2008 Obituaries

(Jan. 11, 1912-Jan. 7, 2008)

Simon was born on January 11, 1912 to Oscar and Mamie Fuglem in Edmonton. He was the eldest of six children of which there was one brother Milton, and four sisters – Connie, Donella, Joy and Olea. There was also another brother Orville, who died in infancy of pneumonia.

After moving from Edmonton, they lived in the Bardo District, and then later, moved to Hughenden.

The Oscar Fuglem home was given to hospitality and they always had lots of company with baseball games in the back, and listening to the radio as they were one of the first families in the neighbourhood to have one.

His first good riding horse he named Spider, and they became good pals and he rode her everywhere he had to go to baseball games – wherever.

In grade eight at 14 years of age he had to quit school to go threshing to make some money for the family as his father had been injured when his horse had slipped in the mud and fallen on him. Oscar had suffered a fractured pelvis and collarbone and was laid up for some months. He had become a good athlete by this time and the school asked him to come back for the sports competition for the Amisk School District. He helped them maintain their hold on the shield that had been theirs for four years, taking first place in the 100-yard dash in grade eight and second place in grade nine.

Simon’s sisters recall him as being quite a tease, but also remember him as being very good to them and bringing home little treats in his pocket.

In the 30’s he went to work in Lacombe in the fall to work on threshing crews, and in the winter was off to Edson to bring home some extra money in the logging camps there. He especially liked making railroad ties. He was never afraid of work or to undertake a job that someone else might find undaunting.

Simon and Hazel were married in September, 1941 and settled on the farm at Kessler where they opened Kessler Store and Post Office and Simon began trucking grain, cattle, and coal.

In 1942, he received his call from the army and went to Edmonton for elementary training and then to Victoria for training with the heavy AAC-AAC Division. From there he went on to Vancouver with the 44th Heavy Artillery. 1943 saw him headed for Prince Rupert for further training in the large guns where he became a bombardier. In December of 1944, the day after Christmas, he left for the East Coast to go to England and Scotland, and then on to France, Germany and Holland. Here he lost his best friend where they were under fire by the Germans. In September, 1945, Simon returned to Canada on the Isle de France, two months after his son, Ronald was born. Marion had been born just a year before he left for overseas.

On returning to Canada, Simon resumed farming and reopened the store and Post Office at Kessler. It wasn’t long before he also organized the Kessler Baseball Club, which proved to be one of the best teams in the area. Simon loved baseball. It was his passion, and he played until he was 61 years of age. Even in his most recent years, there was one thing that could put a big grin on his face, and a sparkle in his eye, and that was to get him going on one of his favourite baseball stories.

Music was also something he enjoyed, and often took time out in the evening to play his fiddle. Family gatherings usually ended with some good music and he could play almost any of the usual instruments with strings. Besides the fiddle, he could strum along on the guitar, ukulele, mandolin, and banjo.

He was a good father, and while quite strict in many ways, expecting good work ethics, and acceptable behavior, also knew how to have a good time. Often in the evenings he would spend time with his family, playing a game, throwing a baseball, or pulling out his fiddle to play along with Marion on the piano.

In the mid nineties, his health began to deteriorate, and he moved into the Lodge at Consort, and then eventually the Extended Care Unit in Coronation where he continued to enjoy his visits from his friends and family. He always enjoyed a good chat, and both he and his family have appreciated the numerous people who continued to drop by and visit, and show that you care in so many little ways. We will miss him in our hearts, but know that he was ready to go. We sincerely wish to thank each of you for your prayers, visits and kindnesses shown to our father, grandfather, and great grandfather. God bless you in all your steadfastness and caring.

Simon is survived by his children Marion Schulz of Mission, B.C. and Ronald (Bonnie) Fuglem of Coronation; Grandchildren, Ashleigh and Scott Fuglem, Candace Hodgson, Jerene (Vic) Penner, Liana (Bruce) Amy and Scott Schulz; great grandchildren, Nathasha (Joel) Roste, Nick Hodgson, Ellesha Hodgson Emily Hodgson, Bailey Penner and Dawson Penner; Brother Milton (Hope) Fuglem of Calgary, Sisters, Olea (Ole) Paulgaard of Sherwood Park, Joy Broughton of Wetaskawin. Predeceased by his parents Oscar & Mamie; his wife Hazel Fuglem; Sisters Donella Soholt and Connie Nelson.

The funeral service to commemorate Simon’s life took place at the Hughenden Community Hall, Hughenden, Alberta on Saturday, January 12, 2008 at 1:00 P.M. with Pastor Ben Klumpenhower officiating. Sandra Nelson gave the eulogy. Memories written by Lloyd Congdon were read by Raymond Congdon. Granddaughter Jerene Penner read a letter to grandpa from herself and her sisters Candace and Liana. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Simon’s Family, Friends and Neighbours”. Active Pallbearers were Richard Charlton, Hugh McLarty, Daryl Charlton, Cliff Longman, Robin Gilbertson and Kevin

William Allan

(Spencer) Jackson

(1931 – Jan. 22, 2008)

William Allan Jackson (Spencer) of Tofield succumbed to cancer at the Tofield Health Centre on January 22, 2008 at the age of 76 years.

Bill was born in Consort, one of the fourteen Spencer children, and was adopted at a young age and moved to Castor with the Jackson family. When the family moved to Edmonton, Bill attended Scona High School. On completing school, Bill worked at Woodwards and then moved to Lethbridge. He also lived in Edson and finally moved to Tofield. he loved to cook and visit with family and ftriends. With his kindness towards others, he touched many lives.

He is survived by four brothers, Lou (Betty), Joe (Patsy), Ron (Mary) and Gordon (Marilyn) [since deceased]; two sisters, Jeannie (Tony) Volney and Ruth (Dennis) Tupman, and numerous nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by two wives, Grace and Norma, one sister and six brothers.

At Bill’s request, there was no formal service. Inurnment of ashes will take place at Consort later.

Memorial donations may be made to the Tofield Palliative Care, c/o Tofield Health Centre, Box 1200, Tofield, Ab. T0B 4J0, Attn. Brian Match.

Bill, you will ever be in our hearts.

Mervin James Evans

(April 5, 1952 – Feb. 3, 2008)

Mervin James Evans was born April 5, 1952 in Consort, Alberta. Mervin was the third son born to Frank and Elsie Evans.

Merv was raised in Altario. After completing high school, Merv ventured to Edmonton to try his hand at surveying with the Mid West Survey Company.

On March 18, 1972, Merv married his best friend Frances Foot. Their marriage was blessed with their first son Jason. After two years of city living, our country boy at heart moved his family home to join his dad and brother Larry on the farm. Merv’s family was twice more blessed with the addition of their daughter Janilea and their son Tyler.

Merv loved farming and all the challenges that it brought. In the early 1980’s, Merv and his brother Larry decided that farming wasn’t enough and they started M&L Trucking. In the beginning it was a one truck trucking company. Over the past twenty five years, Merv worked day and night to grow the business and see all his dreams come true.

For those of you that knew Merv best, you will always remember how much he loved his horses. From a young age, Merv spent endless hours with his horses. He had a gentle hand and a forgiving heart no matter how wild the horse. Merv always got back into the saddle no matter how hard the fall.

Merv loved to hunt and fish. He shared his passion with his dad, his sons, their wives, and his grandchildren. On many occasions, Merv would sit with them and never shoot at anything, but have more fun turning on and off the Roboduck than he could ever have pulling the trigger.

Merv will always be known for his ability to make people laugh. Merv was always a practical joker. He was always scheming and planning. He had a contagious laugh that when you heard him you just had to laugh even if you didn’t know the joke.

Merv’s greatest pleasure was spending time with his family and friends. Merv took great pleasure in watching his children and grandchildren succeed. He was always there to support all of them. From watching hockey games and dance recitals to sitting on the floor playing games, he always took the time to let them know he was there.

Merv has spent the past thirty five years loving his wife, his friend, his soul mate. They were partners not only in marriage, but in business. They worked side by side every day, each one picking up when the other needed a hand.

Mervin will be lovingly missed by his wife Frances; children Jason (Stacy) Evans, Janilea (Leon) Hager, Tyler (Naomi) Evans; grandchildren Tristen Evans, Natasha Evans, Kailea Hager and Kiera Hager; father Frank (Dorothy) Evans; brothers Ken (Jo-Ann) Evans, Larry (Ruth) Evans; sister Gail (Monty) Mattson; Mother In-Law Ellen Foot; brother in-law Keith (Shirley) Foot; as well as numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends.

Mervin was predeceased by his mother Elsie Evans (1989) and his Father-In-Law Bill Foot (2007).

Funeral Service was held Saturday, February 9, at the Altario School Gym in Altario, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Rev. Roger Kett and Rev. Sandy Macpherson. Beryl Ward was the organist and reflections were given by Frank Murphy and Jim Evaskevich. Pallbearers were Jim Evaskevich, Frank Murphy, Ron Chopek, Dale Chopek, Barry Hager, Neil Galloway, Al Bouchard, Jim Hirsekorn, Ron Hager, and Claire Coates. Also M&L Trucking-Honor Guard. KAC Lions-Honor Guard, and the Consort Peewees Hockey Team.

Memorial tributes can be directed to the Canadian Cancer Society, #102 – 1865 Dunmore Road SE, Medicine Hat, Alberta, T1A 1Z8; or the Consort Hospital Ladies Auxiliary (After occasional visits to the Consort Hospital, Merv felt strongly that an additional super comfortable bed may be beneficial to others.), P.O. Box 310, Consort, Alberta, T0C 1B0.

Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the KAC Communities and Penn West Energy Trust in the Altario Community Hall.

MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.

Tribute by Frank Murphy

Jim and I recognize how special Mervin was to each of you and hope that our tributes help bring back some personal times that you spent with Mervin.

I’m Frank Murphy. I have had the fun of being a friend of Mervin’s since Grade 1. Some 36 years ago my two best friends got married to each other. To so many of us here today Mervin and Frances falling head over heels in love and staying that way has enhanced our lives. I would like to thank Tyler and Naomi, Janilea and Leon, Jason and Stacy and Frances for giving Jim and I the privilege of doing the tributes and I pray that we can come close to doing it justice.

To begin with I would like to say to TJ, Natasha, Kailea and Kiera, you know how much you loved your Grandpa. Papa Merv was a man with a big heart who not only loved you at least as much as you loved him but he was very proud of each of you. As you look around today, it is important for you to realize that the huge number of people and all of the flowers show how much we all loved and respected your Papa Merv. Your grandpa was very important to so many people and that is why we are here today. All the people here today are here because of the love and the respect that they hold for the Evans family. We know that he loved all of his family very much, however his greatest love was for your Grandma Frances. From now on your hugs will be even more important to your Nana.

Mervin’s family has done an excellent job in preparing the eulogy which everyone has received. His accomplishments as well as his paths in life were a very major part of who Mervin was. Today I will try to focus on the personality of the man we knew and loved.

Mervin’s philosophy on life was that it was meant to be fun. Mervin loved teasing and playing practical jokes (things like wadding up wet paper and putting it in the ball receiver of a friends horse trailer or putting garlic salt in the sugar bowl). But the real neat thing about Merv was that he equally enjoyed having someone play a trick on him, if anyone was sharp enough to get the job done. One Halloween night when Mervin and Frances were living in the little house over on Laing’s, a group of us waited until the wee hours and had a big round straw bale ready on the back of a pickup truck. We backed up to the front door and thought we were being quiet enough getting the bale pushed in against the door so that they couldn’t get out. As we hurried to crawl back in the cab of the truck there was Mervin sitting in the truck laughing and drinking one of our beer.

Mervin lived life and all aspects of it with a passion. His family and his friends, his fellow Lions, his neighbors, his work and those we worked with and his hobbies were all extremely important to Mervin. Those of us here today as well as so many more were fortunate to be a part of that. Everyone in Mervin’s life was treated with respect and kindness.

There was never enough time for Mervin. There were always so many things and so many people that he wanted more time for. The days, the weeks, right up to the years were never long enough to fulfill all of his passions. Mervin most definitely lived life to the fullest.

Always being behind schedule it was lucky for Merv that we live so far out in the sticks, he made up a lot of time on the road. When his license accumulated too many points, he learned to stop fast when the cop lights came on to allow him time to position Frances behind the steering wheel while the cop car was turning around.

Frances quickly got used to being the last to leave any social function they attended.

Together Mervin and Frances raised a family that they loved and made them overflow with pride. Over the years the love and pride Mervin felt also grew into respect. Jason, Janilea and Tyler have grown up with excellent values and principles. You have done well at work and at play as well as at accumulating friends and earning respect and love in life. Merv has been proud of his children, and particularly proud of the spouses each of you has chosen. As you fell in love with your spouses your Dad and Mom also fell in love with them. Mervin not only grew to love and be proud of Stacy, Leon and Naomi but they also earned a high level of respect from him. Not only did Mervin make all of your worlds a better place, you did the same for him. Much like Mervin becoming Mervin and Frances, the family has become Jason and Stacy, with their family TJ and Tash, Leon and Janilea, with their daughters Kailea and Kiera, Tyler and Naomi. Our hearts and love go out to all of you.

This week has been heartbreaking for so many of us but we have to be thankful for the years and the memories. I know that Mervin will remain a part of us forever, his influence was strong. Although Mervin lived more in life than many people could in 200 years, we feel he was taken from us far too early. My heart and sympathy go out to the many friends today but even more so to his family. Along with the immediate family I have just mentioned, also to: his Dad Frank and Dorothy; his Mother-in-law Ellen Foot; his brother Ken and Jo-Ann; his brother Larry and Ruth; his sister Gail and Monty Mattson; His brother-in-law Keith and Shirley Foot; as well as his nieces and nephews.

Tribute by Jim Evaskevich

When I was asked to say a few words today and had to think about what I might say, the first thing that came to mind was my childhood years growing up in this area, and the great fun I had whenever I stayed over at Mervin’s place.

When Merv and I were young boys we spent a lot of time together riding horses. I don’t think either of us had a bicycle, so we spent a lot of our time jumping off the horses at full gallop onto hay piles, playing cowboys and Indians on horseback (Mervin was a bit older so he made me be the Indian), teaching our fathers’ horses how to race like thoroughbreds, and doing things that ranch kid’s did back in the “60’s.

With that came a lot of experience and one that I won’t ever forget is the time King (Merv’s Shetland pony) got away from Merv while we were out riding. Merv, being faster than I was, caught up to King, and by the time I arrived King was speeding off and Merv was kneeling on the road in obvious pain. I asked what was wrong and Merv simply raised his shirt and showed me the 2 perfect hoof prints on his chest that King had left as a parting gift. We both broke out into laughter and finally caught up with King at the barn where he was enjoying fresh grass out front.

Another day things got a bit tense when Merv decided to shoot the hired man in the ass with a BB gun; we had a good run with the hired man in hot pursuit and the event added greatly to our growing up experience.

Merv and his brother Larry always had a very special relationship. Early in the years, Larry showed us how milk would stay in the milk pail even as it was over your head by swinging it in a circular windmill fashion. Unfortunately, Larry’s pace of swinging was a bit slow at one point and the milk spilled out on his head, which I believe added to Larry’s growing up experience and certainly Merv’s entertainment.

Merv graduated to real horse racing, riding for Norman Dewald in the local horse races that were popular in those days, where he showed the passion early in life that he had for everything he tried his hand at. During this time he also was an excellent teacher for me in the art of car racing. If it could go fast, Merv wanted to drive it and he was good at it. Uncle Frank’s old ’67 Impala was the fastest car in the country in those days and Merv could make that Impala do things that I didn’t know cars could do. I don’t think Uncle Frank knew cars could do that either and we sure didn’t tell him.

Soon after this time, Merv met the love of his life, Frances, and they have been inseparable since.

The enduring theme is that you always had a good time when Merv was around. If he wasn’t playing a practical joke on someone, he was busy enjoying whatever his current interest was, and if you got together over a bottle you knew you were dug in at least until the bottle was empty. When you went to a dance or a party of some sort you always knew Merv was there because you would hear his tell-tale giggle and he always made the event more fun for his friends.

We have all spent this past week saddened and felt a loss that will never be filled. I do know however, that Mervin knew the hazards of this business that most of us are in and that danger did not and should not stop any of us from pursuing our interests and dreams. Mervin pursued his dreams without hesitation and lived his life full every day.

Merv’s legacy will forever be passed on through our memories.

To Our Friend Mervin

On behalf of the Lions Club, I would like to share a few thoughts with you.

Mervin was a fine young man and I am proud to say I was his friend. Not only was Merv a proud Lions member, he was a great community leader. Mervin donated his time and efforts without ever asking for anything in return. It’s men like this that help to keep communities and clubs alive and thriving.

Mervin was quite a jokester and I can see that his sons and nephews have picked up on this trait. If only the rest of us could have some of Merv’s mannerisms, the world would be a much better place to live.

Mervin and Frances were always front and center when it came to helping out. Well rest in peace my friend, because this time we got you covered.

Frances is one of the most respected and strongest woman that I have known and through her we shall always remember Mervin.

Mervin was a strong believer in the principals of Lionism and I’m sure he’s already gathering up all the Lions who have gone before him and making another Lions club in the heaven above.

Sometimes you can forget the pain in your heart but you will never forget the love, because Mervin will always be there forever. Goodbye my Friend.

Dan Beier,

President KAC Lions

Susan Kary Bye

(May 9, 1960 – Jan. 30, 2008)

Written by Howard Bye and Deanna Tainsh

Read by Joan Bousquet

February 2, 2008

Susan was born on May 9th, 1960, in the Coronation hospital to proud parents Bennie and Shirley Kary. She was raised as a farm girl north of Veteran along with her brother Weldon.

When her cousins “the Kary boys” came to visit Weldon, much to her chagrin, the consequence of not engaging whole heartedly in the gun-wielding, mud-slinging war games would mean being locked in the bale fort as a prisoner of the war. Susan learned early in life that to stay in the game she’d have to perform with fierce competitiveness and calculated measures of risk.

Susan attended school from elementary to grade 10 in Veteran. She attended grades 11 and 12 in Consort and graduated in 1978. During the summer months in high school, she worked at the Coronation Treasury Branch.

Her passion was to become a health professional after witnessing her grandmother’s illness and how deeply it affected her family. She pursued a Combined Lab and X-ray Technician Certificate from NAIT in Edmonton, graduating in 1979 and received her training in Hanna, Alberta. Susan started her career at the Bashaw Hospital in 1979 and then in 1980, became a technician at the Consort Municipal Hospital.

Susan and Howard met in 1976, and after 4 years of courtship, they were married on August 30, 1980. In 1983 Susan and Howard purchased the family farm from her parents. She always played an active role in the ownership and operation of Golden Gates Farm. Her farm upbringing, education, and banking experience gave her the skill set to do the farm accounting, to strategize, and to operate large machinery with competency.

For five years they focused on their careers and building their farm. Then, one day, a neighbor lady said to Susan: “If you’re waiting until you can afford kids, you’ll never have any, so you’d better get on with it!” So they did! In 1986 Patricia Leanne was born, weighing 9 pounds and 11 ounces. Four years later, Kyle James was born, tipping the scales at 10 pounds, 5 ounces. Susan and Howard thought they should re-think their farming motto “go big or go home” when it came to having more kids.

Susan approached parenting with as much passion and dedication as she did her career and farming. Her kids became her priority. She valued morals and a strong work ethic, and she instilled these values in her children. Susan also believed in giving Kyle and Patricia valuable life experiences. Taking them on vacation to distant countries where they experien’ed new cultures, and exposure to music was as important as schooling to Susan. Gardens, animals, birds and pets, and the annual harvest were a family affair; the children could mature with a sense of involvement, accomplishment and self worth as they grew up.

It’s difficult to describe Susan’s character in a few words.

She had a contagious smile that would light up a room. She used it often, and it caused even strangers to smile back.

Susan had an assertive-yet-gentle manner and her humor was quick and witty, often leaving listeners in shock and awe, but always eager to hear more. No topic was sacred to Susan. A cabinet maker who came to advise Susan on new counter tops got a taste of her irreverent humour. She was intrigued by granite, but the cabinet maker did not recommend it because of the long distance from suppliers, logistics, and cutting and installation costs. Susan said: “I want to look down on granite for a few years before I have to stare upwards at it.” She got her granite countertops.

The prankster in Susan kept her co-workers and family in stitches. There was the time that a Consort Hospital administrator found his car keys frozen in a bed pan full of suspicious yellow ice. The time that she mooned her father-in-law has become a rural legend. Seeing Howard’s grain truck drive into the yard, she jokingly dropped her pants in welcome, only to discover that Howard’s dad was also in the truck. It is hard to say who was more surprised, Arnold, Susan, or Howard!

Susan loved her birds and animals. She was proud of her flock of content laying hens and the big brown eggs they produced, her exotic birds, and the hen house that neighbors referred to as Susan’s “chicken palace.” The local game warden can attest to several reluctant trips out to the Bye’s to negotiate confiscation of wild goslings that Susan had hatched in the incubator to save nests from being destroyed. Susan maintained bird feeders for blue jays and chickadees, maintained houses for the blue birds – and maintained the pellet gun for sparrows and magpies. Susan liked the gentle quality of Golden Labs, and for the last 24 years these dogs have been part of the family.

Susan’s green thumb was evident to everyone who drove into the farm yard. Shrubs and potted flowers outside and inside the house welcomed visitors to a very homey environment. Roses were her favorites. The colored lilies that Howard proudly planted in all of the flower beds one fall gradually disappeared; Susan had stealthily planted pink and red roses in their place.

Susan’s friends respectfully called her Veteran’s own Martha Stewart because she had gained and shared much wisdom in the art of homemaking. Susan has a picture album full of cakes that she baked over the years for birthday parties for family and friends. Each cake had a special theme appropriate for the person and for the occasion, and was covered by a secret icing recipe that could never be relinquished. Susan learned the art of making perfect Angel food cakes from her mother Shirley. She gave her friends and the local 4H cooking clubs specific instructions on how to replicate her success. Mid-summer meant trekking into the hills in search of saskatoons for a new batch of pies to last until next year’s crop.

Susan had a huge appetite for life, embracing a wide range of experiences. She was as comfortable with fine dining in an elegant evening gown as she was with sitting in a stubble field wearing a tattered plaid jacket, and eating supper off a paper plate. She was as excited about attending the opera as she was about heading to Vegas with the boys for a weekend of Nascar. She was a die-hard fan of Jeff Gordon, in the Dupont #24 car, and a very vocal adversary of Tony Stewart in the #20 Home Depot car, much to the entertainment of everyone who knew this at the track.

As a teenager Susan was an aggressive snowmobiler recognizable by her authentic John Deere helmet. She had to keep pace with the Tkach boys and she took her fair share of spills, scrapes and bruises. “Road rash” she called it.

She was privileged to learn to play music from the late Harold Eikle and could play the piano with ease. Strumming the guitar was more challenging to her but this talent was picked up by her children. Susan’s latest musical encounter was with a new set of drums that arrived at Christmas in 2006. Soon after, the recognizable and energetic rhythms of Johnny Cash came banging up from the basement.

Susan had a huge circle of friends and admirers. With her closest women friends, her “sisterhood”, she shared babysitting, camping, shopping excursions, scrapbooking, birthday parties, and heartfelt conversations. The sisterhood was her support group, but often she gave as much consolation as she received. Somehow through her own experiences she was able to bring hope and humour to others.

Susan was a gifted mediator. During the hectic combine season, you would find her following shortly behind Howard to ensure that his instructions to the crew were understood, that questions were answered, and that nerves or tempers were calmed. It was her personal touch that inspired motivation to achieve each day’s objectives. Appreciation of her people skills came one wet day last September when some of the combining crew and farming friends converged on her hospital room in Calgary to share stories of the latest harvest antics, trials and successes. After they left, the nurses couldn’t get into the room fast enough to learn how Susan had drawn such a congregation of respectful men to her bedside.

People skills were never more necessary than when Susan allocated tickets to dance performances in Consort. Though Susan was deemed the “Ticket Nazi” for Tara’s Academy of Dance Recitals, it took a tough constitution, great organizational skills, and the ability to negotiate compromise in order to accommodate everyone’s needs. To Susan’s credit, she was a patient and compassionate volunteer, teaching 4H kids to bake cakes, serving as a reading buddy at the Veteran school, and teaching Sunday School. Her personal battle with ovarian cancer fuelled her passion for cancer awareness and cancer research funding. She published ovarian cancer awareness articles in area newspapers, and supported the local Terry Fox Run. Last September at Foothills Hospital, to the cheers of friends, family, and hospital staff, she completed her goal of a lap around the ward with her walker, raising $14,000 for the Terry Fox fund. Susan was also dedicated to keeping the memory of her daughter Patricia alive by actively managing the Patricia Bye Award of Excellence in the Veteran and Consort schools.

Despite the loss of Patricia five years ago and a four-year battle with cancer, it’s important for everyone to know that Susan spent all of her life LIVING, not dying. Facing new experiences and new challenges head-on was a way of life for her. Amazingly, her determination never faltered. She never said “enough is enough.” She told us last fall that people can receive a miracle cure that allows them to live for another 20 years. She believed that she had received a miracle too, even if it was only for four months – four months to reconnect with people and to do things that needed to be done.

Susan cared deeply about her family. Foremost was love as a mother, as a wife, as a sister and as a daughter. She set high expectations for Kyle who has grown into a knowledgeable, fun loving and polite young man. She credited her dad for her creativity and intuitiveness. And she was grateful to her mother for her strength and determination. They called each other every morning. They enjoyed traveling to Edmonton to see the Queen, and had made plans to follow that up with a trip to England to have tea with “Liz” at Buckingham Palace and to visit Coronation Street. She maintained a caring and respectful relationship with her brother and his family.

Susan was a very devoted and fun-loving wife. Throughout their marriage Susan was Howard’s “right hand girl.” She was Howard’s best friend and he knew he could count on her for absolutely anything. Even before they were married Susan used to take great pride in helping Howard type his university reports. Throughout their university and college days, if they were studying together, she was the one who would make sure they took a break and had some fun.

Howard and Susan depended on each other for advice and support when making major decisions with respect to their careers and the farm. They drew on each other’s intuition and intellect, and as a team built a beautiful farm, a successful farming operation and partnered in a new crop input business.

Though Susan was a very capable and independent woman, she depended on Howard for her strength and conviction to her treatment program, which they referred to as “the plan.” Even though she appreciated and loved having her friends with her throughout her illness and hospitalizations, it was truly Howard that she wanted by her side. He was her rock! When he would leave the hospital room for a break it wasn’t long and she would be asking where Howard was.

Susan was excited and delighted at Howard’s surprise anniversary gift when he organized a renewal of their wedding vows on their 27th wedding anniversary in the hospital. He completed the surprise by presenting his bride with flowers that were a replica of her original bouquet. Their vows summed up their true devotion to each other: “To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, ’til death do us part”.

Memories of her tenacity, determination, friendliness, humor and commitment exemplified Susan’s pledge to live each day to the fullest. She taught us the importance of taking the time, and then to cherish the time to “smell the roses”.

The memorial service to commemorate Susan’s life took place at the Coronation Community Centre, Coronation, Alberta on Saturday, February 2, 2008 at 1:00 p.m. with Reverend Stephen Shantz of the Veteran United Church officiating. Joan Bousquet gave the eulogy that was written by Howard Bye & Deanna Tainsh. Linda Schetzsle played for the congregational hymns, “I Danced In The Morning” and “In The Bulb There Is A Flower”. A memorial slide presentation was played honoring Susan’s life. Musicians, Pat & Charlotte Gilmer, Kyle Bye, Cameron Bye & Mitchell Tainsh performed “Will The Circle Be Unbroken”. Active Pallbearers were Bruce Kary, Brent Kary, Dale Kary and Jaron Bye. A private family interment took place at the Veteran Cemetery on Sunday, February 3, 2008. Following the memorial service family and friends remained at the Community Centre for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Veteran United Church Ladies and the community. In Susan’s honor, memorial contributions may be made to the Ovarian Cancer Association, 101-145 Front St. East, Toronto, ON, M5A 1E3 or to The Patricia Bye Award of Excellence Scholarship Fund, Box 457, Veteran, AB, T0C 2S0.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

In Appreciation

Howard and Kyle Bye, Ben and Shirley Kary and Weldon and Diana Kary are forever grateful for the following deeds of kindness shown towards Susan and our families in our recent times of need:

The Foothills Hospital Unit 42 and 47 nurses and staff that not only provided care but became our friends.

