter always included an update on the status of their relationship.
With Sue by his side, a loving home was created for their three children, Jill, Mark (Donna) and Emily. They became a family that worked and played together. John instilled the importance of hard work, taking pride in a job well done and the strength derived from the combination of the two. Nieces and nephews often received gems of advice and life insights which strengthened family bonds.
Their rural setting and hospitality were the basis for many meaningful and enduring friendships in the community and with the hunting group. There was always a seat at the table for those who stopped by. John enjoyed sharing his knowledge and love for ranching with agricultural trainees from around the world, many who have become extended family.
John’s values and spirit will live on, especially in the hearts of his beloved grandchildren: in Gavin’s sensitivity and appreciation for music, Adam’s love of nature and ranching, James’s athleticism and ability to make people laugh, Lilli’s sparkle and enthusiasm and Jaxon’s playful and mischievous demeanor.
John lived with intention, an appreciation of nature and never stopped being curious. His life was a glorious ride.
There will be a come and go community gathering on Friday, September 27th from 1-4 at the Veteran Hall. Please join the family to celebrate John’s life.

Doris Georgina Duckett (Wraight)
Sept. 13, 1927 – June 16, 2019

We are sad to announce the death of our mother, Doris Duckett, at the age of 91 years on the 16th of June 2019. She passed away at the Rosewood/Marrwood Care Facility.
Doris loved her gardens and belonged to the Fraser Valley Gladiola Society. She volunteered for the Surrey Memorial Hospital Ladies Auxiliary. With her talent of knitting and crocheting, she donated many baby outfits and blankets.
Doris was born at Veteran and attended school in the Avonlea district. Later she moved to B.C., where she worked on a dairy farm, milking cows. Later she worked at the Royal Columbian Hospital.
Doris leaves behind her husband of 71 years, Wilf Duckett and six children, Wendy (Tonya Stewart) Duckett, Ken (Renee) Duckett, Deb (Ron Cooper), Randy (Marilyn) Duckett, Bon Dart and Steve Duckett, also fourteen grandchildren and seven great grandchildren, as well as many nieces and nephews. She is survived by her brother, Tom (Joyce) Wraight and sister, Linda Wraight.
Sadly, Doris was predeceased by her son-in-law, Peter Dart.

Walter Baresinkoff
April 19, 1930 – Glaslyn, Saskatchewan – August 16, 2019 – Calgary, Alberta

Walter Baresinkoff of Calgary, Alberta, passed away on August 16, 2019 at the age of 89 years.
Walter is survived by sister Helen Baresinkoff; his three children, Faye Gordon (Barry), Shirley Birkbeck (Steve), Dennis Baresinkoff (Lori); and three stepchildren, Barry Byers (Dakota), Wendy Willows and Laura Byers (Barb); numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Walter was predeceased by his wife Hilda; and his brother Paul.
Condolences may be forwarded through www.McInnisandHolloway.com.
In living memory of Walter Baresinkoff, a tree will be planted at Fish Creek Provincial Park.
NoteS: Walter spent many hours at the Sherritt farm. He used to say that Mom Sherritt was the kindest woman that he ever knew. I think he was addicted to Lilly Sherritt’s date filled, rolled oat cookies and her rice and raisin pudding.
(Thanks to Joe Sherritt for sending in this obituary).
The Baresinkoff children lived with their father, Bill, on the old Cherniak place south of Gooseberry Lake. (Their mother was gone). Walter and Paul rode to school at the ‘new’ Neutral Valley. Joe Sherritt, of Calgary, also went to school with them at the Valley, along with this writer (Mary Readman).

Grace Richardson
July 25, 1919-Aug. 20, 2019

Grace was born on the farm in the Broadview district, 9 miles south of Loyalist to William (Bill) and Mildred Caswell. Grace was the second youngest of seven children, with sisters: Myrtle, Rose, May and Bess, and brothers: Albert and Frank. Grace was the last surviving member of the family.
Grace attended Broadview school to grade 10 (highest grade they had). She loved sports; on May 24th every year they had a sports day of ball and races with three other schools from the area. She always looked forward to that day. In later years her love of sports continued as she enjoyed watching her grandchildren and great grandchildren participate in their sporting events. Another fond memory was on Friday nights in the winter, friends and neighbors would gather at one of the local schools to dance. Grace was a farm girl so milked many cows and did a lot of other farm chores. After her school days she worked at house keeping for a few people including the Johnson’s and the Faulkner’s.
On September 9, 1942, Grace married George Richardson and they moved to the farm south of Consort where they farmed, and daughter Marlene was born on May 9, 1946. In time Marlene married Jack Gould and Grace’s adored grandchildren: Dale, Denise and Doug arrived. She babysat her grandchildren any time she could and then as they got older and had great grandchildren, she loved to babysit them as well.
In 1981 Grace and George moved into Consort. She found life very lonely after she lost George in 1991 and her only child Marlene in 1998. She found her grandchildren very thoughtful and kind, as they always kept in touch with her.
Grace was active in the community. She also enjoyed ice curling in the earlier years and then later floor curling as well as bowling for many years. George and Grace did some travelling abroad on farm tours to places such as Hawaii and the South Sea Islands as well as Europe: including Holland, France, Germany and England. They also loved camping; they bought a motor home and a little tin boat and did lots of camping and fishing around Alberta and Saskatchewan.
She spent lots of time doing crossword puzzles and playing cards. She worked at the “New to You” store and also enjoyed going to the “Drop In” every Tuesday afternoon and met ladies for a visit and lunch.
In 2008 she sold her house in Consort and moved to the Consort Lodge where she spent a number of enjoyable years. As her health began to fail, she moved in to the long term care in Consort where she spent the remainder of her years surrounded by some long time friends, including Mildred Anderson, Ida Maron, Jean Bryan, Jean Deagle and many other dear friends from days gone by.
On July 28, 2019 she enjoyed a celebration of her 100th birthday (July 25) with 100 roses, 100 cupcakes and every one of her grandchildren and great grandchildren were in attendance, as well as other family and friends.
Grace is survived by her loving family: grandchildren: Dale (Barb) Gould of Calgary, Denise (Trevor) Hayes of Calgary and Doug Gould (Eliana Agudelo) of San Francisco; great grandchildren: Brady Gould (Mikayla Gilbertson) of Camrose, Ashley Gould of Calgary, Cade Gould of Calgary, Zackary Hayes of Calgary, Morgan Hayes of Calgary, Samuel Hayes of Calgary and Avery Hayes of Calgary; son in law Jack Gould of High River; numerous nieces, nephews, other family and many dear friends. Grace was predeceased by her dear husband George Alwyn Richardson on December 30, 1991; beloved daughter Marlene Gould on March 7, 1998; sisters: Myrtle, Rose, May and Bessie; brothers Frank and Albert and great grandson Carter.
A funeral service for the late Grace Richardson was held on Monday, August 26, 2019 at the Knox United Church in Consort, Alberta with Rev. Ohwang Kwon officiating. Grace was laid to rest beside her dear husband George in the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Donations in memory are gratefully accepted to Lakeroad Cemetery or the Consort Hospital Auxiliary Society c/o Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium, P.O. Box 186, Castor, AB. T0C 0X0. To send condolences to Grace’s family, please visit www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com

