2011 Obituaries

Emelia Formanek

(Nov. 10, 1932-Jan. 21, 2011)

Emelia Formanek was born November 10, 1932 at the family farm north of Altario. She was the oldest of nine children born to Henry and Pauline Miller. Emelia passed away January 21, 2011 at Consort Hospital and Care Centre with her family by her side.

Emelia went to school at Blarney and later worked in Macklin and Consort Hospitals as cooks assistant. She really enjoyed working in Consort Hospital with her cousin Emma, Barbara Kohlman and Irene (Kurek) Kelts. Every time Irene and she would see each other they would reminisce about their hospital working days. She commented when she was in the hospital that it seemed like it was only yesterday that she was working with Irene and now Irene’s granddaughter Julie is one of her nurses.

Emelia married Pete Formanek on June 22, 1957. They had the first Saturday wedding in the Altario district as traditionally it was always on Tuesdays. They had three children son Greg, daughters Darlene and Michelle.

Emelia had a deep faith in God and this helped her in the last few trying years. She often said the congregation in Consort was like a second family. She always had a hello, handshake or hug for everyone as they came in while sitting in her wheelchair behind the last pew. Her kids often teased her that she was the Walmart greeter of the church.

Emelia loved farm life and if it came to a choice between milking cows and doing dishes, milking cows won every time. She loved working in her huge garden and always looked forward to the new potatoes and fresh lettuce.

Emelia loved to cook, bake and loved the fall canning. She kept up the tradition of making all the German dishes her Mother taught her. It always had to be Five Roses flour for baking; she said it was the best. She collected cookbooks and history books and was a very avid reader. If she was watching TV or listening to the chuck-wagons on the radio she would always have a circle a word book in her hand. Emelia was known as “the egg lady” of Consort where her many customers who she delivered eggs to became her friends. Thursday was “egg day” in good weather or bad they were always delivered.

Emelia was always there to support her “kids” as she always said “these are my kids” when introducing them. She was there to listen, lend a shoulder or give praise when we did something well (or sometimes not so well, but thought we needed the praise anyway). The girls got a phone call to see how their day went, and she was always there with advice or as a sounding board for the farm for Greg. She made sure her kids knew how to take care of themselves and gave them the guidance they needed.

Emelia is survived by her three children Greg, Darlene and Michelle; her sister Rose Cromwell (Larry), brothers Jack (Mabel) Miller, Herman (Linda) Miller, Ray Miller, Pete (Ruby) Miller and Con (Marcella) Miller; her sisters-in-law Shirley Miller and Kate Bosh as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

Predeceased by husband Pete, mother and father Pauline and Henry Miller, mother-in-law and father-in-law Katherine and John Formanek; brothers Alex Miller and George Miller, sisters-in-law Elsie Miller, Annie (Jack) Dickeson, brothers-in-law Murray Cromwell, Mike Bosh, Joe Formanek and Frank (Anne) Formanek.

The funeral service was held January 27, 2011 with Father John Hesse officiating. Honorary Pallbearers were all of Emelia’s family and friends. Internment will take place at a later date.

Gregory’s Funeral Home was entrusted with the arrangements. Donations may be made to Alberta Heart and Stroke

Foundation, 10985 – 124 Street, Edmonton, AB. T5M 0H9 or Corpus Christi Catholic Church Cemetery Fund, Box 541, Consort, AB. T0C 1B0.

MAY PAULSON

(Nov. 18, 1919 – Feb. 4, 2011)

May Paulson (nee Wraight) passed away February 4, 2011 at Langley, B.C. at the age of 91. She was born November 18, 1919 on the farm north of Veteran and got her schooling in Veteran. She later worked at the Holy Cross Hospital in Calgary before marrying Bill Paulson of Veteran in 1941. As he was in the Army, they lived in Hamilton, Ontario until he went overseas. After his return in 1945, they made their home in Surrey and Langley, B.C.

May was predeceased by her husband, Bill, in 1987, also one daughter, Shirley, two brothers and a sister, and one infant great-grandson.

She is survived by her son and daughter-in-law, Don and Ruth Paulson and four grandchildren, seven great grandchildren and one great great grandson; also three sisters in B.C. and brother, Tom Wraight of Coronation. There are also several nieces and nephews left to mourn in B.C. and Alberta.

The funeral was held Friday, February 11th in Langley, B.C.

JOYCE BOOTH

(Feb. 21, 1924 – Feb. 21, 2011)

Joyce Miriam (Hessel- grave) Booth passed away February 21st on her 87th birthday, at Lacombe, Alberta.