Dr. Nation, Dr. Katage, Dr. Hagen, Dr. Young and Dr. Murray at the Foothills Hospital and the Tom Baker Clinic for their attention and special interest in Susan’s needs.

Minna Gill, Kate Butler and all staff at the Tom Baker Clinic who helped Susan with diligent scheduling of tests and with treatments.

Barbara Goode and David Morrison of the Foothills Spiritual Services group for their prayers, visits and support.

Friends Ken Longeway and Melissa Hartwell for providing a home away from home in Calgary for Susan, Howard and Kyle for many days, weeks and months at a time.

Dr. Lynne McKenzie, Dr. Tolmie, nurses, hospital and ambulance staff at the Coronation Hospital for their professionalism, expertise and compassion shown towards Susan and our families during Susans treatments and stays.

Dr. Gerhard Malherbe and Dr. Carin Strydom and staff at the Consort Hospital for comforting Susan during her stay there.

The Consort and Area homecare nurses and staff who assisted Susan to live at home for 3 months this fall and winter.

Susan’s “sisterhood”, the special friends that helped her through many hospital stays, helped her at home, assisted her with Christmas shopping, came for tea and for being only a phone call away.

Heather, Craig and staff of Coronation Funeral Home for handling proficient funeral arrangements with compassion, commitment and professionalism.

Officiating Clergy, Reverend Stephen Shantz and his wife Elizabeth for their friendship with Susan, visits to the hospitals, prayers, and commitment of faith that helped to keep her determined and strong.

Active Pallbearers Bruce Kary, Brent Kary, Dale Kary and Jaron Bye.

Wilma Klumpenhower, Joan Bousquet, Linda Schetzsle, Pat and Charlotte Gilmer, Cameron Bye and Mitchell Tainsh for their roles in making Susans memorial service a heartfelt and meaningful experience for everyone in attendance.

The Veteran United Church Ladies and community for serving lunch and refreshment after the funeral.

The Village of Veteran and Daryl Tkach for their role assisting with interment.

Family and friends who helped Susan and her family in times of need, sent cards and flowers and attended the funeral service to celebrate her life, and who gave generously to charity and to the Patricia Bye Award of Excellence Scholarship Fund in Susan’s memory.

We are so humbled.

With heartfelt sincerity,

Howard and Kyle Bye

Ben and Shirley Kary

Weldon and Diana Kary

and family

Muriel Bye and families

John A. Kleinschroth

(December 29, 1928 – March 1, 2008)

John Alexander Kleins- chroth passed away March 1, 2008 at the Jubilee Lodge in Edmonton. He was born in Consort, Alberta on December 29, 1928 to Alexander and Sarah Kleinschroth. His family moved to the Tofield area in 1933.

AfterJohn and Sylvia married, they raised their family in Edmonton and following retirement moved to Hastings Lake in 1983. John is remembered for his generosity, strong family ties, his love of music, carpentry skills and sense of humor. John is survived by his loving wife of 56 years, Sylvia; six children, John (Gwen), Barb (Dwayne), Donna (Jim), Len (Janet), Arlene (Charlie) and Brian;grandchildren Terena (Colin), Randy, Jay, Jacquelyn (Scott), Nick, Joel, Jolene (Jason), Bradon, Jared, Evan, Tess and Elliot; two great grandchildren, Tristan and Brooklyn; siblings, George (Margaret), Norma (David) and Donna (Mac) as well as many family and friends.

The funeral was held March 6th at 2:00 p.m. at Glenwood Funeral Home, Sherwood Park.

Donald James Cook

Feb. 29, 1920 – March 2, 2008

Don, the seventh of nine children was born in St. Paul, Minnesota to John and Ottillia Cook on the 29th of February 1920.

They immigrated to the Monitor area when Don was 11 months old. He stayed in this area working on farms until he went overseas.

After he was discharged in 1946, he moved to Lobley to live with his sister and brother in law, Alice and Albin Liknes. It was here Don decided to become a shoemaker and opened his shoe repair by the theatre in Sundre. Years later when ‘the mall’ was built he opened Don’s Men’s Wear and Saddlery with a shoe repair in the back.

Don married Joyce Twedt on February 20th, 1965 and immediately inherited what was to become a large family. They worked together at the store until they retired to the Creston area in 1978 and for 21 years were snowbirds.

Then in November, 2001 Don and Joyce returned to Alberta and settled in Didsbury to be close to family. Don passed away peacefully at home with his wife by his side.
During his life Don was an avid sportsman and active in the community. He had a band and played often at community dances. Don will be remembered fondly by many for his stubby cigar he always had in his mouth.

He is survived by Joyce, his wife of 43 years; Wendy Davies of Didsbury; Tom Twedt and his friend, Pam of Bearberry, Laurie (Glenda) Twedt of Lethbridge. Grandchildren: Stephan, Sean (Wanda), Cory (Brandy) Davies, Jenaya Twedt, Cliff (Crystal), Jeff (Corina), Greg (Stephanie), Phillip (Andrea), Amanda (Chris) and Calvin Twedt. Great Grandchildren: Vincent, Cameron, Courtney, Jaden, Shekhina, Grace, Jade-Lynn, Madison, Kaedynce, Kalen, Aeris, Haiden and Lucas. One Great-Great Grandson, Jason. He is also survived by sisters: Alice and Evelyn and one brother, Lyle, as well as many nieces and nephews.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations in Don’s honor may be directed to the Alzheimer’s Society of Alberta, 10531 Kingsway Ave., Edmonton, Alberta T5H 4K1.

GEORGE DONEFF

(Aug. 23, 1916-March 19, 2008)

George Doneff passed away at his home in Leth-bridge on March 19, 2008 with his family by his side. He was 91.

George was born August 23, 1916 in the Basin Lake district close to the Hamlet of Pemukan. He took his schooling in Basin Lake School.

He farmed with his step-father, Evan Doneff, until his passing on February 14, 1929. George stayed farming with his stepmother, Minka. Later she married Roy Vasileff and George stayed with them. After Roy and Minka moved to Edmonton in 1944, George remained on the farm and also did custom work.

After meeting Mary Meier of Kirriemuir, they got married on April 22, 1946. They had their first son, John, and daughter, Helen before buying the Bill Haugen farm in 1951 and in 1956 they welcomed son, Murray. They moved to Provost in 1971 and lived there until they moved to Lethbridge in May of 1986. George enjoyed going back to the farm and seeing how things were going and what the crops were like, even though he quit farming in 2004.

George is survived by his loving wife of 62 years, Mary; son John (Sandra), daughter Helen Grant and son Murray (Carol), sister-in-law Saddie Vasileff; grandchildren Collin (Tanya), Corey Doneff, Angie, Ronald and Leigh Grant, Orin (Holly) Doneff, Cassidy Doneff and two great grandchildren, Michael and Carley Doneff, also lots of relatives and friends.

He was a loving husband, father and Grandpa and will be missed everyday by his wife and children.

Funeral Services were held on Monday, March 24, 2008 at Central Lutheran Church, Provost, Alberta. Interment followed at Kirriemuir Cemetery. If so desired, donations may be made to the Kirriemuir Cemetery Fund.

Gregory’s Funeral Homes of Provost in charge of arrangements.

Dwayne Rodney Joseph Tkach

(Nov. 17, 1953-March 28, 2008)

Dwayne was born November 17, 1953 in Consort, Alberta to Arlos and Elsie Tkach, the second of four sons. He started his schooling in Consort then moved to Veteran until high school which he finished and graduated in Coronation.

When his dad had a heart attack and needed help taking care of the Veteran Skating Rink, dwayne took time off from school to help him. He then went back and got his grade 12.

He was always very quiet and had a very kind and protective nature. He was always there to watch out for his little sister Terry, coming to her aid a number of times.

Dwayne worked for Bill Price (Poosey) for awhile and helped out where he could. He then started a career with the Alberta Wheat Pool that lasted 27 years; after which he tried his hand at farming but that was not to be.

After a few down years he got a job at the Travelodge in Red Deer as a maintenance man. Here he made some lasting friends who have come to honor him today.

Dwayne married Verna Hoff and had a daughter, Brandi Dawn, December 30, 1980. He was so very proud of her; he was MISTER MOM to his precious little girl while she was with him. He did everything he could for Brandi; she was his whole life right to the end.

Dwayne wasn’t much on talking or telling anything about himself, but he never had a problem letting everyone know that Brandi was his number one girl. Most people have special hobbies and interests, Dwayne loved to walk, and he would walk miles in any and all kinds of weather.

Dwayne passed away peacefully in the Red Deer Hospital on March 28, 2008 with his family by his side. He will surely be missed by everyone he touched in his life.

He was predeceased by his father, Arlos and Godparents Stephen and Blanche Gorcak. Those who will always remember Dwayne and who are left behind, include his precious daughter Brandi Dawn (Derek), Mother Elsie, Brothers Greg (Vi), Patrick and Lory; Sisters Terry (Robert) Preston and Joey (Wes) Sieger; numerous nieces, nephews and a host of relatives and friends near and far.

The memorial service to commemorate Dwayne’s life took place at the Veteran Community Hall, Veteran, Alberta on Tuesday, April 1, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. with Father Joselito Empleo Cantal officiating. Words of remembrance were given by niece, Candice Preston. Recorded musical selections were played: ‘How Great Thou Art’, “You Can Let Go” and “On Eagle’s Wings”. Soloist Brenda Schmidt sang “In The Garden”. The readers were Candice Preston and Gordon Long. Following the memorial service, family and friends remained at the Community Hall for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Talbot Homemakers.

In Dwayne’s honor, memorial contributions may be made to your nearest S.P.C.A. or to a charity of the donor’s choice in care of Coronation Funeral Home, Box 35, Coronation, AB. T0C 1C0.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Don Sullivan

(Sept. 20, 1927-April 8, 2008)

On April 8, 2008, Don Sullivan passed away at the age of 80.

Don was born in Consort on September 20, 1927. He is survived by his loving family, his wife of 55 years Elsie; their children Brian (Colleen), Patrick (Jeannette), Colleen, Carol (Pete) and Robert; grandchildren David, Megan, Gregory, Lucas, Logan, Jill, Michelle, Robert, Danielle and Cody; one sister Eunice Geddes; numerous in-laws, nieces and nephews.

A private family mass was held with interment at Our Lady of Peace cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, donations to The Northern Alberta Brain Injury Society or a charity of one’s choice will gratefully be accepted.

Clifford Andrew Olsen

(April 19, 1920 – April 8, 2008)

Clifford Andrew Olsen was born April 19, 1920 to Oscar and Minnie Olsen, about 18 miles south of Cereal on his Dad’s homestead. He passed away peacefully with his family at his side on April 8, 2008 in Oyen. He attended Lundberg School until age 15 and in grade 9 he left school to help his Dad on the farm. He was always there to help neighbours with their farm work. He first started to farm in 1939 when he rented a quarter section of land in the Lanfine area and rented the Agar farm north of Cereal in 1943.

Cliff married Ethel Smith on September 19, 1944 and moved to the Agar farm in January of 1945. While there, two children, Gene and Muriel, joined the family. In the fall of 1950 they bought a house in Oyen where Cliff supported his growing family as the drayman. It was in this year that another girl, Gloria, joined the family. Then in 1955 they bought the Agar farm and that’s where his dreams started coming true. Over the next five years three more children arrived, Carol, Odean, and Dianne, to complete the family. He loved to farm and quite often vacations were cut short because he wanted to be back at the place he loved. He continued to work the land even after they moved to Cereal in 1981.

Family was a source of great joy for Cliff. With six children, sixteen grandchildren, and nine great-grandchildren, he was always surrounded by love and admiration. His favourite activities in his early years were curling, dancing, cards, and as a spectator at any sport his children were involved in. In his later years you could find him at bingo, ice-fishing, or at the Golden Center playing pool or cards.

Cliff’s family will always remember him as a loving, gentle, caring man who never spoke harshly of anyone. He possessed a sharp mind, a great sense of humour, and an unfailing memory even up to his last day.

He leaves to mourn his passing, his partner of over 63 years, Ethel; children Gene (Viola), Muriel, Gloria (Garry), and Carol; daughter-in-law Barb; son-in-law David; grandchildren Twyla (Kirk), Connie (Wade), Heidi (Dave), Serena, Chad, Carla (Jeff), Tyler (Lesa), Lee (Holly), Michael, Cindy (Dannen), Cody, Bret (Elena), Clint, Tamara, Clifford, and Brittany; great-grandchildren Emer, Rhys, Hope, Ryann, Maysen, Parker, Bridget, Shelby, and Spencer; brother Charles “Bud” (Alice); sisters O’Lena, Rose, Esther (Jock); sister-in-law Eileen; brother-in-law Gerry, Elgin (Hazel); and numerous nieces and nephews.

Cliff was predeceased by his parents Oscar and Minnie; daughter Dianne; son Odean; son-in-law Jim; brothers Henry (Hank) and Chester; brothers-in-law Clarence and Jim; and sisters-in law Doris and Marguerite.

Funeral Service was held Saturday, April 12, at the Cereal Community Hall in Cereal, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Rev. Roger Kett. Sandra Ford was the organist and Cindy Hok and Carla Hogan gave the eulogy. Hymns were “Old Rugged Cross” and “Amazing Grace.” Pallbearers were Chad Olsen, Tyler Sletton, Lee Pederson, Michael Peder-son, Cody Hok, Bret Olsen, Clint Olsen and Clifford Long. Honorary Pallbearers were Walter Hunter, Lloyd Palmer; residents of the Country Cottages; family, friends, and neighbours who cared and shared in Clifford’s life.

Memorial tributes may be directed to the Cereal Athletic Association, Box 56, Cereal, Alberta, T0J 0N0; Cereal Golden Center, Box 187, Cereal, Alberta, T0J 0N0; or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Cereal United Church Ladies in the Cereal Community Hall.

MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.

James (Jim) Dale Rumohr

(Oct. 17, 1936 – April 14, 2008)

James Dale Rumohr was born on October 17, 1936 to William Thomas and Mildred Fern Rumohr. He was the youngest of nine children raised in the Naco area. Through the years he tried many different jobs and travelled to many different places. He settled in Hanna, close to his roots until his passing at Hanna Hospital on April 14th.

He spent many years around the farm. He loved to work with and be near the horses. As a young man, he became a jockey and travelled for many years with the racing circuit.

He met his future wife, Barb in Calgary and they married in November 1978. After they married, they lived in Canmore. This was where Jamie joined the family in 1984.

Later, they moved to an acreage near Hanna and had a lasting friendship with the Berry Creek Hutterite Colony. Jim enjoyed going out for coffee and visiting with friends.

Jim always enjoyed a good game of crib or crokinole and spent many hours playing crib with the Crib Club. He also loved to go fishing and was out as often as possible.

We all have different memories of Jim but he was always part of our lives and was close to his family, his brothers and sister, nieces and nephews who he loved to tease. He made us all laugh and smile.

Jim was predeceased by his parents William (1957) and Mildred (1974); infant sister (1923); brother George (1995); sister Mary (2004); brother-in-law Slim; and sisters-in-law Velma and Marguerite.

He is survived by his wife Barbara; children Jamie, Danny, Susie, Tony (Hilary), Terry, and Gino; four grandchildren Amber, Michelle, Robert, and Sara; brothers Gerry, Harold (Hazel), Earl (Joyce), Ken (Agnes), and Gordon (Grace).

Funeral Service was held Saturday, April 19, at the Sedalia Community Hall in Sedalia, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Rev. Sandy McPherson. Marvel Jorgen-son was the organist and a eulogy was given by Debbie Anderson. Hymns were “How Great Thou Art”, “Safe in the Arms of Jesus”, and “Old Rugged Cross.” Honorary Pallbearers were Jim’s family, special friends, and all those who cared and shared in his life.

Memorial tributes may be directed to the Alberta Heart & Stroke Foundation, #124, 430-6th Ave. S.E., Medicine Hat, Alberta, T1A 2S8; or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the interment in the Cophill Cemetery, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Sedalia Community Club in the Sedalia Community Hall.

MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.

Bill Eccles

(April 23, 1948-April 20, 2008)

Bill was born in Gladstone, Manitoba on April 23, 1948 to William and Betty Eccles. He was the second son of three boys.  Bill moved to Winnipeg, Manitoba with his family where he lived until he was 21.  He joined the Military at the age of 22 and a few short years later met a young nurse from Nova Scotia.  On June 6, 1970, Bill married Dorothy Agnes Thibault.  The young couple moved to Kingston, Ontario and added two children to their family; Tracy Dawn on May 11, 1971 and Kimberly Ann on August 21, 1972.  The family moved to Wainwright, Alberta in 1976.  Bill was discharged from the Army after serving 12 years and held various jobs over the next few years.  He entered the oil industry which would eventually move his family to Consort, Alberta in 1988.

Bill passed away on Sunday April 20, 2008 in the comfort of his own home which was very important to him.  He fought a short, hard battle with lung cancer.

Bill’s greatest attribute was his generosity. He was generous with his time and his knowledge.  He believed in helping everyone in any way that he could manage. “Treat others how you wished to be treated” is something by which he lived.  Bill had 27 years of sobriety, something that he was very proud of. Most Thursday evenings Bill could be found at the little white Anglican Church surrounded by his support group but most importantly his friends.

Bill’s second home (although he would argue first) was of course his beloved cabin at Gooseberry Lake. Serenity Hill was his pride and joy and “the best darn purchase” he ever made.  Bill was usually the first camper of the season each year and probably the last camper of the season as well. You could usually find Bill touring around the lake on his golf cart with at least one, if not more, grandkids on board or hanging off depending how many were on with him. His latest passion was the Spray Park that will be going in at Gooseberry Lake.  His wish was to have an activity for the children that visit the park.

Another source of pride for Bill was his 4-H Woodworking Group.  A prouder leader will not be found.  He shared his love for woodworking with his “kids”.  He truly enjoyed teaching another generation of woodworkers the craft. The growth of the woodworking club was an indication that the kids felt the same way about Bill as he did of them.

Last, but definitely not least, is Bill’s love for his grandchildren.  Quite often you would hear Bill say “If I had known grandchildren were going to be this much fun I would have had them first”.  A great supporter of all his grandchildren’s activities, you always found Bill at each event cheering them on from the sidelines.  Sometimes a bit louder than needed.  Who can forget his air horn for the hockey games.  The poor unsuspecting person sitting (not for long) next to Bill. The grandkids always knew Grandpa would be there with a smile and a congratulatory hug no matter the outcome.

We will always love him and cherish the memories we have of a man with a huge, generous heart.

Bill’s Family

Bill is survived by his loving wife of 38 years, Dorothy of Consort, Alberta; his children Tracy (Dean) Rombough of Alliance, Alberta, and Kim (Randy) Smith of Consort, Alberta. Grandchildren, Brooke, Teagan, Chase and Baby Rombough, Scott, Shelby, Sara, and Sophie Smith. His mother Betty Eccles of Winnipeg, Manitoba. His brothers Bob (Linda) Eccles of Winnipeg, Manitoba, and Brian Eccles of Winnipeg, Manitoba; sister-in-law Shirley Eccles of Shoal Lake, Manitoba; nieces and nephews Stacey (Eric) Robinson of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Kathy Eccles of Winnipeg, Manitoba,  Craig (Bonnie) Eccles  of Consort, Alberta, Wes (Lesley) Eccles of Winnipeg, Manitoba; cousins and special friends. His extended Thibault family in B.C., Alberta, Ontario, Quebec, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and P.E.I.

Bill was predeceased by his father William Eccles, brother-in-law Phillip, father-in-law George Thibault, mother-in-law Sara Thibault and sister-in-law Florence Mullen.

A Celebration of Bill’s life was held on Thursday, April 24, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. in the Consort Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta with Father Paul Kavanagh and Father Greg Bittmen officiating. Tributes were given by friends, Tim Dobruk and Jack Rovensky. The Consort Creative Hands recited the 4-H Pledge. A memorial slide presentation was played honoring Bill’s life. Special recorded music was “Believe”, “Thank You” and “Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone”. Urn Bearer was Bill’s oldest grandson, Scott Smith. Honorary Pallbearers were the Consort AA Group & All Friends of Bill W., “All Bill’s Family & Friends” and The Royal Canadian Legion Branch #32 Consort.

Following the memorial service family and friends remained at the Sportex for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Corpus Christi Catholic Church. In Bill’s honour, memorial contributions may be made to The Neutral Hills Ag Society, c/o Heather Stickel, Box 220, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0 for the Eccles Water Spray Park.
Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Tribute by Tim Dobruk

A couple of months ago, BIll asked me if I would do a eulogy at his funeral. I didn’t say ‘yes’, but asked him if he could let me think about it and I would let him know. The next day, Karen and I stopped to see him and I told him that I had decided to do it. Bill said, “I knew you would, but why did you have to think about it, are you scared to talk in front of a bunch of people?” I said, “No, not really, because there will probably only be two or three people at the funeral, anyway!” Well, we had a good laugh and cry all at the same time and here we are today and I guess I was off on my estimate.

Bill was born in Gladstone, Manitoba, April 23, 1948, the second of three sons born to William and Alberta Eccles. (She was a War Bride from Holland). In 1951, they relocated to Winnipeg where Bill did his grade schooling and joined the work force for the next few years.

In 1970, Bill met Dorothy and they married on June 6th of that year, and began their lives together. In September of 1970, Bill embarked on a career in the Canadian Armed Forces and he and Dorothy were stationed at Kingston, Ontario. While at that post, Bill travelled all over the world with the Forces. During their posting at Kingston, they started their family and in May of 1971, Tracy was born, followed by Kimberly in August 1972. Bill and the family transferred to Wainwright in August of 1976 and Bill continued his career with the Forces until he was honourably discharged in 1979. He then went to work in the oilfield around Wainwright, working rigs until 1981 when he went to work for B.M.W. Monarch in Wainwright. In May 1988, the family moved to Consort to open the new store for B.M.W. where he worked until 1990. In April of 1990, BIll went to work for C.E. Franklin Ltd. in their fiberglass division, where he spent the last eighteen years until his death on April 20, 2008.

Bill had been very active in the community since they arrived here from Wainwright. He was a member of the Consort Branch #32 Royal Canadian Legion; he was a member of the Consort & District Chamber of Commerce and served as President at one time; Bill was one of the founding members of the Consort Oilmens Association 20 years ago; and for the past four years took great pride in teaching young 4-H members his woodworking skills. He really loved teaching the kids and wanted to be out in his garage with them the last few months, but he could not physically do it.

Bill’s last project was helping plan and fund raise for the newly developed water spray park at Gooseberry Lake.

One of Bill’s greatest accomplishments was his 27 years of sobriety in A.A. From his service work in the program to the wisdom that he shared at meetings, he was always willing to help anyone that asked. Bill has helped countless people.

Bill’s strength during his battle with cancer was amazing. He never once said ‘why me’; he just dealt with it one day at a time. One of Bill’s favorite sayings was, “Everything happens for a reason. In the grand scheme of things we may not know the reason”. I didn’t argue with Bill on this because he would have told me to be quiet and just listen.

Bill and I met about 20 years ago through work. We were acquaintances and not much more. Then about ten or eleven years ago, I was one of those people that Bill came to rescue from myself.

I was very lucky to have known Bill and been his friend. He was so much more than just a friend to me – he was like having an extra father and an older brother, and also my brother in recovery. I am a better person for having known Bill and will be forever grateful for the gift that he gave to me and to many others.

I will really miss “This is Bill” on the other end of the phone but he will always be in my heart and mind.

Tribute by Jack Rovensky

Bill asked me to do his eulogy for him – Keep it short and simple. It has been a personal joy to have known and shared with Bill, his wife Dot, daughters Tracy, Dean and family, Kim, Randy and family. Having met Bill later in life it was MEANT to happen as he would always say. When asked about this he said “everything happens for a reason”, sure enough they do.

Bill’s earlier life in the Forces as a Jimmy stationed at different bases in Canada and the world, was a strong force in his life and I think created in Bill the strong will and ethics that would surface in his years to come. His time spent in Germany was a topic that always came up as it was a posting that he enjoyed. Far more than his time in Alert, where cold temps and snow were routine; this is probably where his dislike for cold weather and snow came about. We all heard about it.

His involvement with the Legion and friends that served with him, stayed strong throughout his life even to wearing red and black on Friday’s to show support for troops around the world. Several changes in Bill’s life occurred in Wainwright where he finished with the Forces and started in the oil patch.

Bill found a new group to belong to – one that profoundly changed Bill’s life and those around him. Being a friend of Bill”s brought forth a man who matured and blossomed by following the 12 step program, learning and living by it. He went on to do a great deal of service work in the program, traveling to many meetings carrying the message to others in need which he did for the rest of his life. To meet and change the lives of so many is a testament to Bill that stands for itself. Bill showed me that there is life and then a life with Truth, Honesty, Faith, Love and Humility. His reminder was simple “DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU “.

Bill, Dorothy and family moved to Consort, BiIl with CE Franklin & Fiberglass Pipe, Dorothy continuing nursing,Tracy and Kim in school. As time passed, marriages and grandchildren were soon to fill their time. Bill’s family was a source of pride to him, wonderful to behold in action and constant amusement, for as a Grampa he excelled, spending time with all, loving, sharing practical joker as we all knew, a true father and grandfather.

My wife Rondi and I spent many happy times with the Eccles in their home, at their cabin at Gooseberry Lake. Bill truly loved his cabin and when spring came, you knew that he would be there till freeze up with family and friends watching movies or in front of the BBQ. If you heard a golf cart, chances are it would be Bill coming to visit or taking you to his cabin, for laughs, food or some new idea. We even managed to spend some time on the golf course which was interesting to say the least.

I fondly remember the term ‘Blunt Bill’ mentioned at work and play and his saying “Take me as I am”. He had a knack for getting the damndest reactions, but I also saw a side of him that I hope others saw as well – a compassion and gentleness that came through in more serious times.

Brian’s son, Craig, moved to Consort for employment. Once settled, his wife Bonnie and children arrived to a new home; they too became a part of Bill and Dorothy’s extended family. Bill mentioned time and again that he was so blessed to have so many dear and close friends from all walks of life to visit and share the joy of friendship with. We talked about his childhood memories, the good times, sad times, stories of brothers Bob and Brian who played an important part in Bill’s youth. Growing up with them and laughing at things past with a lot of feeling and emotion. Bill knew that in the end, the complexities of family life, that grudges and such, were better forgiven and forgotten as they should be. Good memories should hold more strength for us.

During his bout with cancer, he stayed at home surrounded by those he loved the most, his wife Dorothy caring for him as she always had. His daughters, their husbands and grandchildren around him.

As time marches on I would like to leave you with this message:

The power of a strong relationship sustains us and

Gives us strength, it’s that power in knowing,

If I fail, my friend is still there, or, if I fail, I have

A wife who still loves me.

It’s the power in knowing that.

No matter what, we have a father who still loves us.

In repairing a relationship, it’s essential to realize that No friendship is perfect,

no marriage is perfect,

no person is perfect.

With the resolve that

you are going to make a Relationship work, you can develop peace treaties of love and tolerance and harmony to transform a difficult situation into something beautiful.

God’s goal for your home

is harmony. That means a family of individuals singing different notes, but with the same score of music, with the same goal.

Minnie Pekrul

(1905 – May 2, 2008)

Minnie Pekrul of Pen-ticton, B.C. passed away peacefully in the Westview Extended Care of the Penticton Hospital on May 2, 2008 at the age of 103 years plus four months.

She is lovingly remembered by her son, Clint of Stettler; two grandchildren, Donna of Stettler and Gordon (Linda) of Strathmore; three great grandchildren, Colin, Michael and Melanie; one great great granddaughter, Emily; relatives in Manitoba and the U.S.A., as well as close friends, Agnes Orchison of Summerland and Fran Bradley of Penticton.

She was predeceased by her husband, Albert, in 1966, daughter, Laverne in 1988 and daughter-in-law, Bernice in 2005.

Minnie was confirmed and baptized in St. John Lutheran Church in Dresden, North Dakota. She married Albert Pekrul in 1924 and together they settled at Compeer and then moved to Penticton in 1950. She was a charter member of Our Redeemer Lutheran Church, Penticton.

Funeral services were planned for Friday, May 16 at 11:00 a.m. from Penticton Funeral Chapel with interment to follow at Lakeview Cemetery, Penticton.

Funeral arrangements entrusted to Providence Funeral Homes. Condolences to the family may be directed to: pfchapel@vip.net

Providence Funeral Homes, Penticton Funeral Chapel, (250) 492-0713.

Mildred Pearl Zinn

(May 3, 1929 – May 3, 2008)

It is with profound sadness that the family of Millie Zinn announces her passing at Chinook Hospice at the age of 79 years following a valiant battle with cancer.