Tribute To Grandma
By Doug Gould
The Village of Consort was incorporated in 1912. Just seven years later, on July 25, 1919 Grace Caswell was born. For the next 100 years, she made this community her home until she left us on August 20th, 2019. It’s only been a few days but we already miss her dearly. On behalf of our whole family, we would like to extend our sincere gratitude to the ladies at the lodge and extended care and to everyone who helped to care for her and treat her as family in the final years. We can’t express strongly enough how much we appreciate the care that Grandma received during the final decade of her life. The ladies at the long-term care are heroes who are entrusted with the well being of the people that we love the most.
We would also like to thank all of the friends and neighbors who would stop in for a visit to see Grandma when they were visiting their own relatives. We would like to make special mention of Bev Bauman and Elaine Cornelssen. From trips to Wainwright to helping with her finances, it seemed that no task or chore was too big or too small. You both did so much and we know that Grandma greatly appreciated your help. Our entire family does too and we can’t express our gratitude enough for all that you have done over so many years. From the perspective of someone who has moved away, I can say this is truly one of the treasures of a small community
Grandma Grace was born to Bill and Mildred Caswell and was the 6th of 7 children. Growing up, Grandma attended the Broadview School where she enjoyed being active playing sports. She especially enjoyed baseball and looked forward to the annual Sports Day where they would compete against neighboring schools. After school she would work in housekeeping for neighbors. In 1942 she married George Richardson and in 1946 Grandma gave birth to their only child – a daughter named Marlene. They lived on the farm south of town until 1981 when they moved into town. Grandpa and Grandma enjoyed traveling in retirement. They travelled across Canada and abroad on farm tours to places such as Hawaii and the South Sea Islands as well as Europe including Holland, France, Germany and England. They also loved camping. They bought a motor home and a little fishing boat and did lots of camping and fishing around Alberta and Saskatchewan. She also enjoyed curling in her younger years and then later floor curling as well as bowling for many years.
Out on the farm, Grandma and mom kept a huge and bountiful garden. It was a common sight each spring and summer to see her planting, watering and weeding. Even more hours spent each fall harvesting the fruits and vegetables, cutting beans, and shelling peas. This was the more gentle of the harvests. We all have distinct memories of being shoulder to shoulder with Grandma dipping the beaks of fluffy yellow baby chicks and the bloodbath and storm of feathers that occurred on chicken slaughter day. Spirits were not high on those days but the work got done.
With Mom being an only child we were especially close to Grandpa and Grandma Richardson. One of our strongest Christmas traditions was to spend Christmas Eve with Grandpa and Grandma Richardson. She would cook ham and her magical scalloped potatoes. We would eat quickly but the clean up seemed to last forever as we kids anxiously and impatiently waited to be able to open our gift from Grandpa and Grandma. Afterward, we would relocate to our house and Grandpa and Grandma would join us so that they could be there with us for Christmas morning.
We lost Grandpa George unexpectedly one Christmas as he passed suddenly on December 30th, 1991. Grandpa’s death was very hard for all of us but especially for Grandma. Grandma kept herself busy by volunteering her time at the “New To You” store and spending time playing cards and visiting at the Senior’s Drop in Center. A little over 6 years later, she would also lose her daughter, our mother, Marlene to chronic renal failure. Through mom’s sickness, Grandma was a pillar of strength although her death brought a darkness that would never fully lift.
But that is life. There are no guarantees and no promises. And character is determined by how one handles pain and adversity. And Grandma had character. I would like to deliver this last message to her seven great grandchildren who did not have the opportunity to know her as well as the rest of us. Never has a name suited someone so appropriately. Grace isn’t just a name. It is a noun meaning simple elegance. And that perfectly describes Grandma Grace. Simple elegance. Has a name ever fit so well? Not ostentatious elegance but simple elegance. She had a quiet pride in her appearance and her hair was just so, her clothing was just so. She had the manners and conduct of a lady. Simple elegance. Grace. She was also incredibly strong and occasionally stubborn but conducted herself with Grace. If this were a sports arena we could hang the name from the rafters today as she has perfected it.
The best thing that we can do to honor her life and legacy is to remember her and live our own lives with more Grace. Be strong, be humble, be grateful, be giving, be fair and be loving. Live with Grace and roll with the punches, live with adversity, become stronger, become better. Today is one of those difficult days. Live your life today, and every day that you have left…with Grace. She did it for 100 years and we are her legacy.
But beneath her simple elegance was a fire. She was stubborn and competitive. She was always sure to let you know that she caught the most fish and the biggest fish. She was fiercely competitive when it came to cards. We all learned very early that ‘a card laid is a card played’ and that negotiation was futile. She was a huge fan of the Edmonton Oilers and would shout, cheer and occasionally curse those great Boys on the Bus teams. Her passion for hockey spilled over to the local hockey rink where she was a super fan who would travel to Provincial tournaments and give herself bruises between her fingers from wringing her hands during tense games.
Her 100th birthday was celebrated nearly exactly one month ago. It was a wonderful day and a wonderful celebration attended by all her grand children, great grand children and many friends. She looked happy and radiant and I know that she felt the love. She received her letter from the Queen and others and with that milestone under her belt, she had nothing left to accomplish. And so she left us quietly and Gracefully in her sleep. Today represents the last page of her life’s book, but her story will carry on. A story of a wonderful and impactful life that was lived with Grace.

Wesley Allan Kropinske
April 17, 1933-Aug. 24, 2019

Wes was born and raised 3 ½ miles south of Consort. He was the youngest and last surviving of the George and Ethel Kropinske family.
Wes married Clara Mear of Provost in 1985 and they lived at the family farm until Wes retired from farming in 1992. They then moved to Lacombe, first to an acreage then to town in 2001. In October 2017 they made the big move to Campbell River on Vancouver Island to be closer to Jerry and his family, and of course to get away from the Alberta winters.
Wes entered a senior care home January 2019. It was here that he passed away Saturday, August 24, 2019.
Wes leaves behind his wife of 34 years, Clara. Four step children: Sheila (Darin) Hauck, Jerry (Bev) Mear, Elaine Johnstone, Bruce Mear. Eleven grandchildren: Ryan, Jackson, Mackenzie, Chad Hauck. Brad, Greg, Nick Mear. Andrew, William, Diana Johnstone. Dylan Kitzman (Duane). One sister in law Ella and many nieces and nephews.
Wes was predeceased by his parents, and all his siblings: Alfred, Merritt (Catherine), Earl, Leava (Bill) as well as step children Ron and Duane.
A private service will take place in Campbell River, BC.

Walter Fossum
Sept. 4, 1926 – Sept. 15, 2019

Walter Marwin Fossum was born on September 4, 1926, in the Naco Hospital. He was the only child of John and Esther Fossum. He was the son of a Blacksmith; a Tool and Die maker. He said, “My Father could fix just about anything”, and so could he. This skill was no small part of the reason he never needed to call anywhere but Consort his home. His words on being a child of the Great Depression, the Dust Bowl ‘30s: “We never considered ourselves poor because nobody had any money. We never went hungry.”
Being an only child could be lonely and what he liked most was visiting family and neighbours. That never changed. Riding horses and playing softball at school were favorite childhood activities. His last school year was at Roland, which he later turned into a museum with the Smiths and Sansregrets. He contracted pleurisy in 1942 and was hospitalized for 52 days. His lungs were his Achilles heel, a cross he bore with so little complaint you wouldn’t even know the hardship it added to his life.
As a young man, visiting and dances were his greatest pleasures. And he had made himself into a fine musician as well, violin in particular. He had his great adventure once he could get his own car, a ‘51 Ford, in ‘56. In ‘57 he drove to North Dakota with his mother and Hildus Fossum and had a great time with his cousins. Probably his only unrealized ambition was to be a Radio Announcer. His proudest achievement was “building up an attractive farm yard with good buildings”. He did.
“I wanted to get married, so I could have a life’s companion.” That was Doreen Osmond. He met this sweet piano teacher while visiting his cousin Glenn Haugen. They were married in six months, and inseparable during 46 years of marriage until his beloved wife went ahead, to ready a place for him, in 2013. They raised two children, and really, many more, at least in part. His happiest time was “seeing all the newborn calves in the pasture running around”. The most interesting times were “the bus tours we took”, mostly with their dear friends, Rose and Jack MacDonald.
They had a firm belief and faith, in and of, the Lord Jesus Christ, and lived what they loved. And he farmed. He farmed and farmed. Many years with the finest friends, neighbours, partners you could ever have, the Martin Friesen family. At 88 he would still knock off the odd field of hay. He loved his grandchildren, his relatives, his friends. Everybody liked him, respected him. He was a real man. We’re going to miss him.
~ A Farmers’ Farmer. RIP ~
Written by Les Fossum, son

Tribute
By Walter’s Granddaughters
This is a poem that always makes me think of my Grandad when I hear it. It’s so fitting, it was almost as though it was written for him.
So God Made A Farmer
By Paul Harvey
“And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!
“I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his daughter says she wants to spend her life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer.”