Joyce was born in 1924 in Irricana where she attended school. She graduated from the Hollingshead Business College before working at Good Year Tire in Calgary. She married John Francis (Jack) Booth in 1946 and resided in Consort, where she was employed at the Co-op Store, while John purchased the trucking business from L.W. Robinson in April of 1947. In March of 1950, they moved to Irricana where they owned and operated Booth’s General Store for nine years. Joyce served as Councillor and was appointed Mayor for the Village for one term. She was an active member of the Beiseker Rebekah Lodge and worked for the Royal Bank of Canada in Beiseker, retiring in 1982. In 1995, Joyce relocated to Airdrie and spent her retirement years happily with friends, travelling, bowling and playing bridge. She remained an active memberof the KJK Seniors Club.

Joyce was a devoted mother to Sheila (Lorne Cannon) and Shirley (George Boyack); a proud grandmother of Jamie, JoAnne, Stuart and Lorne; and a great grandmother to Layla. She is survived by her sister, Sheila Shortt, brother Ted (Joan) Hesselgrave, and brother-in-law, Rex (Marguerite) Booth. Joyce was predeceased by her husband, Jack in 1983 and her mother, Ethel Hesselgrave in 1997.

Funeral services were held at Foster’s Garden Chapel in Calgary on Monday, February 28th at 10 a.m.

Wilma Kathleen McCordick Newsham

(Jan. 16, 1920 – Feb. 16, 2011)

Wilma was born to Leslie and May (Thomas) McCordick on January 16, 1920 in North Battleford, Saskatchewan. The family was extremely close. Everyone was given a nickname. May was not going to allow a beautiful Irish name like Kathleen to be altered, so she gave her baby girl Wilma as a first name and Kathleen as a middle name. However, Irish unpredictability won. Wilma was never given a nickname; Wilma stuck.

Wilma’s father was a grain agent so they lived in several towns in Alberta and Saskatchewan: Speers, SK, Dundern, SK, High Prairie, AB and Wembley, AB.

Wilma’s grandparents were Irish immigrants who homesteaded on the land that is now Saskatoon’s Exhibition Grounds. While poor, Wilma’s relatives paid for her to attend the Misericordia Hospital Nursing School in Edmonton. Wilma was the first family member to obtain post secondary education.

She had a love/hate relationship with Sister Christine, the head instructor. Wilma said she got away with murder because she was the only Protestant student. Wilma received the top award from the Sisters of the Misericordia: the General Proficiency Award. She also won a scholarship for one year of postgraduate education at the Montreal Neurological Institute, where the famous neurologist, William Penfield worked.

After Montreal, Wilma returned to Saskatoon where she cared for her ailing aunt who had been instrumental in Wilma attending nursing school.

Wilma’s first nursing position was in Pouce Coupe, British Columbia. When she worked nights there, she was responsible for 83 inpatients and stoking the fire.

To support the war effort, Wilma was eager to work overseas. She wore glasses so her application was rejected in Edmonton and then Toronto. By bribing an official in Vancouver, she was accepted and sent to London, England.

When Wilma returned to Canada she attended the University of Alberta where she obtained a Diploma in Public Health Nursing in 1946. She then worked in Battle River, now Manning. She rode horseback and visited native and Métis Settlements.

Wilma worked as a Public Health Nurse in several communities: Rocky Mountain House, Vegreville, Stettler and Consort. She encouraged many young women to enter the field of nursing. She retired in 1975. However, she didn’t forget that she was a nurse. While living in the Consort Hospital, she would join nurses in their break room or at the nursing desk.

Wilma met her husband Jack in Rocky Mountain House. He ran the hotel there. They were married on Valentine’s Day in 1950 and had one son, Kenneth Leslie, in 1952. The family enjoyed their summer vacations at Buffalo Lake. Wilma and Jack had a memorable trip to France. When they first retired they were snowbirds in Green Valley, Arizona and later in Oceanside, California. Jack passed away in 1990. After that Wilma spent winters in Apache Junction, Arizona.

Wilma was an avid reader. She and Grace, her next door neighbour, shared books. Wilma earned a lifetime library card to borrow books from the Consort Library in appreciation for the work she did there.

Wilma was a sportswoman. She curled and golfed. The last year she golfed, she completed 86 nine hole rounds, with her friends, Emelia, Jean and Shirley. The last few years they used the cart that Miles White loaned to them.

Wilma loved dogs and had several. Her last dog was a black lab/rotweiller cross named Buddy. When she became too frail to walk Buddy, he followed Wilma’s car as she drove up and down the streets of Consort.