Mom is survived by two daughters, Virginia (Larry) Scott and family of Calgary and Gayle (Ray) Edwards and family of Whitehorse, Yukon. Mom will be missed by her grandchildren Lisa Shepherd, Brett Scott, Chelsea Edwards, Shaila Edwards, Kiana Edwards and Brodie Edwards. Mom will also be missed by her siblings Kathleen Hardcastle of High River, Alberta; Leo Foster of Water Valley, Alberta; Neil Foster of Hanna, Alberta; Randy Dale of Cessford, Alberta and their families. Mom was predeceased by her parents Fern Ethel and Charles Elmer Foster, a life long friend Lloyd Baldwin and sons Grant Shepherd in 1995, Richard Shepherd in 2006 and a brother Clarence.

Mom was an excellent and accomplished cook who loved to be in her kitchen. Her family dinners were indeed memorable.

Mom worked at the Consort Municipal Hospital for twenty years until her retirement in 1995 where she made many friends.

Mom loved life and her Calgary Flames.

Sincere thanks and appreciation go out to the wonderful Homecare nurses and the “Angels” at Chinook Hospice for their love, unwavering support and encouragement.

Inurnment will be held at Edenbrook Memorial Gardens (17th Avenue & Lower Springbank Road SW) on Saturday May 17, 2008 at 11:30 a.m. Immediately following, please join the family at a Memorial Reception to be held at Leyden’s Funeral Home and Reception Centre (corner of 17th Avenue & 2nd Street SW) on Saturday, May 17, 2008 at 1:00 p.m.

If friends so desire, memorial donations may be made directly to Chinook Hospice, (1261 Glenmore Trail SW, Calgary, Ab. T2V 4Y8.)

Mom will forever hold a special place in our hearts.

Arrangements entrusted to Leyden’s Funeral Home, Reception and Cremation Centre.

Donald Coleman Law

(Oct. 17, 1927 – May 4, 2008)

Donald Law passed away in Consort, Alberta on May 4, 2008 at the age of 80 years.

Don was born October 17, 1927 in Newport, Quebec. He spent his childhood and teenage years in Sawyerville, Quebec, and at the age of twenty-one, decided to venture out west to seek a new career. It was in Millarville, Alberta where Don met and married his wife of forty-three years Margret Anne Scatterty.

Don was a hard-working man who, through dedication to his work as a steel fabricator, moved up through the ranks to provide for his family. In retirement Don and Anne enjoyed camping with their family and grandchildren.

Don was predeceased by his son Donald James (Jim) – 1992; his wife Margret Anne (Anne) 1996. He is lovingly remembered by his children: Gloria (Tom) Bayrack – Edmonton, Donna Bauman – Consort, Bill (Heather) Law – Calgary, Cathie (Marvin) Nicholson – Red Deer; fourteen grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren; brother Cliff (Helen) Law – Cochrane, brother-in-law Jim (Cathie) Scatterty – Millarville, sister-in-law Joan Goyette – Grand Prairie; numerous nieces and nephews.

Private Family Funeral Service will be held at a later date.

Memorial contribution can be made to Consort Senior Citizens Rec. Center, c/o The Acadia Foundation, Box 96, Oyen, AB T0J 2J0.

For further information contact Coronation Funeral Home Ltd. Telephone: 1-888-578-2928.

Amelia Schooler

(April 29, 1926-May 5, 2008)

Amelia Schooler passed away in the Coronation Health Care Centre on the 5th of May 2008 at the age of 82 years.

Amelia was born on April 29th, 1926 in Warsaw Poland to Martin and Mary Kurek. Amelia immigrated to Canada with her parents at the age of 2 years. On her arrival to Canada her parents worked on various farms, at Smokey Lake, Altario and Kirriemuir, settling in the Sedalia area where she attended Shannon Heights School.

On the 21st of December 1942 Amelia married Clay Schooler and from this union four children were born; Gary (Maureen) of Consort, Judy (Jim) Howe of Veteran, Ken (Barb) of Rocky Mountain House, and Joyce.

Farming was the choice for Amelia and husband Clay. Amelia was a very kind and caring wife, mother and grandmother. She loved her husband, family and friends; when company would come she would stop what she was doing to make sure that you weren’t hungry when you left or at least have a tea or coffee and a good visit.

Amelia worked hard on the farm helping Clay with seeding, harvesting and caring for the animals, over and above raising her children. She enjoyed cooking, gardening, music and she had an art for crocheting and knitting.

Amelia was predeceased by her husband Clay; daughter Joyce; parents Martin and Mary Kurek; stepfather Andrew Kunderavich; brothers Felix and Teddy.

Amelia is survived by: daughter Judy (Jim) Howe; sons Gary (Maureen) Schooler and Ken (Barb) Schooler; 7 grandchildren; 7 great grandchildren; sisters: Jenny Bruha (Pat Wiese), Irene (Preston) Kelts, Marie (Richard) Scheffelmaier; sister-in-law: Linda Kurek. Several nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.

A Celebration of Amelia’s life was held on Saturday, May 10, 2008 at 1:00 P.M. in the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta with Reverend Sandy Macpherson officiating. Mrs. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “In The Garden” and “Whispering Hope”. Grandson, Stephen Schooler read the tribute that was written by son-in-law Jim Howe. Reverend Sandy gave an opportunity to those in attendance to share their memories of Amelia; at that time many relatives shared their thoughts of remembrance. A memorial video presentation was played honoring Amelia’s life; with special recorded music by Amelia’s favorite artist Daniel O’Donnell. Active Pallbearers were Robert Howe, David Anderson, David Bruha, Jason Kurek, Bert Schooler and Blaine Scheffelmaier. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Amelia’s Family, Friends and Neighbours”.

Following the interment at the Lakeroad Cemetery everyone joined with the family in the Lower Hall of the Church for lunch and refreshments prepared and served by the Knox United Church Ladies.

In Amelia’s honour, memorial contributions may be made to The Lakeroad Cemetery, Box 309, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0, or to Coronation Hospital Foundation, Mail Bag 500, Coronation, AB. T0C 1C0. Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

A Final Goodbye

Although you have left us Amelia; pleasant memories will always be with us. Your family and friends will greatly miss you. Your love for nature, shown by the beautiful flowers and gardens that you surrounded your home with, is with us in our memories.

We will remember the pride you had in your new home and all the large delicious meals you made for family and friends in it.

One of our fondest memories is the time when you were making the Easter soup and the lid came off of the Garlic jar and it all spilled in the soup. You would think it may have too much garlic, but when you mixed it up and said it was O.K. we knew you couldn’t get too much garlic for a Good Polish Family.

We will always remember a gentle but strong woman who took the time to enjoy all the good things in life.

Some of the important things in life that you taught us were: Working together with our partners and families taking care of each other. We watched you standby Clay and nurse him to the very end. I believe what you taught us and showed us by example, has had a great bearing on your children. All three are nearing and exceeding 40 years of marriage to the same partner.

Another is your love for Music and especially you’re favorite Daniel O’Donnel. On arriving at your home one could always hear his songs in the background, and you may have had to stay a little longer just to watch one of his videos. On May 27th, 2007, Amelia had the privilege of meeting him in person. She had her picture taken with him. She had a list of all his DVD’s and CD’s with her. Daniel read them and autographed the sheet and said, “I didn”t know I had so many!” On the trip home from Red Deer after she found out she had Cancer, she said, “I hope I can see Daniel one more time in person!!” We purchased tickets for his next show in Canada which was held in Lethbridge on May 8th, 2008, but she went home to be with the Lord on May 5th. Little did we know she would not need the tickets and yet would have the best seat in the house from which to watch her favorite entertainer.

Last July Mother started the fight of her life against cancer. She believed she could beat it, but after a most trying time the cancer won. Dr. Lynn McKenzie let her stay at home for as long as possible with the plan that her family would phone and check on her regularly. We did try to phone but the line was always busy. She was talking with her life long friend Mildred Anderson or Doreen Fossom.

On April 1st, Amelia went into the palliative care unit at the Coronation hospital where she would start making many of the arrangements herself. She constantly thanked the Nurses and Doctor for their care. Each day for the next 34 days she was surrounded by her family and the room was always filled with Love.

Each night as her family would leave they would give her a big hug and say we’re going home for the night and we will see you tomorrow. Good-bye. On the morning of May 5th, our Mom said, “Good-bye, I am going home to be with the Lord. I will meet you again in heaven!”

Good-bye for now Mom, till we meet again.

Written by Jim Howe

Pearl Ethel Haugen

(Oct. 28, 1923 – May 11, 2008)

Pearl Ethel Haugen (Signer) passed away May 11, 2008 in Hanna, Alberta, at the age of 84.

Pearl and her twin sister Phyllis were born to Joseph and Winnie Signer of Owlseye, Alberta, on October 28, 1923 in Edmonton. Pearl took her schooling at the Willow Grove School a few miles from their home.

At age 12 she, along with her family, attended some gospel meetings, held at Cork, Alberta, by Harold Websdale and Archie Lindquist. During these meetings Pearl made her choice to begin a life in Christ and has followed that choice all her days.

Pearl left her parental home at the age of 19 to begin work in Edmonton. In the summer of 1940, while attending Convention in the Lacombe area, she met Glenn Haugen from the Consort area and in 1946 after Glenn returned from Military service they where married in Edmonton. Pearl was a wonderful wife, mother and Grandmother all her days.

She leaves to mourn her passing her loving husband, Glenn of 62 years, 3 sons, Rolland of Castor, Lloyd of Rimbey, Gilbert (Evelyn) of Hanna, 1 daughter Gayle of Castor, and 1 brother Wallace (Ruth) Signer of Barrhead, 2 granddaughters and 3 great grandchildren and a host of friends. Pearl was predeceased by her father, mother and 3 sisters.

Funeral services were held on Thursday, May 15, 2008 in the Youngstown Community Hall at 1:00 p.m. Active Pallbearers were Rolland Haugen, Lloyd Haugen, Gilbert Haugen, Martin Haugen, Lawrence Haugen and Tejay Haugen. Interment followed the funeral service at the Youngstown Cemetery, Youngstown, AB. A time of fellowship and luncheon was enjoyed by all that were in attendance.

Memorial donations may be made to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home was entrusted with arrangements.

Lloyd Edward Latimer

(July 2, 1931-May 17, 2008)

Lloyd Latimer passed away in the Consort Hospital on May 17, 2008 at the age of seventy-six. He was born on July 2, 1931 in the Old Consort Hospital.

Lloyd lived with his parents Grace and Logan and sister Dorothy on the homestead at Sounding Lake and went to Horseshoe School. The family moved to the Fraser Place near Gooseberry Lake in 1946. Lloyd attended Neutral Hills School for some years, then finished off his schooling at Whitton School. He spent a year at Rocky Mountain House, hauling logs by horse, then returned to work on the farm for a few years. In 1958, Lloyd went to work as a heavy equipment operator at Gardiner Dam on Diefen-baker Lake in Saskatchewan.

In 1960 Lloyd met Jean Smith and they were married on October 14, 1961 in Saskatoon. Children Barb and Greg were born in Saskatoon. The family moved to Dunblane near Outlook where Brenda and Dale were born. Linda was born after the return to the farm in 1967.

Through the years, Lloyd was involved in Consort Minor Sports; he was named Volunteer of the Year in 1988. Last fall, he received the Melvin Jones Fellowship for his dedication to the Consort Lions Club. A significant portion of Lloyd’s time was devoted to activities of his children and grandchildren.

Lloyd was predeceased by his parents, Edward [Logan] and Grace Latimer and by his daughter-in-law, Debra Latimer.

He is lovingly remembered by his wife Jean; daughter Barb [Keith] Dorey, Teagan and Breann; son Greg [Marjorie] Latimer, Lucas, Micah, Peyton and Isaac; daughter Brenda [Phil] Gilmer, Alicia [Jared] Dedora, Clayton and Cole; son Dale [Darcia] Latimer, Courtney, Samantha, and Paije; daughter Linda [Kelly Morrow] Trey, Dylan and Caelan; sister Dorothy [Frank] Evans; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, other relatives and many friends.

A Memorial Service was held Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. in the Consort Sportex Hall with Reverend Sandy Macpherson officiating. Mrs. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “In The Garden” and “How Great Thou Art”. Special music, “I’ll Fly Away” was provided by Pat & Charlotte Gilmer and Dave & Sheila Robinson. The Eulogy was given by Marjorie Latimer followed by a Tribute from Charles Mohr. Readers were Clay Gilmer and Mark Mohr. Urn Bearer was Dunn Magnusson and Honorary Pallbearers were “All Lloyd’s Family, Friends and Neigh- bours” and “Everyone Who Has Shared in Lloyd’s Life”.

Following the interment at Lakeroad Cemetery everyone joined with the family at the Sportex Hall for lunch and refreshments prepared and served by the Consort Community Ladies.

In Lloyd’s honour, memorial contributions may be made to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary, Box 244, Consort, Alberta T0C 1B0 or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Eulogy by Marjorie Latimer

Lloyd Latimer was kind to me from the time I met him. I could tell that he liked me and it is always wonderful to be liked. In retrospect, I imagine his discovering that I was a member of the teaching profession may have led him to empathize with me; perhaps his kindness was – initially at least – an act of atonement as most stories would indicate that any of his school teachers had had their hands full with him as a student.

I did always find my father-in-law to be kind and gentle, although there was a vague sense that he wasn’t necessarily sweet all of the time. Surely Greg hadn’t learned all those words he uttered from time to time from his mother! I did go over to the shop to pick up some tool or the lawnmower one day and noticed his dad under a piece of machinery. He was all alone, but nevertheless, quite communicative and it was clear that things were not going well. I just snuck back home; I could mow the lawn another day.

Lloyd Latimer was a teller of stories. It doesn’t seem possible that every encounter he had in life was funny, but the telling of every encounter certainly was humorous. Many of the tales seem to involve bachelor type grizzled men who lived in the side of a hill or in an old shack and had a bath once every five years whether they needed it or not. And another faction of the stories involved either five children and maybe grandparents or half a hockey team headed somewhere in the back of a wood-panelled station wagon, often in bad weather and often at a high rate of speed. The rapid momentum of the vehicle was not necessarily mentioned by the driver; only in recollection by the passengers!

On the Latimer farm, one could do anything completely unwise – whether it was getting a truck stuck after driving it somewhere where any idiot would know not to drive or blowing off all one’s eyebrows while attempting to light the heater at the water tank – and receive no chastisement because the patriarch of the family, Lloyd Latimer, had already accomplished that act – or at least a reasonable facsimile of it – first.

There weren’t many beings more social than Lloyd Latimer. He could go anywhere and meet someone who was related to someone who was related to someone he knew. I believe he loved dancing and music and hockey and most any activity that involved his grandchildren. From all appearances he even appeared to love cooking pancakes and sausages for the Lion’s Club Mothers’ Day breakfast.

I’m pretty ordinary, but Greg’s dad always treated me like I was awesome. I believe he did the same for all his children and his grandchildren, his nieces and nephews, his beloved wife and his sister and probably his friends. If life is about love and laughter, then I believe that my father-in-law had it pretty well figured out. And when each one of us here misses him in whatever way we do, we will still possess everything that he gave us. And that will be enough.

Tribute by Charles Mohr

Lloyd was different things to many people: friend, brother, husband, father, grandfather. To me he was, in part, my uncle, big brother, my neighbour, my hero when growing up, my mentor, and most of all, my best buddy.

I think Lloyd got his impish mischievous personality from his Uncle Tom Latimer. His teachers and old neighbours all talked about the lovable mischievous little boy always looking for the next trouble spot. He went through life with that little grin on his face, from the little boy who pushed his scooter to the top of the highest, steepest hill and, disregarding the hazards at the bottom, rode straight down the hill in full tuck.

My mother often tells the story of stooking on a hot summer day, half asleep because it was hot and they had been out to a dance the night before; they bent down to pick up bundles and startled a sleeping badger who quickly put them on the run. I guess drowsiness was not a problem for the rest of that day. Later in life, as a grandfather he raced the school bus on his Honda trike with the kids cheering him on wildly. When company came they would have to go on tour through the hills to the highest point by quad or truck and what they didn’t realize was that they were going to go up the steepest face. Lloyd always knew how to have fun and to be fun, and that is one of the reasons everyone enjoyed his company.

Lloyd had his priorities straight; first and foremost was his family followed closely by friends, community, farming, music and dancing. He always loved little children and I remember him bouncing his kids on his knee and talking to them like little adults. They went everywhere with him; you would stop to talk with him while he was in the truck or the tractor and all of a sudden five little heads would pop up out of nowhere. I remember the hard winters of the 70’s; when the weekend came, Lloyd would get up at four or five in the morning and ride the old double track Skidoo all the way down to Sounding Lake, hook onto the stone boat and haul square bales out to the cows, cut water holes, then head for home. He would then load up his kids, head for the arena, pick up more kids and equipment, and head out on the road for hockey games, and repeat it every weekend. He always attended his children’s and grandchildren’s hockey, ball, track meet or dancing. He was always there to support them. Even this last winter, in failing health, he would go to as many as three or four hockey games in a day, then go home and pick up the final two periods of the Oiler game.

He was also very dedicated to his community projects: artificial ice, arena dressing rooms, the Lions and other projects. Lloyd always enjoyed the characters in the community and cultivated their friendships, and pushed their buttons trying to see what made them tick. This was the source of many of his good stories.

I had the privilege of growing up near him; later as an adult we worked together combining, doing cattle work and cleaning grain, and even pouring our basements. In recent years we camped and holidayed together. Lynda and I had some awesome times traveling together with Lloyd and Jean. We traveled with them twice to Las Vegas and Arizona in the Bounder motor home. We would be driving along and he would say, “Charlie, you had better take over, I’m getting tired.” He would bail out of the seat and giggle while I struggled to take over on the fly. We also shared several trips to Vancouver Island for family reunions and salmon fishing. At least once a day on these trips, Lloyd would say, “Hey, Charlie, it’s going to take a lot of this to get us down,” but on the way home he would always say, “It’s good to be home.” There is no doubt his favourite place on this earth was his big valley and home in the Neutral Hills.

Lloyd worked for many years at the Gardener Dam [Lake Diefenbaker] in southern Saskatchewan before he came home to the farm. One Sunday morning he and two friends, all cat skinners, were driving around and spotted a D-9 Caterpillar sitting idle. They jumped out of the truck and started the Cat, drove it to a steep little hill with frozen ground and snow and turned it sideways to see who could toboggan it the furthest. I suspect the most fun was the next day when the foreman was asking, “Who dunnit?” Another story was when he was on night shift at the dam and, coming home late, he discovered a burglary in progress at the local liquor store. When discovered, the culprits took off in a car with young Latimer in hot pursuit in his shift truck. There were no cell phones so Lloyd had to use the two-way radio and have dispatch phone the police in a neighbouring town and give the directions. Soon the thieves were apprehended. Can you see the grin on Lloyd’s face? I can! As an equipment operator at the Dam, Lloyd was held in such high regard that when they acquired the largest earth moving machine at the time – the only one in the world, a Michigan Dozer the size of two D-9 Cats – they chose Lloyd to be the operator.

Last October Lynda and I had the privilege to take Lloyd and Jean on another trip to B.C., to the Revelstoke/Nelson area. We stopped at Revelstoke and dropped the girls off to shop while Lloyd and I continued on up to Mica Dam; this took four to five hours. During this time, we had a conversation like no other we had before. We talked about life, death, faith, and what life is all about. He said he felt blessed and fortunate to have had the life he had. I returned with a better understanding. Thank you, Lloyd, I needed that talk! I guess it’s time to say goodbye and I wish to thank you one more time for being such a dear friend. I am sure that one day I will hear you say, “Hey, Charlie; It’s going to take a lot of this to get us down!”

Neal Gordon Goldthorpe

(June 25, 1938-May 9, 2008)

Neal Goldthorpe was born to Harold and Juanita Gold-thorpe on June 25th, 1938 in Consort, Alberta, the third of five children. He was predeceased by his father in 1964, his mother in 1993 & his brother Norman in 2005.

His first marriage in 1960 ended, but from this union two children were born; Colleen and Calvin. He spent his working years traveling around the world in land and offshore drilling and while in Iran he met Joann, his wife of 33 years. His advancement from rough-neck to superintendent led to his assisting in the design and operation of a Sedco International Drill Ship that is now commissioned by the U.S. government for scientific ocean drilling exploration.

When Neal retired from his oil field career, he and Joann settled on a small farm in beautiful Creighton Valley in Lumby, B.C. where he lived until his death. During his retirement years he became very involved in raising and showing purebred Shorthorns. This passion for cattle led him to being President of the B.C. Shorthorn Association and a staunch supporter of Local 4-H Clubs. His accomplishments were many and varied for a country boy with a Grade 9 education.

Neal will be lovingly remembered by his wife; Joann, his daughter; Colleen (Ray) and granddaughters; Tia and Rayelle of Kindersley, Saskatchewan, his son; Calvin and grandchildren; Mitchell, Britney and Callie of Grande Prairie, Alberta, his step-daughters; Laurie (John), Leigh (Michael) and grandchildren; Kaitlin and Dustin (Jess), two sisters; Betty Salter of Abbotsford, B.C. and Linda Schetzsle of Veteran, Alberta, one brother; Edwin Goldthorpe of Veteran, Alberta along with numerous extended family members & many friends.

Cremation preceded a Celebration of Neal’s Life which will be held at the Lumby Legion on Saturday, June 7th, 2008 at 4:00 p.m. Those who wish to do so may send donations in memory of Neal to the Canadian Cancer Society, #104-3402 – 27th Avenue, Vernon, BC. V1T 1S1.

Funeral arrangements have been made with Bethel Funeral Chapel Ltd., 5605 – 27 Street, Vernon, B.C. V1T 8Z5.

Arthur Kroeger

(Sept. 7, 1932 – May 9, 2008)

Born Sept. 7, 1932 in Naco, Alberta. Died May 9, 2008 in Ottawa, Ontario. He is survived by his spouse, Hugette Labelle; his daughters, Alix and Kate; his stepchildren, Chantal (Paul Chambers) and Pierre Labelle; his granddaughter, Catherine Labelle-Chambers; his brother, Nick (Lucille) of Consort, sister, Anne (Dafoe) of Hanna, brother-in-law Claude Thornton, Consort; (Honours English) brothers, George (Irene) and Peter (Cathie) of Penticton, B.C. He was pre-deceased by his first wife, Gabrielle (Sellers), a fellow Canadian he had met in England; parents, Heinrich and Helena (Rempel); his brother, Henry of Edmonton and sister Helen of Consort.

Art attended Berryfield School and later Consort. There he learned to skate and eventually played on the hockey team. He worked for a short time with his brothers, Nick and Henry at their garage, doing oil changes, assembling swathers and driving the school bus. It was not work he enjoyed, so in July of 1951, he went to school in Red Deer and then applied to the University of Alberta, Edmonton, where he received a Bachelor of Arts (Honours English) in 1955.

While in university, he joined the University Naval Training Division and graduated with a commission as a Lieutenant Commander. In 1955, Arthur was named Alberta’s Rhodes Scholar. At Oxford, he completed a Master’s Degree in Philosophy, Politics and Economics.

On his return to Canada, he joined the federal public service in 1958, where, in 34 years to retirement, he held a number of positions, including six portfolios as Deputy Minister (Indian and Northern Affairs, 1975 – 77; Transport Canada, 1979 – 1988; Regional Industrial Expansion, 1985-86; Energy, Mines and Resources 1986-88; Employment and Immigration, 1988 – 1992. He retired in 1992.

In 1993, he was appointed Chancellor of Carleton University, a position he held for nine years. While he was Chancellor, Carleton named its school of public affairs the Arthur Kroeger College. He was a visiting Professor at the University of Toronto and a visiting fellow at Queen’s University. In 1989, he was made an Officer of the Order of Canada and elevated to Companion in 2000. Also that year, he became a member of the University of Alberta’s “Hall of Fame”. He received honorary doctorates from the universities of Western Ontario, Alberta, Calgary and Carleton.

One of his outstanding qualities was his devotion and dedication to family. Whenever and wherever there was a significant family event, he would always be in attendance. Another of his qualities was the ability to communicate effectively and knowledgeably with people of all ages and from all walks of life. As an expression of his interest in family, he wrote a book entitled Hard Passage, which was published in 2007 and is a history of the Kroeger family’s emigration from Russia to Canada. On May 9, 2008, the book won the top Alberta Book Publishing Award in Trade Non-Fiction.

A funeral service was held in Ottawa at Christ Church Cathedral on May 15th followed by a memorial service in Knox United Church, Consort on May 26th at 2:00 p.m. with the Rev. Sandy Macpherson officiating. The organist was Robbie Knight and congregational hymns were “O God Our Help In Ages Past” and “Abide With Me”. Pat and Charlotte Gilmer gave a musical tribute. Words of Remembrance were given by long-time friend, Mary Readman, niece Debbie Sullivan, former teacher and friend, Alex Deleff and University and lifelong friend, Carl Hare. The service was followed by a time of visiting and refreshments in the church basement where pictures and tributes were on display.

The Teenage Years

By Mary Readman

To begin, I want to express my sincere and humble thanks to Hugette and the family for asking me to do this.

As the family planned this memorial service, they asked me about the music of that long-ago era when we were teens in high school. I thought and thought and finally accepted that music didn’t play a big part in our lives back then. T.V., long-playing records, cassettes and CDs were unknown and car radios weren’t common – and anyway, who had a car?? The closest our group came was when Bob Day conned his dad out of the old Model A for an hour or so and you could find it parked north of the dorm of any evening, providing easy access for the girls who had climbed out of the window, to sneak through the bushes and join their friends.

There was music in Art’s life – his mother had a fine voice in the Mennonite Church and I’m told that during his recent service in Ottawa, the Father said they would now have a ‘good Mennonite hymn’. Art’s brother, Nick, sang in the choir in this very church and Henry was part of the barber-shop quartet of Dr. Knight, Herman Reichart and Doug Fawcett. Later Henry was part of the ‘Tory Blue Notes’, that members of the Provincial govern- ment of the day had put together. But the music of our high school years?? With the help of a couple of friends of that time, I can tell you that you could take a “Sentimenal Journey” with Les Brown and his Orchestra (Band of Renown); there were nonsense songs such as “Maresy Doats and Dozey Oats” and “Shoe Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy” by Dinah Shore; you could ‘swing and sway with Sammy Kaye and “Harbor Lights”; the dew-woppers were starting to make inroads with the Four Aces doing “Tell Me Why” and the Mills Brothers with “Till Then”. names such as Kay Starr, Teresa Brewer and Patti Page were heard everywhere.

So what was going on in the world back then? Chuck Yeager was the first pilot to break the sound barrier – a man named Reynolds completed a round the world flight in a record 79 hours – Henry Ford, the motor pioneer, died at the age of 83; the first transistor was unveiled by Bell Laboratories; and Britain opened the first atomic power plant at Harwell.

A six-pack of Coca Cola sold for 37 cents (that’s just over 6 cents per bottle), Postage stamps were three cents and a good sized house could be had for $16,000.

The cartoons were political even then – well, I guess they always have been. One that intrigued Art was the Shmoo from the Lil’ Abner comic. This obliging little white critter, kinda shaped like a pear, could see that the world would be a better place if everyone tried to get along. If you were hungry, he saw that you were fed, if you needed shelter, he looked after that, and if you were down on your luck, he tried to make it better. Art loved this little guy and I remember one cold, stormy morning when practically nobody showed up for school. A little handful of us town kids, had braved the blizzard and plunged through the drifts to get there – but no teachers, yet. Art wrote on the board, in his best Shmoo (kind of a broad Slavic accent), “we vos here but ve vont home – no titchers”. Then he herded us out onto the old, shaky wooden north fire escape and, while we clung there in the gale, we heard Sillito and Begoray enter the room. “Hmmm, funny, no one here”, “Oh yes, they are (indicating the message), they’re around here somewhere. Now come on out!!” We did, and after sharing the fun of the situation, we all got down to work. We respected the teachers – they knew what they were there for and so did we, so while a little fun was O.K., we were soon brought back to earth.

On looking back at that day and the Shmoo, I saw a correlation between it and Art’s life. He was a caring person who always wanted the best for his family, his friends, his Canada and his world. And like the Shmoo, he went about his work quietly and efficiently to do what he could to make this world a better place.

Much has been said about Art’s years in politics and I’m not going to repeat it here.

In those years after we left Consort High, we were all busy with our lives, getting married, raising kids and setting up businesses. We didn’t get together often – we were too busy, but the bond was there and we were proud to hear what “Kroeger” had accomplished next.

