March 29, 1954-Jan. 2, 2017
Stephen Dale Vert was born on March 29, 1954 in Consort, Alberta. He was the third of six children born to Albert and Mary Vert.
On June 4, 1977, Steve married the love of his life, Lorinda Ference, and together they raised their three children on their farm that they pioneered in 1983.
With his wife by his side, Steve passed peacefully away on January 2, 2017 in Red Deer, Alberta at the age of 62 years.
Steve will be forever missed and lovingly remembered by his wife of almost 40 years, Lorinda; children, Stephanie Phillips and her children Austin & Kaylee; Danita (Michael) Dmetrichuk and their children, Caiden, Mariska & Emersyn; Dallas (Natasha) Vert and their children, Reese & Tegan; a very special nephew, Justin (Suzanne) Ference and their children, Darrion, Laine & Hunter; parents, Albert & Mary Vert; brother, Eric (Lisa) Vert; sisters, Linda (Harry) Shoemaker, Delaine (Kevin) Stewart, Vivian (Nick) Lowther and Robin (Brent) Duffin; as well as his brothers & sisters in law, nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.
Steve was predeceased by his father & mother in law, Tony & Jennie Ference; brothers in law, Martin Ference and Ervin Ference.
Words of Remembrance
Good Afternoon, my name is Alvin Beier, brother-in-law and dear friend of Steve’s and feel honoured to have been asked to say a few words today. I recall joking with Steve to be careful what he wished for because you never know what I might say, and then seeing that big smile that so many of us have shared and enjoyed. But folks, as you all know, there are really only good things to say about our dear friend and this was confirmed by the numerous flood of messages of compliments and accolades from family and friends. It is worthy to have but a few of these traits that are so fitting for Steve like: kind-hearted, gentle, loving, wonderful man, responsible, hardworking, compassionate and the list goes on.
Stephen Dale Vert was born March 29, 1954 and was raised and resided all his life on farm land just south of Kirriemuir. As we gather today and honour this great man we look back at his 62 years of accomplishments and reflect on how he touched our lives by the incredible role model he played in his life positions as a son, son-in-law, brother, brother-in-law, nephew, cousin, uncle, husband, father, grandfather, dear friend and good neighbor to so many. Although we feel great sadness and sorrow in our hearts, let us take some comfort in our minds knowing that Steve is now free of pain and no longer trapped in his silence.
As I look back and reflect on Steve’s life, I would say he had many loves in his life. Sorry Lynn, bet you thought it was just you and chocolate!
His first love of course was his desire and passion he had for farming and that became apparent early on in his life. Together, he and Lynn persevered through tough and good times and continued to build up their own farming and cattle operation. This commitment and strong desire and love of the land, was passed on to Dallas who is competently and confidently carrying on this legacy today. Even though he’s changing the machinery color from green to red to yellow. And there is no doubt in my mind that this will also be passed on to Reese who already has a full line of toy farm machinery. The one thing though that he didn’t love that much was carpentry. This became apparent early on as Ken and I would show up for some building projects with our fancy power tools and Steve would come with his chainsaw and sledge hammer. Sorry for your luck Dallas, but I think you got that trait as well. You better keep Justin around in your hip pocket!
Then came his second and real love, when he hooked up with that young free-spirited Ference girl from across the way. We all know that a successful farmer needs a good woman by his side, and of course, one to tell him what to do and where to go from time to time. And what better choice than Lynn, the one he dearly loved and cherished. They had 39 wonderful inseparable years together as they raised their three beautiful children and continued working and enjoying their farm life. Unfortunately, the challenges that farming life can bring paled in comparison to the life challenges they faced over the last several years. This rare form of Parkinson disease robbed them of their anticipated livelihood and put them on a one-way path no one deserves to travel. Of all the suffering Steve endured, it is so deserving that he went, quietly, peacefully and in the arms of the one he loved.
His love of family was also very evident. Stephanie, Danita and Dallas, I know you know that your Dad was always very proud of who you are and what you’ve become and already accomplished in life. And of course, there was no greater joy in his life than when the grandchildren arrived, especially the little princesses. Kids, try not to dwell on the memories you could have had, but take comfort in knowing that you will forever cherish and hold all the ones you did have.
He had a love for camping and family gatherings and there were numerous ones over the years. Be it the Vert, Evaskevich, or Ference reunions, family campouts, cousin get-togethers, Big Valley jamborees, Christmas gatherings and so on. Steve enjoyed gathering the firewood, getting the fire going, sitting around for some chatting and laughing and of course having a few rum and cokes. You could always count on Steve being there and providing a helping hand where ever he could. I guess we have to find someone else now to carve up the turkey and hams.
His love and commitment for community involvement was also very evident. He was a Lion’s member for many years and served in all administrative capacities of this worthy group; he was on the hospital board and instrumental in the construction of the Consort hospital; served on the Acadia Senior lodges board; was an active Ag Society member and a dedicated community member and leader. He was never too busy to step up and take on new challenges and tackle the work that needed to get done. And as we look around, it is obvious that his efforts where well appreciated by family and the entire community.
He had a great love for travel and adventure that took them to many sun-filled beach destinations, on cruises, family holidays, visiting friends in Arizona and beyond with their favorite hang out of course being the Canmore condo. I recall though some of those early sun-filled destinations as Steve would show up with his jeans and cowboy boots on. After some ribbing, he dropped the boots and wore his socks and sandals but it didn’t take long though before he got the shorts on and tossed the shirt. I still hear the stories and laughter about the many family vacations taken abroad. Just the other day, Lynn asked Steve what else he had on his bucket list to which he replied “nothing, I did all I wanted to do”. Let that be a lesson to the rest of us, better to go with an empty bucket list than to leave with a full one.
And one of the greatest loves he had was the trail riding and hunting trips. Many a story has been told by the merry gang he rode with and I’m sure there are many stories that can’t be repeated. Steve thoroughly enjoyed these yearly trips especially later on when he had to show the young bucks how to do things the right way. Trail rides took them deep into the western foothills with some breath-taking sceneries, remote camping spots and the cold showers in the creek. Memories that will obviously stay dear to those involved.
So as I close, I’d like to share my vision of Steve mounting his saddled horse, leading the way over the next ridge into that land where the breathtaking sceneries never stop as he gets the campfire ready for when the rest of us join him………
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So he put His arms around you
And whispered “Come to me.”
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn’t make you stay.
Your golden heart stopped beating
Your tired hands put to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Card of Thanks
Lorinda, Stephanie, Danita, Dallas and family would like to thank everyone for all your support and sympathy during this time.
Thank you to all the communities and members, friends, family and neighbours who attended, who sent messages, food, cards, flowers and made donations. Also thank you to all who helped with setting up and clean up arrangements, to each and everyone of you all your generosity was greatly appreciated.
Thank you to Gregory's Funeral Home for your help with arrangements.
Huge thanks of appreciation to Consort Hospital staff and all Alberta Health Services staff for all your support and assistance with Steve throughout his and his family’s tough journey.
Feb. 15, 1934 Jan. 7, 2017
On January 7, 2017, John passed away peacefully with his family by his side. He is survived by his wife Rosalind of 61 years, and by his two sons Richard (Darlene) and Rodney (Deborah). He also leaves behind five grandchildren - Megan (Blair), Melissa (Shane), Jaymee (Craig), Tyler and Lisa, as well as his loving sister Madeline. Predeceased are his three brothers and six sisters - Bill, Dave, Mike, Mary, Ann, Edna, Kay, Jessie, and Doris.
A long time dedicated employee of Consolidated Concrete, John loved camping and fishing in Kitimat, B.C. It was his wishes to be cremated and returned to the land of his birth, Hemaruka, Alberta.
The family wishes to thank the staff of the Royal Alexandra Hospital for their thoughtfulness and compassion.
July 6, 1927 Jan. 8, 2017
It is with great sorrow that we announce the loss of our beloved mother and grandmother on January 8, 2017 in Kelowna, B.C., at the age of 89 years.
Jean was the second daughter of Murray and Margaret Racknor of Sedalia, Alberta. Known for her quiet kindness, she made everyone feel at ease in her presence and was well loved in the community. In 1957 she met and married LeRoy Knudson and together they began their life in Consort with daughter Karen and son Reg. Jean had a great devotion to family and made it her life’s work. They farmed in Consort and later, in retirement, moved to Kelowna, B.C. in 2001, to be closer to Karen, granddaughter Emily and son-in-law Ben. She enjoyed her home and continued her focus on baking and her garden. In 2007, LeRoy and Jean moved to Oyama to share a home with Karen, Emily, and Ben. There she was known to friends and neighbours as ‘Grandma.’
Jean was predeceased by LeRoy in 2015, son Reg Knudson, as well as her parents and siblings Ruby Greenfield and Gerald Racknor.
She is survived by her daughter Karen Knudson, granddaughter Emily Knudson Goerner, and son-in-law Ben Goerner all of Oyama, B.C.; sister-in-law Joyce Knudson of Consort, as well as six nieces and three nephews, and several cousins.
At Jean’s request there will be no funeral service.
Condolences may be sent to the family by visiting www.springfieldfuneralhome.com
Michael Richard Hadwin
Aug. 14, 1936 - Jan. 21, 2017
Michael Richard Hadwin passed away in Consort Long Term Care Centre on January 21, 2017 at the age of 80.
Michael was born in the Consort Hospital to Henry and Anne Hadwin, August 14, 1936. He was the third oldest of the family of five that included John, Frank, Margaret and Doug. Home for the family was a homestead in the bottom of the coulee southeast of Consort so while the children were growing up the family moved several times around the Monitor district in order for the children to attend school. Michael stopped going to school in Grade 9 so he could help out on the family farm. While grown up Michael enjoyed playing ball and curling, he won numerous bonspiels over the years.
Michael and John took over the farm, bought the farm next to them and moved there where they enjoyed the luxuries of power, phone and running water. Doug eventually joined them and they formed Hadwin Bros.
Michael met Laura Anderson when she was helping look after Granny Hadwin. Their relationship grew from there. Michael married Laura Brooks on December 13, 1985. From this marriage he gained a daughter, a daughter who would later make him a Papa to three grandbabies. Michael and Laura welcomed a beautiful baby girl Sarah on September 14, 1988. Laura passed away on May 25, 1997 after a long battle with cancer.
Michael met Debbie Anderson and they were married in 2001. He gained a step daughter Taren and step son Curan. They formed Hadwin Ranching Ltd and would move to where Michael’s ranch is now today, 9km south of Consort. Debbie passed away on December 28, 2005. In June 2008, Michael became a Grandpa to a beautiful baby girl Chanelle. He helped Sarah to raise Chanelle. He loved doing anything with Chanelle; they could often be found cuddled up on the couch reading or out with their horses.
Michael and his daughter Sarah have been operating Hadwin Ranching Ltd together for the last few years. This is where they loved to work cattle together and ride their horses. He made sure that he taught Sarah everything that he knew.
Michael was a proud supporter of 4-H, even after Sarah was through 4-H he could be found helping out the local beef club with whatever they needed. He loved children and when Sarah was babysitting from the home they shared together, he was often found rocking the babies or reading books with the kids. He loved going to watch his nieces, nephews and grandchildren in whatever they were involved in.
Due to failing health, Michael moved to the Long Term Care Centre in Consort in December of 2016. He appreciated all the help the staff gave him during his stay.
Michael was predeceased by his parents, wife Laura, sister Margaret, wife Debbie, brother-in-law Greg, brother John and sister-in-law Betty. He is survived by his daughter Sarah, granddaughter Chanelle, step daughter Kelly (Glenn), grandchildren Daryl, Amy (Ryan), Cassidy; brothers Doug (Joan) and Frank; as well as numerous nieces, nephews, great nieces, great nephews, great grandchildren and many dear friends and neighbors.
Funeral Services were held on Friday, January 27, 2017 at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta at 1:00 p.m. with Reverend Susan Bowyer officiating. Barry Redel shared the eulogy. Sarah and Chanelle Hadwin were the Urnbearers. Memorial tributes may be made in Michael’s memory to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary, Box 233, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0 or to the Village of Consort (Consort Swimming Pool Donation) Box 490, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0. Heather Caseley, Funeral Director of Coronation Funeral Home, was entrusted with funeral arrangements. Condolences can be forwarded to the family by visiting the website www.coronationfuneralhome.ca.
by Barry Redel
Good afternoon everyone. For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Barry Redel. I was blessed with the good fortune of having Michael and Sarah move in across the road from us about 15 years ago, Mike not only became my Very Nice Neighbor, but an incredibly good friend, and although we varied a bit in age, it never really seemed like it.
On behalf of Sarah and of the family, thank-you for all your thoughts, prayers, cards and gifts. And thank-you for sharing this time with us today.
Dad, Papa, Uncle Michael, Michael or Mike. An Amazing, Thoughtful, Loyal Man who loved his family, his animals, and his community.
Michael Richard Hadwin was born at Consort Hospital on August 13, 1936. Michael was the son of Henry and Anne Hadwin. Michael had four siblings: John, Frank, Margaret and Doug. Michael grew up on the Century Homestead southeast of Consort. The family moved several times to Monitor and area so that the kids were closer to school. Eventually they ended up back at the original homestead. Michael took some of his schooling in Monitor and finished up in Consort. Michael told me stories of when he was a kid and he had to stay at the Hutchings farm, because the road to Hadwins farm would get snowed in. He told me how Jim Hutchings was so shy, that the only way he would go on the bus was if Uncle Michael would take him. Hard to believe that Jim Hutchings could be that shy. We have Michael to thank for bringing Hutch to Life!
Michael was involved in some sports growing up. He played a bit of pick-up hockey when he was younger, and played a bit for the Monitor Mustangs in the late 60’s and early 70’s. Michael played a bit of Ball growing up, but his best sport was probably curling. He curled with brother John, Jim Barber and whomever else they could find, and together, they were a good team.
Michael loved watching sports and never missed a Comet game until Sarah was born. He kept time for games with Pat Connell, and later would attend games with Sarah. He watched a lot of sports on TV including Ball, Hockey and Curling. A few years ago, Michael got to see his beloved “Maple Leafs” play at Northlands Coliseum when Sarah got him tickets for Christmas. He was amazed at how many Leaf fans and jerseys were in the crowd. He got a Leaf’s hat and used to wear it a lot after seeing that game.
Michael and John bought the Albin Liknes Farm around 1960 and this was the start of 40 years of The Hadwin Brothers Ranching and Farming Operation. Doug joined the partnership in the early 70’s after he finished school. The Hadwin Brothers were known for being Nice people, Running a Neat and Organized Operation with Good Fences and Good Cattle. Still Are! Michael took Great pride in Stacking Bales, Mending Fences and taking Very Good Care of His Animals.