Grandad was a man of few words and lived a simple, happy life. He always had a way to make everyone smile. I remember many times he would get grandma in a dither over saying “piece of cake”, “yup”, “bah humbug” Or “uffda”. It was always comical hearing her reply “Oh Walter!”. It always made me giggle. I’ve definitely picked up on a few of his catchphrases.
This brings me to a story that my mom tells often. Grandad was very handy; he was a farmer, rancher, mechanic, plumber…but he was not a cook. Grandad could fix or build anything but he could not cook. He could hardly boil water, but could build a tractor. Mom recalls one day when she was out in the calving pasture and grandad called her from inside his house:
He says, “What are you doing?”
Mom said she was out tagging calves.
Grandad replies that he had made pizza so she better hurry in for some lunch.
Mom comes into the house and looks at the pizza on the pan, confused why it was upside down. She asks grandad what he did, thinking he dropped it.
He replies, “Well that’s how it came out of the box, there were no instructions.”
I had a smile on my face every time I was with my granddad. So many memories to recall, I’ll always remember going for rides in his Model A and him letting me drive around the farm. He loved the farm life but he also really enjoyed living in the lodge. Especially all the fun activities that Dina would have planned; he’d always let me know what the week had scheduled and reminded me that “hockey” was every Wednesday. That was the biggest work out I’d ever had playing against his team in hockey one week! I’ve never laughed so hard. I saw a competitive side of him I had never seen!
My grandad was a truly special man and will be so greatly missed by all of us.

A Tribute to Walter Fossum
By Don Metz
He was a farmer, living close to nature. Surrounded by natural life; God’s creation.
Also he was very much aware of Spiritual life and things eternal.
Walter was a faithful person to his church, and then when he was in the Consort Senior’s Lodge, he was very faithful in attending the church services there.
His life was one of trust and reliance on the Lord.
Walter and Doreen showed concern for our church as well, the little Full Gospel Church, often wondering how we were making out.
He was concerned about young people, and Veteran Camp, attending there at different times.
At our lodge services, he would ask for the song: “There is Power in the Blood”. It was evident that he loved lively songs. Songs that had a definite message.
As his strength began to fail; his life reminded us, that everything to do with this life is temporary!
Walter had his eye on things eternal, and may be follow his example.
Eternal life is available to everyone who will put their trust in Jesus Christ, as Lord and Saviour!

Service
A Celebration of Life was held on Saturday, September 21, 2019 at Knox United Church, Consort. Reverend OhWang Kwon officiated with a Special Message given by Pastor Don Metz. Recorded musical selections included “Go Rest High On That Mountain” and “Tennessee Waltz”. Organist, Mrs. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns: “The Old Rugged Cross”, “Power In The Blood” and “In The Garden”, led by the Knox United Church Choir. Pallbearers were Martin Friesen, Todd Friesen, Cavan Friesen, Jan Molendyk, Lawrence Haugen and Gilbert Haugen. Interment was at Butte Lutheran Cemetery.
Following the service, relatives and friends were invited to join the family for a light lunch and to continue sharing memories of Walter.

Robert “Bob” Glen Schooler
Sept. 24, 1941-Sept. 22, 2019

Robert “Bob” Glen Schooler, beloved husband, father, grandfather and brother, passed away after a lengthy and courageous fight on Sunday, September 22, 2019 at the age of 77 years.
Bob is survived by his loving wife of 45 years, Judy and his daughters, Tracy (Sean) Demers and Sandra Vonk. He is fondly remembered by his granddaughters, Elizabeth, Kathryn, Allison, Rowan and Quinn. He also leaves behind his two sisters, Shirley Mohl and Karen Kropinske and his brother, Fred Schooler.
His kindness, love, stubbornness and sense of humour will live on with those who knew and loved him.
A Celebration of Bob’s Life will be held at Cornerstone Funeral Home, 2825 – 32 Street South, Lethbridge, Alberta, on Saturday, October 5, 2019 from 1:00 P.M. to 3:00 P.M. with Patrick Siedlecki officiating.
In lieu of flowers, any donations to STARS Air Ambulance are greatly appreciated: www.stars.ca/ways-to-donate/ab
To send a condolence, please visit www.cornerstonefuneralhome.com

Joanne ‘Joey’ Mary Tkach Sieger
Feb. 13, 1956 – Oct. 18, 2019

Mrs. Joanne Mary ‘Joey’ Sieger, beloved wife of Mr. Wes Sieger of Coronation, Alberta, passed away peacefully, with her loving family by her side, at the Red Deer Hospice, Red Deer, Alberta on Friday, October 18, 2019 at the age of 63 years.
Joey was born on February 13, 1956, the fourth child born into the family. She was followed by two more brothers. Joey attended school through the years in Consort, Veteran and Coronation, Alberta. In Coronation, Joey met the love of her life, Wes Sieger, and was married to him on July 28, 1973. The couple took up residency on the Sieger Family Farm, northeast of Coronation, Alberta. On their second Wedding Anniversary, July 28, 1975, they were blessed with the birth of their oldest daughter, Misty. The family continued growing with the arrival of Robyn on May 12, 1978; Logan on March 4, 1982 and Ashley on February 20, 1984.
Joey was a hardworking, dedicated employee over the years at Food Town, L.&.C Bookkeeping, Kena Hardware and most recently in Food Services at the Coronation Hospital. She volunteered her time to numerous causes and organizations over the years. Joey was a dedicated Talbot Homemaker and enjoyed helping deliver Meals On Wheels. Most of all, Joey was a caring and nurturing wife, mother, grandmother, sister, sister-in-law, aunt and devoted friend. She loved hanging out with her children, her thirteen grandchildren and her one great grandchild. She would travel the Province to catch their hockey games, ball games, dance recitals, plays and music concerts. No place was too far to travel for her to enjoy her children or grandkids. The impending arrival of her second great grandchild brought her great joy, even in her last days.
Joey will be lovingly remembered by her husband of forty-six years, Wes Sieger; her four children: Misty and Conrad Schacher, Robyn Sieger and Jeff Lowe, Logan and Kelsey Sieger and Ashley and Dustin Duncan; her thirteen grandchildren: Garrett and Kayla, Makenna and Makenzie Schacher, Shayla Sieger, Tacey and Mylee Lowe, Jayda and Deken Sieger and Seth and Brooklyn Thies, Cienna and Elise Duncan; and her great grandchild, Maverick Schacher McMordie. She will also be sadly missed by her siblings: Greg and Vi Tkach, Terry and Robert Preston and Lory Tkach; as well as numberous family members and many dear friends. Joey was predeceased by her parents, Arlos and Elsie Tkach, two brothers, Dwayne and Patrick and her mother-in-law, Doris Sieger.
A Celebration of Joey’s Life was held at the Coronation Community Centre, Coronation, Alberta on Friday, October 25, 2019 at 11:00 a.m.
Condolences may be sent or viewed at www.coronationfuneralhome.ca.
Tribute
by Terry Preston
Hi everyone, I am Terry, as Joanne would say her most favorite and much older talented sister, she was the much prettier and much younger sister.
I‘d like to tell you some amazing things about Joanne. I think I’m the only one who calls her Joanne instead of Joey, only because she was Joanne when I got married and so to me remained the same. I’ve told her girls they may know her better but I have known her longer. When she was born we lived in Consort so she started her education there. When she was about 7 or 8 we moved to a farm south of Veteran. We lived there a short while, then moved to Veteran to a wee small house kitty corner to where Dad built our home from scratch, with the help of neighbours and us kids.
She was out-going and quick to start a friendship even at a young age. She was always out and about with the kids in town. She got along with everyone well just about everyone. I remember when Mom was working, Joanne and myself had to try and watch the little boys (Pat and Lory) there were a lot of fights and arguments which ended up with us either chasing them away or chasing after them, for some reason her and brother Pat did not get along. With a couple of years between them I think she thought that he stole her place as the youngest. Anytime we went somewhere in the car someone had to sit between them so they could not fight, luckily there were enough of us to take turns. Thankfully they grew up to be great friends.
Gramma Tkach, my Dad’s Mom, lived on a farm north of Veteran and as she aged she needed someone to stay with her so Joanne got the job. She also started to babysit the Tkach kids (Darryl, Brian, and Craig) as they lived just up the hill from Gramma. She was in popular demand to babysit, she loved kids.
She was one of the gang who started up the Veteran Eagle in the basement of Les Hainer’s teacherage. I remember Betty Homan, Danny Belair, Lorena Cornelius, Colleen Schetzsle, just to name a few, who were involved in this great venture, which only just stopped production a while ago.
In school she was great in sports, volleyball, basketball and she loved to curl. She was never afraid to step up and take a challenge. She really never let anything bother her too much.
When my daughter Jennifer was born, Joanne was going to be nice and come stay overnight so I might get some rest. She got a ride to our place on the school bus by Gerald Lang who was the driver at the time, but only ended up staying a while because I think a young guy named Wes came and picked her up. And I think we know what happened there.
Joanne had always been there for me, she was my best friend. We spent a lot of hours together. When she married Wes, she was only 10 minutes away so we spent a lot of time visiting. We took the kids to Capt Eyre for years for swimming lessons when they were little together. We shopped for school clothes together. All the things young mothers do.
When my daughter, Candice, was just small, she would babysit for me while I was in the field. I asked Candice how it was at Auntie Jo’s she said all she could remember was having to have a nap everyday. Anyone who knows Joanne knows how much she loves naps, it was nothing new.
As our lives progressed Joanne started to work in town. We didn’t do as much together as her kids went to school in Coronation and mine went to Brownfield so it took us in different directions. We still had time for tea every so often.
We would go picking berries but only if the berries could be milked off the branch. I can’t remember Joanne ever having a garden yet she always had an abundance of vegetables to can and fruit to process into jam, jelly or liqueur. People would phone, say they had extra vegetables and would she like some. She hated to say no, so away she would go to do her harvesting.
One thing that never changed was her patience or lack of. We were painting the inside of Mom and Dad’s house when they were away on a holiday. What a great surprise, we had been at it for a while when Joanne stated THIS ISN’T Fun ANYMORE. She moved on to do something else that needed getting done. There was a time when I was making lacy angel tree toppers that she thought were beautiful and she thought it was a good idea to make and sell them. So she went out and talked everyone into buying these angels. Well we got together to start making them; after not even one was done she said THIS ISN’T FUN ANYMORE. I made them myself. She was always willing to help anyone out no matter what.
Everyone who met Joanne had a story to tell.
When she was working at Kena hardware someone came in to buy a rifle. She talked and talked while she wrote up the purchase, I can’t remember why she was not supposed to have sold that rifle to that guy, but no problem she knew about his family, his job, his kids and that he was staying at the dam, away she went and got the rifle back.
She used to love playing Bingo. Her and Mom drove many miles and spent many hours going to bingo. Well she took Ann and myself to play bingo in Alliance. We had only played at the 4-H bingo at Talbot so didn’t know the rules. There are rules. She was upset with us not playing the right cards at the right time and talking, big no no. I went only once with Mom and Joanne. We got our cards and settled in to play. Little did I know bingo was not a place to visit. It’s bingo, it’s serious. I went to the washroom and when I got back she had moved all my cards to the end of the table by myself. So there sat her and Mom cigarette in one hand and dauber in the other. We were going to share if anyone won, which I did and no I did not share after all I was playing by myself.
As all who knew Joanne, she had a love and passion for the casinos. She wasn’t one to pass them by. And she pretty well always won, she was so lucky. When her, Robert and I went to Red Deer we would always stop at the casino before going home, whoever won enough had to buy supper. Joanne paid every time. She was lucky but also very generous; she would keep giving you money to keep playing when you were done. This way she could play longer and of course win more.
I put on a 60th birthday party for her and asked everyone to bring 60 of something, pennies, buttons whatever but wasn’t supposed to cost much. Those girls there were really creative, 60 tea bags, 60 timbits, 60 cookies, 60 candy kisses, 60 balloons blown up with candy in them, 60 loonies, 60 minutes of visiting, 60 prunes in a bouquet, a cake made of 60 depends and I gave her 60 cigarettes and I wrapped each cigarette carefully so they would not dry out. First in cling wrap then a piece of foil and made a pretty bouquet out of them. They turned out being rather hard to get into, so she waited for the grandkids to come over and un-wrap them for her.
We all have wonderful, mostly funny stories to tell about Joanne and I hope you will all share them with each other today. I am sure it would make her smile.
When I was up in Red Deer with Joanne I spent time in the chapel. There was a retired minister there one day giving a sermon and he said something that really hit home to me. He said you should say Thank-you not just to say thanks but to really mean Thank-you.
So this thank you is from me. I would like to present later a yellow rose of friendship to those people who I personally want to thank for being Joanne’s friend and for their support
– Ann for her nanaimo bars
– Wendy going to the country music awards
– Arlana sitting in cold hockey rinks
– Rena being a place to get away from things
– Wilma showing her how to knit dishcloths
– Peggy showing her how to clean and make beds
– Paula always having her back
There are many more but to me these women helped Joanne be the great person she was.
And lastly I want to thank Joanne – being my favorite sister and thanks for being a great friend.
I will miss her always and forever.