In the last decade or so, we have had more time to see each other and we have. A few years ago, when Art was honored by the University of Alberta in Edmonton, we were all invited to share with him in that special day. Whenever we got together, the memories flowed as it did then as we reunited with our old classmates and teachers. The years fell away and we were kids again for a few hours.

We all valued Art and our lifelong friendship. Someone remarked that it’s not often a group like this will stick together through the years, but we did. We were – and are – still close.

Art’s love and caring has twined itself around our heartstrings. We have lost a great friend, the world has lost a great statesman, but all are the richer for having been able to associate with Arthur Kroeger.

Uncle Art

By Debbie Sullivan

Not in recent memory have I been here in this church to honor a loved one without Uncle Art being here to do the same. He would come from wherever he was to say carefully chosen words, in a way only he could. He would sit, just there, one leg crossed over the other, leaning slightly to one side, with the tip of his glasses in the corner of his mouth, and notes in hand. When it was his turn, he’d share memories and stories of the life and times of the one departed, and observations made from a stance of deep love.

I was wondering what he might say today, looking back over his own life and accomplishments. Taking some liberty with that, I think he might say that it went well. Yes. To completely understate it, that’s how I think he would sum it up. He was able to think and work on a level far different from most. He commanded such respect that a simple suggestion from him would set the wheels in motion to complete each goal he worked toward. Mind you, this suggestion would come only after long hours of thought and research, and facts and figures poured over long into the night. He had a way of getting others to see his point of view without being pushy. His business accomplishments were vast. He was a man admired and aspired to. He was a good and loving man.

My memories of him are many. At first he was the dashing young uncle out seeing the world and coming back with countless stories of travels and adventures. He saw many things and told interesting and funny tales of his encounters. He had become a man of the world. Still, with all that he did, one of his favorite things to do was to come home. Home to Consort, and to his countless relatives and friends. Ties that would stand the test of time. Ties that can never be broken.

He made us laugh with his accounts of life in general, and his take on the happenings in the community and the country. He loved words, and had a real talent for using them in unusual circumstances. One morning when he and Gaye were visiting us, I came upstairs to see them sitting at the breakfast table, both wearing sunglasses, and reading the paper. “We’ve decided to go incognito today,” he said. I needed to know what that meant, and so learned another new word.

When Katie and Alix were small, I went to visit them in Washington, where I stayed for a week. Before Alix was born, Art and Gaye had been on a tour of parts of Alberta, and were trying to come up with a baby name. Their travels took them many places. When she was finally born, her given name was Nia Alexandria. When asked about her name being the same as Alexandria in Washington, Uncle Art laughed and said, “Well, she’s lucky her name isn’t “Manyberries”.

Kate was to follow, and she was a sparkling addition to the little family. They had a British nanny named Judith, who lived with them and helped to care for the children. The girls would leave with Judith in the mornings to go to the library. On the way out the door they would call, “Goodbye Mommy !!” By the time they got home from spending time with their American friends they came back in the house shouting “Mom-may”. And so the diversity of their lives had begun. Uncle Art adored his family, and his time with them was precious.

He was very fortunate in life to find a partner in Hugette. They had many years together, enjoyed the time they had, and made the most of every moment. Uncle Art wasn’t one for wasting time. Not his, nor anyone else’s. When he talked to you, you felt that you had his full attention. That was a special knack of his – kind of shutting out the world while he talked with you. When your time was over, he was off to the next conversation, or the next hand to shake, or hug to give, and then ultimately back to the tasks at hand.

He always made his family proud, he always gave his best, and he always knew just the right thing to say. His humour and wit carried him through life with a smile, and we were all very blessed to know him and to be in his company. Now, we are blessed with memories of him, and the knowledge that he is safe with God.

And yes, Uncle Art, it went well.

Remembrance

by Alex Deleff

Former teacher Alex Deleff, spoke about the wonderful relationships Art had at school, not only with his fellow students, but with the teachers as well. He remembered going goose hunting with Art on Buxton land. Through the years, they maintained a correspondence that Alex treasured with letters from Oxford, Geneva, Switzerland, India, Africa and the many other places where Art was posted. He would send back a word picture of these far-away countries, detailing what life was like there – their accomplishments and hardships. Spanning fifty years, it chronicles life in the diplomatic corps.

ARTHUR KROEGER

IN MEMORIAM

By Carl Hare

I stand before you here as a stranger – a stranger both to you of Consort and you of Arthur’s family, although my wife Clara’s family is known to you through her brother, Sigurd Angeltvedt in Provost, and her father, Alfred, to whom Henry sent congratulations from the government for Alfred’s and Jensine’s 50th wedding anniversary. But I myself am still a stranger to you. I tell you this because this is how Arthur must have felt when, after two young teachers had persuaded him, and his brothers found a way to send him, he arrived at the University of Alberta. But just as you have taken my wife and me into this memorial with such generosity, so Arthur found himself in the same situation at the university.

We have to keep in mind the university that he and I attended. The U. of A. at that time, in the early fifties, was no more than 4,000 students. The Assistant Registrar knew almost every student by name – and I say Assistant Registrar, for the Registrar had Parkinson’s Disease and continued, coming slowly and painfully to his office each day with all treating him as the Registrar, but the real work was done by his assistant. That was what the university was like in those days. And, because it was so small, there were not large numbers of Honours students or Master students. As a result, we all got to know each other, and we began to socialize together in what became known as the “Honours Society”. Few if any of us were in fraternities or sororities, and although we had parties, some of which were in my house, for I was lucky enough to live at home, our real times together were at lunches and at coffee. It was here at our special table in the cafeteria that we really learned, for we would spend hours arguing together. Sometimes someone in physics would try to explain the theory of relativity with salt shakers; at other times there would be fierce debates between the science and the humanities students over the nature of art. And so we swirled among our courses and our friends, and it was in this exhilarating river, with all its rapids, that Arthur found himself. And there were peaceful moments as well, when we hiked from the university to the banks of the North Saskatchewan to watch the prairie sunset in all its glory.

None of us knew anything about Art – in those days, that is what we called him, Art – about his past or his family, but then none of us ever talked about our families at all, for we were too taken up with what we were learning and with what the future might have in store. The only exception was later, when Clara, my wife-to-be and an Education student, joined us, and the two of them found that they both were from immigrant families in which their fathers had been forced to become farmers, and that one was from a strong Mennonite family and the other from a strong Norwegian Lutheran one. My wife tells me that, of all of us, she found Art the most debonair, and I have sent his daughter Alix a picture of him at our wedding in Provost, handsome, standing with the wedding guests outside the church, smoking his pipe. Later, at the wedding banquet, he told us that although he had come down from Edmonton with some of the other students, he was going to hitchhike to Consort that night. It seems to me that admission shows so clearly what he was always like: for though he seemed unruffled and always courteous, yet in his generosity he would put himself out far more than was realized.

My wife and I were married in 1955, and essentially the Honours Society began to dissipate from then on. Art went on to Winnipeg and then became a Rhodes Scholar – in that group there was at least one other who became a Rhodes Scholar as well, and several who won gold medals in their subjects, and one who won the gold medal for the university, and so he was in good company.

Forty-two years passed where we had no contact with each other, he developing his reputation as the dean of deputy ministers, I chairing departments of theatre at the University of Victoria and at the University of Alberta. And then at a breakfast at the old Rutherford House on the U. of A. campus, where I was part of a committee that welcomed visitors, he came as the noted speaker. We saw each other; he enthusiastic-ally greeted me, and for the next hour we sat in a corner and caught up. And so, in 1997, with both of us turning sixty-five, and at least one about to retire, we became friends again.

And for the last eleven years we have kept up our contacts. Whenever we were in Ottawa, visiting our daughter and her family, we would have lunch or dinner with Arthur. Sometimes he would drive us to a special restaurant with historical meaning for him, or we would visit his home, and on one special occasion we had a wonderful dinner at Hugette’s house. When he came to B.C. to visit his brother in Penticton, he then came to our place in Kelowna. We saw him at U. of A. Homecomings in Septembers. And he honoured us by attending and speaking at our 50th wedding anniversary in Victoria in 2005. In later years, when our daughter moved to Kanata, he would drive out there to have lunch with us, and late last fall we had dinner together to celebrate his book, Hard Passage, and that is the last time we saw him.

In all these meetings he had not changed from the Art we knew before, and in all these meetings we met as friends who never talked of our careers but only of families and our present work. Clara and he spent many an animated hour talking about Provost and Consort, and they also discussed deeply the events of the book that he was writing. And he would tell us how proud he was of his daughters, and how grateful he was to his brothers and sisters who opened that door to his development.

The moment I fully saw the true nature of Arthur, was in the ceremony at the university when his picture was added to the wall of fame. When he responded, we heard of his family, and we heard of the two teachers who had changed his life, but nothing of his career; and as he talked, he pointed out the two teachers, who were there in the audience, and he thanked them before all of us, and when he finished, the roar of the audience showed how much we all understood and respected him.

And that is how I remember him today – so intelligent, so considerate, a man of passionate convictions and generous mind. And I consider myself fortunate to have known him in the spring and in the autumn of our years. Thank you, Arthur, for all these precious moments and for yourself.

Eric Stoneystreet

(Feb. 12, 1912 – May 17, 2008)

Eric was born on Feb. 12, 1912, the third son of Elizabeth and Joseph Stoney-street. He passed away May 17, 2008 in Coronation.

Eric grew up on the family farm 51/2 miles S.E. of Consort. At the age of 4 he went to England with his mother to visit relatives. He attended school from Grades 1-10 in Consort, traveling in a horse drawn van. Often he drove the team, as it was a way of paying school taxes on his father’s farm.

Once out of school he moved to the Clive area working for various farmers and doing a lot of trucking. In 1942 he married Rona Avery and they had one son Jim, born in 1945. They bought a store in Endiang; in addition to the general store and in the same building, Rona operated the Post Office and the telephone office. As if this wouldn’t have filled one’s days, Eric still farmed.

When Rona’s health started to fail they sold their businesses in Endiang and purchased a small farm north of Stettler. Eric cared for Rona, farmed and worked for ICG Propane in Stettler. On Nov. 7 of 1992 Jim passed away and on Nov. 8, 1992 Rona passed away. They were buried the same day on Nov. 12, 1992. Eric carried on until he suffered a stroke in March of 1998. July 14,1998… When it was evident he could no longer look after himself he came to Coronation Continuing Care. Eric had the unique ability and the determination to deal with the cards life dealt him. His left side paralyzed, limited mobility and lack of independence could have made his life absolutely miserable. He fought to be able to walk again, and when that didn’t happen he accepted it .. but he didn’t give up .. he moved on and made the best of it. He took great pride and was thrilled to now have the opportunity to develop a relationship with his daughter, Laura Kary, her husband Herb and their children, Clifford, Wendy and Tammy. He now had children again; he had grandchildren and great grandchildren. He would re-kindle his relationship with his sister, Doris Large of Provost. The staff and the residents of Coronation Continuing Care became his extended family.

Eric was a very loving person…he expressed his love with hugs…by grabbing someone around the waist, or teasing them with a pinch…He loved to tease and see the responses he received. I remember his excitement when Mamie Beebe moved in….Oh my goodness, they would give each other fairly intense punches, ram into each other with their wheelchairs and the delight in their smiles and eyes were the evidence that their friendship was real and genuine. His soft voice and his devotion to caring for and of others remained a constant. He had a wonderful relationship with a younger resident who is unable to communicate with distinguishable words. He would park his wheelchair on the “good” side of her wheelchair and talk to her and stroke her arm. He loved animals..the cats always knew a good place to sleep, either on his bed or on top of his closet. Baxter, the resident dog loved Eric too! Baxter only, “likes who he likes” and is a very good judge of character. Eric was one of his favorites! Eric loved the times when there were sheep and alpacas pastured outside his window! If you were ever privileged to hear one of Eric’s stories you had better be prepared “cause he never told the Reader’s Digest Condensed version. Eric told the story as it was replaying in his memory. He didn’t forget details, even though it may have happened 60 years ago. His memory was amazing. Usually the story was meant to teach you something about life, rather like an Aesop’s fable and sometimes it seemed he saved his longest story for when you were about to leave.

Eric had an impact on the “younger generation” because he always took the time to talk and to listen to them. He was Grandpa Eric to Karlee and Ryan and a Grandpa figure to the younger staff members at Continuing Care. In the days and hours before his passing they came and hugged him and said goodbye, ” See you when we come back,” knowing full well there wouldn’t be a next time…there were lots of tears. He always had a hunger for knowledge; be it radio, TV or books. He would read whatever he found available but loved his Louis L’Amour books and the Stettler papers so he could keep current with the happenings in that neck of the woods. His niece, Carol, sent him journals when she traveled, he’d have Jean look up more information on the Internet. So he could learn more about the places she traveled. Jean called him “her book of knowledge” as he knew and remembered Alberta locations, details and history.

Eric was a loving, dedicated, committed, loyal, determined, honest, genuine, compassionate and patient man. He had a solid, strong and meaningful handshake that said,” I’ll be here for you and you can trust me!” He valued his friendships…he was the kind of guy that some would ride a motorcycle for hours in the pouring rain to come and visit…he made an impression on those he met and he dearly loved his family, his extended family and his friends. At Continuing Care they just finished reading the story Black Beauty. It was a wonderful time for reminiscing about horses, the old times, etc. The last few words in the book are as follows…

“And here my story ends. My troubles are over and I am at home: and often before I am awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my friends under the apple trees.”

Kind of like Eric, don’t you think? He’s at peace now…… and at home!

Funeral services were held at Evangelical Free Church, Coronation, May 23, 2008 with Rev. Mark Osborne officiating. Pianist Barbie Evans played for the hymns “Amazing Grace,” “Sweet By & By” and “In the Garden” as well as for the soloist Colleen Kinakin as she sang “Softly and Tenderly.” Bill Duncan Sr. gave a tribute to the family of many fond memories of Eric. Pallbearers were Skip Large, Charlie Bagshaw, Daryl Boettger, Norm McCutcheon, Bev Penman and Ron Jackson. Interment services were held at Lake View Cemetery in Stettler, Monday, May 26.

Memorial donations may be made to the Alberta Heart & Stroke or the Kidney Foundation in care of Parkview Funeral Chapels.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium were in charge of the care and funeral arrangements. Condolences may be sent to the family at www.parkview funeralchapels.com.

DAVID MARTIN ZOTZMAN

(March 11, 1953 – May 24, 2008)

After a long battle with many illnesses, Dave Zotzman (Zotz) of Edmonton, 55 years of age, found himself with the final peace on Saturday, May 24th, 2008.

Dave is survived by his wife and friend, Cleo (Fischer) Zotzman; his loving daughter, Serena and son-in-law, Paul, grandson Heyden and close personal companion, Debbie Reid. Dave will also be remembered by his brothers and sisters, friends and relatives.

Friends will fondly remember his overwhelming generosity, kindness and love for life. He will be greatly missed.

Dave participated in many charitable organizations over the years; his request was that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the Canadian Neuropathy Association, P.O. Box 64, Pefferlaw, Ontario, L0E 1N0.

A celebration of Dave’s life was held Thursday, May 29 at unit #2 – 10 Blackburn Drive West (Horizon Harbour), Edmonton at 2:30 p.m.

GORDON FAINE Randle (MUDIE/SPENCER)

(1936 – May 21, 2008)

Passed away gently May 21, 2008. Born in Consort, Alberta (youngest of 14) and raised in Vancouver. Survived by wife Marilyn (nee O’Toole), daughter Dorothy (Rob), and granddaughter Daniél, grandson Joshua, great-granddaughters Keira and Azlyn, many brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews.

Gordon was a proud member and supporter of the Seaforth Highlander Cadets. He loved camping, traveling and cruising. Enjoyed many hobbies, including toy soldiers, cactus and koi. Gordon loved life and was a good friend and mentor to many. He made a difference in the lives of others.

Beulah Burns

(May 25, 1912 – May 28, 2008)

Born May 25th, 1912 to Ole and Alida Thulien on the Ole Thulien Farm 6 miles south of Veteran. Beulah attended Rae School, graduated from Veteran High School and trained at Garbet Business College in Calgary. Returning to the Consort/Veteran area; Beulah took a position as stenographer for Special Areas in Consort. Years later Beulah joined her sister Ruby in Calgary and worked in a Chartered Accountants office.

In 1946 Beulah and Ruby Thulien bought the General Store in Veteran. Beulah married Ronald Burns in 1947 and the store became Burns Store with the three as business partners. Ruby married Lloyd Tumoth in 1953. Beulah and Ron owned and ran the store till Ron’s passing 1978. Beulah continued to run the store until 1980 when she retired, remaining in Veteran and helping her son, Munro, with the Catering Business. During this time Beulah and Noel opened the Victorian Cottage (Tea House) where they enjoyed serving their guests for many years.

Beulah lived in Veteran until her passing on May 28th; Veteran was the source of her Church fellowship, friends, and neighbors, always active in the Veteran W.I., Ladies Church Group, and community.

Beulah has passed and will be missed by her community family, family, and her only son, Munro. Beulah is survived by her brother, Kermit (Jean) Thulien and her sister Lorraine (Jim) Gilbert.

Funeral Services were held at the Veteran Full Gospel Church, Veteran, Alberta on Saturday, May 31, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Accompanying the congregational hymns “In The Garden”, “Amazing Grace” and “I Know Who Holds Tomorrow” was Judy Heistad, pianist and Carolyn Devereux, organist. Special music was performed by Gary and Ione Rae. Gary Ulseth sang “Mansion Over The Hilltop”. Long time friend and neighbor Harry Devereux gave the eulogy. Words of remembrance were given by Ron Allison.

Active pallbearers were Harry Devereux, Raymond Cornelius, Bud Thulien, Rodney Lindemann, Gary Ulseth and Roger Sims.

The interment followed the service at the Veteran Cemetery. Following the interment family and friends gathered in the Lower Hall of the church for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Veteran Full Gospel Church Ladies. As an expression of sympathy memorial donations may be made to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

EULOGY

By Harry Devereux

I count it an honor to have been asked to give the eulogy for Beulah today.

The Burns’ moved next to us shortly after buying their store from Harold Myer in 1946 and are still neighbors today. Do you recall the slogan for Burns General Store – “Deal With Burns for Better Returns”. As a kid in 1946, when sugar was still in short supply and buying a chocolate bar was next to impossible, I would buy either a wiener or sometimes a cake of yeast for my treat at their store. Beulah went to business school where she learned some of the basics of business and was able to further sharpen her skills in their store. When the weekly order was made out, prices were compared between their main suppliers to see where the best deals were. When the order came in, all the produce, canned goods, etc., went down a chute to the basement. I can only imagine how many tons of goods were carried up those stairs to restock the shelves. When my father passed away in 1959, I hadn’t any formal business education, so would often go to the other businesses in town for advice and Beulah was among the people I relied on.

Beulah was a fantastic cook and baker and she very capably passed her skills on to Munro. After selling the store, she worked with Munro in the catering business. Food was always cooked to perfection and very well presented. Beulah had the energy to keep running long after the Eveready Bunny ran out of power. To illustrate: not long ago, when catering for a wedding, she baked buns on Friday, worked at the banquet, open house and the midnight lunch on Saturday, then returned on Sunday to help with the cleanup.

Her penmanship was a work of art. Many of you will attest to this having received cards, notes and letters from her with her handwritten messages and signature.

We have been blessed with good neighbors and have a sidewalk from our place through Bud and Audrey Thulien’s yard to the Burns; a somewhat unusual arrangement in this day and age. Many a time a special dessert or some other goodies would be brought over to our place and if we weren’t home, they would be left in the fridge for our enjoyment.

Some of you will have purchased the Yak Tracks that she sold, for walking on ice in the winter. This was one of the reasons she could walk so confidently on packed snow or ice. Speaking of winter, Carolyn and I would often look out our dining room window and think there was a blizzard, but it was only Beulah sweeping her walk.

Beulah was faithful to her Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ and a faithful attendant and supporter of her church.

We used to have a ladies service club here called the W.I., which stood for the Women’s Institute, where Beulah was a member. Some of the husbands of this group of ladies jokingly referred to the group as the Wild Indians. Some of you may recall the comeback these ladies did at one of our Homecomings. Their float had teepees and the W.I. ladies, Beulah included, were doing a war-dance, wielding tomahawks, wearing wigs with braids and dresses made of gunny sacks. These ladies sure got the last word in on their husbands that day.

Carolyn and I had the privilege to be with her to help celebrate her 96th birthday last Sunday, at which she was dressed to a tee, as usual, and she still had a serving spirit making sure we got enough coffee and some of the cake she had just baked. The next day, Munro had to make a one-day business trip to Edmonton so she went along and did some shopping. I think it is just great when older people have enough zip to go shopping or do some remodelling on their homes.

My mother had a quilt with many names of our pioneers embroidered on it, of some of the people living in and around Veteran. One day, when Beulah was over for coffee, she and carolyn were discussing this quilt. Carolyn mentioned that some of the names are no longer known by our generation, like Brewer, Dow, Rae, Walhovd, etc. Beulah said she would take on as a winter project, the job of writing a bit about each name on the quilt. We just found out yesterday that all the names but four have been written about and we are anxious to see what she has written.

A few weeks ago she went to the doctor, who put her in the hospital, and the doctor asked her ‘when was the last time you were in a hospital’ and she correctly replied, ‘in 1946’. Truly a remarkable, healthy lady.

I was able to glean from her two things that she said kept her healthy and I will pass them along to you – eat a bowl of bran flakes at night and have a glass of water in the morning with a tablespoon of cider vinegar in it.

As a community we have truly been privileged to have known and been served by such a classy lady for these many years.

Tribute to Beulah Burns

by Ron Allison

I count it as an honour to have been asked to give a few words of tribute for our good friend of many years, Beulah Burns. But what do you say in a few words, about someone who has lived in our community most of her ninety-six years and impacted so many of us by her life!

My first recollection of Beulah was behind the counter of Burns General Store. It was owned and operated by Ron and Beulah and Beulah’s sister, Ruby Thulien. Beulah stood very little taller than the top of the cash register on the counter.

In those days, the groceries and other items were all written in a counter sales book and many accounts were paid at month’s end. At least that was when the accounts were supposed to be paid. There were no adding machines or computers in those days, so this made for lots of book work and addition.

Beulah was a good organizer and business woman and for her small stature, she seemed to thrive on the hard work involved with the grocery store.

I remember when they opened up Ron’s Mens Wear, addition to the store. It gave Ronnie a lot more opportunity to visit with the customers while Beulah and Ruby continued serving others and keeping shelves filled, etc. Not to say Beulah didn’t enjoy visiting, because she did.

Beulah was always dressed prim and proper and no matter the weather or occasion, she always wore a dress and high heels. In later years, she wore ice cleats on her shoes to help on the slippery streets.

Ron moved a house into town from the country shortly after their marriage. It didn’t look very appealing, but structurally it was quite sound. Between them they fashioned it into the beautiful house and home where Beulah lived until she passed away.

After the sale of the store, I’m not sure what Beulah did to pass the time, however I understand she joined some of the ladies for morning coffee at the cafe. When Munro began his catering business, she was in her glory. She was an excellent cook and baker and with a taste for charm she helped him with all the preparations and details. They made a great team!

Many nights before a catering event, the lights would be on and the ovens going full blast baking and preparing food until the wee hours of the morning.

Setting of the tables and the decorating had to be just so. Beulah would be seen checking to be sure the knives, forks and spoons were correctly placed. It was important to her that everything be done decently and in order.

The name Beulah is not a very common name. It is, in fact, my wife’s name and personally I don’t know of any other women in the area with the name Beulah. How is it that the only two women in the community with that name would marry men whose names were Ron? I guess we always felt a kinship in this regard.

Beulah Burns – an incredible little lady with lots of stamina and get up and go. She was a quiet lady but not backward in giving her opinion. She sought perfection in all she did and valued a job well done.

She had a big heart as evidenced by the many plates of food and acts of kindness that found their way to those in need, in times of death or other calamity. She was a gracious hostess when entertaining in her home and placed a high value on all her friends.

Beulah enjoyed her tastefully decorated home and she did not flaunt the fact she had been blessed financially.She has left her mark in the history of our community.

The good Lord blessed her with good health and many years to enjoy the fruits of her labours and her many friends.

Cameron Howes Sutherland

(May 25, 1923 – May 28, 2008)

Cameron was born in Cereal, Alberta on May 25, 1923. He passed away on May 28, 2008 in the Big Country Hospital, Oyen, Alberta.

Cameron was the youngest of six children and lived south of Lanfine his entire life, living first on his parents farm, and then moving two miles north, to the O’Neil place, where he established his own ranch and farm.

Cameron spent many an hour with his brother Lorne, working with horses; they were always starting a new horse on the binder, tiller, or hayrack. There were a few runaways that were the topic of conversation over the years. Cameron took great pride in driving a good team, which were always harnessed with a fancy harness.

During the 1960s, Cam-eron attended chariot races with a chariot team that he traveled with. Being a good teamster, he did quite well and gained a reputation for miles around.

Cameron enjoyed attended brandings in the community, where he and his horse, Tail Light, drug many a calf to the branding pot. At these outings he loved to sit and enjoy sharing and telling stories of the times gone by with those who were in attendance.

Later years found him driving a ‘FORD’ truck, hauling cattle to the auction markets and community pastures for farmers in the area.

Music was also a great part of Cameron’s life, as it was his family. He loved to listen to Old Time fiddle music, especially Hank Williams Sr., Wilf Carter, and going to dances in the community. It was music that filled his hours in later years, while living in the lodge in Oyen.

Cameron was never afraid to speak his mind and give his opinion; you always knew where you stood with him and he preferred to know where he stood with you.

Cameron’s sons brought him great pleasure and when you went to visit him, he took great pleasure in telling you where they were and what they were doing.

Cameron leaves to mourn, sons Ken (Michelle), Lyle, and Roderick; granddaughters Taylor, Brittany and Brooklin; sister Ona; as well as several nieces and nephews.

Cameron was predeceased by his parents Andrew and Johannah; sisters Jean and Maxine; brothers Donald, and Lorne; sisters-in-law Olive and Isabella; brother-in-law Duane Bishop; and nephews Donald and Colin.

Funeral Service was held Tuesday, June 3, at the Cereal Community Hall in Cereal, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Rev. Roger Kett. A eulogy was given by Kevin Girletz. Special music was provided by Murray Rogers, Michael & Marie Kulyk, and David & Sheila Robinson. Honorary Pallbearers were Larry Peterson, Carl Peter-son, Larry Olsen, Gordon Ellertson, Neil Sutherland, and Gerald Johnston.

Memorials tributes may be directed to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Cereal United Church Women and the Cereal Golden Center in the Cereal Community Hall.

MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.

DONALD KELTS

(Jan. 15, 1922 – May 25, 2008)

Donald Kelts passed away suddenly, at the age of 86, on May 25, 2008 at Consort Hospital surrounded by his family. Donald spent his last days doing the things he loved best, checking the cows on the farm he spent a lifetime building.

Donald was born on January 15, 1922 at home on the farm on the NW ¼ 24-34-6 W4, 5 miles south of Consort to Marion and Ethel Kelts. He was their second child and a little brother to Viola. Donald always told how he and Tiny were born in the same year, exactly 11 months apart. Donald had 5 sisters, Viola, Tiny, Jean, Eileen and Lorna and 2 brothers, Bud and Arley. He met and dated Helen Edith Schetzsle for a year and married her on November 28, 1946. To this union 5 sons were born; Grant, Jim, Rick, Greg and Byron. Donald took great pride in the knowledge that the farm was still in the family. Marion Kelts took out his homestead in November 1908 and the family had planned to surprise Donald with a sign commemorating the event this summer.

Donald lost Dot and his zest for life on July 27th, 2005. He is predeceased by his parents Marion and Ethel and one sister Viola. Donald will be long remembered by his family: Grant and Carolyn (Kane & Marie, Mark & Heather [Declan & Zayd], Marcel [Jozlyn], Jim (Amanda & Mike & Sam), Rick and Sandy (Joel & Jalisa), Greg and Janice (Melissa), and Byron and Martha. Also by his siblings: Muriel (Tiny) Isaman, Jean & Ted Deagle, Bud & Irene Kelts, Arley & Avonne Kelts, Lorna & Gil Roth, Eileen & Bob Hobbs and brother-in-law Loyal Schooler, and numerous nieces, nephews and other family members.