Michael loved Kids. He was very good with them, and understood them. He used to babysit a lot for Margaret, Frank and Doug’s kids. Children were attracted to him. Perhaps it was his patience, or his caring ways, or his mild temperament. Daryl remembers how he used to sit tirelessly on Papa’s lap, and how he kept asking Papa to draw Cows and Big Big Big Big trucks. Kelly still has one of Michaels shirt pocket note books full of drawings. Amy, Daryl and Cass all remember riding in the tractor, gathering eggs and playing with kittens in the barn.
One Christmas, Sarah was struggling to find our Scott a gift. He was maybe four years old. Michael said, “Don’t worry, I know what Scott wants!” He showed up at our front door after doing chores Christmas morning with a Dozen Eggs for Scott. Scott thought he was in Heaven! He came running into the front room, “Look what I got, It’s Mr. Hadwin's Farm Fresh Eggs!” Michael got Kids!
Laura Anderson came to the Hadwin Ranch to look after Granny Hadwin when she was ill. It was here that Michael met his wife. Michael and Laura eloped and got married in Edmonton on Friday, December 13th, 1985. Local farmers would not accept a wedding without a celebration, so they put on a wedding party at the Monitor Hall. Laura got Michael away from the farm and liked to host family meals. Michael liked this, because he loved to visit with family.
Sarah was born on September 14, 1988 in Edmonton. Joan said that they were silaging on the farm the day Sarah was born, and Michael was so excited. He announced on the two-way radio that was he the proud father of a Baby Girl!
Mike told me one time about when Sarah was just a baby and they had to fly out to BC for a funeral, and it was an interesting trip on the plane. Maybe that is why Mike was not too keen on flying anywhere after that, although, I personally believe he didn’t want to go more than 8 hours without checking his cows!
Unfortunately, Laura passed away when Sarah was only 8 years old. Sarah stayed very close to Michael after that, always riding with her dad in the tractor, doing chores, seeding, or what ever he was doing. Michael was very supportive of Sarah and encouraged her to do whatever she wanted. He helped her with 4-H Beef, 4-H Horse and hockey for a few years.
Several years later Michael married Debbie Anderson and they moved to Michael and Sarah’s current home, where Michael branched off from Hadwin Brothers and started Hadwin Ranching Ltd. Sadly, Mike was widowed again a few years later.
After Sarah graduated from High School and attended Vermilion College, Michaels skills with children were required again. Sarah had a baby girl, Chanelle, born on June 12, 2008. Like Sarah, Chanelle spent all day with Papa doing chores and learning about everything on the ranch. Michael walked every day from the house, to the chicken coup, to the dog house, to the shop, to the barn. So much so that there is a permanent path (much like his beloved cows made) to every place he went to every day. Chanelle would walk over to the barn everyday with Michael. It is interesting to note, that Chanelle walks exactly the same as Michael, with Confidence and Conviction!
The values that Sarah most admired about her Dad was his Hard Work Ethic, His Commitment to put Family First, His Amazing Knowledge of Cattle and his Ability to be Soft and Kind when he had to be and Strong as Steel when he had to be!
Chanelle told me of a story about Michael the other night. One night when Chanelle decided to cuddle in with Papa, she said she was awoken suddenly when Michael was herding cows and yelling at them in his sleep. Only a true cow man would be herding cows in his sleep
Mike was a true cow man and was always happiest when he was out walking amongst his cows. I am sure he had special names for every one of them, and he knew every little quirk and trick to getting them to do what he wanted. Having said that, there was the odd time that Mike could be heard saying a few choice words, when a certain cow wouldn’t go where she was supposed to! Of course, What goes on in the corral, stays in the corral! Doug described Michael as a Dependable Hard Working Man who loved Feeding Cows, Calving time and the Grain Farming side of the Operation.
I am very fortunate that Mike didn’t share all the stories of combining, and some of the choice words that I used as he helped me struggle through many breakdowns, and many tough harvests. Mike would reach across and open the truck door for me as I would climb up into the truck and say his famous line: “Don’t Worry, there will be Other Days for Combining”. He was right, although, this year, I was beginning to wonder, He didn’t say they wouldn’t be in the spring!
Michael was a tough. Until he got sick, there was no question, that he could out work me any day of the week. They don’t make them like him anymore. We were combining one time, and the alternator of my old grain truck was giving us grief. Somehow in the dark, Michael had put his hand in to touch something he shouldn’t have, and cut his thumb bad. When I asked him “What were you thinking?”, He calmly said, “Yah, that really hurt, I shouldn’t have done that”. When did this happen? I asked “A few loads ago”. He just kept working. Nothing a bit of Polysporine and a few days won’t fix!”
Michael was an Inconspicuous helper. Always quietly working in the background. If you wanted some help, he was always there. Usually before you even knew you needed help. He never got upset, he very seldom criticized, he would think before he spoke, and then, he would offer suggestions in a non-condescending way.
Michael was a fair man, and usually wanted to be on the owed side of the ledger. We used to work back and forth, seeding, spraying, combining, selling hay, fall grazing cattle and Michael magically showing up to help whenever I needed it. We would settle up in the fall, and somehow Michaels cows grazed for an extra week, or he got a few extra bales, so that he owed me a little bit of money. Somehow, he made sure it worked out in my favor!
Michael always wanted to go on an Alaska Cruise, so this past summer, Michael, Sarah, Chanelle, Kelly and Glenn and all their family went to Alaska. Some amazing memories for all of you. My favorite story was when they got to ride on an old Steam Train along a very steep mountain. Michael told me “Not thinking, I took the outside seat that was looking down the cliff” I was scared to death, and all I had to do was move across to the other side of the train. But Mike being Mike, didn’t want to bother anyone, or inconvenience anyone, so he rode the train the whole way, hanging on for dear life.
Michael remained strong for his family, no matter what his pain level was at. His last Christmas was an amazing time and fun for the whole family. If he was in pain, no one could tell.
I remember one time when my son Scott was small and we had gone over to Mike’s for coffee one morning as I did on many occasions. We were heading back down the winding lane and Scott said to me “Dad, don’t you think Mr. Hadwin is kind of an Angel” My response was, “I think you are right, he truly is” For my family and everyone around him, Michael was a living Angel. A Kind, Patient, Considerate Man. We will miss him.
Card of Thanks
Michael’s family would like to thank Heather Caseley at Coronation Funeral Home for all the help with arrangements. Thanks to Susan for the wonderful service to honour Dad/Michael. Thanks to Stacy DeVos for playing piano at the funeral and to the Community Choir for leading in the hymns. Thanks to Barry Redel for putting together such an amazing eulogy. Thanks to the UCW for the great lunch. Also we would like to take time to thank everyone who brought food, sent flowers, cards, messages and anyone who made donations in honour of Dad/Michael. Also thanks to all the nurses and doctors that have taken wonderful care of Dad/Michael over that last little while.
Sarah and Chanelle
Kelly, Glenn Theis
Frank Hadwin and family
Doug, Joan Hadwin
The Vincett family
July 30, 1940 - Jan. 15, 2017
On Sunday, January 15, 2017 Aline Tetlock passed away at the age of 76 years.
She is survived by her children, Allan (Mary), Annette (Anthony) Hughes, and Brian (Cindy); grandchildren, Brieal, Dylan (Deanna), Tyler, Kelsie, and Raylene; great-granddaughters, Jordyn and Ryleigh; brother Victor Chabot, sisters, Jean (Ray) Baskey and Rose Musselman; brothers-in-law Bill (Jeannette) Tetlock and Dave (Joanne) Tetlock; and sister-in-law Helen Kent.
Aline was predeceased by her loving husband Murray; son Stanley; brothers, Rosair and Paul; sisters, Emeline and Irene.
A Funeral Service was held on Saturday, January 21, 2017 at 12:30 p.m. at St. Vital Parish, 4905-50 Street, Beaumont, Alberta. Active pallbearers were, Jerry Baskey, Dennis Baskey, Mike Baskey, Kent Sittler, Ron Chabot and Darren Tetlock.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the Alberta Lung Association.
By Brieal Tetlock
I’d like to begin with a short paraphrased quote from Lemony Snicket: “It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and [yet] it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.” Although Gramma’s passing was not necessarily unexpected, I know that her passing indeed marks a loss for everyone here.
Gramma was loving, strong, (and perhaps occasionally stubborn at the crux of the two) soul. She routinely spoke of how proud she was of not only her children, but grandchildren and great-grandchildren as well. As a mother to 3, grandmother to 5 (or 8, if you want to count pups), and GG to 2, Gramma was routinely surrounded by family. In fact, most of us have the shared experience of swiping butter tarts, cookies, and lemon squares from her freezer whenever she completed her Christmas baking. Although some of us feel as though we got away with it, it’s likely that every time she went to retrieve her goodies and saw entire containers missing Gramma knew what had happened.
One of my personal favourite memories of Gramma is also rooted in her great cooking. Although I spent the night with my Gramma and Grampa almost every weekend as a child, there is one night that sticks out especially in my mind: we all worked to make a grasshopper pie, and I was given the privilege and joy of being able to lick the filling spoon. Afterwards the three of us watched the Golden Girls, M*A*S*H, and then Emeril while eating our pie. Although it’s a simple memory, the love I felt in even just being able to share time and space with Gramma is what made nights like that special.
Any time Gramma was with her extended family was enjoyable for all. Many holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries have been spent together as a family, and Gramma never missed a one. One of our more memorable get-togethers was for one of Gramma and Grandpa’s anniversaries. In order to celebrate something so auspicious it was decided that we would go to Jubilations for the evening, and take in dinner and a show. As we were there to celebrate their anniversary, Gramma and Grampa were invited to the stage to partake in a short improv moment with the cast, and dance for the crowd. Gramma, being the show woman she was, beamed the entire time.
I don’t believe that Gramma’s impact upon our lives can adequately be described in words. As one of the closest people in my own life she has effected me in countless unknown ways, at countless unknown times, simply with her presence. The moments I know I’ll continue to feel her in are those times where I need to stand up for myself and demand what I need. Gramma was always willing to tell you her thoughts, and even though on more than one occasion I perhaps didn’t want to hear it, I’ve always appreciated her strength of expression in all things. The last time I saw her, Gramma said to me: “There are never too many kisses.” I can only hope that I keep her strength with me, and always take the opportunities to ask for more kisses.
I want to thank you all for being here today. It was a privilege to have the opportunity to write this eulogy in order to express some of the grief we feel in Gramma’s passing.
Most of all, though, I’d like to thank Gramma. Thank you from all of us for all the love and strength you brought into the world.
May God Bless you always. We love you.
Nov. 10, 1929 - Jan. 22, 2017
Friend, Brother, Dad and Grandpa
Alex was born on the family farm, just south of Lancer, Saskatchewan on November 10, 1929, a son to his parents Jacob and Philomena Resch. Alex was one of the many children: Jack, Charlie, Jean, Sam, Tillie, Patricia, Rose, Emily, Mary and Elizabeth. Coming from a large family, Alex grew up working, helping where needed, making do with the graces given and using the knowledge he had to better himself to make a go of life.
Alex met and married Elizabeth “Betty” Resling. They wed at the Bloomfelt Church, Prelate, Saskatchewan in September 1952. They were blessed with three daughters: Dianna, Theresa and Yvonne, two sons Gordon and Larry. Shortly after the girls were born, Alex and Betty moved from Saskatchewan to two miles south of Hemaruka to work together and begin to build their own family farm.
Alex usually was a man of few words, unless it was with good friends or at family gatherings where he shared a few stories and whole-hearted laughter. Alex was always ready to help a neighbour with any task needing to be done. Into his favourite brown truck and away he’d go!
He loved to bug and josh his grandkids over the antics they would get into. He also ensured that they knew where he stood, for or against the issue. Reminding them, that he cared and was aware of the happenings. Once most all of the grandchildren grew old enough, the “karma” of most situations Alex would find himself in would be heard as well.
There was never any doubt that farming and ranching was Alex. Organizing spring seeding started early February, after the calves were sold and before the first new calf crop arrived. Daily conversations about what, or if or when you fed cows, bedded bulls, chopped water holes, fixed equipment, cut off twines or checked fluid levels on tractors. If you remembered to check on the mineral tubs and salt blocks, check the content on those mineral tubs and get the right ones for the cows on hand, for after they calve. Don’t forget the tags and buttons! Shopping for fencing supplies and posts in the weekly flyers was a priority. Keeping a keen eye on the inventory of certain items was a habit.
Talking to his children was his way of checking in and reminding them that he cared for all of them and that they were his pride and joy. Growing older and retirement wasn’t given much thought. Home was where he loved to be, on the farm, phone calls to his neighbours in the evening and living the dream, he created. So God made a farmer….
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 on 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 son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does.” So, God made a farmer!
Alex is survived by his loving family: Dianna & Cliff Smith, Lisa & Andy Demchuk (Evan & Carolyn Demchuk); Theresa & David Wakefield, Gavin & Roxanne Wakefield (Shayla, Kaden & Kaci), Jeadene & Grant Gregory (Grace & Rhett), Gordon & Janet Resch, Chris & Lynsay Resch (Hadley & Bentley), Martin & Rachel Resch (Estelle), Brad & Cassie Resch (Paisley & Cooper), Larry & Dawn Resch, Eric, Morgan & Mikayla Resch; siblings: Sam (Marion), Jack (Betty), Patricia Resch, Charlie Resch, Jean Smith, Tillie (Bill) Groves, Mary Harris; nephew Gary (Jeanne) and niece Wendy Wagner; other family and many dear friends.
Predeceased by parents Jack & Philomena Resch, his wife Betty, daughter Yvonne, sisters Emily Ericksen, Rose (Johnny) Meyer, Elizabeth (Tony) Tuchscherer, sister in law Cathleen Resch, brothers in law Norman Smith and Jerry Harris.
Funeral services were held at Veteran Community Hall on Thursday, January 26, 2017 at 1:00 p.m. with Father Leonard Gartner officiating. Musician Marilyn Long presented her gift of music and Dan Gorcak gave words of remembrance. Rachel, Lynsay and Cassandra Resch were the readers for the service. Interment will take place at a later date in Youngstown Cemetery where Alex will be interred with his wife Betty and daughter Yvonne. Family and friends remained in the hall for a time of fellowship and a luncheon by the Veteran United Church Women. Memorial donations may be made to Youngstown Cemetery or the Coronation Hospital Foundation - Long Term Care. Sympathies may be forwarded to the family by signing the guestbook at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium, entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.