Victoria Almenia Schaffer “Vicki”
Dec. 21, 1918 – Oct. 24, 2019

Mom passed away peacefully in her sleep October 24, 2019.
Mom was a strong independent woman, that anyone who knew her can attest to. Her life began contradicting the Doctor, that said she wouldn’t likely make the night. Just wrap her up and keep her warm – not what her Dad wanted to hear. He kept her warm by the stove and fed her drops of brandy. I guess that is when her zest for life began.
After completing school, she set off on a lifetime of adventure. Her first job was housekeeping for a family in Vulcan. She was expected to sleep in the basement with the SPIDERS, she left the next day.
She then went to work at the Vulcan hospital where her friend was working. They heard of the shell factory in Ajax, ON recruiting young women from the west. Department of Defence paid their train fare from Alberta. In early 1944 she was on her way east. She returned home in 1945 just before the war ended after receiving word of her Dad’s failing health.
Ghost Pine Post Office & Store would be her next job, working for her sister and brother in law. It was here she met the love of her life, Leonard Schaffer. They were married June 4, 1947. They purchased a small farm at Carbon, both Darlene and Carolyn were born during this time. Not being able to expand their farm, they sold in 1953 and moved to Erskine. Dad apprenticed under his brother in law as a plumber.
In 1955 we moved to Consort – for just 2 years while the water and sewer were installed in the village. Mom hated to leave her brothers and sisters. By the time the job was complete they were permanent residents of Consort. During the 40+ years, Mom was involved in almost every community event that happened. She was an organizer and a get it done type woman. She held most offices in the RC Legion Auxiliary. She was always working at the rodeo food booth and supplying the girls with lemonade on those long hot days. She worked at the New To You store when it opened.
Mom’s life was the people around her. Most of her friends were life long. She loved to curl in the winter. A couple of generations of women gained their curling and bonspiel knowledge from Mom. Granny ‘spiels were the best. In the summer it was camping. Mom loved a bonfire. If you camped you could include all the things that were special–golfing, fishing and cards with friends.
When they retired, they would travel to the southern states in the winter. They holidayed with the same people that they camped and played cards with at home. Christmas was the time of year to renew the things that were special, this was her favorite season. Decorating could start anytime after November 11 and she was still fussing over the tree until the day it came down.
Mom moved to Medicine Hat a couple of years after Dad passed away. She loved the condo where she lived. Here she garnered a whole new group of friends that golfed in summer and played cards nearly every day. She was involved in all the seasonal decorating inside and out, as well as planning their special parties. When she wasn’t busy at home, she became Carolyn’s personal gardener. She painted the fence, planted flowers and even helped build a new patio, while wearing her white slacks that never got dirty. Her walker was her workhorse as she could load anything she needed on it. Once Mom moved to assisted living, she was not interested in taking part in their social functions, but she still loved to have company and her card games. We were still playing shortly before she passed away.
Vicki is survived by her loving daughters Darlene (Clifford) Healy of Brooks and Carolyn (Bud) Kawan of Medicine Hat; grandchildren: Leonard (Trish), Yvette (Curtis), Misty (Chris) and Jack (Nicole); great grandchildren: James, Kaid, Danica, Quinn, Theo, Sydney and Jordan, sister-in-law Emelia Polson; many nieces and nephews across Canada; as well as numerous other relatives and dear friends.
Vicki was predeceased by husband Leonard Schaffer; parents Henry and Mary Parr; three brothers and four sisters.
A Funeral Service was held on Saturday, November 2, 2019 at 2:00 p.m. at the Knox United Church in Consort with Rev. Ohwang Kwon officiating.
Memorial donations may be made to Lakeroad Cemetery or to a charity of your choice. Condolences may be sent to the family at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.
We will miss you Mom, Grandma and Great Grandma.
Thanks for being you.