Funeral services were held at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta, with Rev. Sandy Macpherson, officiating. A family tribute was presented by Bud Kelts. Organist was Linda Schetzsle. A Duet “In The Garden” was sung by Ralph and Michelle Thornton. A private Family Interment service followed at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort with pallbearers Kane Kelts, Sam Kelts, Joel Kelts, Brad Kelts, Marcel Paquette and Lee Smith. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Donald’s Family and Friends.”

Following the service family and friends gathered in the Knox United Church Basement for a time of sharing and light refreshments prepared and served by the Knox United Church Women.

Memorial donations may be made to the Ladies Hospital Auxiliary – Palliative Care or the Gooseberry Lake Rodeo c/o Parkview Funeral Chapels. Sympathies may be forwarded to the family by signing the guest book at www.parkview funeralchapels.com.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium, Dean Ross and Verna Rock entrusted with the care and arrangements.

TRIBUTE TO DONALD

by Bud Kelts

This tribute to Donald is based mostly on my personal relationship with him. He was always very supportive and I was very fortunate to spend a great deal of time with him and Dot. Partly because of his boys in rodeo, we drove thousands of miles together to watch them ride.

My first recollection on Donald was shortly after we moved to Consort and lived next to the ball diamond.

At the tender age of 5 or 6, Arley and I used to call Donald by his school nick-name which was Daddy Longlegs, and he hated it.

We were very fortunate to have a couple buildings about 18″ apart, that Donald couldn’t get between, but we always seemed to get our swift kick sooner or later anyway.

Donald was a very good boxer and we had boxing gloves. He would get on his knees and box with Arley or I. He would stick his chin out and let us try to hit him. At first we couldn’t touch him, but after a few years, we broke him of that habit.

Donald would stick out his chin and let Eileen punch him in the jaw. The last time I saw him do that, he had a lump on the side of his face the size of a golf ball.

Another early recollection was after we moved to town, we kept our livestock at my present farm and traveled across the field on foot to do the chores. One winter day, I went with Donald and a sudden blizzard came up. But Donald had a pair of skis and in some fashion wired them together and I lay down on them on my tummy; he took a lead rope and gave me a very fast trip home.

Another time that Donald ran home after a blizzard, was after a curling game. Dad, Donald, Arley and I were in a local bonspiel. After the game, which ended just after dark, we came outside to a bad storm. I had taken my team of horses to town because our road was blocked. To give you an idea of how bad it was, the horses lost the sleigh trail and you couldn’t see the street lights of town or our yard light. I wanted Donald to come home with us and take one of the horses home, but he chose to walk. He phoned us about 40 minutes later – it was only 6 miles with a tail wind.

Donald had a close call while swathing grain one day. The old L.A. case had a platform to stand on at the back and you could reach back and adjust the table height with a lever, but the lever broke and Donald fell off in front of the cutter bar and got run over. He jumped up and caught the outfit and stopped it, drove home and went to the hospital. He had some broken ribs and they kept him in overnight for observation. I don’t think they wanted him, anyway.

Rick was carving himself a little piece of meat at the table one day and quick as a flash, Donald reached out and speared it before Rick could put down his knife. So Rick quietly cut himself another slice, and Donald tried his trick once more, but this time Rick was ready and turned his knife at the intruder and stuck Donald in the palm of his hand. Donald didn’t snitch meat any more!

Another day, when we all lived at home, we were about to have dessert after a hearty meal. Mom had a fruit bowl that stood on a stem and held a two quart jar of fruit nicely. On this occasion, it was saskatoons and mother had just placed it in the middle of the table when two eager hands reached for it. They belonged to Donald and Loyal Schooler – and of course, neither let go and they pulled Mom’s dish smack in two. We all left the table with purple polka dot clothes.

Donald had a real nice milk cow, but she had a bad habit of climbing into the feed stack. Donald caught her in there one day and booted her out, got his fencing tools and set about mending the fence. When he heard the wires squeak, he turned around and his milk cow was standing about 15 feet from him, eating. He wound up and threw his hammer at her and caught her right between the eyes. She was the only cross-eyed milk cow I ever saw!

I owe Donald a great deal for his teachings. For instance, when I was about eleven years old, like many young men, I was taking up smoking. Donald was after me to discontinue and offered me a dollar if I could smoke a cigar. Well, it almost cost him a dollar, but I became uncomfortable and stood up. End of story, end of dinner, end of smoking.

Donald was a very good mechanic. I used to say he could fix more things with a crescent wrench, a pair of pliers and a piece of haywire than anybody.

Donald used to wear rubber boots the year round, which seems now like for several years. He claimed it took most of the winter to get the summer heat out and all summer to get the cold out, and you never got your feet wet.

Irene and I used to go down to Donald and Dot’s in the winter, almost every afternoon. Donald and I would play table tennis for a couple hours, or until coffee time. Ya, he beat me most of the time, but Dot made the best cookies, cake or donuts you ever ate. So it was really worth the humiliation.

Donald was very easy going and I never heard him cuss or swear. But he would say ‘shucks’ or if really annoyed would say ‘Lord Harry’, whoever he was.

He loved sports, but due to an early accident, which hurt his shoulder badly, his left shoulder would slip out of joint, which was very painful and he got so he could put it back into place by himself.

He boxed and could run very well and was an above average curler. He liked to pitch horseshoes and enjoyed hunting.

Donald built up a big spread and wasn’t afraid of hard work and did a lot of it.

Donald was dedicated to his family, was very proud of his sons and loved his wife dearly. A more loving couple is hard to imagine and now they are together again.

Lord Harry, Donald, we’re going to miss you.

Arnold Bogen

(Sept. 25, 1939-June 10, 2008)

Arnold Bogen was born at Consort, Alberta to Anders and Thelma Bogen (nee Hanson). Once Arnold completed high school, he worked in the oil patch, then moved to Calgary, Alberta where he enrolled in a mechanics course. Arnold then went into carpentry and worked with Ken Tory.

After a few years, Arnold started farming. He loved his crops, his cattle and enjoyed many hours touring the countryside, appreciating nature. He was lucky enough to spend 47 years on the farm with his wife Marge. Arnold was a man who was not afraid to “voice his opinion”. He liked to read and watch television but preferred to be doing carpentry, which he was passionate about. His grandchildren held a special place in his heart.

Arnold is survived by his loving wife Margery (Tyrrell), four sons: Leonard (Louise) of Whitecourt, Alberta; Bill (April) of Fabyan, Alberta; Andy of Medicine Hat, Alberta and Bradley of Macklin, Saskatchewan, four daughters: Lynn (Ronald) Goshawk of Jasper, Alberta; Sheila (Jackie) Wiens of Carrot River, Saskatchewan; Kathy Bogen of Consort, Alberta and Sharon Genno (Peter Carroll) of Medicine Hat, Alberta. Arnold is also survived by his 9 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren. Arnold was predeceased by his parents.

The Funeral Service was held on Saturday, June 14, 2008, 2:00 p.m. at Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta, with Reverend Sandy Macpherson officiating. Interment followed at Monitor Cemetery, Monitor, Alberta.

Gregory’s Funeral Homes of Provost in charge of arrangements.

Arnold Bogen passed away at the age of 68 years on June 10th, 2008 at the Provost Hospital surrounded by his wife Margery and daughter Kathy . He fought a lengthy battle with COPD (lung Disease), Type 2 diabetes and finally heart failure.

Arnold was born in Consort Hospital on September 25, 1939, the only son of Anders and Thelma (Hanson) Bogen.

Arnold spent many joyous hours with his many Aunts, Uncles and cousins where many an idea was inspired by them all. This would be teachings that would help mold Arnold to live his life as he did and pass this knowledge on to his family and friends. No one was ever turned away from Arnold’s door.

Arnold grew up in Monitor and attended the Neutral Hills School, Monitor School and finally Consort School until grade 9. He worked in the oil patch, and then moved to Calgary, where he enrolled in a mechanics course. Arnold went on to carpentry and worked with Ken Tory building the Consort Sportex and the Arena in Mewitt, BC. Arnold married Margery (Tyrrell) on June 16th, 1961 and started their family of eight children: Leonard, Lynn, Sheila, Kathy, William (Bill), Sharon, Norman (Andy) and Bradley. Arnold and Marge moved out to the farm in the fall of 1961 and spent the next 47 years working and building the farm.

Arnold loved his farming lifestyle and spent many hours touring the countryside appreciating nature and visiting neighbors. Arnold loved to spend hours building various carpentry projects ranging from wooden toys for his grandchildren to tables, chairs and cabinets. Arnold also enjoyed rebuilding vintage tractors with his daughter Kathy.

Arnold is survived by his loving wife Margery (Tyrrell), four sons: Leonard (Louise) of Whitecourt, William (Bill) (April) of Wainwright, Norman (Andy) of Medicine Hat and Bradley of Macklin, SK.; four daughters: Lynn (Ronald) Goshawk of Jasper, Sheila (Jackie) Wiens of Carrot River, Saskatchewan, Kathy Bogen of Consort, and Sharon Genno (Peter Carroll) of Red Cliff; grandchildren: Christine Belland, Joanna and Clayton Goshawk, Kenneth and Terence Wiens, Kendra and Billy Bogen, Karre and Colton Genno; great grandchildren: Austin and Kole Wiens.

Arnold was predeceased by his parents Anders and Thelma Bogen.

Funeral services were held at the Knox United Church in Consort, Alberta on Saturday, June 14th, 2008 at 2 PM with Reverend Sandy Macpherson officiating and Robbie Knight on the organ. The Eulogy was written and read by Ronald Goshawk (son-in-law). Active pallbearers were three of Arnold’s grandsons: Kenneth Wiens, Terence Wiens and Karre Genno and three of Arnold’s cousins: Gerald Barber, Philip Barber and Brian Barber. Honorary pallbearers were all of Arnold’s friends and neighbors.

Immediately following the funeral services family and friends gathered at the Monitor Cemetery for the interment. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Monitor Community Club at the Monitor Hall in Monitor, Alberta.

If friends so desire, expressions of sympathy maybe made in Memory of Arnold to the Alberta Lung Association, Alberta Diabetes Association or to the charity of the donors choice.

Eulogy

by Ronald Goshawk

I am honored today to be asked by the family to give the eulogy for Arnold.

I first met Arnold when I was invited out to the farm for Leonard’s birthday. Being a city boy I experienced butchering of a cow for the first time. This was a very memorable experience at the expense of farm humor, however I did meet my wife Lynn that day.

After extensive discussion with the family we have come up with a few of many memories.

Arnold was a avid sportsman, when he was newly married he was proudly showing his new bride his new pump 20 gauge shotgun, which he assured Marge was not loaded. Arnold passed the gun to Marge to admire and she promptly pulled the trigger, bang! – off went the gun. To the day that grandma’s house in Monitor was demolished the tell tale hole was in the upstairs wall. From that day he taught his family to respect guns and to treat them like they were always loaded.

Arnold and Marge moved from Monitor out to the farm in the fall of 1961. There were no trees, and a few old buildings. From this point Arnold and Marge spent the next 47 years building the farm.

Arnold loved and raised a family of eight; he taught his family that a little hard work wouldn’t hurt you. He would say, “If you are going to do something, do it right the first time.”

One time Arnold decided that he would rope the milk-cow, as she had mastitis, (Sheila advised him not to rope the cow). Somehow the rope became entangled around his foot and off she ran across the pasture. Through the laughter of the family, we were never sure if the language that we heard coming from across the pasture was Arnold trying to stop the cow or what. He was on crutches for 2 weeks and when asked what happened he was a little reluctant to explain.

Arnold liked to play a good game of whist or other card games; many a night was spent with friends and relatives enjoying a game.

Arnold took great pride in his carpentry; many an hour could find Arnold in his shop building a variety of items, from small wooden toys for his grandchildren to tables, cabinets and chairs for his family. He loved to pass on his knowledge to anyone that had an interest to learn.

Arnold also took great pride in the rebuilding of vintage tractors with his daughter Kathy. There were always mechanical discussions around the dinner table, and great pride when the finished project was being driven around the yard for everyone to see.

Arnold was not a religious man; however Arnold did live his life by the golden rule: “To do unto others as you would have others do unto you”.

Annie Chaykowski

(September 27, 1915 – June 10, 2008)

Annie Chaykowski was born September 27th, 1915, and passed away peacefully at Red Deer hospital on June 10th, 2008 at the age of 92.

She is survived by: 1 son – Nick (Ellen) Chaykowski, Calgary; 2 daughters – Evelyn Sieben, Saskatoon and Gloria (Leonard) Kuhn, Sylvan Lake; 5 grandchildren, 15 great grandchildren, and 4 great great grandchildren; 3 sister-in-laws. Predeceased by: husband Harry in 1984, parents John and Dora Fedoriuk, 6 brothers and 1 sister

Funeral service was held at the Ukrainian Orthodox church at Slawa, Alberta, on June 14th, 2008.

Annie and Harry lived in Consort for about 10 years, before moving back to Myrnam in 1974. In 2004 Annie moved to the Sylvan Lake lodge to be near Gloria. She will be remembered, and greatly missed by her family and friends.

Chris Makranoff

(December 31, 1972 – June 23, 2008)

Chris Makranoff of Altario, Alberta passed away June 23, 2008 at the Makranoff family farm in the Altario, Alberta District.

Chris was born December 31, 1972 in Edmonton to Alexander and Kristina Makranoff (nee Stanio). Chris attended school in Altario. After leaving school, Chris began his passion of driving trucks. Not only trucks, but also, Chris loved to drive, period. Chris was a very helpful person, either helping on the family farm or at the family business (Makranoff and Sons Grocery Store). Chris was a social person and enjoyed driving into Altario, visiting his many friends or calling them on his cell phone. He always cherished the time he spent with his family and nieces, who all held a special place in his heart. Chris and his dad where inseparable. They were always seen together. Chris enjoyed travelling to auction sales, watching movies and had a special interest in vehicles, no matter the age or condition. Chris will be sadly missed by all that knew him.

Chris is predeceased by his parents; Alexander (2006) and Kristina (1986) and is survived by; one sister Sylvia (Dean) Schlichenmayer of Stony Plain, AB; two brothers; Andy (Wonona) of Alsask, SK; Rod of Altario, AB and by several nieces and cousins

Funeral Services were held Thursday, July 3, 2008 at 11:00 a.m. from the Altario Community Hall, Altario, with Fr. Joselito Cantal officiating. Words of Remembrance were given by Debbie Stenger and Gord Vogel. Pallbearers were Blair Hemstock, Mervin Vogel, Gord Vogel, Greg Shannon, John Mykytiuk, Rick Heck, Reuben Heck, Bruce Kohlman. Interment took place at Altario Cemetery with the funeral procession led by Chris’ big truck. This was followed by a time of fellowship and refreshment in the Altario Hall.

Donations in memory of Chris may be made to Alberta Heart and Stoke Foundation, 10985-124 St. NW Edmonton, Alberta T5M 0H9 or Alzheimer Society, Suite 101 4805-48 Ave Red Deer, Alberta T4N 3T2 or a charity of ones choice

Gregory’s Funeral Homes Ltd., Provost, Alberta in charge of arrangements.

REMEMBRANCE

by Debbie Stenger

Christopher attended school in Altario and resided at the family farm all his life. When I asked family members about Chris, the most common response was, ‘Well Christopher … was well, Christopher’ and most of the other stories ended in ‘Oh, Christopher’.

Four main themes seemed to fill Chris’ life: his friendliness and sense of humor, his love for children, his sense of adventure and his love for his family.

With his friendliness, Chris made friends wherever he went. He was never shy or afraid to talk to anyone. With his sense of fun and humor, Chris loved to get you going and the madder you got the more he would laugh. He could sure get Dianne going at times, so I can imagine how much he tortured Rodney and Andy some days.

Chris, so much like his father, loved children and always had time to spend with them. His sense of adventure made it easy to interact with the kids. Just a simple thing like going to the park with the kids, or as the years went by, the older ones going with him in his half ton truck into town – everything, and I mean everything, turned into an adventure. My kid’s stories still have me saying ‘Oh, Christopher’. Christopher’s pride and joy became his nieces, Kayle and Lacey and we have all heard him speak of them. Whether it was something cute that they said or him telling how much fun “they” had while he dragged them around the farm yard on a sled.

Chris’ sense of adventure led him into finding his true adventure – truck driving. He would come up with the most hair brain ideas – just to keep on truckin’. His biggest adventure included driving clear across the United States many times, with his dad in tow. We have all heard him tell the tales of some of the shenanigans he would get into. My favorite ones include cars going into the ditch as he was “sure” there was plenty of room to get back into his lane, and the ones having to do with the breaks at truck stops and crossing the border. Several years ago, Chris had a load of pipe come off the truck on him, causing multiple injuries. Rather than taking a long term disability, he just kept on going – trucking until the very end.

Chris’ main quality that he had was his love for his family – his brothers, his nieces, his aunt and uncles and his cousins. His love for his parents shone bright and clear, as he could never hear enough about his mother and for years was his father’s main companion and caretaker. His love for his brothers was obvious and the kinship with his found sister and her children gave him great joy. In some ways, Chris kept all of us linked together. With his trucking travels, he found himself in many towns and cities and with his friendly, open nature always made time to look up whatever relative he thought might live in that town. I heard that going through BD he called up a 4th cousin that no one had heard from in 20 years. This cousin wasn’t quite sure who Christopher was – which is all okay, except that he called at 3 o’clock in the morning! I know for me, many times it would be about 2 – 3 a.m. that I would get a call to down to the local Husky and have cofffee and a piece of pie. Other times he would just stop in for his semi-annual hair cut and shave, to get some paper work filled out or simply just for a visit. Chris would share stories of his travels with all of us, keeping us up to date on how distant relatives were faring. He could tell me the names and ages of many of the relatives I forgot I had. He kept us all near and dear as a family and if we ever needed to find one another, he could say where we were.

Chris loved family get-togethers; I think that birthdays and special occasions like Christmas were things that he really looked forward to. I am not sure how he managed to talk Rodney into coming with him many times, but we are sure glad he did.

During the last year and a half, since Alex left us, Chris stayed pretty close to home, continuing to help his brothers with picking up one thing or another and delivering it where it needed to be. He kept in regular contact with his Aunty May, cousin Albert, Cindy, and Karl and Dianne. We started to tease Dianne that her other son was on the phone, stating he was on his way over, and teasing Chris that Dianne would have to change her cell phone number to avoid the number of minutes she was using with his calls.

After Alex passed away in the hospital, Christopher stayed at the hospital for some time. He shaved his dad and worried about what clothes he would wear . . . his response to me as to why he did this was “I wanted dad to look good when he saw mom”. With his innocent thoughts, beliefs and love, it is my belief that today Chris is where he wants to be – with his family.

TRIBUTE

by Gord Vogel

Good morning, everyone. I know Chris appreciates everyone coming out today. I’m sure he feels all our love on this very sad day. Today, we celebrate the life of a dear friend.

My name is Gord Vogel and I have been a friend of Chris and his family my entire life.

When I was asked to say a few words today, I have to tell you I was pretty freaked out, but as I thought about it, I realized how much of an honor this is. I find comfort in the fact that Chris is probably laughing his butt off at me right now. Speaking in front of people has never been a good trait of mine, so . . . Cheers, Chris, you got the last laugh!

How can you sum up this man’s life in five minutes? What can I say . . .

– I can tell you what a caring guy Chris was.

– I can try to describe to you Chris’ ability to trust and welcome and accept anyone.

– I can tell you how he gave anyone a chance – young or old.

– I can tell you about how much passion Chris had for driving.

– I could remind you all about Chris’ witty and sarcastic humor. How it could put a smile on just about anyone’s face.

– I could try and tell you all how Chris’ devotion to his family kept him going. How Chris’ love and friendship with his father was stronger than most of us will ever know.

– I could talk all day about Chris’ famous pop-ins – just because he was in the neighborhood.

I could say all of this, but you all already know it. Today, I would like to tell you about the Chris I knew, maybe tell you a story or two that you haven’t heard.

When I think back about Chris, I automatically think of cruising around all the backroads of this country. No destination in mind, but usually enough gas to get there.

When I moved to the city, Chris’ backroads turned into downtown Edmonton. Many a night was spent in one of Chris’ pickup trucks viewing some of Edmonton’s late night wild life.

As you all know, one of Chris’ talents was being able to manouever any vehicle out of a sticky situation. There was one night when Chris managed to save us from the same ditch – not once, not twice, but four different times. (We were having a blast!)

Each escape was done in record breaking time. I swear the fourth time we hit the ditch, I didn’t even spill a drop of my beer!

I know of a huge mud hole out in these country roads that everyone was scared of – hence the well-worn trail around it. Everyone was scared of it but Chris. He wasn’t satisfied to take the easy way around – he wanted to do it the fun way – straight through.

As you may have guessed, he buried it in the middle. We were in so bad that a few of our passengers bid us goodnight and hitched a ride with the next passing truck.

Well, I can’t tell you exactly how he did it, but 10-15 minutes was all it took and we ended up beating our non-believing passengers to the party.

Chris was amazing behind the wheel.

There is a song by Corb Lund called, “The Truck Got Stuck”. In the song, the Ford, the Chev and the Dodge got stuck and they can’t get them out. Everytime I hear this song, I think ‘why didn’t they just call Chris – he would have got them out!’

I have always said Chris could drive better asleep than most do awake – and – sorry Chris, but I’ve seen you do that, too.

The deer that also witnessed it had a sore behind for some time, I’m sure.

I know Chris is looking down on all of us today. I also know he is sitting behind the wheel of his big rig, cigarette and steering wheel in one hand, Coke and gear shift in the other. I’m sure he has a smile from ear to ear and I know his co-pilot, Alex, is sitting right beside him.

We all have our special memories of Chris. He remains a part of us and will never be forgotten.

I am forever grateful and extremely proud I knew him.

Alexander ‘Alec’ Paul Kuczma

(1922, Dec. 24 – June 26, 2008)

Alec was born to Michael and Mary Kuczma at Altario, Alberta on Dec. 24, 1922 and passed away June 26, 2008 at the age of 85 years.

He leaves to mourn his passing three sisters, Lillian Kortgaard (Coronation, AB), Helen Andersen (Hardisty, AB), and Jean McKay Commance (Edmonton, AB), brothers-in-law Willard Sawyer (Calgary, AB), and Peter Commance (Edmonton, AB), as well as numerous nieces, nephews, other relatives and a host of wonderful friends.

Alec was predeceased by his parents Mike and Mary Kuczma; brothers-in-law Andy Kortgaard, Joe Kreiser, Carl Andersen, Jim Nelson, & Bill McKay; sisters Frances Nelson, Agnes Kreiser and Ann Sawyer .

Funeral services were held at the Youngstown Gospel Chapel, Youngstown, AB, on Monday, June 30, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. with Bill Armstrong officiating.  Alec’s family shared many memories paying tribute to his life.  Accompanying the congregational hymns ‘In the Garden’ and ‘How Great Thou Art’ was pianist Nicholas Armstrong.  There was also special music ‘Amazing Grace’ by old friends Dave and Sheila Robinson of Consort, AB. Friend Delores Donyluk of Edmonton sang a solo, ‘I Love Arizona’.  A eulogy was read by Eleanor Kreiser.

Honorary pallbearers were Brian Rousell, Wilf Beier, Brent Spooner, Robert Sawyer, Gordon Nelson, Mike Anderson, Kin Chan, Ed Fenski, Nathan, Nicholas, and Christopher Arm-strong, Terry Logelin, Mike Kortgaard, and Joy Kleven, and all his friends.  Active pallbearers were Dave Andersen, Carl Andersen, Steve Peake, Grant Spooner, Mickey McKay, Norman Rousell and Brian Kreiser, with the interment at the Youngstown Cemetery.

Following the funeral service family and friends gathered at the lower hall of the Youngstown Gospel Chapel for a time of visiting and reminiscing.  A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Gospel Church Ladies.  As an expression of sympathy, memorial contributions may be made to the STARS Air Ambulance (1441 Aviation Park NE Box 570, Calgary, AB T2E 9Z9). Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Thank YOU – We, the family of Alec Kuczma, wish to thank everyone for their expressions of sympathy and acts of kindness shown us during our recent bereavement. Thank you to Pastor Bill Armstrong for the caring and personalized service, to Nicky for her help in planning the service, and to Heather and Shannon at the Coronation Funeral Home for their guidance and compassion. Thank you to Nick Armstrong, Dolores Donyluk, and Dave and Sheila Robinson for the music and to the Chapel Ladies for organizing and serving the lovely lunch. We extend special appreciation to the staff and residents of the Consort and Hanna Lodges for the friendship and help given Alec while he lived there. Alec also enjoyed and appreciated the visitors he received at the Lodge and later at the hospital. Thanks again.

Leonard Ernest Liknes

(October 16, 1921 – June 30, 2008)

Leonard Ernest Liknes passed away at the Consort Health Care Centre on Monday, June 30, 2008 at the age of 86 years.

Leonard was born on October 16, 1921 at the family homestead about four miles northwest of Monitor. He attended school at Whitton School until 1933 when the family moved to a farm south of Monitor. He then attended Minor School, which only offered up to Grade 10. So, at 14 years of age, in Gr. 10, Leonard began his working career.

His first job was working for a neighbour, Ole Frantzen. His $15.00/month wage helped him buy his first motor vehicle the start of his interest in mechanics. He was employed on different farms over the next few years, ending up at Harry Shannon’s. This was a man Leonard admired and respected, and spoke of often, and who instilled in him a love of farming. In 1947, Leonard spent the winter in Nanaimo, B.C. helping Mr. Shannon build a house for his daughter, Norma Edwards.

Always interested in new experiences, Leonard was employed in various other jobs trucking, construction, running a threshing outfit, working at lumber camps in the Rockies for two winters, mechanics, and road construction. In later years, he also was a valuable assistant for his son Laurie on paving jobs.

Leonard married Marion Domanski on October 16, 1948 in Sundre, Alberta. They made their home in Monitor where Leonard was working at the Monitor Garage, apprenticing as a mechanic. Their three boys, Laurie, Rick and Terry completed their family.

When in 1953 a position opened as grain buyer for Monitor and Pemukan elevators, Leonard applied for and obtained the job, working for the next ten years as an elevator agent. Then, as Alberta Wheat Pool was making changes and Leonard was offered the Consort elevator, he decided it was time for a total change. In 1973, he bought the service station from Dave Zieffle on what was then the corner of Highways 12 and 41. Then began a busy life the work and the hours were endless. In 1967 the service station burned down, so Leonard was able to devote his time to farming the land he had been purchasing over the years. He was back to the lifestyle he loved. In 1973 he bought Leon Domanski’s farm south of Monitor and moved the house and family from town to this site. He actively farmed with sons Rick and Terry long after he sold his farmland to them in 1981.

Leonard and Marion subsequently spent a few summers in Manitoba, since Leonard had purchased a “hobby” farm near Eriksdale. They enjoyed the lifestyle there and made many friendships. This place was sold in 1985, and in 1986, Leonard and Marion purchased a mobile home in Apache Junction, Arizona where they spent the next sixteen winters. Through the years they also travelled extensively. Their holidays took them to Australia, Europe, China, Hawaii, Mexico as well as through Canada and the USA.

Marion passed away November 9, 2002. As much as he loved the farm, Leonard decided to move into the Consort Seniors Lodge, where he enjoyed the company of many special friends. He took pride in the flowers and tomatoes he grew, and in his homemade doughnuts he was sure to offer his guests.

Leonard was predeceased by his parents, Bert and Judith Liknes; sisters, Hazel (Andrew) Liknes, Evelyn (Leonard) Peterson, Oleva (Berge) Gulbraa, Vivian (Harold) Cook, and Dolly (Enoch) Cornelius; brothers, Harold and Albin Liknes; and by his wife, Marion.

He is survived by his sons, Laurie, Rick and Terry (Cathy); grandchildren, Kayli, Lesley and Trevor; sisters Laura (Jack) Seatter and Lillian Rac; sisters-in-law, Evelyn Liknes, Alice Liknes, and Emelia Murphy; and numerous nieces, nephews, and friends.

Leonard will be remembered for his ingenuity and unique ability to fix anything. He was truly a “jack of all trades,” and up to any challenge. As many of the family will say, ” If anyone said something couldn’t be done, that meant Leonard would surely try it and usually prove them wrong!’ From installing plumbing and manufacturing a cement bathtub for the house in Monitor, to removing the top floor of the old Monitor School and hauling it to the farm to be used as a barn, Leonard did it.

Terry recalls his dad buying a Xerox machine on one of his Arizona flea market trips. “What are you going to do with that?” (It was outdated enough that both ink and paper for it were no longer available.)

“Nothing – I just want to take it apart and see how it works.” Leonard had an interest in anything mechanical.