Card of Thanks
The family of Alex Resch would like to extend their heartfelt thank you to Parkview Funeral Chapels, Dean, Verna and staff for your compassion and support. To Father Leonard Gartner, who travelled from Edmonton to preside over the service. Father Len made sure he knew a personal note about Dad prior and met each family member with kindness and grace. To all who attended the service, thank you, truly. Special note of thanks to Marilyn Long for her time and gifts of song and music throughout the service. Dan Gorcak was so kind to read the words of remembrance. Dan also was reader at Mom’s (Betty’s) service in 1988. We, the family, are especially grateful for his steadfastness and friendship for many years. Lynsay, Cassie and Rachel for doing the readings at the service, well done. All the Grandchildren for being pallbearers thank you for your strength and love.
To Dr. Lynne McKenzie and Dr. Noelle O’Riordan for their care and support of Dad, as well as all the nursing and care giving staff at the Coronation Hospital Assisted Living and Extended Care. We are so lucky to have that standard of care, for all the time Dad spent there.
A gracious thank you to the Veteran United Church Ladies and community for the bountiful luncheon served.
To all our neighbors, friends and family who took time over the years to go and visit Dad, while he was in Coronation, thank you. It takes a village to raise a child they say and also one to love them through the latter years of their life. Reminding them and us that we are lucky to be living where we are. Thank you for all the phone calls, support and prayers. We are so very grateful.
Dianne and Clifford Smith
Terry and Dave Wakefield
Gordon and Janet Resch
Larry and Dawn Resch
Dec. 11, 1928 - Jan. 25, 2017
Evelyn Viola Begoray passed away on January 25, 2017.
She is missed by Pat (An and Suzie), John and Debbie, Noreen, Kathy (Jonathan, Leanne, Talia, Larisa, Richard, Benjamin, Ryan), David (Evan, Jalyn) Earl, Gwen and Nora.
Evelyn was predeceased by her loving husband Fred and her cherished grandson Freddie and her dear sister Ramona.
A Celebration of Evelyn's Life will be held on Thursday, February 2, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. at Glenwood Funeral Home, 52356 RR 232 (south of Wye Road), Sherwood Park, Alberta.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to a charity of one's choice.
Thomas Lester Saunders
March 8, 1928 - Jan. 27, 2017
Thomas Lester “Tom” Saunders was born in San Antonio, Texas on March 8, 1928 to parents Daniel Oatman and Libbie Jean Saunders. Tom, along with his younger brother Daniel Oatman, Jr., and older sister Libbie Jean, grew up in San Antonio. Upon graduating Jefferson High School at the age of 18, Tom joined the United States Army. He would go on to serve two years in Japan during the Occupation of Japan, prior to the Korean War. Once he returned to the States, Tom made his dream of ranching a reality in South Texas.
On May 31, 1958, Tom married Edna Wayne Gibbens. Together, they had three sons: Tommy Lynn, born in 1959, Danny, born in 1960, and Russell, born in 1961. In 1966, Tom bought a ranch in Princeton, British Columbia, loaded up the car with a million memories, his wife and three boys, and headed north. After nearly a decade of ranching in British Columbia, Tom sold the ranch in Princeton in 1975 and bought a farm just south of Alix, Alberta, where the family would settle permanently.
Tom passed away peacefully at Red Deer Hospice on January 27, 2017 with Edna and his family by his side.
Tom is survived by his loving wife of nearly 59 years, Edna Wayne; three sons, Tommy (Julie) Saunders of San Antonio, Texas, Danny (Heather) Saunders of Alix, Alberta, and Russell (Crystal) Saunders of Veteran, Alberta. Tom leaves behind seven grandchildren: Catherine, Libbie Jean, Roy, Lawrie, Robert, Kelsey (Matt), and Wesley. Tom is also survived by his brother, Dan (Dottie) of San Antonio, Texas; sister-in-law, Nancy (Bill) Curry of Kerrville, Texas; sister-in-law, Phyllis Gibbens of Austin, Texas; and nephews, John Eddins, Jeff Eddins, Byron Saunders, Stuart Saunders, James Gibbens, Bill Gibbens, Brad Curry, and Jeff Curry.
Tom is predeceased by his father, Dan and mother, Libbie Jean; sister, Jean Eddins; brothers-in-law Jack Eddins and Bill Gibbens; and nephews, Jim Eddins and Darrell Saunders.
Tom’s family would like to thank all the nurses and doctors at the Red Deer Emergency Hospital, the ICU ward, and the many other units where Tom received care. Thanks also to the Lacombe Hospital and Physical Therapy Unit, and the Lacombe County Home Care for sending out Lisa, Janelle and Trish. A very special thank you to Red Deer Hospice for their loving care and compassion for Tom and his family during his last days.
A Memorial Service to celebrate Tom’s life was held at the Clive Christian Fellowship, 5316-48 Street, Clive, Alberta on Saturday, February 4, 2017 at 1:00 p.m. The family requests that in lieu of sending flowers, donations be made to Red Deer Hospice Society, 99 Arnot Ave., Red Deer, AB. T4R 3S6.
Wilson's Funeral Chapel with locations in Lacombe and Rimbey in charge of arrangements.
The Saunders family started out in Virginia. Tom’s grandfather (John Henry) and great grandfather fought in the civil war, John Henry was 14 years old. On the way home from the war his great grandfather was shot and killed. When Henry got back to the farm his mother give the farm to the oldest son. John Henry took his horse and mule rode to Tennessee to see an Aunt then off to Texas. John Henry ended up in Wimberley Texas just north of San Antonio. He was a School teacher, General Store owner and Rancher. His home and store still stand today with Texas historical maker in front.
Tom’s dad (Dan O. Saunders) was the youngest of 13 children. He joined the army and went to Europe to fight in WW1. He spent much of his time in the trenches, making charges against the Germans. He managed to live thru the Gatling guns and the Mustard gas. After the war was over he stayed in France and went to university. He came back to Texas and got his law degree. He married Libbie Jean Siegler. Libbie Jean was a Math Teacher. She was raised in Sealy, Texas down closer to the coast. Her father being a Dentist who traveled by horse and wagon to all the small towns in the area. Dan and Libbie Jean would have three children, Jean, Tom and Dan.
Tom grew up in San Antonio. Texas. His only dream was to be a rancher. He would spend every weekend at an uncle’s small ranch or a family friend who were large ranchers in South Texas. Tom went to college in San Marcos and Texas AI at Kingsville, Texas. Tom then joined the army. He spent 18 month in Japan as a paratrooper and on a mortar crew. Being a paratrooper paid more and all you had to do was jump out of a plane carrying the mortar launcher. As his kids we grew up with all the stories from the jumps, the marches thru Japan. The march up to Emperor Heir Hito’s private fishing retreat. When Tom got back to Texas he went to work for the Hinde’s family. There he learned about ranching; how to work cattle, farm, hunt whitetail deer. Fence. But mostly to work. One of the neighbors to the Hinde’s told Tommy once that Tom was the hardest working white man he knew. He spent 2 years out in West Texas running a ranch out there for them. Living on deer meat and pinto beans.
Tom ended up with a horse and a cow dog. These two would be his best friends. The horse would be called the Black Mare and and the dog Blackie. He would ride the Black Mare nearly every day and would go nowhere without Blackie. Blackie would never lose a wounded deer or miss a hog hunt. Blackie died just before we would move to Canada. The Black Mare would make the trip to Canada. We still raise horses today that go back to the Black Mare.
Tom ended up back in South Texas and started ranching on his own. While ranching in South Texas he would meet and marry Edna Wayne Gibbens. They would have three children: Tommy, Danny and Russell. Born Sept., 59, Oct., 60, and Nov. 61.
We would live on a small ranch Tom had leased called the Nations Ranch. Tom would ranch here for several years. As Tom’s dream was to own his own ranch, one day in 1967 he decided to buy a ranch in Southern British Columbia. He loaded up his horses, cow dogs, kids and Edna Wayne and we moved to Princeton, BC. The ranch was 25 miles out of town, not more than a logging road to get to it. Closest neighbor would be 5 miles away and the closest phone 10 miles away. As kids we thought it was great. No phone, no power and no TV. We never missed it. Tom would quickly learn how to flood irrigate hay land, how to put up hay and how to raise cows in the mountains.
Shortly after moving to the ranch, Tom rode off to check cows up on the range. When at dark he didn’t return, Edna Wayne started gathering the neighbors to help to try and find him. Just after dark he came riding in wondering what all the people were at the house for. He wasn’t lost just took the long way home as the short cut ended up in a steep bank and no way to cross a creek. One early fall day we left for School. Tom left to go put up hay at a neighbors. When Edna looked out the house was on fire. She ran up the road to a logging camp to get some help. By the time they got back it was nearly too late. Tom had always told Edna if the house ever catches on fire save my guns and arrow heads first. This was all that was saved. On another part of the ranch higher up in the mountains was an abandoned fox farm. The log cabin built in the early 1900’s was still in good shape. With the help of the neighbors they went up with a logging truck, dismantled the cabin. They moved it back down to the ranch and put it back up. In a weekend we had a new home. We would live in this 2 room cabin while Tom built a new log house.
Late one night, while still in the cabin, the back door was rattling. Edna told Tom a cow was trying to get in the house. He jumped up and through the glass pane in the door was a large black bear trying to push the door open. Tom hit at the door and hollered at him. The bear just stood and looked at him. He quickly grabbed his rifle, threw the door open and shot. Edna said you missed him. Tom said no because I could feel him with the end of the gun. At first light us kids could not wait to run outside and see where the bear was. He was laying a few feet away shot thru the heart. The bear skin still hangs on the wall today. Both houses still stand today and are being used as a bed and breakfast place.
There were many good friends and neighbors in BC. In 1974 Tom decided to sell out and move to Alberta. In the spring of 1975 he bought the farm south west of Alix. They still reside on the farm today. Tom would learn how to farm and eventually get into operating wells that would be on the farm and close by.
In 2002 he would have to retire from checking wells. In 2004 he would start working at RTS. He would help here until he just couldn’t do it anymore.
Toms greatest enjoyment was his grandkids. Catherine, Roy, Kelsey, Lawrie, Libbie Jean, Wesley and Robert. He would try and make every event they were in: Dance, Volleyball, Bowlin, Basketball, Rodeo and Graduations. All the grandkids would be with him until the very end. Catherine and Libbie made special trips up from Texas to see him late last fall.
Tom left many friends everywhere he lived and worked. There were no strangers to Tom and each and every one was always invited in for a meal.
He was a Husband, Father, Grandfather bust mostly and always a Rancher.
Donald Arthur Seddon
Jan. 19, 1933 Feb. 7, 2017
It is with great sadness that we announce the unexpected passing of Donald Arthur Seddon - ‘Art’, in the Medicine Hat Hospital on February 7th.
A lifelong resident of eastern Alberta with a lifelong passion for agriculture, Art was born at his grandparent’s home, four miles west of Hemaruka where he lived during his early years. In the later Depression years, the family purchased a farm several miles northeast of Vermillion where he attended a rural school. Upon completion of his school years, Art satisfied his love for agriculture by working for local farmers and later moved to the Acadia Valley district.
On March 26th, 1958, he arrived at the Machell farm southwest of Cereal to begin employment which would ultimately last 56 years and span four generations of Machells. He became a treasured member of the family and a dear and devoted friend. He demonstrated a dedication to our farm and our family that is difficult to articulate in words, as is our appreciation for it. We will be forever grateful. He loved the traditional farming lifestyle and possessed a strong appreciation of animals and their care. His toughness and capacity for work was as incredible as that of the teams of draft horses that he loved and he enjoyed providing sleigh rides for the schoolchildren at Christmas in Cereal.
Art had great character. He possessed an authentic sense of humor and a sharp wit that always generated smiles in those around him. He was also a modest man of humility. He lived simply and seemed to have a simple philosophy of living. A favorite pastime was engaging in endless, pure and simple conversation with friends and neighbors. He was kind, considerate and sincerely enjoyed helping others. You could always rely on Art when you needed him.
Due to declining mobility, Art moved to the Hanna Seniors Lodge in April of 2014. He spent the last years of his life relaxing, socializing, travelling with his special friend Lavera and taking the occasional road trip with friends. Art passed away peacefully in the Medicine Hat Hospital, with Lavera by his side. He will be dearly missed and fondly remembered.
Art was predeceased by his parents, Don and Emmeline, sister Marie and sister in law Anne. He leaves to mourn brothers, Allan and John (Sylvia), nieces Valerie and Tracy, nephew David, along with the Machell family and friends.
Interment alongside his grandparents will be held at a later date in the Coronation Cemetery in the presence of family and close friends.
Ruth Marie Forsberg
May 14, 1946 - Feb. 21, 2017
Ruth Forsberg passed away at the Consort Hospital and Care Centre, Consort, Alberta on February 21, 2017 at the age of 70 years.
Ruth is survived by her daughter Shonna (Lenard) McDonald of Consort, sons Jaysen (Leanne) Forsberg of Consort and Kyle (Vicky) Forsberg of Sylvan Lake; Five beloved grandchildren Hailey and Tori McDonald, Alysha, Brenna and Rowan Forsberg and one great-grandchild Gabby Lee. Ruth is also survived by her brothers and sisters, Dennis (Ann) Dyck, Deloris (John) Fehr, Irene Harelkin, Joanne (Jim) Hoeft, Ken (Bev) Dyck, Glen Dyck and Barb (Mike) Froese as well as numerous brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, other relatives and so many dear friends. She was predeceased by her loving husband Norman Forsberg, her mother and father, Peter and Esther Dyck.
A Funeral Service was held on Monday, February 27, 2017 at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta at 1:00 p.m. with Reverend Susan Bowyer officiating. Prelude music was by Wade Fehr. Mrs. Robbie Knight played the organ for the congregational hymn "Take My Hand Precious Lord" lead by the Consort Community Choir. Recorded music was "Angels Among Us" and "Hallelujah". Special music was presented by Deloris Fehr, Irene Harelkin, Joanne Hoeft and Barb Froese. Message to Grandma was by Alysha Forsberg, Hailey and Tori McDonald. The tribute was given by Wes Harelkin. A poem was presented by Jaysen Forsberg. There was a video presentation. An Honorguard was formed by members of the Consort Lions Club. Honorary Pallbearers were "All Ruth's Family & Friends". Urnbearer was Wes Harelkin. Family interment took place at Lake Road Cemetery. A reception was held in the lower hall of the church with a luncheon prepared and served by the U.C.W.
Memorial tributes may be made in Ruth's memory to the Consort & Seniors Drop In Centre or to the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta.
Heather Caseley, Funeral Director of Coronation Funeral Home, was entrusted with funeral arrangements.
presented by Wes Harelkin
Ruth Marie Forsberg was born May 14, 1946 at Rosthern, Saskatchewan. She was the second oldest of eight children born to Peter and Esther Dyck.
Ruth attended a country school until grade 8, when the family moved into town. After her schooling, she worked in the medical office in Rosthern for two years. She then decided to take a job at the sanitorium in Saskatoon, working with T.B. patients. Ruth enjoyed this work and was thinking of pursuing a career in nursing until she met Norman, the love of her life.