She loved to knit, crochet and sew. She had a saying; “There are three things that you cannot borrow from me: 1. My husband, 2. My toothbrush, and 3. My sewing machine.” Wilma loved to bake bread and buns. She made excellent marmalade, fudge, pickles, French onion soup and Yorkshire pudding. She also enjoyed gardening, especially growing tomatoes. She and Mrs. Kroeger, her next door neighbour, had a great rivalry over many things: Bingo, cards, tomatoes, and crossword puzzles.

Wilma enjoyed working in the New To You shop on Main Street. She also enjoyed searching flea markets for interesting pieces of china.

Wilma was very independent. She continued to drive to and from Arizona into her mid-eighties. To prepare to renew her driver’s licence, she memorized the eye chart because she was concerned that she would not pass the test. When she was told she could no longer drive her car, she threatened to buy a motor cycle. Instead she commandeered the lodge’s golf cart so she could run errands at the bank and drugstore and get her hair done. Another resident caught on but would not plug the cart in to recharge. She was none too happy with this!

Wilma was a character! Her kindness, intelligence, wit, determination and quiet generosity will be missed!

Eulogy

by Carole Heatherington

We are here to celebrate the life and share memories of Wilma Newsham. Thank-you Ken and Christine for the privilege of sharing Wilma‘s memories! She was born Jan. 16, 1920 in North Battleford, Saskatchwan. Her parents, Leslie and May McCordick were also parents to a younger brother, Robert, who passed away early in his life.

Wilma’s extended family were very poor and of good Irish stock, she claimed if they couldn’t start a fight at a funeral or wedding, they would fight among themselves. They were generous people as they helped finance Wilma’s nursing education. She was the first McCordick to obtain secondary education. She was very proud to win a year of Post Grad Education in Montreal and have the famous neurologist, Willam Penfield as a mentor. Family crisis brought her back to Saskatoon to care for her aunt who had sponsored her. Pouce Coupe was her first nursing position and I don’t remember her having anything good to say about that Northern Outpost.

World War Two had broken out by this time and Poland, Norway, Finland, Denmark, Holland, Belgium and Luxembourg were already under siege of Germ Churchill had proclaimed “We will fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender.” Wilma knew she had to go! After being rejected in Edmonton and Toronto, for vision impairment, Wilma used her financial and mental resources to convince an official she could so, see! Good enough to go overseas, anyway. She was able to nurse in London, England and I do believe she told me she worked at the St. Mary’s Hospital in London. Penicillin was not in use yet, Wilma said, “Cleanliness was our only defence against infection.” Back in Alberta she attended U. of A. to obtain her Public Health Degree in 1946. Wilma worked among the native and Métis communities near Manning.

Her Community Health services took her to Rocky Mountain House, Vegreville, Stettler and Consort. While in Rocky Mountain House she met the Hotel Manager, Jack, and married him. Jack and Wilma were married in 1950. Kenny completed their family

in 1952. Momma Newsham often referred to Ken as My Kenny.

Momma was an avid curler! Granny Osinchuck, Vicky Schafer, Joyce Tainsh and myself often made up a rink, depending on who could get away for the weekend. We curled in Compeer, Coronation and New Brigden. New Brigden was our favourite, maybe because they put us on early in the morning and late at night! They really should have straightened the old road south of Monitor years ago. Momma Newsham always drove because she was responsible for us girls. We didn’t always go around all those curves in the road. When we got to the top of Monitor hill and could see the lights of Consort, it was time for Granny O to bring out the rum! We took our curling seriously; when we were on the ice, Momma would pull out her pack of Players, take out a cigarette, tap it on the box, give you the Look and walk down the ice to skip. You knew your shots had better be good or else. There was one game Mrs. Newsham was very proud of. We laid a lickin’ on Shirley McClellan, our MLA at the time.

Jack and Wilma enjoyed several winters at Oceanside, California. They had an apartment there and many good friends. After Jack passed away in September of 1990, Momma Newsham wintered

in Apache Junction where many of her Consort and area friends gathered. We all said a prayer for Wilma when she got behind the wheel of her Buick and headed it south.

She loved to golf and visit flea markets while she enjoyed the fine weather of Arizona. Wilma appreciated fine bone china and often brought home gifts of rare pieces. She had a beautiful set of Petite Point China that was her Mom’s and often hosted dinner parties using it. Wilma could entertain with the ease of a pro. She was always elegant and never appeared hurried as she served her guests. The Newsham’s hosted some of the most fun parties in town. On New Years Day she would invite friends over for a Come as You Are Party. There were people in pretty pj’s with hair in curlers, bare feet, housecoats and party hats. . . Lots of laughter about who came the worse for ware.