He also loved to read. He always said he was going to write a book for people who couldn’t read!

As anyone for miles around knew, Leonard loved auction sales. Everyone in the family has a “Leonard and his purchases” story.

And the stories of all aspects of Leonard’s life are many, and will be told for many years, with love and laughter and fun, as he would wish.

We have all lost a terrific person, but are left with terrific memories.

Funeral Services were held on Friday, July 4, 2008 at 11:00 a.m. in the Veteran Full Gospel Church, Veteran, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen and Pastor Calvin Ellerby officiating. Tributes were given by Frank Murphy and Harry Devereux. Soloist Chricinda Devereux sang “Because He Lives” accompanied by Carolyn Devereux. Congregational hymns were “The Old Rugged Cross,” “In The Garden,” and “Mansion Over The Hilltop” accompanied by Robbie Knight on the piano. The interment followed the funeral in the Monitor Cemetery. Honorary pallbearers were “All of Leonard’s Family & Friends.” The active pallbearers were Robert Murphy, Frank Murphy, John Murphy, Cameron Cook, Gilbert Liknes and Raymond Cornelius.

Family and friends then gathered together in the Monitor Community Hall for a time of fellowship and sharing with the luncheon prepared by the Monitor Community Ladies.

Should friends desire memorial contributions may be made in Leonard’s memory to the Ladies Auxiliary of the Consort Hospital.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium “Families Serving Families” were entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements. Condolences may be forwarded to the family by signing the guestbook at www.parkview funeralchapels.com

Tribute
by Frank Murphy

I would like to thank Laurie, Rick, Terry, and Cathy for giving me the privilege of doing a tribute to Leonard today. When they asked I guess I realized that I couldn’t really do it justice, I doubt whether it is possible to sum up the life of someone like Leonard in a few short minutes. I am certain that everyone has reflected on memories they have of and with Leonard and my bets are that almost all of them are humorous. I don’t have to tell any of the family how much both Donna and I admired and enjoyed both Leonard and Marion. If at times some of the things I say sound like I am doing a tribute to two people, it is because of the closeness we saw between them. Sometime after Leonard’s stroke he said to us one day, “I’m not having fun”. When Donna asked him why, he said quite thoughtfully, “I miss a lot”. When she asked what he missed, he said, “I really miss my wife”.

Today we celebrate the life of Leonard Liknes, rather than mourn his loss. For almost 86 years Leonard chose to live every day with enthusiasm and humor. Since his stroke a little over a year ago, he spent his 87th year in the hospital and extended care and perhaps lived more to make his parting easier for friends and family. He remained dignified and respectful of all and remained entertaining and interesting, he had however lost his enthusiasm. He definitely hasn’t really left us, his values, his zest for life, the good times he shared, his witty comments and so many more things about him will be with us forever. Laurie has inherited his mechanical abilities, to listen to Rick you are often sure that Leonard is in the room, and Terry has mimicked his Dad so much that he continually becomes more like him.

Leonard felt that he had lived a great life and his faith truly made him believe that he had a better place to go.

Leonard spent his life not only doing what he enjoyed but also enjoying what he did. He saw life as an adventure, and for him it truly was because he chose for it to be. And whatever he did or was involved in he chose to have fun.

Leonard enjoyed and cherished his life and loved to share it with others. The last time we visited with him he was telling us of various life experiences and stated, “One story leads to another”. The stories he shared with us that day ranged from being a little boy living in the homestead shack to asking Marion to marry him. Leonard recalled the large family lived in a little shack, probably a typical homestead in the twenties. Whenever he was away from home he got terribly home sick. “We were poor but I guess I never realized we were poor, it was home, and it was a good life.” “When I asked Marion to marry me, I told her we’d probably starve to death but everything turned out okay.” The real amazing thing is that even in the last while his recollections never got boring or repetitious.

Leonard always made the funniest comments. Probably the comment I have always enjoyed the most was one evening sitting around the Liknes kitchen and Leonard was telling stories or sharing experiences. He stated, “I was always going to write a book. I wouldn’t show it to Marion because she would change it. I know I can’t write but people who can’t read would identify with me.” Much of what you see in the eulogy actually was compiled by Leonard, Cathy has put it together for us and being the second school teacher in the family, she has edited it as Leonard was worried Marion would do.

From the time that any of us nieces and nephews on the Domanski side of the family can remember, Leonard was part of our lives. We all so much enjoyed the family gatherings where everyone got together, the homes were all small but Leonard and Marion and all the other aunts and uncles always found not only room for everyone but a way of making all welcome. Today brings back a lot of special memories of those good times, of a family that was close and enjoyed each others company.

Leonard and Marion were not only a part of both the Liknes and Domanski families but also had unlimited time and energy for friends (who included all neighbors) and for community. It was a household where the coffee was always on and everyone was made to feel welcome.

I can remember leaving our daughter and oldest son with Leonard and Marion. Diane was probably 4 or 5 and her observation the next day was, “Auntie Marion is just like a little kid, she works for a while and then she runs downstairs and plays pacman for a while.” Obviously Marion wasn’t much different than Leonard, they both put things into perspective and made sure that there was always time for fun.

I have to work in one more little story about Leonard. One day when Marion wasn’t home Leonard found some stale sandwiches. He bit into one and said, “These aren’t fit for a dog, here Laurie you have one”.

I would like to go on forever because as Leonard told us, “one story leads to another”, but I will conclude at this point.

To Leonard’s family, Laurie, Rick, Terry and Cathy, I would like to state that so many friends and relatives have and continue to totally enjoy being a part of the lives of the Liknes”, it has always been entertaining. To Leonard’s grandchildren Kayli, Lesley, and Trevor: always remember that your Grandpa’s philosophy was to do what he enjoyed and also to enjoy everything he did.

This has been the Readers Digest version of Leonard’s life. I am certain that as the day goes on and family and friends share memories we will get somewhat closer to the actual novel. We are fortunate, because by being a part of his life we have the copyright.

Tribute

by Harry Devereux

I would like to thank the family for the honour to speak today about Leonard.

My acquaintance with Leonard began when I started dating Carolyn in the late 50’s and, as many of you know, when you get involved with the Liknes family, you get the whole package, of which Leonard was one. Early recollections were of Carolyn and I visiting Leonard and Marion in Monitor. Leonard was always up for a challenge: remember the two storey school in Monitor that he turned into a home? He blocked up the school so that he could take the first storey apart, then he lowered the second storey top ground level and then finally moved it in place to make their home.

Leonard was a natural born mechanic. He could fix, repair, redesign or, if needs be, invent most anything. My most memorable was his entry to the field of dentistry. He was missing a front tooth, so he took the plastic wheel from a bedframe (which likely came from an auction) and crafted a new tooth that he wedged between his own existing teeth. He had his usual chuckle when he told us about it, showing his dental work. He said he could even eat corn on the cob with it. Leonard didn’t do this because he was either poor or cheap – he did it for the challenge.

Leonard was a regular at auctions and he surely will be missed by a host of auctioneers. While at a Liknes gathering some years ago, us men had the privilege of a personal tour of some of his auction prizes. There was a dragline that he said would be good for digging a hole if he needed one; there was a huge commercial air compressor with about a one inch hose and it was mounted on a trailer. He said it would be good for blowing and cleaning out the shop if it ever needed it; there was a road grader that would be handy to level some ground or grade a ditch; then there was the Lada car that was made in Russia and he said that he was afraid that nobody would sell him the gas for it. It was a tour that we will always remember, guided by the owner and curator himself, the involved collector, inventor, restorer; a craftsman involved in his work.

Leonard and Marion were good hosts and always fun to visit with and play cards, etc. They would often encourage Carolyn and I to come and visit them in Ariziona in the winter. With his usual chuckle he would say,”Come and see us sometime and you can stay for three days till you find a place of your own”. We did visit them in Arizona and that instilled in us the desire to spend part of our winters there when we retired.

One of our most memorable trips was taking Leonard and Marion on what we called the uncle and aunt tour. We stopped at Mirror Lake in Camrose and had a picnic, then went on to visit Albin and Alice; Laura and Jack, and Lillian.

Leonard and Marion enjoyed a good relationship and, in their own way, quietly modeled and set an example of how a couple should get along. Did you ever see them strolling hand in hand when they were way past the puppy love stage.

After Marion’s passing, Leonard was very lonely and moved to the Consort Lodge. While there, he met and made some new friends: Olive being a special friend that he spoke highly of.

Leonard did not fear death at all. He spoke of what we might refer to as a vision of Heaven while undergoing treatment some time ago while in hospital. He would often say, “I don’t need to be here”. He is now at rest with his Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ and with those who have gone before.

Ann (Edwards) Losing passed away peacefully on July 25, 2008 at the age of 92 years. She was born in Listowel, Ontario on October 30, 1915. She grew up in Little Gem/Hemaruka Districts of Alberta and had a great affinity for the landscape, climate and residents of grassland prairie.

She will be missed by two daughters: Marie Capp (Jim) of Edmonton and Irene Mosher (John) of Red Deer; two daughters-in-law: Carol Losing of Calgary and Joan Losing of Alberta Beach; nine beloved grandchildren, thirteen great grandchildren, and one great great grandchild; five sisters-in-law: Anna Bruggencate, Hilda Losing, Maureen Losing, Ella Bitz and Edna Ebelher as well as many nieces and nephews. Ann was predeceased by her loving husband Christian Losing, her parents Alfred and Mabel Edwards, sons Harold and Mel Losing, brother William Edwards and sister Helen Healy.

At an early age Ann was introduced to playing music by her brother Bill and it remained a huge part of her life. Among her most treasured memories was jumping on her saddle horse and riding, guitar in hand, to the neighbors for a singing good time.

Ann and Chris retired to Lacombe and travelled extensively throughout the world, and were very active in seniors’ functions in Lacombe.

The family wishes to thank the staff at the Red Deer Nursing Home, where Ann resided, for the amazing care and attention that she was given for the last five and a half years. They also wish to thank Maureen Losing for her loyal devotion over the years.

A Funeral Service for the late Ann Losing was held from Parkland Funeral Home and Crematorium, 6287 – 67A Street, Red Deer on Monday, July 28th 2008 at 11:00 a.m. Memorial donations may be made to the Red Deer Nursing Home, 4736 – 30 Street, Red Deer, AB T4N 5H8 or to the charity of choice. Condolences can be forwarded to the family at www.parkland funeralhome.com. In living memory of Ann Losing, a tree will be planted in the Parkland Funeral Home and Crematorium Memorial Tree Park.

Mrs. Eleanor Scheible (Fischer) of Lacombe passed away at the Red Deer Regional Hospital on July 28, 2008 at the age of 82 years.

Eleanor was born in Loyalist on November 9, 1925. She was married to Art Scheible in 1945. They farmed in the Hemaruka area until 1973 when they retired to Lacombe. Eleanor worked at the Ramsay Lodge in Lacombe where she worked in the kitchen. She enjoyed fishing trips around central Alberta with Art and kept busy with her garden and flowers.

Eleanor is survived by two sons: Larry (Betty) and Wayne (Judy): as well as six grandchildren and three great grandchildren; two sisters: Alice and Alvina of Calgary and two brothers: Albert of Red Deer and Wilf of Calgary. She was predeceased by her husband Art, her mother and father, two brothers and three sisters.

Funeral services will be held at Wilson’s funeral Chapel and Crematorium, 6120 Highway 2A Lacombe Alberta, on Friday, August 1, 2008 at 11:00 a.m. with internment to follow at the Fairview Cemetery. In Lieu of flowers memorial contributions may be made to Canadian Diabetes Association, #6 5015 48 Street, Red Deer, Alberta, T4N 1S9 or Kidney Foundation for Canada, Central Alberta Chapter, Suite 212, 4711-51 Ave, Red Deer Alberta T4N 6H8.

Expressions of sympathy may be forwarded to wfch @telusplanet.net (Subject: Scheible)

Wilson’s Funeral Chapel & Crematorium in charge of arrangements.

DANIEL JOSEPH TORREY

(August 8, 2008)

Daniel Joseph Torrey passed away peacefully in his sleep at the Consort Lodge on the morning of Friday, August 8th. He was 76.

He is survived by three sisters, Phyllis (Maurice), Sylvia, Sandra (Joe) and many relatives and friends. His parents, two sisters and a brother predeceased him.

By request there was no funeral. Cremation.

Wallace “Wally” Harold Roth

(Oct. 19, 1926 – Aug. 10, 2008)

Wally was born on the Roth Homestead on October 19, 1926, near Loyalist, Alberta, to George and Martha Roth. He grew up on the family farm with six siblings and attended Jewett school. He also worked for local farmers until he moved to Calgary in 1951. While working in Calgary he met the love of his life Jean Groeneveld. They were married on February 14, 1952. Wally brought his new bride back to the family farm where his heart and roots were. Together they raised five children and although there were hard times they prospered and built a very successful farm. Wally enjoyed travelling; he and Jean went on many winter vacations. Eventually they decided to buy a trailer and spent 13 winters in Arizona where he found interests in making jewellery, stained glass, stepping stones and scratch art. In his later years he liked to spend time at home going for drives to check the cows, reading and spending time with his family. After a lengthy illness, Wally passed away on August 10, 2008 at Consort Hospital.

Wally was predeceased by his parents George (July 1953) and Martha (December 1983), his stepfather Harry Clark (July 1980), his brothers Allan (September 1944), Herb (September 1981) and Reed (October 2001) and his sister Lucille (October 1978).

Wally is survived by his loving wife Jean of 56 years, his children; Gail (Brian) Dunlop, Laura Jane (Merle) Hildreth, Blaine (Darlene) Roth, Jerry (Melinda) Roth and Julie (Bob) Gilchrist. Grandchildren; Chris (Joanne) Dunlop, Darryl Dunlop (Shawna Barker), Andrea (William) Pearson, Janel (Sean) Fuller, Dallas (Amanda) Hildreth, Kelly Hildreth (Teri Wiart), Justin (Julie) Roth, Shawn Roth (Lana Pilsworth), Trent Roth, Crystal Roth (Chris Dunn), Tyson Roth (Veronica Marleau), Joel Roth, Chad Gilchrist and Tanya Gilchrist. Great grandchildren; Liam Pearson, Chloe Pearson, Luke Dunlop and Aiden Dunn. Sister Loreen Setter and brother Harold (Ann) Roth as well as numerous nieces, nephews other relatives and many wonderful friends.

The funeral service to commemorate Wally’s life took place at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Thursday, August 14, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. with Reverend Sandy Macpherson and Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. A tribute was given by granddaughters Andrea Pearson, Janel Fuller, Crystal Roth and Tanya Gilchrist. Pat Durksen played for the congregational hymns, “Safe in the Arms of Jesus” and “Bringing in the Sheaves”. Leader of song was the Knox United Church Choir. Special Music selections were “Beyond the Sunset” and “Love Me”. Active Pallbearers were Chris Dunlop, Darryl Dunlop, Dallas Hildreth, Kelly Hildreth, Chad Gilchrist, Justin Roth, Shawn Roth, Trent Roth, Tyson Roth and Joel Roth. A private family interment took place at the Lakeroad cemetery immediately following the service. Following the interment family and friends gathered in the lower hall of the Knox United Church for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the U.C.W. ladies. In Wally’s honor, memorial contributions may be made to the Consort Hospital Foundation, Box 310, Consort, Alberta T0C 1B0, or to the Kidney Foundation of Canada, #101, 10642-178 Street, Edmonton, Alberta T5S 1H4.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Thank You

ANNETTE WIEST

(Nov, 29, 1927 – August 16, 2008)

Annette Wiest passed away suddenly at her home, on the family acreage east of Consort, Saturday, August 16, 2008 at the age of 80 years.

Annette and her twin brother, Bill Laye, were born at Walsh, Alberta, November 29, 1927. She was the second daughter of Gotthilf and Briggetta Laye. Anne lived at Walsh and attended school there until the family moved to the existing Laye ranch at Sounding Lake in 1944. There were no schools close to the ranch and because of this Annette was not able to continue her schooling, and many times over the years she mentioned how badly she wished she had had that opportunity.

Annette worked as a nurse’s aide at the Consort Hospital for a few years. She attended rodeos in which her brothers were taking part. Ozzie was also doing some rodeoing at this time, and I believe this is how they met.

Annette and Ozzie were married on June 9, 1949. At this time, Ozzie was the boss on a seismograph crew and so for the next few years they lived a nomadic life, spending time at Kerrobert, SK., Fahler, Westlock, Rimbey and Innisfail. It was while they were in Kerrobert that their firstborn son, Wayne, was born. Sadly, Wayne only lived a few hours.

In 1952, Annette and Ozzie returned to Consort and a farm life. They lived for the next twelve years where the Ron Marons live today. here Annette became a very efficient farmer’s helper, helping with the cattle, driving the tractor, the combine or the trucks. It was here their next three children, John, Donald and Sheila were born. In the fall of the year you would often find Annette driving the grain truck with one or two children sleeping beside her.

In 1964, Ozzie sold the farm west of town and moved to the Wiest farm at the location they are at today. At that time it was a very barren piece of land with only the new house sitting there. It didn’t take long for them to start planting and planting, the results of which we can see today. A big garden and a lot of flowers were to be seen every year. They moved the trailer in, in 1985, and started another new yard. With John and Ozzie being busy with the construction business and Gail busy with four small children, Annette became the greens keeper. Ozzie told me it took her twelve hours to cut all of the grass. This beautiful yard we can see today, has been the scene of both Donald and John’s weddings and was very much one of Annette’s favorite spots, so it would have been a very fitting place in which to celebrate her life.

Annette enjoyed watching the sports her children were involved in and followed them through their school sports and hockey. Later she enjoyed watching Justin’s team play hockey and after Justin stopped playing, she still attended the home games of “her kids”, which she considered the team to be.

Annette loved fishing and as I talked to my kids this week, those family fishing trips were some of their best memories. To Annette, it didn’t matter if it was a family trip or a trip with the whole wild crew. She was fishing! She usually won the “big bucks” for catching the first fish. As it turned out, when fishing with the crew, she was very often the only one with a line in the water as the others needed to get their beer opened first. Not that that bothered Annette, she was there to fish! She could spend a whole day on the water, catch only one small fish and still consider it to have been a good day. For a number of years they stocked the dugout at the farm and Annette and the grandchildren enjoyed many afternoons and evenings of fishing.

In 1980, the gold bug hit the Wiests and they decided to try their hand at mining. They headed for the Yukon and the next eight summers were spent trying to find the mother lode in the Yukon and B.C.

On many a Sunday during the summer, Annette would pack a cooler of food and she and Ozzie, together with Bud Scott, would drive to an old school site, a sports ground or former rodeo ground and spend the day with their metal detectors looking for lost treasures. Many interesting objects were found over the years. They were called many times to use their detectors to help people find lost rings and other valuables.

Annette adopted many of the extras that arrived at their house, be they 15 or 50, the kid’s friends or Ozzie’s. I was a stray that Uncle Ralph brought to their house early in our relationship. To me, Annette quickly became a friend and a confidant. She was my bridesmaid and very much another sister.

When Ozzie, John and Ralph were all busy with the construction business and having trouble finding help at peak times, Annette often became the hired help. For a number of years, Annette and I spent August and September building grain bins, which was no small task for two women to undertake. During the days when I was at school, she was baking and preparing meals, then from after school until dark, and sometimes under the lights, we worked on bins. Then supper was always waiting for everyone.

Our children loved fishing trips and going beeping with Auntie. She always had time for our little ones and later the kids enjoyed spending time at the farm, it was a fun place to go and they all got a kick out of riding the bus to Auntie’s. The coffee pot was always ready to go and along with the coffee there would usually be baking of some kind, whether it was buns, cookies, cinnamon buns or kucha, and if Ralph whined long enough and loud enough, there would even be kucha to take home. Annette’s buns, pies and kucha were eagerly sought after at the Consort Gun Show for many years.

I will remember Annette as a baker, a seamstress, a homemaker and as my friend, but mostly she is to be remembered as a loving wife, mother, grandmother and great grandmother and sister. To Annette, her family was her world and her life has been devoted to giving all of them the best she could. Remembering who she was to each of us and all of the good times we had, will always keep her with us over the years. Perhaps if she could speak to us today, this is what she would say:

When I must leave you for a little while

Please do not grieve and shed wild tears,

But start out bravely with a gallant smile;

And for my sake and in my name,

Live on and do all things the same.

Feed not your loneliness on empty days,

But fill each waking hour in useful ways.

Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer,

And I in turn will comfort you and hold you near.

And never, never be afraid to die,

For I am waiting for you in the sky.

And the odds are that the coffee pot will be on and the baking will be there.

Annette was predeceased by her first born son Wayne, grandson Jamie Shumaker/Wiest; parents Gotthilf and Brigette Laye and sister Edna Rath. She is survived by her husband of 59 years, Oswald Wiest, three children, John (Gail) Wiest, Donald (Marlene) Wiest and Sheila Wiest; eight grandchildren, Chrissie (Quinton) Shumaker-Hoff, Tania Wiest, Justin (Alexis) Wiest, Leah (Dallas) Pollitt, Brad (Andrea) Wiest, Christopher, Christine (Chris) and Corinna Barclay; five great grandchildren, Dallee, Dallen, Zane and Macord Pollitt, and Ava Hoff. She is also survived by her four brothers, Albert (Helen) Laye, Walter Laye, Bill (Ruby) Laye and Alex (Donnabelle) Laye and numerous nieces and nephews.

Goodbye my friend, rest well.

The above eulogy was prepared and read by Grace Wiest at the memorial service held in the Sportex on Thursday afternoon, August 21st, (although it was planned for their yard, but the rain forced the move inside). Following the service, lunch was served with a time of visiting among old friends and family.

At Annette’s request, there was no funeral.

In lieu of flowers, the family has requested donations can be made in Annette’s memory to the Alberta Cancer Society, c/o Parkview Funeral Chapels, Box 186, Castor, AB. T0C 0X0, or to a local charity of your choice.

Olav Hanson

(Feb. 9, 1931 – Aug. 21, 2008)

Olav Leonard Hanson passed away peacefully on August 21, 2008 at the Extended Care Facility in our Lady of the Rosary Hospital in Castor at the age of 77 years.

Olav was born on the family farm at Monitor, Alberta on February 9, 1931. Being the 12th child of 13 born to the Hanson family and the only surviving boy, he was “very precious.” He spent his younger years on the farm doing chores with sisters and friends, and riding horses to school. Entertainment involved Sunday afternoons spent with neighboring children.

When Olav’s parents moved to town, he took over the farm. Along with farming, he loved to dance and have lots of fun.

In 1954 a restaurant setting was where he spotted the love of his life. Olav and Francie Lewsaw were married on November 18, 1955 in Coronation, Alberta. While on their honeymoon Olav’s favorite line, which he sang throughout the years, became “because you’re mine, I walk the line.” ~ from Johnny Cash’s “I Walk The Line”.

Their children Richard and Marlene were born in Consort, and Luella in Calgary. Olav was an avid hunter and was always excited during duck, goose, and deer hunting seasons. 1966 was a year of change; Olav became a Gas Plant Operator for Dome Petroleum at Consort, Alberta. In 1969 he transferred to Castor, Alberta and continued working for 20 years.

Olav’s desire to farm again led him to rent farm land at Brownfield, Alberta along with taking care of gas plants in Castor and Brownfield checking wells. Olav’s dream came true in 1978, when he purchased and moved to a farm near Fleet, Alberta. Cattle were Olav’s passion. His cattle knowledge and skills were well known. His trusted companion Bandit (cattle dog) was always by his side. In 1996 it was time to retire and they moved to town. He built a garage, took over floor curling duties which became a big part of his life. Olav and Francie participated in floor curling bonspiels in various communities in the area. He was a Board Member at the Castor Golden Circle and the Castor Museum Society.

Olav loved to go to church and he was always ready to go. He grew to love Jesus and verbalized that he indeed had asked Jesus to come into his heart and asked forgiveness for his past sinful life. He was at peace with God.

Olav is predeceased by his parents Ole and Tilla and sisters: Thelma Bogen, Mabel Hanson, Ida Gregory, Elsie Sittler, Gladys Bogen, Orda Larson and an infant brother Olav Clarence Hanson.

Olav is lovingly remembered by his wife Francie, of 52 years; son Richard (Cindyann) Hanson, Alyssa and Kelda of Red Deer; daughter Marlene Derr, Dustin, Janelle and Miranda (Dustin Cowan) of Stettler; daughter Luella Hanson of Edmonton; 5 sisters, Edith Kinnee of Camrose, Anna Durrand of New Norway, Deloris Bogen of Provost, Bernice Barber of Consort and Lillian (Ron) Ference of Black Diamond, numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, other relatives and many friends.

The funeral service to commemorate Olav’s life took place at the Evangelical Missionary Church, Castor, Alberta on Tuesday, August 26, 2008 at 2:00 P.M. with Pastor Marty Hays and Pastor Jim Culham officiating. The eulogy was given by Pastor Jim Culham. Mrs. Nadene Wideman played for the congregational hymns, “How Great Thou Art” and “What A Friend We Have In Jesus”. Soloist Ruth Hays sang a medley “Are You Washed In The Blood/I’ll Fly Away”. Marty Hays, Jim Culham & Lavern Wideman sang “Mansion Over The Hilltop”. Recessional music was a recorded selection “You Can Let Go”. Active Pallbearers were Gerald Barber, Phillip Barber, Grant Kelts, Rick Kelts, Dwayne Dunkle, Rod Willis. Honorary Pallbearers were all Olav’s Family & Friends. The interment took place at the Castor Cemetery immediately following the service. Following interment family and friends gathered in the Fellowship Hall of the Church for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by Women’s Ministries.

In Olav’s honor, memorial contributions may be made to the Alberta Lung Association, Box 4500, Stn. S, Edmonton, AB, T6E 9Z9, Alzheimer Association of Alberta, #218A, 2323 – 32nd, Ave. N.E. Calgary, AB, T2E 6Z3 or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Bill Greenwood

(January 18, 1917- August 21, 2008)

The World Professional Chuckwagon Association was saddened by the passing of one of the all time chuckwagon greats- Bill Greenwood on Thursday, August 21, 2008 at the age of 91 from natural causes.

After making his debut as a driver in 1947, Bill Greenwood went on to one of the most celebrated careers in chuckwagon racing history. He won dozens of championships, over the course of his career most notably 2 World Championships in 1958 and 1967, 3 Calgary Stampede Rangeland Derby Championships in 1958, 1965 and 1966, 3 Cheyenne Frontier Days Championships and 5 Ponoka Stampede Championships. He drove for the last time in 1973. At the sale that officially ended Bill Greenwood’s successful chuck-wagon racing career, a young driver by the name of Kelly Sutherland emerged with the nucleus of Bill’s winning chuckwagon outfit. In addition to all his success as a Chuckwagon driver, Bill also acted as the chuckwagon director with the Cowboy’s Protective Association and the Canadian Rodeo Cowboys Association at different times throughout his career.

Bill Greenwood was honored in 1989 by the World Professional Chuckwagon Association with it’s Special Tribute award, was inducted into the Ponoka Stampede’s Hall of Fame in 2007, and on July 7, 2008 he was made a member of the Calgary Stampede’s Pioneers Of Rodeo.

The funeral service was held Tuesday, Aug. 26, 2008 at Lousana, Alberta.

Bill will be missed by all in the WPCA as well as his many friends throughout the area. We extend our sincere condolences to the Greenwood family.

Margaret Ellen Walker

(May 19, 1915 – Aug. 18, 2008)

On August 18 surrounded by loving family, Peggy Walker of Consort, Alberta passed quietly away in the Consort Hospital at the age of 93.

Margaret Ellen Walker was born in Compeer on May 19th, 1915, the first born child of Sidney and Elizabeth Cootes. Peggy (as she was called) was followed by two sisters, Edith and Alice, and one brother, Stanley. Peggy’s early years were spent working and playing on the family farm as well as attending the nearby school of Crocus Dale. She was a hard working but fun loving young woman. Peggy later found employment in the Monitor Hotel where she met her future husband, Johnny. They were married on February 28, 1942. Peggy moved several times in those early days of her marriage as Johnny managed hotels for the Calgary Brewery Company. She spoke often of the “good times” enjoyed making new friends and raising a young active family. In 1951 the family moved to Consort with 4 children: Jim, Dennis, Dianne and Wayne. The family grew as Carol, Marie and Norma were added to the home in Consort. Peggy found a job working at the Consort Hotel and in the years that followed she was the constant force working for many employers: Everett Jolitz, Jack Newsham and Bruce Annabelle.