After a short courtship, Norman and Ruth were married July 23, 1966. Following their marriage, Norman moved Ruth out west to Consort, Alberta, where he had a teaching position. To their family they added three children, Shonna, born March 24, 1969, Jaysen, born June 17, 1971 and on April 2, 1975, Kyle was born, completing the family.
While Ruth stayed at home to raise their family she decided to babysit other children out of the house. After many years of babysitting she changed occupations and started cleaning houses and any other odd jobs that her clients needed done.
When she wasn’t working, Ruth was busy curling, bowling and travelling with her children to various sporting events. She was their number one fan and often her voice was hoarse from all the cheering she did. One of her favourite times of the year was the Ladies Curling Bonspiel held in February. Her sisters would arrive, the costumes would come out and the entertainment would begin for the weekend.
Ruth took pride in her flowers and yard. She always started her own plants from seed and by the time she planted her flower beds there was still enough plants to share with all her friends. Even though she always had more than enough flowers she still had to go on her annual day-long greenhouse tour with Laura, coming home with a car load of plants.
Ruth was an active community member. She joined the Lions Club in 1992 and received the Melvin Jones Fellow plaque for her many years of service. Later we found out that her and Elaine joined the Lions Club so that they could start up the weekly bingo. East Central Housing was formed with Ruth as a member. She, along with other members worked diligently to raise funds to build a community rec centre for all citizens to enjoy. She was overwhelmed when she received the Citizen of the Year award, but we all knew she was a deserving recipient.
After retirement, Ruth and Norm enjoyed travelling with friends and family. They visited Mexico, Florida, the Bahamas and Branson, Missouri. They also visited Toronto and Minnesota to watch their beloved Blue Jays play baseball. This past summer Ruth, Irene and Deloris made a trip to Toronto to take in 3 Bluejay’s games. The Jay’s ended up winning all of their games they attended, I guess they brought them some luck.
Friends were an important part of Ruth’s life. There were always coffee dates, cards on Tuesday, her bingo partners and her close knit group of friends that got together to celebrate birthdays. So many fond memories were created. However the thing she cherished the most was family. She taught her kids that family was important. Many weekends were spent travelling to Saskatchewan to visit family and it was always like a reunion. Her grandchildren and great grandchild were the light of her life and she enjoyed every minute she spent with them. She looked forward to her nightly conversation with her sister Deloris, Saturday chats with Irene, and Sundays were catch up time with Barb and Joanne. Her brothers and sisters meant the world to her and you would never find a greater love.
Ruth’s struggle with cancer began in 2008, she fought hard and beat it, but in 2013 it returned. Over the years, it was a rollercoaster ride with many ups and downs, but you never heard her complain. Her courage, determination and bravery should be a lesson to us all.
If there was one word to describe Ruth it would be;
Hero - a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. It’s safe to say, that everyone would agree, Ruth was this person.
My own personal memories with Auntie Ruth:
I came to Consort in the spring of 1989, young, broke and in search of work. I had no idea what I was going to do in the way of work, but I was going to somehow chase the mighty oil patch dollars. I got in my car, with my last couple hundred dollars and headed west. There was only one thing I was certain of that day, I knew that my Uncle Norm and Auntie Ruth would have a hot meal for me, and there would be no questions asked. My intention was to find a job and end up somewhere in a camp on the oil rig. Never imagined getting a job in Consort for a local trucking company. They provided accommodations, but Auntie Ruth said “you can’t stay there” and “what on earth are you going to eat??” She insisted that I take up room and board with them ... and wow did she treat me good. All the guys I worked with were jealous of the great meals and lunches I raved about but... my fondest memory of that beautiful woman was me coming home, and I called it home because that is how the family made it feel for me after a long day, hungry and tired. She would warm my plate and sit with me. While I ate, she would let me vent my day to her. She always made time for me and everyone. And let me tell you, that is something no money could buy... I always said, “Auntie, one day I’m going to win the lottery and I will set you up for life!” Well as I wrote this the other day, I thought I never was able to win that lottery and fulfill my promise to her, but then I thought, Wes, you won the lottery of life because what this wonderful woman taught me was a gift. I am forever grateful to you Auntie Ruth.
John D. Letniak
Jan. 9, 1923 - March 5, 2017
John David Letniak passed away March 5, 2017 at the Consort Hospital at the age of 94 years.
A Celebration of Life was held March 10th at the Consort Sportex Hall at 2:00 p.m., with a time of sharing memories and a luncheon.
Memorial tributes may be made to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary, Box 276, Consort, AB. T0C 1B0.
presented by Kirk Sortland
Good afternoon everyone. For those of you who might not know, I am Kirk Sortland. I married Melonie Letniak, Wayne and Barb’s oldest daughter. I’m honoured to be asked to say a few words in remembrance to John. Uncle John or Uncle John Deere to many.
Those that knew John very well knew he wasn’t big on service side of funerals so I will keep it fairly short and informal.
John David Letniak was born January 9, 1923 in the old Consort Hospital to John and Mary Letniak. The youngest of 5 children. John attended grades 1-7 at Westville school, grade 8 and 9 at Broadview school. He then quit school to help on the family farm.
When my cousin’s little boy found out we were busy at Uncle John’s 94th birthday this past January he proclaimed, “Wow, Uncle John got to have 93 Christmases." He thought for a minute and said, “He must have been in World War Two then!” Due to the fact that John was needed on the farm he wasn’t able to go help fight that war.
John bought his first piece of land in 1952.
All his life if John wasn’t out farming he was keeping updated by talking to friends and neighbors. And was always up to date on what was going on.
His love of horses from an early age served him well as for many years they were a necessity on the farm. John lived in town with his love Audrey for several years. He drove to the farm everyday to do what he loved....farm. Waving to many friends and neighbors along the way, 'cause we all know they watched for him.
Many kept a very watchful eye open for John's low speed excursions to and from the farm every morning and evening. Everyone knew John and always stopped for a hello or quick chat. And John not only knew everyone but if you were from a long time local family he could give you your family history with often some humorous or embarrassing anecdotes to go along with it. He was always interested in what you had to say and seldom forgot what he heard.
John wasn’t only an uncle he was a great, great uncle. Which Audrey always made sure he wrote on the cards they gave for EVERY occasion. John was a little awkward around Daphnie at the start, being the first baby in the family of that generation. Over the years he grew more comfortable and with the frequent visits the last few years they grew quite close. I know Kale felt that they had a close bond and his loss has been felt heavily. To this generation he was a three times great Uncle.
Many of his bar room friends, I am sure, have been missing his visits the last year or two. John used to stop in, in the afternoon, to get a visit in before heading home for supper.
John was predeceased by his parents John Sr. and Mary, siblings Emma, Dan, Lil and Pete and his love Audrey Krick.
He is survived by his sister-in-law, Lil, several niece and nephews, having no kids of his own he treated these as his children.
As we are coming onto spring and calving time, this would have been one of John’s favorite times of the year. He lived a good long life of 94 years. Last fall, when he came out for supper, he was holding onto my arm as he came up the walk to our house. He stopped me and said, “Don’t ever get like this.” I replied that if you were going to live to be 93 years old, you were bound to get like that. He stated that he never planned to get this old but just kept living. Well John got his wish the other day and was able to go home where he could be reunited with Audrey. It was awful sad for lots of us but he is free and happy now.
Well, I think I can here John thumping his middle finger down on the table now, wanting me to wrap this up. As I said before he didn’t care for the service side but would make sure he was at the lunch afterwards for the visiting and fellowship. So, at John’s request, please join us for lunch.
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 willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board”
so God made a Farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon - and mean it”
so God made a Farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps; who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, and 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 and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark.”
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners; somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church; somebody who would bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says that he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”
Robert Lloyd “Bob”
Oct. 13, 1935-March 26, 2017
Robert Lloyd “Bob” McDonald, a long time resident of Consort, was born on October 13, 1935 and passed away peacefully at the age of 81 years while in the Coronation Health Care Centre.
Robert is survived by his loving wife of 55 years Anne; daughter Leighanne McDonald; son Lenard (Shonna); grandchildren Hailey and Tori McDonald; great granddaughter Gabby Lee; sister Doris Wilson; as well as other relatives and many dear friends. Bob was predeceased by his parents Lionel and Flora; son Lloyd McDonald; sister Mae Seidel and brother Neil McDonald.
Funeral services were held on Friday, March 31, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. in the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta with the Rev. Susan Bowyer officiating. Daughter Leighanne McDonald gave a eulogy and tributes were given by granddaughters Hailey and Tori McDonald. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns "Amazing Grace" and "In The Garden". The recessional was "I Saw The Light". Interment followed in Lakeroad Cemetery. Family and friends then gathered together in the lower hall of Knox United Church for a time of fellowship and sharing with the luncheon prepared by the United Church Women.
Should family or friends desire, memorial contributions may be made in Bob’s memory to the Alfred Brown Handibus or to Lakeroad Cemetery.
Sympathies may be forwarded to the family by signing the guestbook at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.
by Leighanne McDonald
Robert Lloyd McDonald was born October 13, 1935 to Lionel and Flora McDonald, the third of four children.
Dad was born in a log cabin on the family homestead. He attended a small country school called Cock O’ The North until he was sixteen.
I recall Dad telling me how he didn’t like his teacher one year and as a result failed grade five. The following year he flourished and passed with highest marks, as a result he was rewarded with one of the very first ballpoint pens. Dad spent many a summer picking blueberries. One particular summer he picked and sold enough blueberries to buy himself his first pedal bike.
Dad had a few different careers throughout the years. A chore boy for a local farmer in the Meadow Lake area, he spent a couple years fishing the Great Slave Lake, spent time working on a tugboat, and eventually he heard the call of oil, and this lead him to the Kindersley/Coleville area.
Dad began working service rigs in the late 1950’s, and during this time he met the love of his life, Anne Dobovich.
Mom and Dad were married April 7, 1961 in Coleville, Saskatchewan. Tragedy struck a few days after their wedding when Dad’s brother Neil was killed in a car accident.
On May 31, 1962, Mom and Dad welcomed their first son Lloyd into the world. Not to waste any time, their second son Lenard was born sixteen months later on September 1, 1963.
It was while working on a hot oil unit in Saskatchewan, Dad suffered an accident which resulted in the amputation of his four right fingers. In some ways, this became his trademark. Dad was able to adapt very well, and could do pretty much anything that anyone with four right fingers could do, including, handwriting, typing, texting, playing catch and whatever he set his mind too.
I recall as child asking Dad “what happened to your hand?"
"I was talking when I should have been listening,” he would reply.
"No, what Really happened to your hand?”
"I cut them off with an axe.”
"No what REALLY happened to your hand?”
"I was picking my nose one day and they all fell off”...
It is amazing how many children he has cured of picking their nose. Although, I must admit, I used to wonder ... why after he lost the first one or two fingers did he keep going? Why didn’t he just stop???
In the fall of 1967, Dad was working with Ed Keen Servicing when he came upon the Village of Consort. He was soon hired on with Barnwell of Canada as an operator. Shortly after, on a cold dreary December day, Mom, with two small boys in tow, joined Dad in Consort. They lived in a small one bedroom house, with dad promising mom we’ll only be in Consort for a year or two at the most. Fifty years later ... they are still here.
Barnwell had moved three houses out to the plant, and mom, dad and two small boys moved out to the plant too where they lived for a couple years. This is where Dad’s love of the Neutral Hills really began.
As Dad used to tell me, “your mother and I summer fallowed for seven years, and then decided to make one last ditch effort for a girl...” Voila!!! I arrived into the world on August 18, 1970.
In 1971, a house became available in Consort; this house was across the garden from the Barnwell office and yard. The house would be home for the next seventeen years. Barnwell eventually sold their shop and yard to Sam’s trucking, and Dad had moved his office into the basement of the yellow house.
It was during a well-deserved vacation to Hawaii that the Sam’s shop burnt down. They sure were shocked when they got home, and looked over to see which trucks were in, only to discover the whole shop was gone!
In the early 70’s, Dad and a few others took flying lessons, and Dad obtained his pilot’s license. Dad’s love of flying lasted until health reasons forced him to stop. Over the years he owned several different planes, with his favorite one being a little Cessna. Some of my most cherished memories are of getting up crazy early and going flying. Although, if the truth be known, dad flew, and I usually slept.
Tragedy struck in 1984 when oldest son Lloyd was tragically killed in a car accident.
While Lenard was busy moving rigs, I was busy with figure skating club. One particular summer, I was attending summer skating school in Medicine Hat. Mom and Dad pulled their camper down, and along with many other attendees camped outside the arena. Dad took his boat, with big plans to go fishing every day. Except, the water in the river was too low for any type of boating. This then became the longest, hottest, most boring three weeks he could have ever imagined.
Along with his love for flying, Dad also loved fishing. Summer vacations to Flotten Lake Saskatchewan, various places in B.C., the farm, and anywhere else always involved camping and fishing. For several years he was part of a crew that flew north to Scott Lake with the Day’s. Dad was also able to participate in a few other fly-in fishing expeditions over the years. Prior to his health declining, he enjoyed a fishing trip with his nephew Charlie, on Charlie’s boat around the Prince Rupert area. As Dad started to slow down, there was nothing he loved more, then when Lenard would load up the boat and the two of them would take off fishing. Whether it was just the two of them for a day, or a whole family of McDonalds for a week.
With Lenard grown up and moved out and me almost all grown up and moved out, Mom and Dad purchased the lot and mobile home where they lived for the next twenty years, until this past October, when they moved into the lodge.
In 1988, Lenard married Shonna Forsberg. I tried the marriage thing, but we don’t need to get into that....however, while planning my wedding, Mom picked out a very nice tie for Dad to wear. Dad hated this tie. I mean he really hated this tie, and to this day he claims that tie is what gave him high blood pressure.
With the arrival of Hailey in 1993 and again with Tori in 1995, Dad received a new name. Poppa. These two granddaughters were the absolute light of his life. When Hailey told him that she was expecting, Dad was positive that this baby was going to be a boy. He would tell her...That when this little boy was born he was going to tell him that his great grand pappy was an oilman, his poppa was an oilman, his daddy was an oilman, and this baby too would be an oilman. Wasn’t he surprised when Hailey presented him with a Great-Granddaughter named Gabby. No matter how much we have tried to convince Gabby to call him Grandpa or Poppa, she has insisted on calling him Bob. Together they took many a walk with Gabby riding on the seat of his walker, Bob pushing her, and the two of them grinning ear to ear.
During his career with Barnwell, Dad held many different positions, with his final position being Production Superintendent. On his 25th Anniversary with Barnwell, the company threw him a party at Cottonwood Golf Course, and presented him with a Rolex watch. In 2003, after 33 years of service with Barnwell, Dad officially retired.