Lila Letniak
Aug. 15, 1925 – Nov. 1, 2019

Celebrating The Life Of
Lillian “Lila” Lois (Tym) Letniak
Lila Letniak was born August 15, 1925 near Beauvallon, Alberta to her parents, Steven and Pearl Tym. She was the third oldest daughter of a family of 11 – 5 boys and 6 girls.
Lila graduated from New Myrnam High School in Myrnam, Alberta in June 1945. She attended Normal School (University of Alberta) in Edmonton for one year then received her Letter of Authority Teacher’s Certificate in 1946. She taught one year at King George School in Northern Valley, Alberta from September 1946-June 1947 with her brother, Peter Tym.
Lila met Bill Letniak on June 9, 1941 while visiting her sister and brother-in-law, Marie and James Letniak who lived near Hemaruka, Alberta. She accepted his marriage proposal and they were engaged on April 29, 1947. They were married on July 13, 1947 in Beauvallon, Alberta. They lived on the farm located 14 miles south of Loyalist, Alberta for 57 years.
Lila taught at Freda School from 1949 – 1951 then from 1956 – 1959; Hemaruka School from 1961 – 1967 Grades 4 & 6 and finally at Consort School from September 1967 – June 1984 Grades 2 & 3 and Grade 5. She retired in 1984 after 25 years of service for the Neutral Hills School Division.
Lila and Bill were blessed with two children – Lennard in August 1948 and Audrey in June 1954. Audrey became a registered nurse and retired after 40 years of service to Alberta Health Services. She married Douglas Miller in March 1986 and they live in Red Deer, Alberta.
Lila loved Jesus and liked to read religious and other books and study her Bible daily. She was an active member of the Loyalist S.D.A. Church and served as teacher for children’s division of Sabbath School and was a church pianist until she sold and moved from the farm in 2005.
Lila moved to Royal Oak Village in Lacombe, Alberta on July 3, 2005, then to assisted living at Royal Oak Manor in 2011 when she was diagnosed with early dementia. Audrey and Doug moved her to Maple Cottage in Red Deer, Alberta on October 25, 2016. She had a major stroke on November 26, 2018. After a brief hospital stay at Red Deer Regional Hospital Centre, she returned to Maple Cottage and was lovingly cared for until her passing on November 1, 2019. She was 94 years of age.
Lila will be lovingly remembered by her daughter Audrey (Doug) Miller of Red Deer; brother Bill Tym of Denair, California; sisters Ruth (George) Phillips of Walla Walla, Washington and Josephine (Lovyl) Marian of Edmonton; her sister-in-law and dear friend, Elizabeth Tym of Lacombe; as well as numerous nieces, nephews and friends. She was predeceased her parents, Steve and Pearl Tym; brothers Mike, Sam, Peter and Alex Tym; sisters Esther Polishuk, Sophie Norhton and Marie Letniak; son Lennard in 1991; husband Bill in 2004; nephew Mervyn Letniak; sister-in-law Susan Letniak; and brothers-in-law Andrew and James Letniak.
A Celebration of Lila’s life was held on November 14, 2019 at the Lacombe Community S.D.A Church. The service was followed by a light lunch and refreshments. Interment took place in the family plot at Lake Road Cemetery (north of Consort) on November 15.
Life Sketch of Lila Letniak
Read by Ann Tym
Lila Letniak was born August 15, 1925 at Naughton Glen, Alberta. She was the third daughter in a family of 6 girls and 5 boys who grew up at the homestead of Steve and Pearl Tym near Beauvallon, Alberta. At age 91, because of Lila’s declining health, Maple Cottage in Red Deer became her home until her passing on November 1, 2019. She was 94 years old.
After completing Grade 12 at New Myrnam High School in 1945, Lila attended Normal School (University of Alberta) in Edmonton for one year and received her Letter of Authority Teacher’s Certificate. She taught for one year at King George School in Northern Valley, Alberta from 1946-47 with her brother Peter.
Lila met William (Bill) Letniak while visiting her sister Marie and brother in-law James Letniak near Hemaruka, Alberta on June 9, 1941. They corresponded by letters throughout World War 2 during which time Bill was a conscientious objector at Camp Giekie near Jasper National Park. He worked with a crew building a tote road along the Miette River. Bill and Lila dated after the war was over and she accepted his marriage proposal on April 29, 1947. They were married July 13, 1947 at Beauvallon, Alberta and they lived on the same farm 14 miles south of Loyalist, Alberta for 57 years.
Bill raised Purebred Hereford cattle and grain and Lila stepped into her role as farm wife and raised chickens, milked cows and grew a large garden for many years. Bill and Lila were blessed with two children: Lennard born in August, 1948 and Audrey in June, 1954.
Lila enjoyed entertaining family and friends and sharing a delicious home cooked meal with them. She baked wholesome whole wheat bread, 60% whole wheat and white buns, cinnamon rolls, sponge cakes, apple and other fruit pies, Dad’s and oatmeal raisin cookies, squares and doughnuts. Audrey and Lennard enjoyed eating the “candy” left at the bottom of the cinnamon roll pan. Both often stood close to the stove with their spoons ready to scoop up the gooey drippings – sometimes arguing as to who would get the first spoonful! Lila sometimes made baked perogies out of bread or bun dough and filled them with cottage cheese and potatoes and as a special treat, a few of them were filled with plums. She also made tasty soups, casseroles – especially yummy macaroni and cheese with onions and tomato soup thinned with milk and cracker crumbs on top and, of course, cabbage rolls and borscht. A frequent Friday evening favorite family dessert was baked rice pudding with lots of raisins and a custard topping. Lila also canned fruits in season and preserved vegetables from her garden for the winter months.
In addition to serving as mother and farm wife, Lila also enjoyed her career in teaching. She taught at Freda School from 1949-1951 and 1956-1959; Hemaruka School from 1961-1967 at which time the school closed; and lastly Consort School from 1967-1984. Lila retired from teaching at the end of June 1984 after 25 years of service for the Neutral Hills School Division.
A few of her former students are in attendance today at her funeral to attest to their love and respect for her as their teacher.
Lila loved flowers of all kinds but some of her favorites were pansies and petunias. Bill created flower beds on the east and south sides of their home where she planted many petunias, pansies and a few marigolds. She saved rain water so she could water them freely. For several years, she also had a large lilac bush next to her flower beds.
Lila loved to play Scrabble and Tri-Ominos, mostly with family members. She also liked to disk at Hemaruka Community Hall and attend social gatherings there. She made friends easily and enjoyed striking up a conversation with strangers wherever she went.
Being a bit of a social butterfly she kept an up-to-date address book with friends’ and families’ names, phone numbers and addresses in it. She also kept track of birthdays and anniversaries and would regularly phone people to wish them Happy Birthday or Happy Anniversary often singing the greeting to them. She enjoyed writing letters and sending cards and receiving them back. Many earlier letters were written while she rode the school bus home from Consort.
Bill and Lila celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary on July 13, 1997 in Veteran, Alberta with all but one of their wedding attendants present. Lila was even able to wear her wedding gown for the occasion. The highlight of this event was a humorous song sung by their daughter, Audrey Miller, detailing how they met and other events in their married life.
Lila loved to travel and she took great delight in vacations and trips that she and Bill took with Audrey and Doug to Alberta and BC National mountain parks as well as other locations. Trips with James and her sister Marie Letniak were also enjoyed traveling through the northwestern States, and parts of BC, stopping to visit friends along the way. For a number of years, Lila took great pleasure in the “surprise” trips that her niece, Ellen, organized for her and her sister Marie. They never knew where they were going in advance, but delighted in exploring a variety of new locations throughout Alberta.
Lila was an active member of the Loyalist S.D.A. Church. She was a Children’s Sabbath School Teacher and a church pianist for several years. She loved to sing songs, especially hymns, and frequently sang duets with Audrey for church. Lila’s faith in God was strong and she enjoyed reading the Bible daily until she had her stroke and her vision declined.
After Bill passed away in July 2004, Lila remained on the farm for a year after which the farm was sold. She moved to Royal Oak Village in Lacombe in July 2005 to live closer to her daughter, Audrey, as well as other family members and friends. In July 2011, Lila was diagnosed with early dementia and was moved to the assisted living side of Royal Oak Manor. She lived there until October 24, 2016.
Realizing that her mother needed closer attention, Audrey and husband, Doug, moved her to Maple Cottage, a private seniors’ extended care home in Red Deer in October 2016. The staff soon became fond of her and lovingly cared for her.
In November, 2018, Lila suffered a major stroke and over the next 11 months, life was difficult and compromised for her. There was some progress in healing but in spite of that, she was mostly restricted to her bed. During this time, Audrey was her personal physiotherapist, cheerleader and advocate. She responded well to physical touch and loved holding hands with Audrey as well as receiving her kisses on the forehead.
Lila’s physical condition took a turn for the worse October 26 and gradually deteriorated over the next few days. Audrey was with her when she passed away Friday afternoon, November 1.
She loved Jesus and rests secure in the blessed hope that many of us have – that when Jesus comes again to this earth, all things will be made new.
Her unconditional love, sense of humor, smiles and dauntless spirit will be greatly missed.