Peggy enjoyed traveling and took several trips with her sisters, Edith and Alice, and niece, Charlotte to Hawaii, Las Vegas, Branson, Nashville and Memphis.

She had a terrific sense of humor but her children point out that she also had a wicked left hook.

Peggy was predeceased by her husband of 30 years, John Walker, parents, Sidney and Elizabeth Cootes, brother Stanley Cootes, sister Edith Bondaruk, brothers-in-law Walter McFadyen and George Bondaruk, niece and nephew Charlotte and Francis Bondaruk and step-son Jack Walker.

She is survived by her loving family: son Jim (Peggy), son Dennis (Neana), daughter Dianne (Gilbert) Liknes, son Wayne (Carol), daughter Carol (Brian) Walker, daughter Marie (Neil) Joel, daughter Norma (Rhyce) Astley; sister Alice McFadyen; sister-in-law Emma Cootes; cousins Fred Cootes, Esther (Glen) English and Vera Slater;13 grandchildren: Joan, Teryl, James, Candice, Kyle, Tia, Bobbi-Jo, Carmen, Lindsay, Kim, Heath, Joanna and John and 17 great grandchildren: Chris, Jordan, Hayley, Dale, Jade, Zach, Jaron, Clay, Bailey, Madison, Teagan, Morgan, Triton, Hunter, Kayla, Logan, Ethan as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

The funeral service to commemorate Peggy’s life took place at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Saturday, August 23, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. with Reverend Sandy Macpherson officiating. A tribute was given by Les McFadyen. Mrs. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns, “In The Sweet By And By” and “Amazing Grace”. Leader of song was the Knox United Church Choir. Pat and Charlotte Gilmer sang “In The Garden”. Urn bearers were Kyle Walker and Lindsay Sullivan. A private family interment took place at the Lakeroad Cemetery immediately following the service. Following the interment family and friends gathered in the lower hall of the Knox United Church for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Knox United Church Ladies.

In Peggy’s honor, memorial contributions may be made to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary, Box 244, Consort, Alberta, T0C 1B0.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

A Tribute to

Margaret (Peggy) Walker (1915 – 2008)

By Les McFadyen

A LIFE WELL LIVED

Last Monday, my cousin, Dianne asked me to say a few words about my Aunt Peggy today. My initial response was that it would be difficult because I knew it would be hard to speak about someone who I respected so much. I accepted because I knew it was something I needed to do for the family.

As I collected my thoughts about my Aunt I found a way to make the process a bit easier. I decided to do what I think Peggy would have wanted, not to be sad about her passing, but to concentrate on celebrating a life well lived ~ her life!

A STORY OF RESPECT

I would like to start today by sharing a story about one of my last visits with my Aunt. It helped me to reflect about why I respected her so much. My family and I were lucky to have made several trips to Consort to visit Peggy before she got so sick. On one occasion we set off on a hot summer day to drive to Consort to visit with her. The trip, as always, consisted of good natured banter supported by the knowledge that we would soon reach our destination. Finally, we rounded a bend and I could see Consort in the distance. A feeling of anticipation and happiness swept over me. I was surprised at how anxious I was to see my Aunt once again. I didn’t dwell on the idea at the time but upon reflection this week the reasons why I felt so good about spending time with Aunt Peggy began to crystallize and I knew why we all need to celebrate her life. By sharing my reasons, I think I will describe to you a great lady and wonderful member of my extended family.

#1. UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE

When we arrived at Peggy’s place I knew that we would be unconditionally welcomed. And that is exactly what happened. It made me feel that any member of Peggy’s family, even a nephew like me, was important to her. I knew she would do whatever she could to make myself and my family feel welcome and special. She always offered food and drink and soon we were all sharing our thoughts. So the first reason for celebrating my Aunt’s life is that she had a way of making people feel welcome and important to her. I guess you could call it unconditional acceptance. I can only imagine how her children thought about her.

#2. PEGGY WAS A LOVING MOTHER

Which brings me to the second reason I respected Peggy so much. She was a loving mother. I’m a parent myself and I have two adult children, Scott and Alana, whom I’m extremely proud of, but to be honest, there were times when they were quite a challenge. I’m sure all parents can identify with this.

Now Peggy had seven children – not two: three boys (Jim, Dennis and Wayne) and four girls (Diane, Carol, Marie and Norma)

Somewhat more of a challenge I would think, and even though Peggy’s husband, Johnny, passed away too early in the marriage, she stuck by her kids and they loved her for it. I know this because they demonstrated it many times, like at the birthday parties they organized for her. I especially remember the one in Red Deer at Gilbert and Diane’s lounge. I think it was her 80th. She had a great time, as did we all. It was clear her family loved her dearly and didn’t hesitate to show it publicly. So another reason why we should celebrate Peggy’s life today is that she understood the meaning of being a responsible parent even when times got tough. You see my Aunt was no quitter.

#3. PEGGY KNEW HOW TO HAVE FUN

Now back to my story about our visit with Peggy. The third reason why I liked visiting Peggy is that she loved to have fun. On this particular visit we ended up in the Consort Hotel. We went to the hotel for dinner and inevitably ended up laughing most of the time. When you visit with a person and she makes you feel so at ease that it seems natural to joke around and be yourself you know you are with someone who is totally supportive. That’s how Peggy made me and my family feel when we were with her. The ability to make a person feel safe, to be himself, and see the lighter side of things is a gift Peggy gave to us and that’s the third reason why we should celebrate her life today. The memory of her smiling and laughing and having a good time at the hotel will be with me forever.

Peggy also loved to travel and have fun with friends. Some of my Mom’s most cherished memories of Peggy are the times they shared traveling to places like Nashville and Hawaii. Even places closer to home like Pine Lake stir up fond memories. I guess it goes without saying that Peggy loved a good party. Mom tells me she often said, “A few good parties and country music keeps us young”. It’s hard to disagree with this one. You have to respect a person who knows there’s a time for work and a time for play.

#4. PEGGY WAS HER OWN PERSON

The fourth reason why I liked and respected Peggy is that she was her own person. She needed to be in control of her situation. As the last few years went by I wondered when I would be visiting Peggy in a rest home. After all she had worked hard her whole life and deserved to be taken care of a bit. A testament to her independence is that the visit we made to Peggy wasn’t in a rest home it was in her own home. You have to respect the courage of a lady in her 80’s and 90’s living in her own home by herself. Indeed, I never did visit my aunt in a rest home. I think she may have caused her own family some worries but she was determined to stay at home. Perhaps she felt closer to her family that way. I think some people call that “true grit” but whatever it was, I know my aunt had it. I personally, respect that kind of individual and that’s my 4th reason why we should celebrate her life.

#5. ALWAYS WITH US

I believe people like my Aunt Peggy never really leave us. Instead they leave an indelible footprint. For me coming here today felt right because when I saw Consort that feeling of respect surfaced again. In the future, when I watch people being themselves and laughing together and having fun ~ I will remember my Aunt. When I see someone make another person feel at ease and welcome ~ I will sense the presence of Peggy. Whenever I visit with my own family or witness a family that sticks together ~ Peggy will be there.

In a sense, I think she would like us all to be happy today. To remember all of the great things about her. To share the good stories. To celebrate a life well lived. So out of honest respect, I hope you will share those stories with each other later today. Indeed, I would be grateful if you would share some with me after the service.

My Mom told me recently that Peggy never was a homebody. She was more of an “outside country gal”. So I’d like to leave you with some thoughts about people who love the outdoors. These words were written by a lady by the name of Mary Frye:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I did not die.

EDITH (ANDERSON) LUFT

(February 3, 1923 – August 18, 2008)

Edith was born February 3, 1923 and raised in the Consort district. She was the second daughter of Tom and Lizz Anderson. She attended school in Consort and afterwards attended teachers training in Edmonton. After becoming a teacher, she taught school in various locations, then at Elkton, Alberta, she met Pete Luft, whom she married August 30, 1945. To this union were born three children, Dale, Ronnie and Janice.

Edith passed away suddenly in her home in Didsbury on August 18, 2008 at the age of 85 years. The funeral service was held Saturday, August 23, 2008 at Zion Evangelical Missionary Church in Didsbury.

She was predeceased by her parents and her husband, Peter.

Left to cherish her memory are three children, Dale, Ronnie (June), Janice and Peter Horwood. Seven grandchildren and four great grandchildren. Also one sister Margaret Lovlie and four brothers, Richard (of Consort), Ken, Ron and John and their families.

PATRICK JOSEPH QUINLAN

(August 23, 2008)

Patrick Joseph Quinlan, a highly respected employee of the Edmonton Catholic School District for 35 years, passed away August 23, 2008. He was 89 and his passing followed closely on the death of his beloved wife, Sadie.

Pat was born and raised at Consort, the son of John and Annie Quinlan, who were early settlers in the area. He got much of his schooling here before going away to study and become a teacher.

Left to mourn are his daughters, Elaine (Jim) O’Brien, Janet (John) Howard, his son, Gerald; grandchildren, Shannon, (Cameron) Warawa, Colleen (Ryan) Dunkley, Paul, Patti (Jesse Smith), and Jimmy (Shelby) Quinlan: Cameron, Keltie and Megan O’Brien; Justin and Lindsey Howard; GG’s special joys, great-grandchildren Ella and Nolan Warawa, Kai and Hope Dunkley; sister Marie Guidera; sister-in-law Delphine (Joe) Finley, as well as many loving nieces, nephews and friends.

Pat was predeceased by his parents, Annie and John Quinlan, his sister, Kathleen and brother, Jack.

The Mass of Christian Burial was celebrated by the Rev. Daniel Abba and Father Leo Floyd on Friday, August 29th at St. Thomas More Catholic Church with private burial to follow later at Holy Cross Cemetery.

Leslie Howard Dafoe

(April 5, 1923 – Aug. 24, 2008)

Leslie Howard Dafoe was born on April 5, 1923 and passed away peacefully at the Foothills Country Hospice on August 24, 2008 after a long illness at the age of 85 years.

Howard was born in Erskine, Alberta and the family later moved to Hemaruka, Alberta when he was in his late teens. Following Bible School in British Columbia, Howard moved to Ontario where he worked as a piano tuner and eventually purchased his own taxi. He later met and married Marie and they had three children. Missing his roots, he returned to Hemaruka, where he purchased a farm and continued to raise his family. In 1975 Howard married Margaret who owned C & D Trucking and together they expanded to Dafoe Trucking Ltd. Howard retired in 2002. He enjoyed curling, bridge and traveling together with Margaret.

He is survived by his loving wife Margaret; Howard’s son Brian (Sylvia) of Merritt, BC; Howard and Margaret’s children Maxine (John) Allin, Debbie (Steve) Moore both of Calgary; Richard of Chipman, Alberta, Tim (Cindy), Mervin (Patti) both of Calgary; 24 grandchildren; 10 great grandchildren; siblings Harold, Eileen (John) Fortune, Mildred (Lloyd) Moncrieff, Gladys (Andy) Holm, and Esther (Bernie) Gribben and numerous nieces and nephews and their families. He was predeceased by his brother David; daughter Carol; and son Daryl.

The family wishes to extend their gratitude to all who cared for Howard during his long illness, especially the staff of the Foothills Country Hospice.

A celebration of Howard’s life was held in the Garden Room of Aviemore, Calgary, Alberta on Thursday, August 28, 2008 at 2:00 P.M. with Donald O’Dwyer officiating. The interment took place in the Veteran Cemetery, Veteran, Alberta on Friday, August 29, 2008 at 1:00 P.M.

Should friends desire memorial contributions may be made in Howard’s memory to the Supra Nuclear Palsy or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium of Coronation, Alberta were entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements. For further information please contact Dean Ross at 1-403-578-3777 or toll free at 1-888-882-3141.

Patricia Marie Walker (Winter)

(Dec. 6, 1955 – Sept. 28, 2008)

Age 52 years

Pat Walker, of Veteran, Alberta, passed away peacefully at the Foothills Hospital in Calgary, Alberta with her family by her side. She fought a very brief battle with recurring cancer.

Pat was born and raised in Red Deer, Alberta. She completed all of her education in Red Deer and then went on to Alberta College in Edmonton. She then returned to Red Deer to work at the Associate Clinic before meetin

g Kevin and beginning their life together farming in Veteran. Pat enjoyed many different activities including curling, golfing, doing puzzles, playing cards, baking and spending time visiting with friends and family. She was very artistic and did many different crafts. She was very proud of her quilts and many lucky high school grads have the honor of cuddling up in them. Pat would take on any challenge and worked at many different jobs including the drug stores in Consort and Coronation and most recently at the Consort Seniors Lodge. Kevin and Pat welcomed their children Alan (1978) and Sandra (1982) and Pat was thrilled when her grandchildren Boston (2002) and Hudson (2004) were born. Kevin and Pat celebrated 31 years of marriage in August.

Pat was an extremely loving and giving person, always putting others before herself.

She is lovingly remembered by her husband, Kevin; her son, Alan (Penny), grandson Boston, granddaughter Hudson, of Carnduff, SK.; her daughter, Sandra (Tanner) Tyliszczak of Blackfalds.

Pat leaves to mourn her mother, Jean Winter; sister, Donna (Ken) Weik; brothers, Keith (Connie) Winter; Bill (Brenda) Winter; mother-in-law, Ev Walker; and sister-in-law, Bev Walker. Pat is also survived by several nieces, nephews, numerous cousins, aunts, uncles, and many very close and dear friends. She was predeceased by her father, Dan Winter and father-in-law, Bill Walker.

The service to commemorate Pat’s life took place at the Veteran Community Hall, Veteran, Alberta on Saturday, October 4, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Pat’s brother Bill Winter presented a tribute which was written by friends Carmen Eklund and Wendy O’How; he also shared many memories. Daughter, Sandra Tyliszczak made a memorial video tribute which was played in remembrance of Pat’s life. Pat Durksen played for the congregational hymn, “How Great Thou Art”. Honorary pallbearers were “Everyone Who Had Shared In Pat’s Life”. Urn Bearer was Pat’s mother Jean Winter. Following the funeral service family and friends remained at the Community Hall for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Veteran United Church Ladies and the community. In Pat’s honor, memorial contributions may be made to the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation, Prairies/NWT Region, 10665 Jasper Avenue, Suite 700, Edmonton, Alberta T5J 3S9.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

WALTER ARNOLD DeWOLFE

(March 20, 1919-Sept. 20, 2008)

Walter Arnold DeWolfe was born March 20, 1919, the third son to Ottie and Esther (Akre) DeWolfe, when they resided in the Willowbrook District before moving to the farm north of Consort.

He attended schools in Willowbrook, Silver Beach and Consort. He worked on farms before joining the Army as a gunner. He served in the thick of war – through Italy, Holland and 12 miles into Germany when the war ended.

Following the war, he took up farmimg, then began work as a custodian of schools in Red Deer until his retirement.

After the death of his wife, Merrill, he moved from Red Deer to Coronation to be closer to his family and purchased a home, which he enjoyed until ill health forced him into Extended Care.

God called him home on the 20th of September.

He was predeceased by his parents, infant brother, and brothers Ralph, Clayton, Alfred and sister, Helen, his wife, Merrill, brothers-in-law Alex Sabo and Arlos Tkach, sister-in-law Margaret and nephew, Dwayne Tkach.

Mourning him are his brother, Clifford of Veteran, sister Elsie Tkach, Coronation, sister-in-law Betty, nieces, nephews, cousins and a host of friends.

Walter was a kind and gentle Gentleman; Dearly Loved.

Grave side services were held September 25th at the Alta Rest Cemetery, Red Deer with Pastor Wade Hammond officiating, followed by the “Last Post”.

JOYCE SCHUMAKER

(March 23, 1962 – October 11, 2008)

With sadness, we announce the passing of Joyce Eileen Schumaker (nee Campbell) in Calgary on Saturday, October 11th, 2008.

Joyce is survived by her husband, Wayne, of Didsbury, daughter Brittany (Mike Balul), Williams Lake, B.C., step-daughter, Chrissie (Quintin Hoff), step-granddaughter, Ava, Veteran; mother Maude Campbell, Swift Current, sister Val (John), Regina, sister Heather (Dale), Medicine Hat, brothers, Jim of neville and Kevin (Lee) of Swift Current; father and mother-in-law, Ray and Kay Schumaker, Red Deer, brother-in-law Murray (Tammi), Saskatoon; sisters-in-law, Laurie (Dana), Didsbury, Tish (Garry), Airdrie and Terry, Didsbury, as well as numerous nieces and nephews. Joyce was predeceased by her step-son, Jamie, father William campbell, grandparents Luke and Agnes Campbell and Garnet and Sara Carruthers.

Joyce was born on March 23, 1962 in Vanguard, Saskatchewan. She attended school in Neville and Swift Current.

Joyce married Wayne Schumaker on May 15, 1992. During their time together, they lived in Consort, Calgary and finally settled in Didsbury, Alberta. Joyce will be loved and missed by everyone who knew and loved her. She will always be remembered as a kind and gentle person.

The family would like to thank the staff at the Peter Lougheed Health Centre as well as the Salvation Army Agape Hospice for the Shawn

Larry Evans

(Oct. 28, 1972 – Nov. 18, 2008)

Shawn Larry Evans was born October 28, 1972 in Provost, Alberta. Shawn was the second child, and only son of Larry and Ruth Evans and was raised in Altario. From a very young age, he was rarely seen without his best friend Jason.

After completing high school, his many years working with his father Larry on the farm led Shawn to Olds College where he completed his diploma in Agricultural Mechanics. In 1993, after visiting the Currie Farm with Jason, Shawn began dating the love of his life. On November 5, 1994, Shawn married Jody Currie. Their marriage was blessed with two children, Chase and Alexa.

In the early 90’s, Shawn started his business adventures with Jason. They built their first steamer truck together and formed Rocken E Services, the first of many companies. It quickly expanded. After many successful years, they joined the Winterhawk family and became a part of Eveready Energy, a company he was proud to be a part of and worked hard to expand and grow.

Shawn was a major part of the fearless four. He had big plans and big dreams. Always planning for what was next, taking everyone willingly along. Shawn often led them down side paths, but they always met interesting people and got where they were headed even if it was in a circle.

Shawn loved farming. He worked day and night to grow the business and see many of his dreams come true but he was far from finished and there are many things left undone.

Shawn loved to hunt and fish. He was a very unselfish person who enjoyed having his family and friends along taking as much excitement and thrill out of others achievements as his own. Shawn loved to pick up his cousins, friends, dad, son and Grandpa Frank to spend many hours together.

Shawn loved having family around and was so proud to be a part of a large and loving family. In Shawn’s eyes the bigger the family gathering the better.

His fearless nature, lead him to a passion for flying. He was encouraged by neighbours and friends to pursue his private pilot license. With his hours completed and his solo flight done, Shawn passed his practical exam and was so close to finishing.

Shawn loved to spend time with his children. He loved all the time he had with his son ‘Ed’ and his daughter ‘Squeaker’. It didn’t matter if they were at dance, hockey, or swimming in the lake, he enjoyed every minute with them and thrived off their success.

Shawn and Jody lived on the farm sharing the yard with his mom and dad, Ruth and Larry. Raising his children on the farm was a blessing for his family. Chase and Alexa are so fortunate to have their Nana and Papa close enough to walk over, getting love and attention from two homes and not just one.

Shawn will be lovingly missed by his wife Jody; children Chase and Alexa Evans, his father and mother Larry and Ruth Evans; sisters Sherry (Kelvin) Evans and Stacy (Brad) Ference; father- and mother-in-law Lad and Judy Currie; cousin and brother-in-law Jason (Stacy) Evans; sister-in-law Laura (James) Morton; grandfather Frank (Dorothy) Evans; grandmothers Delma Foot, Muriel Armstrong and Marg Currie; aunts, uncles and numerous nieces and nephews.

Shawn was predeceased by his grandmother Elsie Evans (1989), his grandfather Frank Foot (2004) and his uncle Mervin Evans (2008).

The Funeral Service was held Sunday, November 23, at the Altario School Gym in Altario, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Rev. Hector Rose. Beryl Ward was the organist and Doug Fischer gave the eulogy. Hymns were ‘Just a Closer Walk With Thee’ and ‘In the Garden.’ Pallbearers were Dean McLeod, Darin Hauck, Aaron Heck, Garnet Dewald, James Wotschell, Craig Roesler, John Murray, Travis Foot, Jim Evaskevich, Ron Cawston, Chris Eamer, Kim Tuffs, Eric Vert, and Brian Carter. Honorary Pallbearers were Shawn’s family, friends, and neighbours who cared and shared in his life.

Memorial tributes may be directed to STARS, Box 150, Oyen, Alberta, T0J 2J0; the Canadian Cancer Society, #102 – 1865 Dunmore Road S.E., Medicine Hat, Alberta, T1A 1Z8; United Way of Alberta, 10020 – 108 Street, Edmonton, Alberta, T5J 1K6 or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Altario Community.

Funeral arrangements in care of MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen.

Eulogy

To my buddy Shawn Evans

When I started to write this Eulogy, I wondered what would Shawn say to help me out. I figure I know exactly what he would say.

“Fish, lock yourself into a room for 3 days with the Eulogy. After the third day I will guarantee when you come out of that room you will be able to spell it.”

Shawn was a character like no other, whenever he was around you can guarantee we were going to have a good time, work or play. He was a smooth talker but extremely honest. Shawn also had an uncanny way about him that kept him out of trouble. One time at the airport Shawn didn’t have his birth certificate and the ladies wouldn’t let him go without one. He said “what if I give you a hug?” The man got on the plane by hugging all the women all the way through – only Shawn could do it.

One time though, he couldn’t quite talk himself out of trouble – at Billy Bobs. The bouncers threw him out on his head. Shawn explained.

“Drunk in public? NO, I was drunk in the bar, they threw me into the public.”

“I have an idea” Those were famous words out of Shawn’s mouth, they weren’t always intelligent ideas but they always meant we were going to have a lot of fun.
Other Shawnism would be:

“When you woke up this morning you never thought you would be doing this”. And you can bet he was right.

“Don’t worry about it, things will work out”.

“Lets stay and have one more halfer”.

“I just invented a new word”.

“Oossa” that was one of his new invented words. Nobody knew what it meant but he was proud of it.

One line Jody has heard many times is:

“But honey if I didn’t do anything stupid, we wouldn’t have anything to talk about”.

Now we all know why there was so much communication between them.

Shawn decided that he was going to use a new word everyday. So Garnet said to him one day something about the rough land and Shawn replied, “Yes the topography is very rough”. And then he said, “When you woke up this morning you never thought you would hear me say that word”. Garnet just shook his head.

Shawn loved everything he did, farming, oilfield servicing, hunting or fishing. This year he had 2 hunts he was extremely proud of – shooting a big mule deer with Chase and getting a moose with Grandpa Frank.

It wasn’t about the hunt, its about being with the people he loved.

Jason and Shawn went everywhere together. It was uncommon to see one without the other. They never fought, even when Shawn shot Jason in the forehead with a paint ball gun. Jason and Shawn farmed together, had the oilfield service business together, married sisters and even holidayed together. I always envied your relationship, you two were closer than brothers.

Jody, you were strength and also sometimes the common sense behind Shawn. The time Shawn, Tyler and Darin put the boat in the lake at 6 a.m. after a full night of entertainment and the boat keys were gone. They went back to the trailer in “stealth mode” to get the keys out of her purse. Jody was waiting for them “I don’t think so boys”. Game over, off to bed.

Shawn made an impression on everyone, whether it was with the President of big oil companies or the rest of us Rednecks. If you knew Shawn Evans – you loved Shawn Evans, it was just the way it worked. I wanted to say some words to describe Shawn, but John Stevens, the CEO of Northern Crane says it the best.

“Shawn truly was one of the finest individuals I have met in my life. An easy going, hardworking, business mind-ed farm boy.”

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Ruby Margaret Greenfield

(July 9, 1926 – Nov. 19, 2008)

Ruby was born on July 9, 1926 at Oyen. She passed way peacefully at home on November 19, 2008.

Ruby grew up on the family farm at Sedalia before going to Consort to work at the telephone office, then helped take care of the Leslie family. She also worked at the Wiltse General Store.

On December 14, 1949 at Oyen, Ruby married her soul partner, George Greenfield. They lived on a farm N.E. of Consort all their married life. Ruby was an outdoors girl; she loved her cats and especially her dog “Pug.” Ruby loved to curl and had a good sense of humor. She was a good cook and welcomed all to their home. As a pastime Ruby crocheted many afghans.

George and Ruby had some great trips together – visiting relatives in Minnesota, a little gambling in Las Vegas, and fishing. One highlight was when they went salmon fishing at Campbell River. It was thrilling to catch a big salmon and try to reel it in.

Ruby helped George with many outside chores and jobs on the farm. She particularly liked running the 3020 John Deere on a 224T John Deere square baler. She could fix the knotters better than George, by his own admission. She would bale by herself for many hours without George having to worry, allowing him to accomplish other things. They made good team.

Ruby is survived by her husband George; a sister, Jean (Leroy) Knudson; niece Karen (Ben), grand niece Emily; sisters-in-law Olive Nelson and Gertrude Lomsdahl and their families; numerous nieces, nephews and several cousins. She is predeceased by her father, Murray Racknor in October 1963 and her mother Margaret in December 1964; brother Gerald Racknor in September 1977 and a nephew Reg Knudson on September 2, 1990.

The funeral service to celebrate Ruby’s life took place at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Monday, November 24th, 2008 at 2:00 p.m. Officiating was Reverend Sandy Macpherson. Linda Schetzsle played for the congregational hymns “In The Garden”, and “Take My Hand Precious Lord”, led by the Knox United Church Choir. Carole Heatherington presented the tribute. Special music “Church In The Wildwood” was sang and played by Pat and Charlotte Gilmer and Dave Robinson.

A private family interment was held at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Active pallbearers were Leonard Babcock, Fred Schooler, Willie Doolaege, Bob Hedley, Jim Walker and Barry Nelson. Honorary pallbearers were “Everyone Who Has Shared In Ruby’s Life”.

A luncheon followed in the Lower Hall of the church prepared and served by the Knox United Church Ladies.

If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Ruby’s memory to Alberta Heart & Stroke Foundation, 101 – 5208 – 53rd Ave., Red Deer, AB T4N 5K2, or to a charity of the donor’s choice in care of Coronation Funeral Home Ltd., Box 35, Coronation, AB., T0C 1C0.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home was entrusted with funeral arrangements.

Tribute

by Carole Heatherington

Ruby Greenfield was born Ruby Margaret Racknor on July 9, 1926 in Oyen, Alberta. She came home to a small bungalow in the Sedalia area a half mile south of the original Heatherington homestead where I live today. She was the oldest of three with a sister, Jean, joining the family on July 27, 1927 and a brother, Gerald, on March 27, 1929.

Growing up Ruby had the typical childhood for rural Alberta traveling by horse to the Wildflower School until Grade 9 and then completing her education through correspondence. In the spring of 1945, Ruby moved to Consort and worked with her cousin, Violet Heatherington, as a Switchboard Operator, placing and receiving calls for people in the community who did not have telephone service and connecting calls for the general public. A couple years later, Ruby became a nanny for the Leslie family while their mother, Frankie, nursed at the Consort Hospital.

From there new horizons opened up and Ruby went to work for Wiltse Pioneer Store. She really enjoyed meeting everyone on the Saturday nights when they came to town to do their shopping. George had entered into the picture by this time and they were married at Oyen on December 14, 1949. Now, Ruby always came across as a very even tempered and agreeable person. But I asked George if there was ever a time when she wanted to “smack you along the side of your head with a frying pan”. He laughed a little and said “Yes” there was a time when I had saddled up a horse and went to town and got to drinking and playing poker, thus forgetting to come home until the wee hours of the morning. Ruby was in bed and he sneaks in and pretends to go to sleep knowing his wife is more than a little miffed. Ruby gets out of the bed and is doing something beside the bed and George opens one eye. That’s when the tongue lashing started. George agreed to her demands of taking her home to her parents and started down the road. It didn’t take long until there was a change of heart and a lot of brown nosing by George before they turned back home. It goes to show you that opposites do attract and can stay together – for 59 years even!

Remarkable woman – absolutely remarkable!

We see Ruby as a very gentle person. Cheryl (Rumohr) Schroeder gave me this piece of prairie history. TO RUBY

To a Dear friend that I had the privilege of calling my “Second Mom” for many years. From when I was very young, I spent every weekend and holiday that I was allowed to at George and Ruby’s house because they had no children and therefore they spoiled me.

I deeply loved her laugh, her click of the tongue and a Go Ahead when you asked for something. I always got to wear big boots outside when I followed George wherever he was going with Ruby reminding him that I was following behind.