Mom and Dad were able to travel to various places over their lives, including: Alaska, Hawaii, Puerto Vallarta, Cuba, Arizona, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon and various campgrounds and places throughout Alberta, Saskatchewan and B.C.
During his lifetime he’ll be remembered for the witty comments, calling a spade a spade, his ability to remember the most embarrassing stories at the most in opportune times.... right Betty ....the crude and random songs that he would spontaneously break into, or the random poems, jokes, and riddles. As well, he will be remembered for his love of a good bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken, and always having a package or two of Frisk with him, or very close by.
In his later years, Dad also enjoyed afternoon tea time with his long time friend Danny.
A few years ago Dad learned to text. We all enjoyed the interesting texts received every day. I know that I will definitely miss the morning weather reports, and his weekly TGIF’s. I could always tell when I would talk to Dad on the phone and he would start getting bored, because suddenly he would say...“I’ll tell what we’ll do....we’ll see you...” and he would hang up. Even if I was in the middle of a story...
Dad was predeceased by his parents Lionel and Flora McDonald, in-laws John and Annie Dobdvich, brother Neil McDonald, sister Mae Seidel, brother in-laws Bill Wilson, Ken Seidel, John and Joe Dobovich, and by son Lloyd.
Dad passed away peacefully with his wife by his side holding his hand at Coronation Hospital on March 26, 2017.
Bob is survived by his wife Anne of 55 years, son Lenard, daughter Leighanne, daughter-in-law Shonna, grandchildren Hailey and Tori, great granddaughter Gabby, sister Doris, sister-in-law Jeanette, along with numerous nieces and nephews.
Earl William Howe
Apr. 30, 1946 - Mar. 29, 2017
Earl William Howe of Medicine Hat, formerly of Brooks, passed away peacefully at the Brooks Health Centre on Wednesday, March 29th, 2017 at the age of 70 years.
Earl was born on April 30th, 1946 at Castor, Alberta, the eldest son of Stan and Doris Howe. His family moved to Consort where Earl finished his schooling.
Earl attended the University of Alberta and earned his degree in Education and later his diploma in Educational Administration. He taught in Consort and Valleyview before permanently residing in Brooks. Earl spent most of his career at Griffin Park School as the Social Studies Librarian and teaching various courses, whatever was required. After thirty-two years of teaching, he retired in 2001.
Throughout his life Earl was a very active and busy man. He loved to curl, water ski, downhill ski, camp, hunt, dance, read, and cook. Earl was also involved with various local organizations. He was part of the local Brooks ATA (Alberta Teachers’ Association) and later Brooks and District ATA for several years. Earl was a member of the Elks for over 46 years and served on the local executive for many years. He was the Elks Provincial President for 1993 - 1994 and assisted in the writing of the history of the Elks in Canada. Earl was also a contributing member of the Brooks Masonic Order. He thoroughly enjoyed his many meetings and the many friends he grew to know.
In the last ten years, Earl suffered from various health problems and his life was quiet. He was predeceased by his parents; Stan and Doris Howe, brother; Russell, sister-in-law; Lee, and son; Winston. Earl is survived by his daughter; Carla, son; Robert, wife; Karen, siblings; Glenna (Larry), James (Marlene), Lee (Brenda), Gordie (Lianne), and many nieces and nephews.
Funeral services were held Friday, April 7th at 2:00 p.m. from Brooks United Church with Rev. Esther Baerends officiating. In memory of Earl, if friends desire, memorial tributes may be made to either Brooks and District Health Foundation for Dialysis, Bag 300, Brooks, Alberta T1R 1B3 or to the Elks and Royal Purple Fund for Children, 100 - 2629 29th Avenue, Regina, Saskatchewan S4S 2N9.
Cremation was entrusted to Smith Funeral Home Ltd. and Crematorium, Brooks, Alberta.
Olga Ericka Schroeder
Apr. 16, 1922 - Apr. 8, 2017
Olga was born in Poland on Easter Sunday, April 16, 1922 and passed away peacefully in the Oyen Extended Care on April 8, 2017,
In 1940 Olga married Julius Schroeder in Poland. Their first child Gerda was born in 1941 but passed away at age 2. While Julius was serving in the German army Olga and her father-in-law had to flee to Germany with two teams and wagons in the middle of the winter to escape the Russian invasion of Poland.
When Julius found her after the war, he worked for a farmer. In 1946 daughter Gisela made her debut, followed by Manfred in 1948. In 1949 they decided to immigrate to Canada. They came by boat from Germany to Quebec City, then by train to Loverna, Saskatchewan and finally to Esther with a railway speeder. Eventually they rented farm land nine miles south of Esther which they later purchased.
Two more daughters were born to the family, Evelyn in 1954 and Alma in 1956. Olga labored diligently and lovingly at all the tasks required of a farm wife. Milking cows, feeding calves, pigs, chickens and turkeys, while tending a large garden and looking after her family without the conveniences of electricity and running water.
In 1971 they sold the farm and moved to Oyen and in 1973 into their new home. They attended St. Peters Lutheran Church in Sibbald and later in Oyen. It was an important part of their lives. Olga took several jobs including cooking for the Department of Highways, custodian of Oyen Public School, and painting for the school division.
Olga moved to the Lodge after Julius passed away and when her health deteriorated she moved to the Auxiliary until her passing.
Left to mourn are Gisela (Ken) Pratt, Manfred (Cheryle) Schroeder, Evelyn (Jules) Labbe, Alma Davey (Ron); fourteen grandchildren; eighteen great-grandchildren; and three great-great-granddaughters.
Funeral Service was held Monday, April 17, at the Esther Community Hall in Esther, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Reverend Larry Lentz. The organist was Marvel Jorgenson and special music was provided by Olga’s granddaughters. Robbie Shields sang “This Is The Day” and “You Raise Me Up.” A tribute was given by Darcey Schroeder and a poem was read by Ken Pratt. The reader was Kevin Labbe. Pallbearers were great-grandsons Branden Dueck, Jordon Gramlich, Cody Gramlich, Johnny Dueck, Riley Gramlich, Gatlin Dueck, and R.J. Schroeder. Honorary Pallbearers were Olga’s grandchildren.
Memorial tributes may be directed to the Oyen Community Handi-bus Association, Box 404, 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 Lee Family Catering in the Esther Community Hall.
MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.
Eleanor Fern (Thornton) Cook
Jan. 30, 1922 - Apr. 9, 2017
Fern (Thornton) Cook of Edmonton, Alberta and formerly of the Sedalia, Monitor and Consort, areas of Alberta passed away April 9, 2017 at South Terrace Nursing Home in Edmonton. Fern was born January 30, 1922 at the home of her parents near Sedalia, Alberta. She grew up on the family farm and was educated at Butte Vale School. She was an excellent, conscientious student, skipping several grades in her primary years. Fern and her siblings were raised during hard times and made their own entertainment playing hide and seek, participating in scrub softball games, skating, playing parlour games and walking for miles and miles to visit neighbours. After leaving school she worked in Calgary as a domestic for a short while and as a hired girl for a family at Walsh, Alberta.
On September 29, 1943 she married George Cook. They lived on the Cook farm south of Monitor, Alberta and raised their family there until they relocated to Edmonton in 1966. Fern continued working as a nanny, before venturing into the office world. Fern worked in the oilfield service and supply industry for many years until her retirement from the work force in 1985.
Fern was predeceased by her parents: Jack and Eleanor Thornton and George, her husband of 31 years. Her siblings: Claude, Joe, Gerry, Ivy and Phil. Brothers-in-law: Harold, Alfred, Donald, Lyle, Clifford, and Leonard. Sisters-in-law: Irene, Evelyn, Alice, Helen, Myra, Clara, Carol, Vivian and Joyce. She is survived by her children Lorraine (Ron), Allan (Maria) and Lorne. Grandson: Darryl (Michelle), great grandchildren Rhiannon and Cole. Sisters: Iris and Linda (Verne). Brother: Keith (Anne), sisters-in-law Lois Cook and Effie Thornton and many nieces, nephews and cousins.
Fern loved to read, do crossword puzzles, write poems and was keenly interested in all levels of Government. She loved watching Question Period on TV and listening to talk back shows on the radio. At the age of 85 she authored a book entitled Prairie Trails which depicted pioneer life on the prairies in the early 1900s. She was a private person but had a great sense of humour and lived a simple, quiet life. She took pleasure in the small things like prairie sunsets, the smell of new mown hay, homemade buns, fried chicken, potato salad and apple pie a la mode.
At Fern’s request there will be no funeral service. A memorial service will be held at a later date.
The family would like to thank the South Terrace Nursing Home staff for their patience, understanding and care of Mom during her 6 year stay there.
In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the Marian Centre, 10528 98 Street N.W., Edmonton, Alberta, T5H 2N4.
Jan. 24, 1934-April 20, 2017
Joyce Ellen (Herbert) Ehlers was born in North Vancouver on January 24, 1934 to Pearl and Stuart Herbert. She passed away after a courageous battle with cancer, on April 20, 2017 at the age of 83 years, at Invermere, British Columbia.
Joyce will be lovingly remembered and dearly missed by her three children, son Randy (Elsie) (Marion) and children Trent, Travis and Andria; son Peter (Donna) and two children Joel and Tonya; and daughter Chris (Kent) and children Chas and Kaileen; her brother John (Carol) Herbert and family and brother Bob (Judy) (Pat) Herbert and family.
Joyce was predeceased by her parents Stuart and Pearl, son-in-law Kent Hodges; grandson Shane; sister-in-law Judy; and husbands Gilbert Mierau and Gordon Ehlers.
Joyce grew up in North Vancouver with her parents and two brothers, John and Bob, and graduated high school there. She met, and then soon married, Gilbert Mierau and moved to the oilpatch of Devon, Alberta. She had three children, Randy, Pete and Chris, while in Devon, then moved to the start-up of the oilpatch in Swan Hills in 1963. The pioneering of the Swan Hills country was difficult but she endured to raise a happy household. Joyce was a hard and dedicated worker. She worked as a telephone operator after graduating school in North Vancouver. She also was a teacher's aid at the Swan Hills school. She also worked as an administrator at the Swan Hills town office. She then worked as an administrator at the Esso Resources Judy Creek Gas Plant. Although she had her jobs, always the raising of her children came first.
Joyce's marriage with Gilbert dissolved and she then moved back out to North Vancouver on her own. She got an apartment and job there. She worked there for a few years, then met Gordon Ehlers whom she eventually married and moved to Carnduff, Saskatchewan, back to the Esso oilpatch. After a few years with Gordon, their marriage dissolved and she was on the move again. She was very adventurous and lived in many places on her own including Barrhead, Calgary, Claresholm, and Consort, in Alberta, and finally back to B.C. to Canal Flats and then Invermere.
Joyce was a very loving mother and wife who could always seem to find the good in all people. She didn't seem to have a mean bone in her body. She loved animals and could have any pet trained in no time. She was a very spiritual person and had the trip of a lifetime when she went to Israel. Joyce was always happy and proud to be where she was living and made the best of anywhere she went. She enjoyed camping, snowmobiling, gardening, raising her children and her pets.
Joyce was always thinking of others before herself and continued that way of thinking right up until her passing. Joyce always had the mountains of B.C. in her heart and she felt blessed to be able to spend her last few years in the Columbia Valley with her daughter Chris close by. She always had said that she was born in the mountains and would pass in the mountains.
Joyce was loved by whoever she met and had so many friends in her later years at the Columbia Gardens.
Joyce was a very spiritual woman and we believe she inspired that in her children as well.
A memorial service was held at Canal Flats, B.C., on Saturday, June 3, 2017 with Pastor Bill Doroshuk officiating.
William "Bill" George Coulton
June 8, 1925 - May 12, 2017
Bill was born in the Consort Hospital to William and Millie (Buzza) Coulton he was the second of three children that included Elizabeth (Betty) and John. He went to school in Consort and later to Olds College where he made life-long friendships. Back at the farm, he continued to raise cattle and work the land his father homesteaded.
Marion and Bill married in 1960 and worked together on the farm where they lived until moving to the lodge. Always active in the community, he was a 4-H leader, a Cub and Scout leader, a Mason, an Odd Fellow, a Lion, a United Church Board of Steward and a long-time community club member looking after the Lake Road Cemetery. Travelling with Marion and friends was another pleasure. Early ventures were close to home in the camper or motorhome and to Marion’s home province of Manitoba. The first holiday abroad was to Englandto visit where William senior was born. Then there were tours in Europe, Scandinavia, Iceland, Australia and other places, often with an agricultural focus. Although a Sunday drive in the country was probably always his favourite trip.
A rancher at heart, his love of the land and horses never faded. As a hobby, Bill built buggies, covered wagons (in which he and Marion went on several trail rides), sleighs and made harness. His grandchildren all fondly remember going for horse-drawn rides, and getting to drive the horses themselves. Grandpa Coulton taught them all to build and do things from bird houses to ice cream making. He also taught them all to appreciate a good butter tart.
Bill is survived by his wife Marion, daughter Jean Coulton (Tim) le Riche of St. Albert and son Rob (Cindy) of Consort. He also leaves his grandchildren Jeremy (Alex), Garrett and Dylon le Riche and Gillian, Alexander and Megan Coulton; brother John (Mary) Coulton as well as their five children and families; brother-in-law Len (Lil) Schieman and their two children and families. Bill was predeceased by his sister Elizabeth (Betty) Coulton and sister-in-law Irma Schieman.
Funeral services were held at Knox United Church in Consort, Alberta on Tuesday, May 16, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. with Rev. Susan Bowyer officiating. Grandson Jeremy le Riche gave a loving tribute. Mrs. Robbie Knight and the Community Choir presented their gifts of music. Granddaughter Gillian Coulton sang Senior’s version of “Jesus Loves Me.” Bill was laid to rest at Lakeroad Cemetery with his beloved grandchildren as Honorary Pallbearers Jeremy le Riche, Garrett le Riche, Dylon le Riche, Gillian Coulton, Alexander Coulton, Megan Coulton and the urn bearer was grandson Alexander Coulton. Family and friends gathered in the lower hall for a time of fellowship and a luncheon by the Knox UCW.
Memorial donations may be made to Lakeroad Cemetery or the Consort Ladies Auxiliary. Condolences may be viewed or sent to the family at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.
Card of Thanks
For all the support and friendship everyone has accorded our family in the recent weeks, we are grateful and truly blessed.
Thank you to the care givers and Dr. Akindipe of the Coronation and Consort Hospitals for their compassionate care given Bill while he was their patient, as well as the Lodge staff.