Jack McCuaig
July 9, 1928 – Dec. 5, 2019

John (Jack) Clifford McCuaig passed away peacefully on December 5, 2019 in Edmonton at the Jasper Place Long Term Care Facility.
Jack was born on July 9, 1928 in Consort, the son of John and Evelyn McCuaig of Monitor. He is survived by his children, Margaret (Dan), John (Cathie), Gerry, Malcolm (Irene) and Laura (Dave), ten grandchildren and two great grandchildren. He is also survived by his sisters Marty, Kathleen, Marjorie and Norah and brothers Neil, Allan, Bill and Rod. He was predeceased by his wife of 64 years, Dorothy, his parents, his sister Janet, brothers Gordon and Don, ‘special’ sibling Bunty Baxter and brothers-in-law Heath Gordon, Jack Brosinsky, Bob Butt and George Greenfield.
A Celebration of Life will be held Saturday, January 11th at 2:30 p.m. St. Timothy’s Anglican Church, 8420 – 145 Street, Edmonton.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to: The Pilgrims Hospice Society, #104, 15023 – 123 Ave., Edmonton, AB. T5V 1J7

Rudy Krauss
Jan. 20, 1926 – Dec. 9, 2019

Rudy Krauss passed away on December 9, 2019 at the age of 93 years. He was born, the ninth of twelve children, to Gottfried and Mary Krauss on the family homestead just east of Mazenod, SK. He happened to be working in Compeer the summer of 1948 when Erna Roesler returned after having lived in Saskatoon for two years. They met that summer and were married March 12, 1949. After Erna’s parents sold out, Rudy and Erna took over the farm and over the next 25 years raised four children, Dwight, Jaline, Myrna and Bevin. The subsequent nine grandchildren and eight great grandchildren provided him with a never ending source of pride and joy.
During the children’s early years (the fifties) time and money (even in tough times) was set aside for trips to the Okanagan or camping/fishing trips to one of the many beautiful spots Saskatchewan has to offer. Sunday’s were special to Rudy and attendance at church was not an option. As an elder in the Compeer United Church continuous support was provided for the yearly rotation of student ministers which included many conversations and advice to reduce the culture shock experienced by those boys from the East. In the summer church was often followed by a picnic and Rudy truly enjoyed those Sunday afternoons playing ball with other church members or just plinking gophers with his sons in the south pasture. Games of cards with friends, square dancing, curling and hockey occupied much of the time during the long cold winters. Rudy loved hockey and ball and played both well into his forties. As a goaltender for the Allsorts in the 60’s he won the “Vezina” many years in a row and was finally given permanent possession of the trophy. Conversations could always be stuck around his Maple Leafs, Blue Jays or the Roughriders. Rudy loved music and was very proud of the fact that he was called as a twelve year old to sing in the adult church choir in his hometown. He played the violin and into his fifties learned to play the trombone in the local marching band even though “he couldn’t read a note of music”.
In the early 60’s Rudy earned his mechanics license and worked many winters in the garage in Compeer eventually trying his hand at co-owning a shop in Altario. During the 70’s he worked at the Neil Galloway farm and then in the 80’s forward the Rick Strankman farm. And as what tended to happen, he became “grandpa” to their children. Rudy was very proud of his time spent with the KAC Lions and of the club’s many accomplishments.
The love of travel led Rudy and Erna to Europe, the Caribbean and points throughout Canada and United States, including Yukon, Northwest Territories and Alaska. Beginning in 1985, they were able to spend fourteen winters in Apache Junction, Arizona. Over the last few years of Erna’s life, their travel provided Rudy and Erna with many happy hours of remembering places, travel partners and the many new friendships.
Over the last eight and a half years Rudy, as what tended to happen, found a new “family” at Caleb Village in Kindersley. Here he was provided with many new friendships and hours and hours of playing cards, games, pool and gardening.
Rudy was predeceased by wife Erna, son Bevin and grandson Graham. He is lovingly remembered by Dwight (Gisele), Jaline, Myrna (Nancy), grandchildren Erika, Meghan, Rachel, Richard, Rebecca, Pamela, Kristin, Brett, eight great grandchildren, brothers Merv and Ray, and numerous nieces and nephews.
A Memorial Service and Interment will be held at Compeer in June. In lieu of flowers or other tributes, memorial donations may be sent to the charity of the donors choice.

Kevin Michael Sortland
May 4, 1958 – Dec. 10, 2019

Kevin Michael Sortland passed away peacefully with family by his side on December 10, 2019 at the age of 61 at Red Deer Regional Hospital.
Kevin was the second child born to Donald and Shirley Sortland on May 4, 1958 in Edmonton, Alberta. He moved with his parents to Toronto in 1971. He returned to the Red Deer area in 1987.
Kevin was an outdoorsman. He loved fishing, rafting, nature and long walks through the woods. He liked to grow flowers. He enjoyed playing guitar and wrote a few songs. He loved his two cats, Snuggly and Kitty. He enjoyed reading nature articles and wrote a few articles for magazines. He did window cleaning for many years. Kevin enjoyed a good laugh. He had a really good sense of humour.
Kevin will be sadly missed by his mother Shirley, his sisters Donna (Mario) and Sandra. His nieces Chanelle (Marc), Kaylene (Chris), his nephews Jason and Kyle.
Thank you to the doctors and nurses in Emergency and Unit 22 at Red Deer Regional Hospital.

Eulogy
Presented by
Chanelle Schubert
Kevin loved being on the water, I think being on the water brought him peace and joy; and he loved sharing it with the people that he loved. I will share his life like the flow of water: The glacier, the river, and the ocean.
The Glacier – his childhood
The joy that Kevin would bring to this world started before he even breathed his breath of air. One day, his mom Shirley told his sister Donna that soon she would have a baby brother or sister, and it was important not to tell anyone; well, Donna was elated, she couldn’t possibly keep it in and she told the first person that she saw! This moment illuminates the joy that Kevin brought to the people that he loved.
On May 4th, 1958 Kevin was born in Edmonton, Alberta; the first and only boy of Don and Shirley Sortland. Donna and Kevin were both blessed with another baby sibling, Sandra; and her arrival to the world made their family complete. I am not sure if my Granny, told Kevin or Donna about this baby before she showed up; we already know that Donna couldn’t keep baby siblings a secret.
Kevin (from what I hear) was a very funny and joyful child; he loved to put a smile on his family’s faces. A story that both Donna and Shirley shared with me, took place when Kevin was about 5 years old, at Christmas time. Kevin dressed up as Santa Claus, collected all of Sandra and Donna’s toothbrushes, combs, and brushes and wrapped them in dish towels; and he would pass them out to his family saying MERRY CHRISTMAS with a beaming smile.
The three kids had lots of fun in the garden that their mom planted, they would play hide and sneak in the farm; and Kevin loved to pull a carrot out of the ground brush it off and chomp on it with a satisfied grin.
Once our cousin Janet and Kevin were floating on an air mattress on the water, and Janet told Kevin that she didn’t know how to swim; he didn’t believe her and tried (I repeat tried) to toss her in the water, and she grabbed hold of his neck and held on for dear life. He was pretty scratched up and he loved to tell this story throughout his life.
My Grandpa, Don, was an avid storyteller, and it was a blessing to hear him retell the stories of his children’s childhood. One of his favourite stories to tell me, was about the canoe adventures that he took with his family in Ontario; after they moved to Toronto in 1971. He shared about how they would follow maps, portage, chase off bears, and enjoy camp food. I am sure that it was these times on the river that had Kevin fall in love with the water.
The River- his adolescence and early adulthood
Kevin took up guitar in his youth, and it was a pleasure to hear him strum and sing on the guitar. He taught himself such a range of songs, from heartbreaking to silly. And even sometimes he would teach his nieces and nephews songs that should never be sung at school; and secretly, he hoped that they would sing them at school. (Sometimes we did!) Again, I believe he lived to bring joy to the world.
Kevin first became an uncle to his nephew Jason, my dad; and he loved spending time with my Dad and sharing his knowledge with him (sometimes to my Grammy’s chagrin). My Dad carved wood at two years old, and by the time my Dad was four, he knew how to trap and skin an animal; all thanks to Uncle Kevin.
In 1987, he returned to Alberta with his parents; and together they lived on a farm just outside of Red Deer. Kevin loved the farm, and it was easy to love; you were surrounded by nature and animals, had a clear view of the stars, it had enough space for loads of visitors, and it was so peaceful.
At the farm, Kevin would often entertain his visitors; he would build massive bonfires in the summer, set up a skating rink in the winter, teach them the difference in animal tracks and go cross country skiing. One year I convinced him to pull me around on a toboggan, while I pretended I was Santa Claus and that he was my reindeer. Kevin loved to bring his nieces and nephews on drives, and he let us drive on the fields at a pretty young age; he said it didn’t matter if our feet could reach the pedals or not.
Kevin also started a window cleaning business and would spend hours working on his tan as he meticulously cleaned windows. One of his favourite treats after being in the sun was homemade lemonade and cookies made by Granny (he probably loved them so much because Granny has a PhD in baking). Granny shared what a bright light was for her, as he’d walk in the door and say “Hi Granny”.
Kaylene (his niece) shared a time that she spent with Kevin floating down the river, and they spotted an Eagles nest; he then regaled her stories about where else he has seen animals on the banks of that river. He loved to share his knowledge about the outdoors, and even wrote some articles for Nature magazines.
The Ocean – his late adulthood
Kevin had a real love for animals, and on a bitterly cold winter day he came upon a shivering kitty; he brought her indoors (named her kitty) and to his surprise she birthed a kitten of her own (who he named Snuggly). Kevin loved sneaking treats to pets – whether they were his or not. Whenever I brought my dog Weasley for a visit, he wouldn’t leave Kevin’s side, hoping that he would get another treat “accidentally” dropped out of Kevin’s hands.
Four years ago, we almost lost Kevin; and clearly, God had other plans for his time on Earth. In the last five years, Kevin took many more rafting trips. It seems he soaked in as much nature, love and life that he could. My husband and I were lucky to take one of these trips with him, and I can see what Kevin loved about the water. The sheer peace and the beauty of the world.
Kevin loved his brother in law Mario and was eager to get time together to talk! When Kevin started talking, sometimes he couldn’t stop, and Mario sometimes had to turn up the music as a not so subtle hint that he was yacking too much. I think Kevin viewed this as a competition and just shared his stories at a louder volume. This happened recently when they went on a road trip to Jasper; which included Kevin, Mario, Donna, Sandra and Kyle. Kevin brought Kyle rafting on pyramid lake. Again, sharing the beauty of the world with his family. These moments will be absolutely treasured.
On December 10th, Kevin passed away; and in the moments of grief it can be hard to say goodbye, through sharing our stories and memories of Kevin, his spirit of joy will live on. Thank you Uncle, for the joy you brought to the world, to our family and to me. We love you and we miss you.
Enjoy canoeing with Grandpa in heaven.