The “DOG” Oh yeah! The “main person” of the house and my best friend, especially when I was homesick. Ruby would sneak her in the house-and let me sleep with her- and then get her out in the morning before George found out.

I learned many special things out there on the weekends including a love for music. Ruby always had time for me between things that needed done. For that I will always remember her as a very special lady. Thanks.

Thank you Cheryle for sharing these memories with us.

Ruby is probably one of the only lady farmers who had her own tractor, a 3020 John Deere. She was a very competent farmer and loved animals. George gives her credit for saving many little calves with her loving care. The dog “Pug” was also her favorite farm animal.

She grew a very large garden with vegetable produce that would often overflow into George’s garage, which he now admits he would silently remove and feed the rainbow trout in the dugout. And then Rudy would plant a bigger garden the next year, ’cause she thought they were going through vegetables like crazy.

George would bring home strays from time to time and not all of them were critters. And Ruby always looked after them with a ‘safe’ house and a loving touch.

For pleasure, Ruby curled for many years on Dr. Day’s rink and with the ladies of Consort for many more years. George talks of one night coming home from Consort at 1:00 a.m. from a bonspiel and the old International truck stopped and they were miles from home. They attempted to walk, but the freezing cold was too much. Lights were coming over the Monitor Hill, so they positioned themselves in the middle of the road, so they would either get run over or stopped for. Nick Kroeger saved the night and brought them to the garage to be warmed

and then safely escorted the old truck and them home.

Ruby always had an interest in community affairs and loved to visit with her neighbors. George and Ruby took many day trips to Wainwright, Provost, Coronation, or wherever, and she loved the change of scenery and the changing of the seasons.

May you Rest in Peace, Ruby.

Thank you, again, for this honor of reflecting on such a great lady from the country.

ll of it. Your dad was a great man, full of life and laughter and lived every day to the fullest. Keep your chin up and be very proud that you are the children of Shawn Evans.

Shawn, you will be truly missed by us all, we will love you forever.

David Martin Christensen

(October 1957-November 24, 2008)

It is with immense sadness that the family of Dave Christensen announce his peaceful passing on Monday, November 24, 2008 at the Red Deer Hospice with his loving family by his side.

Left to mourn his loss is his loving wife, Darlene of 26 years; daughter, Jamie (Anthony); son, Josh; grandson, Braden; brother, Kelly (Joanne) as well as his four sisters; Sharon (Harold) Cook of Calgary, AB, Vivian (Ken) Webb of Veteran, AB, Sonja (Ron) Kroker of Edmonton, AB and Kim Kroker of Edmonton, AB. Dave will also be missed by his many nieces, nephews, his very dear friend Ed and his wife Laureen Knelson, his many other close friends and acquaintances as well as his “Life Group”. Dave was predeceased by his parents, Carl and Esther; step-father, Nick Kroker and an infant brother at birth.

Dave’s family would like to sincerely thank the caring staff of the Red Deer Hospice, as well as the staff of the Red Deer Cancer Clinic. Thanks also to all our family and friends for the love, support and prayers.

A Celebration of Life Service was held at CrossRoads Church, Red Deer on Dec. 1, 2008 at 1:00 p.m. with Pastor Jordon Polson officiating.

Memorial donations may be made to the Red Deer Hospice Society, 99 Arnot Ave, Red Deer, AB. T4R 3S6, or Prostate Cancer Research Fund c/o Canadian Cancer Society, 4730A – Ross St, Red Deer, AB. T4N 1X2. Condolences can be forwarded to the family at www.parkland funeralhome.com

In living memory of Dave, a tree will be planted in the Parkland Funeral Home and Crematorium Memorial Tree Park.

James Noble

(Sept. 9, 1916-Dec. 10, 2008)

The death of James Lawson Noble, aged 92, of Kerrobert, occurred at Kerrobert Union Hospital on December 10, 2008.

He was born September 9, 1916, on SE 4 32-32-1 W4. He married Ethel Johnson on November 3, 1945. He was a farmer and lived their married life on the family farm north of Loverna. The last six years of his life was spent at the Kerrobert hospital.

He was predeceased by his parents, John and Isabelle (Reid) Noble; sisters: Eileen Cornell, Margaret Cavenagh, Barbara Wilberforce; brothers: Jack, Iver and Edwin Noble.

He will be lovingly remembered and sadly missed by his wife, Ethel Noble of Kerrobert; sons: Layne (Adrienne) Noble of Ottawa, Barry (Kerri) Noble of Compeer, Dennis (Darlene) Noble of Moose Jaw; granddaughters: Tanya (Keith) Moore, Ottawa, Danielle (Dave) Pirnak, St. Albert, Paige Noble, Moose Jaw; grandsons: Ryan (Crystal) Noble, St. Albert, Jesse Noble, Moose Jaw; great grandsons: Liam and Brennan Moore of Ottawa, Ryder Pirnak, St. Albert; great granddaughters: Brooklynn Pirnak, St. Albert, Faith Noble, St. Albert; brothers: David Noble, Herbert (Terri) Noble, Alan (Brenda) Noble, Ronnie (Betty) Noble, Gordon (Beryl) Noble; sister, June Davidson.

Funeral service was held at the Kerrobert United Church on December 16, 2008, at 10:30 a.m. with Bill Thomson officiating. Active Pallbearers were Jesse Noble, Ryan Noble, Doug Noble, Don Noble, Alan Cornell, Dave Pirnak. Ushers were Gordon Gramlich and Gordon Dommett. Organist was Marlene Thomson. Eulogy was read by Layne Noble. Soloist was Kerri Herman. Musical selection: “Amazing Grace”.

Interment took place at the Loverna Cemetery, Loverna, SK.

Earl Melverne Rumohr

(November 13, 1926 – December 8, 2008)

Earl was born in the Naco area on November 13, 1926 to William Thomas and Mildred Fern Rumohr. He shared his life with many people.

He spent his younger years on the farm as a cowboy, gopher trapper (the tails were spending money) and animal trainer. Earl enjoyed sports of all kinds – being involved in baseball, hockey, rodeo, and many others. Hunting and fishing were two of his favourite pastimes. Every grandchild and then his great-grandchild, as well as many other children, learned how to fish with him.

Earl and Joyce married May 3, 1948 and were constant companions in life throughout their sixty years of marriage. They were involved with camping, fishing, and family. They always greeted each other with a kiss and held hands. Their affection will last forever.

Earl had many jobs in his lifetime including mechanic, CPR Agent, oilfield worker, and carpenter. There were also the unofficial ones like barber, hockey coach, hunting guide and, of course, the one he held for 35 years through 2 or 3 generations – the one where everyone called him the “real one” in the red suit.

Earl belonged to many organizations including Kinsmen, Masons, Acadia Foundation, and Community Futures. He also served as a councillor of the town and Mayor for a period of time.

A friend to all age groups, Earl could give advice to you on almost anything.

We will all have our own little memories of Earl in our lives and especially his family, brothers and sisters-in-law, nieces and nephews, and his large group of friends of all ages.

Keep them all smiling up there Earl.

Earl was predeceased by his parents William (1957) and Mildred (1974); infant sister (1923); brother George (1995); sister Mary (2004); brother James (2008); brother-in law Slim (2001); and sisters-in-law Velma (1998) and Marguarite (2006).

He is survived by his wife Joyce; children Dale (Deanna); Wayne (Laura); Cheryle (Manfred); Sheila (David); grandchildren Karen, Kristen, Gillian (Tyrel), Kyley, Joshua, Candace, Darcey, Christopher and Craig; five great-grandchildren Branden, Johnathon, Gatlin, R.J. and Mason; brothers Gerry, Harold (Hazel), Ken (Agnes), and Gordon (Grace); and sisters-in-law Barbara and Betty.

Funeral Service was held Sunday, December 14, at the Sportex in Consort, Alberta. Officiating Clergy were Rev. Roger Kett and Catherine Stuart. Robbie Knight was the organist and special music was provided by the Knox United Church Choir and The Gilmers. A eulogy was given by Gordon Schetzsle and Joan Bakke. Hymns were “In The Garden” and “Old Rugged Cross.”

Pallbearers were Charles Mohr, Dwayne Howard, Jason Sansregret, Phil Barber, Len Day, and Ron Guenthner. Honorary Pallbearers were all of Earl’s extended family who cared and shared in his life.

Memorial tributes may be directed to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the New Brigden Community Club in the Consort Sportex. Masonic burial and committal service was held on Monday, December 15 at the Cophill Cemetery, Sedalia, Alberta.

MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.

Eulogy

by Gordon Schetzsle

Earl was born the son of Bill and Mildred Rumohr, in Cereal Hospital on November 13, 1926. He was the fourth of seven sons and had one sister.

In his late teens, he went to Salmon Arm, B.C., where he met and married Joyce. Earl lived a rich and happy life with his good wife, Joyce. They raised four devoted children, Dale, Wayne, Cheryle and Sheila, who awarded them with many adorable grandchildren.

They moved from the farm at Naco to Consort in 1952, where he became an active part of the community.

Through his life, Earl worked for many years. First he was employed at Syd’s Service at McFetridge Motors, where he also apprenticed and got his mechanic’s license.

Then he went to work for an oil company, which was Chieftain Mac, at that time; checking oil wells until he retired.

He served on town council for a number of years and was the Mayor for a number of years.

He also enjoyed dressing up in his red Santa suit, bringing joy to all the little ones in town and also other towns. Earl’s Shop was like Santa’s work shop where he made many little stools with children’s names cut in block letters, along with other things. He also loved to make gadgets, which he would bring over town to show people, feeling very proud.

Earl loved to stop and visit; you would find him on the street visiting just about any time.

I’ll miss his visits every day for coffee or just to tell stories at my shop – sometimes two or three times a day.

Earl loved sports, especially hockey. He was Consort Comets main goalie for many years, back when they used to use catalogues for shin pads.

Growing up with all those brothers was a rough and tumble life. At one time, he was run over by his brother, George, and lost an ear in the process. He often said anyone with two ears was a sissy!

He also said he was raised on a mixed farm at Naco – half clay and half gumbo.

Earl loved to fish and hunt. He loved to travel, visiting Australia and Alaska, where he made two trips hunting caribou.

He leaves behind many friends and family who will miss his dry sense of humor and ready smile.

His wonderful family has stood tirelessly by him throughout his long illness and they will sorrowfully miss their beloved father.

I will certainly miss my good friend.

May you Rest in Peace.

Eulogy

by Niece Joan Bakke

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Uncle Earl’s niece, Joan. I’m honored to be asked by his family to share some thoughts and stories about Uncle Earl and the person he was. Everyone gathered here today could probably share a memory or some laughter about one of the many tales he told. When my family lived in Naco and Earl and Joyce and their children were in Consort, we spent many weekends together when they dropped in for supper or a visit. I recall pictures of Christmas dinner with all of us gathered around the table in Naco. Sheila remembers her Dad going to work early on Christmas mornings so he could spend the rest of the day with his family. Later on, the family tried to be together during the holiday season as it was a special time of the year to him and he enjoyed when his children and grandchildren gathered together to celebrate.

There was always laughter when Uncle Earl was around. As he spun his tales, there would be a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. In the past six months, on one of my visits to see him in the Red Deer Hospital, he told me that my Dad, Gordon, could tell a better story than him and I replied that I thought that was a toss up, as his stories were just as big, or bigger!

He was very proud of his children and grandchildren and always told us of their accomplishments when we visited him and Joyce. I remember many camping and fishing trips when one or two grandchildren, then later great grandchildren, came tagging along with them.

He had a passion for hunting all his life. On one occasion, Earl and Gordon went out looking for antelope in Earl’s truck, when Earl remarked that the only bad part was you can’t chase them anymore – shortly after they spotted a herd of antelope and Earl took off after them at 60 miles an hour bouncing across the prairies. Gordon said, “I thought you couldn’t chase them anymore.” Earl replied, “That’s only if they don’t run”.

Many of you will remember his carpenter shop filled with wood and tools. Joyce recalled that he made 632 stools with a child’s name on it. Ten years ago, he had quit making them, but promptly made one for my niece in Texas when she was born on his birthday. He always had some new gadget to tinker with or try to solve the puzzle.

Along with his sense of humor, he had an incredible pain tolerance. When he lost his ear as a truck backed over him, Uncle George said, “Earl, your ear’s gone,” to which Earl replied, “Well, I’ve still got one,” as if it was no big deal. Recently he told a young child how he got in a fight with a pirate and he cut off his ear.

On one of his many hunting trips, packing into the mountains, the horse threw him off and broke three of his ribs. The rest of the group taped him up and three days later he was back out hunting, riding on the horse again.

Both Earl and Joyce loved people to drop in for a visit. They welcomed any member of the family or friends of theirs to stop in Consort or later in Stettler. They delighted in seeing the extended family.

Craig, a grandchild, recalls a road trip to North Dakota in grandpa’s blue car, which he took such good care of, stopping at all the Tim Horton’s along the way. That tradition continued in Stettler as they met friends each morning at Tim’s for coffee.

In the past seven months, even with Earl’s health deteriorating, he was determined to reach certain milestones. First was his and Joyce’s 60th Wedding Anniversary May 3, 2008, then Gordon and Bernice’s 50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration in Consort, followed by the wedding of his granddaughter, Gillian, in August of this year. He was able to attend each of these events. His last celebration was for his 82nd birthday in Hanna when he had cake with Joyce and some of the family. At his birthday, his humor continued when he asked my dad to get him a Hunting License, as he needed some kind of a license, being as they wouldn’t allow him a Driver’s License anymore.

As a nurse, I’ve learnt that life is very precious and you must live the moment and love the ones around you. Uncle Earl exemplified all of this. I know that he is now in a peaceful place, with a big fish in one hand and a deer with the largest horns you’ve ever seen with in his sight.

We Will All Miss Him.

Annemarie Sopracolle

(July 4, 1950 – Dec. 13, 2008)

Annemarie Sopracolle was born July 4, 1950 in Staufflach Tirol, Austria. She passed away December 13, 2008 in Goodsoil, SK.

Annemarie is survived by her six loving chldren, Anthony of Meadow Lake, Catherine (Greg) of Ottawa, Steven (Tye and Jadyn), David (Roxanne and Jarek), Jennifer (Troy, Cody, Carter and Jacey) of Consort, Trevor (Jan) of Red Deer.

A Memorial Service was held Saturday, December 20, 2008 at St. Boniface Roman Catholic Church in Goodsoil, SK. Officiating Clergy was Father Bob Stang. Euolgy was given by Martha Oxamitny. Urn bearer was Trevor Sopracolle. Honorary pallbearers were June Weber, Anne Stewart, Theresa Holba, Barbara Nachbaur, Dawn Marie Urlacher, Holly Bellisle, Tracy Selee.

The interment was at St. Boniface Roman Catholic Cemetery, Goodsoil, SK.

A time of sharing and fellowship was held at the Goodsoil Community Hall following the interment.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the charity of the donor’s choice.

Marshall’s Funeral Home, St. Walburg, Sask. in charge of arrangements.

Eulogy

By Martha Oxamitny

Annemarie Sopracolle (nee Heidegger) was called into eternal life on December 13, 2008 at her home in Goodsoil, SK. She was 58 years of age. Daughter of Josep and Maria. Annemarie was born on July 4, 1950 in Staufflach Tirol, Austria.

In the early 1970s, Annemarie met Oswald Sopracolle in Austria while he was visiting relatives in Steinach, the home town of his grandparents, adjacent to the home town of Annemarie. From that time on, Canada and all it had to offer, became very attractive for Annemarie. She emigrated and shortly after, they were married on December 21, 1974. Tony and Catherine, were joined by four siblings; Steven, David, Jennifer and Trevor.

Oswald’s work in the oilfield took the family from Goodsoil to Vilna and then to Consort and for semi-retirement, back to Goodsoil. Sadly, in the fall of 1997, Oswald was diagnosed with inoperable cancer. He died on April 4, 1998, at home, cared for by his wife Annemarie. Annemarie was also predeceased by her mother, Maria Heidegger on December 30, 1993.

Within the ten years given to Annemarie since her husband’s death, she experienced the joy of witnessing the marriage of three of their children and becoming Grandmother to five grandchildren (Cody, Jarek, Carter, Jadyn, Jacey). At the time of her death, she was looking forward to spending Christmas with all of them and later in the year gathering for David’s wedding in the spring.

May she rest in peace.

Maisie Ethel Hennan (Robinson)

(January 19, 1921 – December 15, 2008)

Maisie was born the only daughter to Willard and Matilda Robinson on January 19, 1921, sister to Lorence and Darvin. Maisie grew up on the family farm, now the home of Matthew and Lorna Robinson and family. She attended school at Silverdale and a year at Willowbrook, often walking or riding horseback. She enjoyed sports particularly basketball, being of above average height.

Maisie went to work in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Bill Wiese and for a farm family at Rimbey, before marrying Milton Hennan on November 24, 1941. Their marriage was a quiet ceremony held in the United Church manse attended by Winnie Hennan and Cecil Isaman. Maisie and Milton made their home on the farm of G. N. Johnson in the Broadview area, living there until they bought and moved to their own farm in the Loyalist district in 1951.

Maisie, like most farm wives, donned slacks and put a scarf over her hair and hauled grain in the harvest season and did what ever other farm chores needed doing. At the same time, delicious meals were served and a warm and hospitable home was maintained without a second thought. Maisie was active in the Loyalist Womens Institute, Knox United Church, and was a board member of the Consort Co-op. Piano lessons were given to neighbours’s children and she was a Loyalist WI Girls Club supervisor. She also was employed for a time at the Consort Co-op store before its closing. She then completed by correspondence a Medical Records Secretary course and began to work for Dr. Knight as Medical Records Secretary/Librarian until retiring.

Maisie and Milton moved into a home in Consort in 1975 and retired from farming several years later. Farm tours of Australia and New Zealand were enjoyed and resulted in several couples from “down under” visiting them in Consort. Motorhome vacations around Alberta were enjoyed and a Carribean Cruise with Consort friends. Annual trips were made to Toronto to delight in the company of their grandchildren. They resided in their Consort home with Maisie enjoying her passion of gardening until Milton’s passing in 1999. Alzheimers had taken its toll by that time and Maisie moved into the Consort Hospital before going to Rosehaven Care Centre in 2000 and ultimately Bethany Meadows, Camrose. Maisie passed away peacefully on December 15, 2008.

She is lovingly remembered by her son Wendell, daughter-in-law Jean, granddaughters Kathryn and Colleen and grandsons, Andrew and James. Maisie was pre-deceased by her parents, brothers Lorence and Darvin, and her husband Milton and a still born daughter, Lois Marie.

Memorial contributions may be made if desired in Maisie’s name to Alzheimer Society of Alberta and Northwest Territories, Red Deer and Central Alberta Chapter, #101- 4805 – 48 Ave., Red Deer AB T4N 3T2. Tel: (403) 346-2540, Fax: (403 )342-0448, E-mail:reddeer1@ alzheimer.ab.ca

Wilma Klumpenhower

(April 27, 1941 – Dec. 16, 2008)

Wilma was born on April 27, 1941 as the twelfth sibling in a family of thirteen. She was born suffering from Spina Bifida, which often leaves people quite crippled. Wilma survived that difficult entrance into the world with only a few remaining effects such as not having the total use of her right hand, poor balance, and eye problems. Life has been full of medical struggles but she lived for sixty seven years.

In 1962, on her twenty first birthday, she married Ben Klumpenhower and together they had 46 years of marriage, three kids, ten grandchildren, and one great grandchild.

Wilma was a true lady of faith; her medical struggles in life drew her close to God and she knew Him as her personal friend as well as her Lord and Saviour. Wilma and Ben heard God’s calling them into ministry so in 1980 they sold their home, gave up their financial security and took their family to go for Bible College studies. Since then they spent their days reaching out and teaching others about God. It was always Wilma’s deep desire that people might be able to learn that God is real, and not just a religion, by looking at her life.

In 2004 cancer hit her health but she survived it. Then when it reoccurred this year the only treatment that could be offered was the bone-marrow transplant which she did not survive.

Wilma will be greatly missed by her husband and children and all the surviving siblings and in-laws. She was not to hold her grandchild number ten in her arms but she told Carol Ann that she already saw the baby in different stages of life. The Lord in His grace gave her an ability to see such a vision before she left this earth. We take great comfort knowing that she is not dead for God is a God of the living and she is alive and well in His presence. Only the body had died until resurrection day.

Wilma leaves to mourn her passing, her loving husband Ben of Consort, three children, Cathy (Steve) Skory of High River, Benson (Sue) Klumpenhower of Calgary, and Carol Ann (Jason) Kiriaka of High River; ten grandchildren; one great-grandchild; three brothers and three sisters; as well as numerous nieces, nephews other relatives and a host of very dear friends.

A celebration of Wilma’s life took place at the Christian Reformed Church, High River, Alberta on Monday, December 22nd, 2008 at 2:00 P.M. Officiating was Pastor Darrel Durksen of the Veteran Full Gospel Church. Pat Durksen played the piano and Lois Ritz played the violin; the processional hymn was “My Tribute” and the congregational hymns were “Footsteps Of Jesus”, “What A Friend We Have In Jesus” and “How Great Thou Art”. The eulogy was given by Wilma’s husband Ben Klumpenhower and a very touching tribute was presented by Wilma’s son Benson Klumpenhower. Special words were given by Cliff Pedersen, Mission Director. The interment was held at the High River Cemetery, High River, Alberta following the funeral service. Active Pallbearers were Benson Klumpenhower, Steve Skory, Gerrit Klumpenhower, Curtis Enns, Jason Kiriaka and Derek Enns. A luncheon followed in the Fellowship Hall of the church prepared and served by the Church Ladies.

A memorial service was held at the Consort Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta on Sunday, December 28, 2008 at 3:00 P.M. Officiating was Pastor Darrel Durksen of the Veteran Full Gospel Church. Many musicians were present to play for the songs recited in Wilma’s memory. The eulogy was given by Wilma’s husband Ben Klumpenhower and a very touching tribute was presented by Wilma’s son Benson Klumpenhower. Special words were given by Cliff Pedersen, Mission Director. A luncheon followed, prepared and served by the community and the Veteran Full Gospel Church Ladies.

If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Wilma’s memory to The Gideons, Box 802, Stettler, Alberta, T0C 2L0 or to The Canadian Cancer Society, 200-325 Manning Rd. NE, Calgary, Alberta, T2E 2P5.

Coronation Funeral Home was entrusted with funeral arrangements.

DONALD BERTRAM MILITZ

(December 23, 2008)

Don Militz of Sherwood Park, passed away on December 23rd at the age of 73.

He will be lovingly remembered by his wife, Barb, children, Wendy, Lori and Adam; step-children Roddy and Lynnie; sister Betty Wilson, brothers Clarence (Marilyn), Edmonton and Dennis, Mannville, as well as eight grandchildren and many other family and friends. He was pre-deceased by his parents and step-son, Perry.

The funeral was held Saturday, January 3rd at Glen- wood Funeral Home, Sherwood Park.

Donald Militz was the eldest of Alfred and Pearl (Hooper) Militz’s four children and was raised at Mannville where they lived for many years. In the early years, his father, Alfred, lived in the Consort area, as did Pearl Hooper who, as a young girl worked at the Enterprise. Alfred and his sister, Dora Militz homesteaded in the Little Gap district at the foot of the hills and named their place “The Alpine Ranch”. After Dora’s marriage to Harold Scott in December 1919, the land was sold and Alfred lived in Consort and later in the Vermilion/Mannville areas.

A few years ago, Donald had a heart transplant, which was never very successful and he was in and out of hospital on a regular basis. He had just come home from several weeks in hospital, when his death occurred.

Loyal Theodore Schooler

(March 25, 1918-Dec. 18, 2008)

Loyal Theodore Schooler passed away December 18, 2008 at the Consort Hospital at the age of 90 years.

He is survived by his loving children (Bev) Schooler, Drumheller, Shirley (Daniel) Mohl, Hanna, Robert (Judy) Schooler, Lethbridge, Karen (Murray Wolfe) Kropinske, Edmonton and Fred (Wendy) Schooler, at home; as well as 13 grandchildren Brad (Pam) Schooler, Dawn Schooler and Heather (Rob) Pelz: David (Kris) Mohl, Audra (Darcy) Limpert, Kristine (Murray) Orr, Jay Mohl; Marcy Plunkett, Blair Kropinske; Tracy (Sean) Schooler, Sandra Vonk , Eric and David (Nikki) Comeau and 15 great grandchildren, Brent Schooler, Karly Schooler, Sawyer Pelz, Nicolas Pelz, Michelle Mohl, Kyle Mohl, Devon Limpert, Bryce Limpert, Nathan Limpert, Ryan Orr, Chad Orr, Jeffery Orr, Kathryn Schooler, Elizebeth Vonk and Allison Vonk. Loyal is survived by two sisters Veva (Frank) Campbell, Vivian (Martin) Hovdebe and numerous nieces and nephews. He is also survived by 6 in-law brothers and sisters – Muriel Isaman , Jean (Ted) Deagle, Eileen (Bob) Hobbs, Preston (Irene) Kelts, Arley (Avonne) Kelts, Lorna (Gil) Roth, many loved nieces and nephews, neighbors and friends.

Loyal was predeceased by his wife Viola, son Donald, son-in-law Ernie, parents Fred and Nellie Schooler, in- law parents Marion and Ethel Kelts as well as three sisters, four brothers, two sister-in-laws and two brother-in-laws.

Loyal was born on March 25,1918, was adopted by Fred and Nellie Schooler of Consort and grew up on the homestead with short times spent in South Dakota and Missouri when his folks returned there to work and care for family. Loyal attended school at Silver Beach School and in the U.S. when the family lived there. He helped his Dad with raising horses, cattle, grain and also worked for many in the surrounding area.

Loyal started working for Marion Kelts in 1935 where he met the love of his life. He and Viola were married on August 8,1938 and lived up in the hills in a tar papered shack with rented land. In 1942 Loyal purchased the present home place with three quarters of land and went on to enlarge his holdings and built a lovely new home there. Loyal farmed and raised cattle all his life until his health declined. He was in long term care in Consort since March 2006.

A highlight of Loyal’s life was when Gil was able to trace his birth family in 1995. This led to finding a family of ten siblings, nine still surviving. His birth mother Phoebe (McQuitty) Johnson, passed away in 1986. A trip was made to Grande Prairie and Sexsmith where Loyal and Viola met many of the sisters and brothers and their offspring. Loyal had been an only child and was delighted to find himself one of a large family. Loyal became very close to many of them.

Loyal and Viola enjoyed 64 years of marriage and raised five children. Theirs was an equal partnership with Viola helping with the farm work and Loyal helping in the home. They enjoyed camping in their motor home and went on several holiday trips as well. The last few years were difficult when Viola became ill but Loyal was always by her side.

Loyal loved music and was very proficient on guitar and violin, singing along with sons and daughters. He enjoyed many jam sessions with family and friends and even in the last few years enjoyed listening to others play his kind of music. Loyal was also a very loving (sometimes mischievous) grandfather and great-grandfather, enjoyed all the little ones – he was quite taken with the last two born in February and April. Some grandchildren remember Grandpa always having treats in his shirt pocket for them to get after a hug, and kittens being snuck in (when Grandma was busy with other things) for them to play with for a few minutes. Others remember incidents using the radio to pass on private messages for all to hear!! Loyal was a faithful friend and neighbor, helping others when he could.

We know that many of you will have your own memories, but we – the family – remember Dad-Grandpa as a hard worker but fun loving and full of humor, very supportive and showing us his pride in our accomplishments. We love you and we will miss you DAD & GRANDPA.

The above tribute was given by David and Jay Mohl at the funeral service held December 23, 2008 at the Consort Sportex Hall with Rev. Sandy Macpherson officiating. A Christmas Poem (My First Christmas in Heaven) was read by Audra Limpert. People entered the service to Stacy DeVos playing piano. Special music by Pat and Charlotte Gilmer and Dave and Sheila Robinson was performed in honor of Loyal.

Active pallbearers were Bob Hedley, Miles White, Lorence Isaman, Keith Wittmack, Rick Kelts, Dale Kroeger. Honorary pallbearers were all of Loyal’s Friends and Neighbors. Interment will take place at the Lakeroad Cemetery in the spring.

A time of fellowship and visiting was held at the Sportex hall following the service. Lunch was served by friends and neighbors of the community.

If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Loyal’s memory to The Consort Hospital Auxiliary, c/o Myrna MacArthur, Box 244, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0.

Coronation Funeral Home was entrusted with funeral arrangements.