Jean, Tim & Family
Rob, Cindy & Family
Leta Maria Guenthner
Feb. 19, 1933-June 15, 2017
Leta Maria Kubinchak was born to John and Lydia Kubinchak on February 19, 1933 in Loyalist, Alberta. She was the youngest of four children that included: Walter, Martha and Harry. On June 15, 2017, at the Provost Hospital, Leta passed away peacefully surrounded by her family.
As a young woman, Leta enjoyed dances and visiting. She worked as a waitress in Coronation and Consort before meeting a special young man.
Leta married the love of her life, David Guenthner, on November 26, 1950. In a marriage that spanned 62 years, they shared tears, smiles, laughter, the odd argument and love. Together they raised their three boys, Gary, Kenneth and Ronald, at the family ranch near Sounding Lake. Leta was strong-willed and she embraced the challenges of raising three rambunctious boys out in the country. She honed her cooking skills, which David had shared were poor in the early years, and continued to turn out wonderful meals for her family into her 80s.
Throughout their years together, David and Leta enjoyed the odd travel trip, visiting with friends, playing cards and spending time with their grandchildren. Not one to sit still, Leta also took up many pastimes over the years. She kept busy with curling, sewing, gardening, woodworking, quilting, shopping and checking out garage sales! Even into retirement, Leta could be found helping out on the ranch to keep entertained. She was happy to tag along checking cows, make dinner for a tired crew, be a pilot car for moving machinery and she even engaged in the occasional high speed chase after a cow! Young at heart, Leta also embraced technology. She took the occasional course and enjoyed spending time playing games and looking up information on her tablet, computer or phone.
In 1957, Leta was baptized as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses and she held to the faith until her passing.
Leta loved and treasured her family. Her zest for life and spicy attitude kept us all on our toes! The joy and laughter that she brought into our lives will be dearly missed.
Leta is survived by her son Gary’s children Tina, Bobbie (Janus) Baker, Justin (Melissa) and Kelly; her loving sons Ken of Consort and his children Jeff (Daphne) Simkin, Tanya (Evan) Beaulieu, Laurie, and Scott (Becky); Ronald of Youngstown and his children Jessica (Aaron) Perry, Jodie and Robyn. Leta is also survived by eleven great grandchildren; brother-in-law Larry of Consort; as well as a large extended family and many dear friends. Leta was predeceased by her husband David; son Gary; her parents John and Lydia; brothers Walter and Harry; sister Martha; and daughters-in law Dawn and Roxanne.
Memorial tributes may be directed to the Provost Health Foundation - Palliative Care, Box 252, Provost, Alberta T0B 3S0; or a charity of the donor’s choice.
Following the memorial service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Consort Community in the Consort Sportex.
Verses 3 & 4 Revelation 21
With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be with his people. And God is with mankind, and he will reside with them and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them. 4) And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”
(1 Corinthians 13:13)
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
by Tanya Beaulieu
How do you summarize 84 years in a single eulogy? You can’t, because every life is composed of millions of moments and every one of those moments is a memory and every memory is connected to a feeling and feelings are difficult to put into words. As an English teacher I have learned that the best way to convey a feeling is through a story. Each and every story is comprised of a beginning, a middle and an end.
Leta Maria’s story began on February 19, 1933 when a beautiful little girl was born to John and Lydia Kubinchak’s family in Loyalist, Alberta. She was the baby sister to two older brothers, Walter and Harry, and sister, Martha. Most of us were not present for this chapter in Grandma’s life. However, the stories she shared would indicate that she was a happy child embraced by a doting family that she remembered fondly. Grandma was the only person left in her family for many years so I believe that sharing these memories was challenging for her as she always missed them dearly.
A new chapter began for Grandma at 17 when she met and married her soulmate David Guenthner. Dave, as she called him, with his quiet, patient and gentle mannerisms was a perfect match for Grandma’s feisty, strong-willed and caring nature. Grandma often felt a little put-out when we would joke about where each of us got our character traits from. She felt that the negative traits always came from her and grandpa was always attributed with the positive traits. However, as everyone knows behind every good man is a good woman. Grandma was the glue of our family. She ensured that everyone stayed connected whether it be distant cousins, neighbors or friends. Over a marriage that spanned 62 years, Grandma and Grandpa’s love and caring for each other never wavered. Throughout their marriage, Grandma worked diligently to create a warm home while also contributing to the family farm. They genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, especially when they were teasing each other. Jodie fondly remembers Grandpa threatening to hit Grandma with his cane when she was misbehaving, even though we all knew he would never hurt a fly! As Grandpa’s health deteriorated we watched admirably as Grandma stood by him faithfully and lovingly cared for him. When Grandpa moved to the extended care in Provost you could sometimes catch them napping together in his room. She honored and cherished him always.
The most challenging and rewarding chapter of Grandma’s life probably began with the birth of Gary, then Kenneth and finally baby Ronald. Her sons were her pride and joy and she loved them like only a mother could. Which was lucky for them as they were quite a handful! Although Grandma was small, she was also mighty and with Grandpa being so soft-hearted discipline was often up to her. She maintained a firm hold with a doubled up electrical cord that she used to show the boys who was boss when they got too rowdy. May I add that after having supper in a restaurant with Dad and Uncle Ron last week I think they could have used a couple more good whacks! The close bond the boys held with their mother resulted in a lot of jokes about them never being weaned. Ronnie would say that this pertains more to Kenny, but Grandma was always in quite a dither before he came for a visit trying to make all of his favorite foods. Grandma loved joking with her boys and keeping them guessing as to what she would do next. She would come home from having her nails done just gleaming, hoping that Kenny would disapprove of the bold design or color she had chosen. The boys were eager to repay the favor. Bobbie recounts Grandma insisting on wearing a particular pair of pants that Ken and Ron thought were hideous. They warned her to quit wearing them or else! Grandma didn’t take well to being told what to do so she wore them more often. One day at coffee time they had had enough! They grabbed a pair of scissors, held her down and cut up the pants as she protested loudly! She loved to have a good laugh, even if it was at her own expense.
I dare say that one of Grandma and Grandpa’s favorite chapters was when the grandkids arrived. Family was of the utmost importance to Grandma and she was equally proud of all of us. Although we could argue that the boys were favorited a little! Grandpa would often exclaim to Grandma, “What would we do without the kids!” They eagerly traveled to watch our hockey, curling, basketball and volleyball games, as well as rodeos, gymkhanas and any other activity we were involved in. She found it thrilling to hear all about our lives and she was eager to partake in whatever we were doing. On occasion she did get a little too involved though and she did not consider the embarrassment that might occur for her grandchildren when she repeatedly threatened to dance on the tables at a Charlie Major concert or she offered to race one of my peers in high school who was passing her on the highway. Grandma didn’t get embarrassed, she said and did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Her life was very full and without compromise.
There were many ways that Grandma showed she cared for her family. But what stands out for most is her cooking. Although Grandma could hardly boil potatoes properly when she was first married, she quickly perfected many traditional German dishes like snipples, kethla, kucha and strudels. She lovingly hand-made all of our favorite dishes and was not discouraged when a couple of days of toil was devoured in 30 minutes. Justin probably benefitted the most as he lived with Grandma and Grandpa for many years. As much as Grandma pestered him about how he was going to “eat her out of house and home”, she always ensured that he left for rodeos on the weekend with a belly full of good food and a camper full of ironed shirts. She even laid claim to many of his rodeo wins as she figured the snipples gave him the extra edge. There was the odd time that the spoiled baby even took an ice-cream pail full of snipples on the rodeo trail if he really needed a win!
Living in the same yard as our grandparents afforded us many luxuries. For example, it was especially handy when Laurie ran out of ingredients in the middle of a recipe, which she frequently does, and she could just run across the yard to ‘Safeway’ to add another item to her tab. We were never lonely or bored as Grandma was always willing to play a game of cards or to come out and sit in a chair and visit while we were working in the flowerbeds. Anyone that knows Scott, knows that he likes to have company wherever he goes. Grandma was often reluctantly drug along as part of what Scott called “exercising the old people”. She would get to bump around in the truck with him checking cows or drive the truck and trailer back and forth between home and the pasture. As much as she protested she loved every minute!
Not one to sit by idly, Grandma engaged in many hobbies over the years. Her little wooden corrals were a delight to many farm kids. Luke figures they are the best of any he owns! Grandma was also an avid sewer and quilter. Over the years we all received items she had hand-crafted. While most were appreciated, Jessica was not overly thrilled with the matching outfits that Grandma crafted for her and Jodie, especially when her mother eagerly dressed them alike in public! Technology was another hobby Grandma embraced. She was the first one in our family to get a computer and the internet. She also had a smart phone years before her sons. Staying on top of the latest trends was always a priority!
Grandma may have had many buffaloed, but if you truly knew her you understood her mischievous nature! She was a willing partner in crime whether it was helping you hide from your parents when you had disobeyed or giving you treats that you weren’t supposed to have before a meal. From time to time she was known to give a granddaughter a package with racy underwear in it at the kitchen table in front of everyone. She definitely marched to her own drum. She secretly delighted in little things her grandkids and great-grandkids did that was on the naughty side. When Kelly’s kids were caught chasing the chickens in the chicken coop during a visit, Grandma laughed gleefully. When Georgia and Gavin showed up at her house before breakfast, apparently starving, she filled them with chocolates and candy eagerly. Hungry for adventure, Grandma didn’t shy away from anything, even if it was doing jello shots with her grandkids at Jessica’s wedding!
Even though Grandma was in favor of misbehaving, you best be sure not to go too far. Robyn is infamous for coming home to Grandma’s a little too late one night following her practicum. She had gone out with a friend after work and had forgot to call Grandma to inform her of her plans. After Robyn hadn’t shown up when expected, Grandma got a ‘little’ worried and decided to go hunting for her. She drove over to Ken’s house clad in her faux fur hat, pajamas, crocs and coat flapping open to inform them of the search she was initiating. Her car windows were still covered in ice and she had the side window open so she could see to drive, which didn’t stop her from almost clearing out our lilac bushes. Robyn turned up unharmed not too long after and she has never lived it down. While Grandma appreciated your playful nature Robyn, hopefully in the future she will help guide you home safely just like the copious amount of solar lights in her front yard!
One place our story often repeats is around Grandma’s table at coffee time. Grandma loved to have people gathered around her. Coffee time at her place was a long standing tradition that continued back for as long as I can remember. It didn’t matter how she was feeling, she could always put on a pot of coffee and come to the table for visiting and the sharing of stories. There is something so magical about the way her generation was able to put work and busy schedules aside to connect with family and neighbors regularly in a meaningful way. It created strong lasting bonds and a great sense of community. Our generation has benefited from this tradition as we have learned about our history and that family is the true measure of success.
It may appear that Grandma’s story has drawn to a close. However, a story does not necessarily end with your last breath. Our Grandma had the privilege of witnessing her children and grandchildren’s love grow as they started their own families. Some she has witnessed in person, others she will be there for in spirit. Your story continues with those you leave behind. A simple glance at the front row is a testament to parts 2, 3 and 4 of Grandma’s story. Her legacy is carried on through her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and future descendants. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that I am proud to have descended from such a feisty, strong-willed, smart, caring and loving woman.
Mildred Louise Anderson
April 27, 1926-June 25, 2017
Mildred Anderson passed away June 25 in Consort, Alberta at the age of 91.
Mildred was born April 27, 1926, on the family farm near Sedalia, Alberta. She was delivered by her midwife grandmother Mrs. Iver Holmen as were many other children in the area. She was the second child and first daughter of Ingvald and Signe Holmen. Mildred had an older brother Sven and a younger sister Inez. They grew up on the farm and she attended the Cop Hill School and then later went to Naco High School. She helped on the farm with chores, haying, stooking and housework. For a short time Mildred worked at the Post Office and Sinclair’s store in Sedalia. In November of 1944 she started working at the Consort Enterprise for Mr. DeWolfe.
While she was working in Consort, she met her future husband Richard (Dick) Anderson. They were married June 23, 1951. Dick and Mildred had four children; Donald, David, Debbie and Doris. Mildred was devoted to her family as a homemaker and farmer’s wife. She loved her role of grandmother.
Mildred had a big garden and fruit and berry trees. Even before electricity came she canned vegetables, fruit, chickens and other meats. She took pride in her cooking and baking and made sure no one went away hungry. She baked her own bread and buns and delicious pies. A favourite of the grandchildren were her dill pickles.
Mildred worked like an extra hand on the farm driving truck for combining, haying, milking cows, churning butter, raising chickens and selling eggs and cream.
Mildred belonged to the Knox United church and was a faithful attending member for most of her life. She baked many a pie or pan of squares for the UCW. She also belonged to the Loyalist Women’s Institute and was constituency Convener of the WI. She was president of the Consort branch of the Red Cross for twenty years.
Although it was difficult leaving her fruit trees and big garden, Mildred moved into the Consort Lodge in 2011 and quite enjoyed visiting with the many residents that she knew there. In 2013 she stayed a while in the Coronation Extended Care before her final move to the Consort Long Term Care.
She leaves to mourn her son Dave (Val) Anderson and their children James and Ruth; daughter Debbie (Brian) Harvie and their sons Chad and Trevor; and daughter Doris (Glen) Quaghebeur and their sons Seth and Brent. Extended grandchildren include Philip and Andrea Vandenberg and Stacey Barber. Mildred has a surviving sister-in-law Margaret Lovlie, sister-in-law Grace Anderson and brother-in-law John Anderson. Mildred was predeceased by her parents Ingvald and Signe Holmen, her husband Richard, son Donald, her brother Sven Holmen, sister Inez (Syd) Thompson and several brothers and sisters-in-law.
Words of Remembrance by daughter Debbie Harvie
Mom was born at home on the farm outside Sedalia. Mom's father, amongst other things, was a taxidermist. In their house at the top of the stairs was a mounted eagle. I guess it was scary enough that children never wanted to venture upstairs.
Her mother was from Sweden and her dad was born in the USA to Norwegian immigrants. Before going to school mom could only speak Norwegian and some Swedish. Before she learned English, she and her sister, would speak gibberish to each other pretending they were speaking English. I would think those first years of English immersion school would have been quite a challenge to get up to speed. She did teach us some words and phrases in Norwegian but we kids never retained much of it. Except for how to say thank you, and Uff da, when something went wrong.
Mom used to reminisce about riding horses to the one room school, taking lunches in lard pails, memorizing poetry, and yearly Christmas pageants.
I once asked mom if she had a chance to continue her education after school what she would have done. Her answer was a social worker. She had a lot of compassion and empathy for others. Some of her relatives in the US were part of the underground railway that helped escaping slaves get to safety. She was one that always wanted to help others but didn’t want anyone to be put out of their way by helping her. When people did help her she was grateful.
After high school and a brief stint working in Sedalia, Mom worked at the Consort Enterprise as assistant editor. She stayed at the home of the family she worked for, the DeWolfe’s. That was quite a happy time for her and she spoke of them fondly.