Don Kozlinski
June 17, 1931 – Dec. 13, 2019

Don Kozlinski was born June 17, 1931 on the Kozlinski homestead to Simon and Stephania Kozlinski, the fifth child of six, there he resided till 1963.
Don was schooled at Kilo, walking, riding horseback or by horse and buggy or sleigh. He enjoyed his school years but after Grade 9 he went threshing with Clint Johnson. Don was very interested in ranching and raising Hereford cattle and was later rewarded in 1998 with the Alberta Commercial Cattleman of the Year by the Alberta Hereford Association.
His love of rodeo started in the fifties. He tried all the events but saddle bronc; settled on bareback riding, steer wrestling and wild horse race. Albert and Alec Laye were his travelling buddies, forming a life-long friendship.
Don and Marjorie West were married November 9, 1963. They resided in Provost until 1965, then bought the Ferdinand Mouly ranch in 1966 and there they raised their son Lonnie born in 1965 and daughter Patti arrived in 1967.
Don had many talents which served him well over the years when money was scarce. He managed to repair and weld machinery, wired homes for electricity, installed plumbing and was the barber for his neighbors. Sewed many Western shirts for relatives and friends, also knitted sweaters and socks.
Don had all the time in the world when it came to his children. He never left the yard without one or both riding in the tractor or truck, always had time to saddle a pony or teach them driving in the old stick shift pickup.
Later when the grandchildren arrived he was so fortunate to have them all nearby. He was blessed to be able to see them grow up and become very kind and thoughtful adults. Great-granddaughter Hallie made his day when she came to visits – he was so thankful.
Don and Marjorie went to many Canadian Final Rodeos in Edmonton with their good friends Albert and Helen Laye. They also ventured to Las Vegas National Finals which provided many wonderful memories.
Don’s love of sports was evident all his life; besides rodeo he loved playing hockey when young, enjoyed playing hockey from his armchair in his older years, coached many Oiler games – sometimes with a little too much enthusiasm.
Don was always available to help neighbors at calving and harvest times. Branding days he was eager to help out; he enjoyed the visiting, eating and cold drink at the end of the day.
Hereford bull sales kept him busy travelling which meant meeting up with all the Hereford ranchers in Alberta. Lots of life-long friendships formed at these sales. When the catalogs arrived he studied them for months; they would be worn out with his notations.
Don was always optimistic no matter if the pastures and crops were dried out there was always going to be a better day ahead – he felt the same way about his illness.
Don appreciated each and every visit to him by relatives and many friends during his long stay in hospital, it made the days so much better for him.
Don will be lovingly remembered and dearly missed by his wife Marjorie of 56 years, son Lonnie (Kim), daughter Patti (Jeff), grandchildren Karli Faux (Justin), Morgan Sortland (Morgan), Aron, Alecia Frame (Spencer), and great-granddaughter Hallie Faux; sister-in-law Jean Gibson (Mac), brother-in-law Ron West (Isabelle) and his many nieces, nephews and friends.
Predeceased by his parents Simon and Stephania; sister Julia Deacon (Art); brother Albert (Shirley); brother Johnny (Eva); brother Walter; sister Mary Gilbertson (Jim); in-laws Fred and Julia West; sister-in-law Helen Hawtin (Reg); brother-in-law Floyd West (Phyllis); nephews-in-law Randy West, Bev Hawtin and Ross West; grandnephew-in-law Philip West; and nieces-in-law Wendy Knox and Allyce Hawtin.

Thank You
The family of Don Kozlinski would like to thank all of you who were so supportive during Don’s illness and recent bereavement.
We would like to thank Dr. Wang, Dr. Malan, Dr. Erasmus and all the nurses and staff at the Provost Health Centre for the exceptional care he was given during his long stay in the hospital.
Thank you to the ambulance attendants for the many trips Don was in your care. Thank you to the Consort Home Care team of Ione and Leslie who took excellent care of Don, and he enjoyed their visits. Thank you to those who brought food to our home, those who sent the beautiful floral arrangements and also for the many phone calls and beautiful cards and donations – your thoughtfulness is greatly appreciated and will long be remembered.
Special thanks to Rev. Greg Parker for his kind and supportive words at Don’s funeral. Sincere and heartfelt thank you to Pat and Charlotte Gilmer, Isabelle West and Gordon Kloberdanz for the beautiful music they played and sang for Don at the hospital and his funeral; it is greatly appreciated.
Special thank you to Lonnie for the eulogy of his father, also to Morgan and Karli for sharing their beautiful memories of their grandfather.
Thank you to Jeremy and staff at Gregory’s Funeral Home for their professional and compassionate services they provided to our family.
Thank you Kathy for providing the fantastic lunch, thank you Bernard for providing the beef – you knew Don would have to have that great Alberta beef.
The love, care and support from everyone will stay in our hearts and memories forever.
Marjorie, Lonnie, Kim, Aron, Alecia, Spencer,
Patti, Jeff, Karli, Justin, Hallie, Morgan & Morgan