When dad came back from the airforce after WWII they had a chance encounter near the post office. She had left her car while running into the post office and it started rolling down the hill. He ran to catch it just as she was coming back and she caught it. That was his first encounter with the flaming redhead. They later officially met at a dance. She did not have the stereotypical temperment for a redhead. There was no yelling or tempers. If we were out of hearing distance she would honk the car horn and we knew it was time to come in.
When dad talked to mom’s dad about marrying his daughter, the only question he asked was “Do you have a good well? I know they hauled water quite far from a well outside the yard. Anyway, they were married on June 23, 1951. There was some worry the day of the wedding. It had rained so much the minister didn’t show up. They found him stuck in the mud on the dirt road a ways away. They had to haul him out before the wedding could begin.
Grampa Holmen soon “witched” the well in the yard at home. That well has never run dry.
Mom liked to write letters and corresponded with a lot of relatives of her parents in the USA and also with her sister Inez, who lived most of her married life in B.C. Mom always needed a calendar with big spaces on it so she could record the activities of the day, later she wrote in a diary and eventually transcribed the old calendars events into scribblers. She had a great memory for dates, names and was the go to person if you wanted to know who was born when and where, who they married and children’s names and birth dates. We tried to get her on a computer with no success.
Mom wasn’t afraid of hard work and put in lot of hours on the farm, raising kids, a big garden, picking berries, tending chickens and cows and preserving food for the upcoming winter.
In the early years before my brothers Don and Dave were old enough to help, mom would help with the haying. On a particular day she went off track and missed a bunch of hay. Dad asked her why she missed it. Her answer was “well there was a gopher in it”.
One day she canned 109 quarts of Saskatoon berries. She (We) picked buckets of raspberries, one time 14 ice cream pails full of them. She was much more enthusiastic than the rest of us on those hot summer days. She didn’t want to miss any and would take a look where we had gone to catch any that we missed. I remember fondly the Saskatoon berry picking adventures we had. Up and down hills and through fields and pastures to find those juicy berries. We’d take a picnic lunch with us and be gone for the day. Picnics were a favourite during combining season, too.
Our family, and others too, enjoyed the ‘fruits’ of our labours with the taste of summer with home grown preserved vegetables and fruits on a winters day. We liked the raspberries on a freshly baked short cake and the taste of rhubarb, peach, saskatoon and pumpkin pies.
Mom taught my sister Doris how to make good pie crusts. I learned how best to eat them!
Fresh cream on top of pretty much anything.
She liked it when visitors dropped in for coffee. Val’s sister Sandy recalls the teasing between Jorgen, her husband and mom. She would hand out pieces of pie and he would say “how come Dave’s piece is bigger than mine?” She would answer “he works harder than you do!”.
She tried to make her grandkids their favourite foods when they visited. Rhubarb pie for Seth, lasagne for Brent, ribs and dill pickles for Chad, macaroni and cheese for Trevor, apple crisp for James and angel food cake for Ruth, or whatever mom was making for supper at her house if it was better than at their’s. Gramma’s always tasted better, same recipe or not. That applied for all of us. Cookie tins loaded with cookie favourites of at least two varieties available at all times for emergency sustenance. Other food favourites remembered are Lefse and wife saver breakfast for Christmas mornings.
Mom took great pride in making everything from scratch, such as pies, cakes, bread and buns. I remember her winning a grocery hamper at a bingo. To her horror there were two cake mixes included. Well, what was she supposed to do with those? Eventually she did use them. I think after that she gave herself permission to use a mix for the angel food cakes that accompanied every birthday celebration.
Nothing went to waste so every apple, berry or bean had to be picked and stored. The modern ‘Reuse, reduce and recycle’ that are environmental buzz words of today, were just the way it was as far as mom and many of her generation were concerned. Don’t throw anything out, you might need it again. Darn those socks, mend that rip, make something to wear or use out of all those flour sacks and hand me downs. No electronic devices for idle hands when there are knitting needles, crochet hooks and embroidery thread around.
Mom used to like to tell stories but unfortunately I don’t remember a lot of them. She used to talk about the tricks they used to play on their hired man when she was a kid. Her trickster nature continued on especially on April fools day where she had to make sure she caught us all before we were awake enough to remember what day it was! “Quick look out the window” at the moose, bear or whatever else wasn’t really there. Or “help I’ve cut my finger”, so we’d go to help her but discover beet juice or something else.
Mom’s involvement with the community included many years with the United Church Women (UCW), Women’s Institute (WI), the Red Cross, and the Loyalist Hall association. She made many lifelong friends through those groups. She also attended meetings of the Women of the Social Credit. I remember vividly one meeting she had at our house. Just before the ladies were to arrive I played in the dirt in the garden with my nice clean dress. That didn’t go over well with mom.
For fun mom used to square dance with the highway 12 guys and gals, and she loved playing games. A lot of evenings were spent playing cards with family and neighbours.
She is the nearly undefeated Chinese checkers champion, and cribbage master in our house.
A favourite for her and dad was tile rummy (Chips), which they played after supper just about every evening. She played the piano by ear, only having about three lessons. A gift not inherited by the rest of us.
She wasn’t a swimmer as she was afraid of the water. One summer she decided she would learn to swim. Dad was going to teach her. She was doing well and paddling around in the dugout when suddenly she realized she couldn’t touch bottom. Well she promptly climbed on top of dads head, completely submerging him. Fortunately he new the direction of the shore and walked until his head was out of the water too. I don’t think she swam much after that.
There were some favourite sayings that the family remembers mom using. “Would you like some more?” (No answer required, you’re getting some anyway!); “Are you thirsty in the throat?”, “mhmm”’, “yesss”,“It’ll be better in the morning”, “there’s my boy”, “hello sweet tart”, “see you in the funny papers”, and “see you later alligator”.
She didn’t have much news to relate to her visitors when they came to see her in later years but did enjoy it very much when people stopped by. Mom was appreciative of anyone who helped her, but often felt bad that someone had to help her. When she was in long term care she often said “they are good to me here” and never had any complaints about her care.
I remember Mildred Anderson, my mother, as a soft spoken, caring, funny, respectful, compassionate person who was a devoted wife and mother who adored her grandchildren.
We will all miss your smiles and giggles and your gentle caring way.
November 4, 1994 - July 14, 2017
Burdette Allan Wayne Dempsey was born on November 4, 1994 in Red Deer, Alberta to Karl and Marcia Dempsey,
Burdette passed away tragically on July 14, 2017 at the age of 22 years.
He is survived by his loving mother Marcia, sister Samantha (Ty), nephew Jaxon and his brother Thomas, as well as many aunts, uncles, cousins and numerous friends.
Burdette will be greeted by his guardian angels, father Karl, maternal grandparents, Ralph and Mary Morris and paternal grandparents, Hugh and Edna Dempsey.
A memorial service will be held on Monday, July 24, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. at the Czar Cultural & Recreation Centre in Czar, Alberta.
For more information, please visit: www.gregorysfunerathomes.com
If so desired, memorial donations to help with funeral expenses are gratefully accepted to: https://www.gofundme.com/in-memory-of-burdette-dempsey Or at ATB, Consort Branch
Charlene Kay Patton
May 3, 1974 - July 9, 2017
Charlene Kay Patton was born on May 3, 1974 in the Hanna General Hospital to parents Dan and Bonnie Hertz. She was the youngest of six siblings and grew up in the New Brigden area. Charlene started her schooling in New Brigden, then travelled to Oyen for the remainder or her education. She attended U of C for two years, studying political science.
In 1993 Charlene met Jason Patton from Major, Saskatchewan. They were married July 22, 1995 and built their new home on the Patton farm. They began their family in April 1998 with their first son, Clay. Charlene’s first love was Jason, her second love was being a mom. So God blessed them with four more children, Jaclyn, Julie, Cole and Claire.
Charlene passed away on July 9, 2017 at the age of 43. We lost a wife, mom, daughter, sister, aunt and true friend.
Charlene was also involved with her community and many activities that followed her children.
Charlene will be sadly and forever missed by her husband Jason; children Clay, Jaclyn, Julie, Cole, and Claire. Along with her parents Dan and Bonnie Hertz, Jason’s parents Delmer and Valerie Patton. Siblings Shane (Conny) Hertz, Sheldon (Lucile) Hertz, Rod (Denise) Hertz, Danielle (Andy) Rennie, Sandra (Cameron) Stolz, sister in-law Gaylene (Brad) Sundquist, and numerous nieces and nephews.
Prayer Service for Charlene was held in Oyen July 12th and Funeral mass was in Major on July 13th. Special music was provided by Micah, Erin and Bethany McQuaid, the Major Choir, organist Margaret Richelhoff, and special song by Lannette Ressler. Officiating was Clergy Rev. Father Daniel Yafinski. Tribute was given by Kimberly Hertz. Pallbearers were Blake, Doug and Nelson Hertz, Kas and Shay Stolz and Troy Sundquist.
In lieu of flowers, memorial tributes may be directed to the Kindersley Palliative Care Unit at the Kindersley Integrated Health Care Facility, 1003-1st St. W, Kindersley, SK. S0L 1S2, or to a charity of the donors choice.
by Kimberly Hertz
Charlene Kay Patton (Hertz) was born May 3, 1974 in Hanna, Alberta. She was the 6th child born to Dan and Bonita Hertz. Having 5 older siblings, Charlene grew up with her feet hardly touching the ground, she was carried everywhere. It’s amazing she learned to walk. There was a reason she was called the wonder child or the marvelous one. The nicknames didn’t stop there, she also went by the name of dog, pup, goose, and Ruth. If you knew Charlene as a child you would know she never went anywhere without her beloved Winnie the Pooh, her favorite stuffed animal. She had several scares of losing Winnie; one was when Sheldon decided to string it from the chandelier, and another while at a family wedding when another child tried to take Winnie home with them. Charlene had a search warrant out to get Winnie back and finally someone spotted winnie from the motorhome window, crisis averted.
The family had many adventures together, but with Charlene being the youngest she missed a couple family trips. We’ve all heard the story of when the rest of the family got to go to Disneyland and Charlene had to stay home with Grandma Rose. The family brought her back a pair of underwear and told her it was from Cinderella’s castle, but to this day Charlene felt they were bought at the target down the street.
You would think that being the youngest of a large family that Charlene might have been spoiled, but her oldest brother Shane says, “She wasn’t spoiled, she was loved.” She was everyone’s favorite little sister and held a special place in each siblings heart.
Charlene was the baby of her family, always the youngest and getting bossed around by older siblings. It wasn’t far into her life that she was lucky enough to become an Aunt. At only 9 years old she had two nieces born 3 months apart, Nichole and Melissa. Charlene took being an Aunt very serious. She loved to finally be the boss of someone else. Melissa and Nichole idolized Aunty Charlene from the moment they were born. They followed her everywhere and wanted to do everything she did, and most of the time Charlene let them. She was always open to spending time with the kids, inviting us over for sleepovers, playing dress up and having our own photoshoots, teaching us the latest song on the radio and having a sing along.
Aunty Charlene was always passing on some form of wisdom to her nieces and nephews, whether it be a famous quote from a classic movie, how to take non-alcoholic coolers to your first party so your friends couldn’t tell the difference, or how to live off of cold bean and bacon soup or toasted jam with bologna sandwiches. She was the first to grab the baby and always had a niece or nephew on her lap. She was the master of arm tickling which has become a staple in any Hertz house.
Charlene grew up dancing, curling, and playing baseball. Although athletics maybe weren’t her strong suit, her friends say she excelled at social skills. Charlene was confident and determined in everything she did, no one was going to stand in her way.
After graduating from South Central High in 1992, Charlene moved to the big city to tackle the world and pursue her degree in Political Science. For a while Charlene loved life in the city, and made many unforgettable memories with her friends and roommates. Charlene’s lifelong friend Kim said Charlene was crazy, funny, gracious, kind, honest, sarcastic, and a good time kind of girl. She loved life. She was very witty. She could talk politics, current events, Hollywood entertainment, and local news all in the same sentence. She was always up for a cold beer and juice and a good visit.”
Charlene was the friend you called when you needed to talk or were looking for advice. Her mother Bonnie always said Charlene was wise beyond her years. Whether you were her sister, friend, or niece, Charlene was the first person you called when you were looking for guidance and needed someone to listen.
It wasn’t long before Charlene started making more frequent trips home to see a handsome cowboy from Major, SK. Suddenly Charlene was sporting fancy new red wranglers and western shirts.
Charlene met Jason Patton through some help from sister Danielle. After a 2 year courtship and a lot of long distance phone calls, Charlene and Jason were married July 22nd, 1995. They started their life off together by moving into their new home on the Patton family farm. Charlene fell right back into life on the farm although this time to a much smaller, quieter family. She was welcomed with open arms by the Patton’s and loved by them all. Whether it was cooking meals, shifts in the combine, or taking on multiple jobs at the Auctions, Charlene embraced her new life in Saskatchewan. Charlene loved Jason, and was proud to be his wife.
Charlene was the person you wanted to be friends with. Her beautiful smile could captivate the room. Whether you knew her your entire life or just met her she is a person that everybody loved. It didn’t hurt that Charlene wasn’t afraid to be the center of attention. She was comfortable in front of a crowd. She thrived behind a mic whether it be a fun night of karaoke or being the MC at multiple weddings. She always knew how to entertain.
A great memory was at her niece Nichole and Travis’s wedding. When a faulty CD wouldn’t work and the band didn’t know their first dance song Charlene grabbed the mic and started singing her own version of good hearted woman, it wasn’t long before the crowd joined in and gave them a first dance they will never forget.
Her passion for politics has always been evident. Charlene isn’t afraid to stand up for what she believes in, even if it’s going against the crowd. She had a way of voicing her opinions by being educated and informed on the topic. Jason often said, she was the smartest woman he knew.
If you knew Charlene you knew that despite anything else her goal in life was to be a mom. She was blessed with her first child Clay in (1998), followed by Jaclyn (2000), Julie (2002) Cole (2004), and Claire (2007). Charlene loved being pregnant and always had that beautiful glow about her.
All of Charlene’s wonderful qualities have never been more evident than when watching her raise her 5 children. You couldn’t have asked for a better mom, she was the perfect example of what God intended when he created mothers. She raised her kids by demonstrating a strong character in her own actions.
She was a shining example of how a loving stay at home mom can influence your children’s lives in such a positive way.
Charlene was the mom who hardly ever missed an event and with 5 kids you could imagine how busy she was.
Her kid’s passions became Charlene’s passions. She encouraged them to always do their best and was there cheering them on every step of the way. Charlene was there to travel the world learning about history and exploring with Clay.