David George Vetter
March 11, 1929-Dec. 16, 2019

David George Vetter was born on March 11, 1929 in Coronation, Alberta and passed away in the Consort Hospital and Care Centre on December 16, 2019 at the age of 90 years.
Dave was the third child and only son of Bannard and Josie Vetter. He grew up on the family farm near Veteran and attended Stella School. After leaving school Dave stayed on the farm working with his dad. He spent one winter working in Calgary but said that when spring arrived, he missed the farm and returned home.
One day while attending a baseball game Florence Levie caught Dave’s eye and the rest became history. They were married on November 9, 1951, a marriage that lasted just short of 60 years. They began their marriage by purchasing a farm near Dave’s family farm and Dave continued to farm, along with his dad. Two children, daughter Dolores and son Floyd completed the family. In addition to farming Dave worked at the Veteran Auction Market for many years. He was also a long-time member of the Veteran Lions Club.
Dave always had a love for horses and rodeo, so summers saw the family attending local rodeos and gymkhana events. Dave was a member of the Veteran Gymkhana Club for many years. During these years he started racing pony chariots, a sport he loved. His favorite trip was going to Oklahoma City to attend the National Finals Rodeo, this trip was the start of his collection of NFR buckles, a collection he was very proud of.
Eventually Floyd took over the family farm and Dave and Florence retired and moved to Veteran. Dave decided he needed more to do so in addition to helping on the farm when needed he went to work at the fertilizer plant where he continued to work for several years. Dave also became interested in local politics and served two terms on town council.
After Florence passed away Dave moved to the Consort Lodge. Always having been very social, he soon was enjoying all the activities at the lodge. He was very excited when Global News came to the lodge and did a report on their chair hockey teams. Dave made sure we all knew when it would be featured on the news so we could see his television debut. The lodge became home and the residents and staff his friends. Many hours were spent visiting, playing games, bingo and crib which was his favorite. He found a crib partner when Ed moved in and they played most evenings. Dave had a sweet tooth and there was always a dish of toffees on his table to be shared with the staff, doctors or with anyone stopping in for a visit.
Dave enjoyed spending time with family and was always interested in what everyone was up to. We could always count on Dave to lend a helping hand with whatever we needed. His grandchildren have special memories of him being at hockey games, taking them hunting, teaching them the game of crib, or going fishing. As great grandchildren arrived, he had new hockey players, curlers, baseball players, mutton busters and barrel racers to keep track of.
Dave was predeceased by his wife Florence; parents Bannard and Josie Vetter; sisters Marie Bishell, Naomi Farris, and Rosemary Kelts; nephew Wayne Bishell and niece Connie Mogck.
Dave is survived by daughter Dolores (Pat) Cuthbertson; son Floyd (Sheila) Vetter; grandchildren Jeff (Michelle) Cuthbertson, Kelly Vetter, Carley (Chad) Wittmack; great grandchildren, Presley and Tate Cuthbertson, Raina and Weston Wittmack; brother in law Ervin (Rita) Levie; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and many dear friends.
A funeral service for the late David George Vetter was held on Wednesday, January 8, 2020 at the Veteran Community Hall, Veteran, Alberta. Donations in memory are gratefully accepted to Consort Long Term Care c/o Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium, P.O. Box 186, Castor, Alberta T0C 0X0, who were entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements. To send condolences to the family, please visit www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com

Card of Thanks
Dave’s family wishes to thank: Everyone for their visits, phone calls, cards and donations, your caring means so much to us. All those that helped with or took part in the service for Dad, the amazing lodge and home care staff for the great care Dad received in his years at the Consort Lodge. Thank you to the doctors and nursing staff at the Consort Hospital and Care Center for keeping Dad comfortable and cared for in the weeks he was there. Also to Parkview Funeral Chapels for your kindness and compassion during this difficult time.
The Families of
Dave Vetter

Donald David “Don” Clark
April 22, 1939-Dec. 25, 2019

Donald David Clark was born on April 22, 1939 in Crossfield, Alberta to Richard and Evelyn Clark. The family made their way back to the Altario area where the family originally resided. Don was the eldest of 5 kids and always kept his family busy and full of laughs.
Don met Marion at Compeer, Alberta in 1959 and they were married in 1960. They lived in Altario for the beginning of their marriage. They welcomed their first child, Karen in 1965 and their second Kevin in 1966. Their family was complete in 1977 with their third addition, Richard.
After moving to the family farm, Don kept busy with the farm, the construction company, Clark Construction, as well as various hobbies such as tractor pulling, sledding, curling, and discussing political topics with neighbours. Don was well versed in many trades and was capable of fixing or completing almost any job. Don’s greatest joy in life was his grandchildren and great grandchildren.
Sadly, Don passed away unexpectedly on December 25, 2019 at the Provost Health Centre at the age of 80 years.
He is survived by his wife, Marion; children, Karen (James) Zimmer, Kevin (Roxanne) Clark, and Richard; grandchildren, Brandon (Christine) Zimmer, Bailey (Tyson) Kemery, Danielle (Matt) Perry, Ryan Clark, Layne Clark, Travis Clark, Matraca Clark, Hunter Clark and Brock Clark; great grandchildren, Connor and Adam Zimmer, Lila and Hazel Kemery; brother, Wayne (Holly) Clark; and sister, Audrey (Glen) Lineham; as well as various nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.
Don was predeceased by his parents, Richard and Evelyn; brother, Doug; and sister, Shirley.

Ronald Bruce Crowther
1933 – 2019

Ron passed away peacefully at the age of 86 on December 21, 2019. He was born in Consort, Alberta to Walter and Esther Spencer. He was one of 14 children. His father passed away in a tragic accident when Ron was a young child. Due to the conditions at the time, the family was separated.
Ron was adopted by Samuel Crowther and he lived in Strathmore until Sam passed away in 1951. After finishing high school in Strathmore, he moved to Calgary. He got a job at Electrical Contracting and Machinery where he worked as a salesman for 42 years. He was reunited with his family in 1972 and enjoyed reconnecting with his siblings during many family reunions. His life revolved around his family and the community.
Ron was predeceased by 10 siblings, and granddaughter Emma. Ron is survived by his loving family: wife Mary of 62 years, sons Mike, Kirk (Cheryl), daughters Janet (Gene) and Kristine (Bruce). He is also survived by 5 grandchildren: Louis (Vicki), Brendan (Kayann), Aiden (Beth), Katie, and Bryn.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Heart and Stroke Foundation or the Alzheimer Society of Calgary.

Ron Mitchell
May 9, 1936 – Dec. 27, 2019

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the sudden passing of Ronald Gordon Mitchell of Wetaskiwin, Alberta, on December 27, 2019.
Ron was born May 9, 1936 at Milden, Sk., to Fred and Nellie Mitchell. Mr. Mitchell worked as a store clerk. In 1940, the family moved to Kirriemuir, where his dad ran the Pool Elevator. Due to ill health, Mr. Mitchell had to retire and the family moved to Monitor in 1948.
In 1948, Ron being twelve years old, started work. Elmer Johnson bought a cow, which Ron milked. Before school, he and brother Lorne and sister Sharon delivered milk to the town’s people for ten cents a quart.
Ron’s dad came to the barn, using a rope and his cane. He was able to assist, advise and encourage the boys.
As Ron grew older, he could be found working for farmers and ranchers in the area. He learned to accept challenges. A rancher said he could have a pig for wages while working on the ranch. Upon arriving at the pen, the pigs were up to their ears in mud. Ron wasn’t giving up. He removed his rubber boots and pants and got his pig. The rancher said, “I didn’t think you had enough guts to do it. Take another one,” so Ron went home with his prizes.
In later years, Ron moved to Bashaw, where he had his own little dairy farm. He also worked as a crop and hail adjuster for an insurance company.
Upon retirement, he moved to Wetaskiwin where he and Marie enjoyed entertaining friends and neighbors as they listened to stories.
Left to mourn Ron’s passing are his faithful friend, Marie, his daughters, Laurel (Scott) and Colleen (Curtis), sister Sharon, step-children Teresa (Dean), Jeannie (John) and Alec (Gloria), as well as many grandchildren, great grandchildren and friends.
Ron was predeceased by his parents, Fred and Nellie Mitchell, brother Lorne, brother-in-law Art and many aunts and uncles.
The Memorial Service was held Saturday, January 4, 2020 at 2 p.m. at the Salvation Army Church, Wetaskiwin. Officiating were Lieutenant Yves Bolduc and Lieutenant Vivian Mag. Alec Roberts was the eulogist. Eddy Ference was the musician. A memorial slideshow was presented. Following the service, friends joined the family for a time of fellowship and refreshments. Interment will be at a later date at the Bashaw Cemetery, Bashaw, Alberta.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Stollery Children’s Hospital, 8440 – 112 St., Edmonton, AB.  T6G 2B7 or to the Heart and Stroke Foundation, 5241, Calgary Trail N.W., # 144, Edmonton, AB. T6H 5G8.
May the following poem be encouraging:
The Broken Chain
We little knew that morning
That God was going to call
your name;
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose
you,
You did not go alone;
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us peaceful
memories
Your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.