She was always ready to give a pep talk at a dance competition, and was tapping along to the songs in the audience with Jaclyn Julie, and Claire. Charlene was Cole’s biggest fan and embraced the role of hockey mom. Her kids even share her love for music and singing by taking part in their school’s Jam nights. Charlene even graced the stage singing along with her kids playing for her in the band. Charlene celebrated every major accomplishment. Her home was always covered with paintings, drawings, certificates, and awards that her children had achieved.
A true testament to the character of Charlene was shown in the amazing support she received from family, friends, neighbours, and community members. Not only does this show the strength of small towns, but that Charlene was loved by so many. Even if she was once the new girl in town, she had become everyone’s special blonde, blue eyed beauty.
Charlene battled cancer for the last 3 ½ years. She faced this hurdle with courage, strength, and an unwavering faith. Charlene never once said “why me” but often acknowledged “why not me” she always said she was no different than anybody else. Charlene never focused on the negative but instead faced life grateful of everything she had been given. She often reflected on the fact that she was blessed with 5 beautiful children and a loving husband, and how fortunate she was to have been given these gifts. She thanked the Lord for everyday that she was given and chose to live each day to the fullest. She spent her time and energy soaking in every moment of quality time with her family.
Charlene carried a strong faith throughout her life. The whole family attended church in Major regularly. They joke that their pew on the front left of the church should have their name engraved in it. Her sickness helped her and so many others draw closer to Christ.
Charlene would pray regularly with her priest, family, and friends. She developed a strong devotion to Jesus and Mary through praying the chaplet of Divine Mercy and the rosary.
In her final days, Father Dan and her family would tell Charlene, When you see Jesus, you run to him. That image gives us peace.
Charlene was a gift from God and it was a true blessing to know her and be in her presence. She was a wonderful daughter, sister, aunt, friend, daughter-in-law, sister-in-law, wife and mother. She will be greatly missed.
When you ask the kids what they want the world to know about their beautiful mom, they along with Jason replied, “All Charlene ever wanted to be in life was a mom, and she was an amazing one.”
Shirley May (Isaac) Zwagerman
May 1, 1930 - July 11, 2017
Shirley May was born in Consort on May 1, 1930 and except for 14 short years, lived all her life here. She was so proud to call Consort home and it showed in her work, enduring friendships and service to the community. She was the third child born to Will and Shirley, younger sister to Greta and Tom, she completed their family.
She attended Consort School and went on to Edmonton for secretarial training. After returning to Consort to work in the Royal Bank she met and married Byce Carl in 1952. They began their married life in Consort but moved away to several other places before once again coming home in 1967. She started work back in the bank and remained until her retirement in 1980. Her love of family, friends, home and travel were a great inspiration to her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and she taught us well.
Shirley will be lovingly missed and has left us with many “Shirleyisms” which we’re sure will be spoken for many years to come.
Shirley is survived by her loving family: daughter Brenda (Alan) Trieber of Beaumont; son Grant (Deb) Carl of Consort; grandchildren: Colleen Gibson of Airdrie and her daughter Alyssa, Jarod Gibson of Toronto, Daren Williams (Meghan) of Beaumont and their children: Maddison, Carter and Carson, Richelle Romaniuk (Bryan) of Consort and their children: Brielle and Evan, Jason Carl (Sue) of Calgary and Brittany Carl (Jon) of Jasper; sister in law Ev Champion of Wainwright; nieces, nephews; other family members and many dear friends.
Shirley was predeceased by her parents Shirley and Will Isaac; husbands Byce Carl and Gerry Zwagerman; sons William and Robert Carl; sister Greta and brother Tom.
A Celebration of Shirley’s Life was held Monday, July 17, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. at Consort Sportex, Consort, Alberta with Reverend Susan Bowyer officiating. Alana Mahaffy played the piano for the congregational hymns, Amazing Grace and In The Garden, lead by the Consort Community Choir. The Tribute to Mom was given by Grant Carl followed by Memories of Gramma by Shirley's grandchildren. A video, Walk Down Memory Lane, prepared by daughter Brenda Trieber was shown.
Donations in memory of Shirley are gratefully accepted to the Knox United Church or Lakeroad Cemetery.
Tribute to Mom
by Grant Carl
Good Afternoon. Thank you for coming, Mom would be so happy to see you all here today!
We would like to say thank you to Parkview Funeral Chapel for all their understanding and assistance during this sad time. Thanks also to Rev Bowyer for capably doing the service this afternoon, and to the choir members for their singing. To the ladies for doing the lunch; and to all those who brought food to the house, phoned or texted. Thanks to Tony Owens and his crew for the setup of tables and chairs for the service.
Shirley May Isaac was born May 1, 1930 in Consort, Alberta to Will & Shirley Isaac. She completed their family of 5 including their older sister Greta Arvesta (who was 22 years old at the time) and brother Thomas Merwin who was 15. I guess you can draw your own conclusions on what happened there! Mom grew up on the family farm which was located just east of Consort, where the old windmill has stood as a landmark for many years. Mom and her dog Bucky were inseparable when she was a youngster and she also spent many quiet hours riding her horses. She attended Consort school from grades 1 to 11 and her first trip to school in grade 1 was by a horse-drawn school wagon. According to Mom after 2 weeks of grade 12 the school was closed due to the polio epidemic, so for the next year she attended Edmonton Secretarial School. Upon returning to Consort she got a job at the Royal Bank and shortly thereafter she met a handsome young man who was managing the co-op store up the street. Soon the sparks were flying and on August 4, 1952 Mom married our dad, Wallace (Byce) Carl. They settled into their cozy home in Consort and their time here was a happy one as they were busy with activities, sports and friends until late 1954 when Dad was transferred to Drumheller with the Co-op. On January 25, 1955 Brenda came into the world and by the time Grant (me) was born in July of 1957 in Edmonton (hence me being an avid Oiler fan) the family had spent a year in Red Deer in between. They were then transferred to Viking followed by Wainwright in 1959. Once again they were busy in the community with Dad playing ball and Mom joining a service club, The Royal Purple. September of '61 was a sad time for our family as Mom lost twin boys at birth followed 3 weeks later by the death of her father. In 1963 we were on the move again, back to Edmonton for 2 years where Mom went back to work at the Bank of Nova Scotia located on 97th Street. Mom could tell you some crazy stories about working in that part of the city. It was here that they reconnected with good friends Bud & Delores Boyd who lived mere blocks away. As was becoming the custom, we were on the move again, this time to St. Paul for one year where Mom continued her banking career, this time with the CIBC. The summer of '67 found us moving back home to Consort with Mom back home at the Royal Bank. It didn’t take her long to become enmeshed in the community, joining numerous service clubs, usually as Sec-Treas; as well as doing books for other clubs in neighboring villages. In Mom’s time with the bank, she worked her way up from teller to loans officer and I am sure many of you here today sat across from Mom signing papers for various types of loans. Bank managers came and went but Mom was always the constant, and everyone was more comfortable dealing with her than the managers. Over the years, Mom worked with dozens of different people at the bank and she had written a list out of everyone she could remember working with and it is on the memories table at the back. I talked to Rob Wiltse on Thursday and then Harvey Kelts on Friday and they had almost identical stories of dealing with Mom at the bank. Knowing that Mom would probably approve his loan, Rob purchased a new car only to find out Mom was on holidays and the current bank manager would not approve his new car loan. He had to wait for Mom to return from vacation to approve his loan and she told him to never do that again if she was away! Harvey wrote a cheque for his car in October and forgot to call Mom to process a loan for him. Soon a phone call came with Mom asking if he had bought a new car. He said yes so Mom asked if he was going to be home for Christmas and they could sign the papers then! I am sure others of you may have similar stories. Sadly it was during this time that Mom & Dad's marriage failed, but in 1976 Mom found happiness again when she married Gerry Zwagerman. When they returned from their honeymoon their “friends” had set up their entire bedroom suite on the back lawn under the big tree. This great group of friends included Jack & Joyce Tainsh, Bill & Olive Stewart, Art & Katie Day, John & Amelia Polson, Ted & Jean Deagle, and Vicki & Len Schafer. I’ll leave it up to you to decide who spearheaded putting the bedroom furnishings on the lawn, but she may have lived nearby. Although she has had many other good, good friends these kind of practical jokes continued amongst this group for several years. You could always count on some sort of shenanigans when these characters put their heads together. This bunch got together for holidays, playing cards, dinners, camping trips, and numerous events throughout the area. I would like to mention the very special bond Mom shared with Marge Garbutt Davies and Eileen Kelts Hobbs that dates back to their school days. They got together for laughs, reminiscing, and card games every time Eileen came up to visit from her home in California. And you can be rest assured that over the years there was a fair share of ‘shenanigans’ with these three also! They even had a girl’s get together planned for next week. While sadly that will not happen, Marge was able to get here to visit Mom in the hospital.
Mom & Gerry loved to travel and did so extensively for many years… they were to Holland twice, Switzerland, Germany, Hawaii, Disneyland, San Diego, Vegas, San Francisco, Branson, and enjoyed a few Caribbean cruises. In June of 1990, Mom was honored with a large retirement party celebrating 23 years of continuous service at the Royal Bank. After their retirements Mom & Gerry were lucky enough to spend a couple of winters in Laughlin, Nevada. This may be where Mom’s love of Casinos came from. With Mom’s retirement, her commitment to the service clubs and community needs probably increased. Reading through Mom’s journals we as a family never realized just how many things she was involved with, it was actually mind boggling for us. It didn’t matter whether she was at the New To You, at a meeting or work party for Lions, the Golf Club, Hospital Auxiliary, Legion, UCW, Rodeo, Chamber of Commerce, K-40’s, or singing in the choir she was always volunteering her time and energy. Further to this were the endless hours of canvassing for charities and I would imagine that a lot of you have had a Lions calendar delivered to your door by Mom. She was a busy lady. In August of 1994 Gerry moved to Calgary and with the marriage over Mom faced this new chapter of her life with her trademark strength and determination.
Her love of her community was only surpassed by her love of her family. Mom was dedicated to Brenda and I, and closely followed our lives, always proud of our accomplishments and there to support us through our struggles. When Brenda was trying to make it on her own as a single mom she took in Jarod for a time so Brenda could get her life established in Edmonton. She was a Godsend when she put her own life on hold for 3 months to take care of our kids and keep the homefires burning when we moved to Calgary during Deb’s fight with leukemia. And oh how she loved the grandkids! They spent many hours just hanging out at Gramma’s; I won’t go into that too much as they will share their own memories with you later. Mom was always so excited to host relatives when they would come for a visit and so proud to show them around “her” little village. It was always a thrill when any of the Manitoba crew would roll into town. And she had a special bond with Aunt Ev from Wainwright and her family and made every effort to attend weddings, birthday celebrations, and family reunions.
Mom’s family always included a cat and we had a cat as long as we can remember, and sometimes two. White ones, black ones, orange ones, Calico ones, every kind of cat. We had a deaf white cat that Mom would call by flicking the outside light on and off to get it to come in at night. Then he didn’t come in one night because he froze to the ground from sitting in the window well. Her favorite was Sputz’ and it was a very sad day for her when she had to put him down because of failing health. It was because of her cats that she was reluctant to move to the lodge as pets were not allowed. “What about my little kitties?” she would say, but once she made the move in June of 2013 she absolutely loved it and wondered why she hadn’t done it sooner. She was very proud of her little apartment and was happy to show it to all who would stop by. She spent many hours down at the far end putting puzzles together, playing cards, having coffee and visiting with Gordon and the West end girls. It was a special place for Mom and I would find her down there more often than not when I went to visit her. She really did think the world of all you gals!!
As you may have guessed Mom liked to keep busy and when she wasn’t working or volunteering she liked her Bingo and never missed if she could help it; she liked gardening and always had a pretty big garden; she enjoyed curling, bowling, and golfing. In her “down” time she loved knitting and crocheting and many family and friends benefitted from her efforts there. We were never without a pair of her slippers… and I don’t even wear slippers. For years she and Gerry camped in their motorhome with friends and we have very special memories when the family all piled into it and took it to Winnipeg to visit family. You’ll have to ask Brenda about the hubcap incident. Mom loved putting puzzles together; years ago on a card table in her living room and more recently down at the west end. She spent hours at it. Her favorite pastime of course was playing cards and I can’t even imagine the hours in her lifetime that she had a hand of cards in front of her. She enjoyed board games, but cards were her all-time favorite, whether it was a weekly game in friend’s homes, with family after a get together, or at the drop in center.
Mom had some favorite musicians that she listened to all the time on her CD player. Daniel O’Donnell and John Denver were two particular favorites. After John Denver died, she would often comment on what a loss she thought it was. Brenda and Colleen had attended many Rod Stewart concerts together over the years and they decided that when Alyssa was older, all four generations would go see Rod together. At dinner the day of the concert, Brenda and Colleen began telling Mom that it was a rule at Rod Stewart concerts that if it was your first ever Rod concert, you were required to throw a pair of panties up on stage. Mom responded with her usual, “To hell with that noise! No bloody way!” They got a lot of mileage out of that one! But their best memory of that concert is at the end of the show when he sang his signature song, ‘Maggie May’, the four of them stood arm in arm together and swayed to the music.
I would like to mention a couple of Mom’s ‘trademarks’. The first one being her big sneeze!! She has startled many a person with that loud, unannounced sneeze. Her granddaughter Brittany has inherited that sneeze and Gramma will never be forgotten as long as Brittany is around. A frequent comment of Mom’s was “We should go and let these people get to bed”. I can even remember one Christmas Eve about 7 p.m. when she said it. We use this saying all the time.
One day, a while back, we were on our way to Edmonton for one of Moms medical appointments. We were going to stop for a bite in Camrose and I asked where we should go. Mom said she didn’t know, Subway? Whatever, I don’t, care, anywhere would be fine. So I said how about East Side Mario’s or that family restaurant across the street. To which Mom said - what the hell is wrong with Subway. Just being Shirley.
Shirley did have a cranky side lately and recently at a family gathering Deb and Mom had occasion to lock horns. Mom was mad because she felt we were questioning her capabilities regarding taking her meds (which we were), and Deb was trying to explain we were just concerned about her. Things escalated and as the adult grandchildren cowered in the background, the comment of ‘don’t poke the bear!’ was uttered. We have also used this saying several times since.
She took her position as local chauffeur very seriously as she was happy to provide anyone in town with a ride to wherever they may be going.
Mom was always a straight shooter, no nonsense gal and in the last few years she ‘lost her filter’ at times which could lead to some awkward moments. She was a tough lady and faced life’s challenges head on with determination. She was strong and independent and smart.
Just recently Mom was nominated for and was awarded The Canada 150 Senators contribution award. Unfortunately, we received it in the mail the night before her passing, and Mom was not aware that she had been honored with this award.
It is very hard to summarize a full life of 87 years but I hope you go home today with a sense of who our Mom was. We love you Mom and we will miss you terribly.