Wilma Newsham was very good to Gord and I, and our family. On special occasions she would refer to Gordon as son. She cared for our children as much as if they were her own. I don’t know if you remember Joan but she always had something going on. Momma was the one they ran to when ‘poor little Joannie’ stepped into a bed of cactus. Wes had an episode with back spasms and she was there to consol him. Momma Newsham was Twighla’s advocate when she wanted her ears pierced; they figured out the pros and cons, and any argument that would come from us.

Twighla has cared for Mrs. Newsham as a home care nurse, and this past two summers, Rachel (Twighla’s daughter) has helped at the hospital and made friends with Momma. We have lost a wonderful old friend.

Take care of Momma!

Eulogy

by Grace Wiest

Wilma had three main loves in her life, Jack, Ken and her third great love was nursing. She took her training at the Misericordia Hospital in Edmonton and after doing hospital work for a few years, she went back to University and took her Public Health Nursing. She loved being a nurse, and has donated her uniforms and other memorabilia to the Consort Hospital museum at Sortland’s. Even as Wilma’s mind began to change and many things were forgotten, she could sit and talk for hours about the teaching sisters, especially Sister Christine, and how nursing has changed. One of the things she mentioned was that there was no way to tell the nurses from the cleaning staff as they all were dressed alike and what she knew sister would have a lot to say about that and what had to be done when she was nursing. Even after she became a resident in the extended care at our hospital, there were times when still believed she was a nurse and on duty. The girls on a number of occasions would find her hurrying to help them in the emergency room.

Many memories of Wilma come from the years she was the Public Health Nurse and her helpful visits after the kids were born. She was a very caring nurse and my children never knew they had even been given a needle. She was also determined about getting the job done. I remember an occasion when she had come to the school to give my Grade 5 girls their vaccinations for German measles. That particular Class, which our daughter was one of, decided to pull the hysterics bit, hoping they would not have to get the shots. Wilma came to the classroom and asked if I would come and help her and while I held the girls on my knee and kept their arm still she gave them the shot. When it was over the girls had no idea why they had fussed because they hadn’t felt a thing.

Many memories of Wilma are from the curling days, she was an avid curler and gave many of us a lesson on how to play the game. Even after they had retired and were spending the winters in the States, we always knew they would be home in time for Wilma to curl in the Ladies bonspiel

Wilma also enjoyed golfing and during the summers at home and the winters in California and at Apache Junction, she golfed as often as she could – every day unless it was rainy and miserable. She enjoyed the game as a way of getting out with her friends and getting fresh air and exercise. Later when walking distances became a problem, she enjoyed riding on the cart and continued to enjoy the game until her eyesight failed her. The last year Wilma golfed she had completed 86 nine-hole rounds with friends Emelia, Jean and Shirley.

Wilma also enjoyed swimming and was part of the daybreak dippers at the local pool for many years.

Her leisure activities included reading, playing bingo on Wednesday nights, and Tuesday night poker night with Shirley Zwagerman, Polsons and Deagles. The occasional bus trip to visit the Canadian casinos was also enjoyed.

When Ken took on the job of driving school bus, Wilma got her license, and shared the job with Ken for a number of years. As I was stll working full time, we didn’t see much of each other, but when June rolled around either Wilma or Jack would be watching when I came home from school to give me the daily count down to the last day of school.

Wilma was a very kind and considerate neighbor. She loved to plant her garden and she always grew a big crop of tomatoes; we got to enjoy the new potatoes and ripe tomatoes. When our children had left home and we were spending a month of the summer in Manitoba, she would let me know early that she would look after the flowers, lawn and the cat. Wilma and our cat had many stand-offs over the years, and she dubbed it “the cat with the attitude”.

She love animals, bringing food scraps to our dogs and when they got their Black Lab, Buddy, he truly became her buddy. Buddy got his daily walk, both of them walking until she couldn’t do distances any more – most of us will remember Wilma’s car driving slowly down the access road and Buddy running beside it. The winter trips to the States were looked forward to and carefully planned, so the day’s travel wasn’t too long and there was time to enjoy the Casinos both going down and coming home. Even after Jack’s passing, Wilma continued to drive down each year; unfortunately bad experiences on both ends of a trip made her realize she couldn’t do it anymore.

It bothered her when she was told she could no longer drive and she no longer had her car and Ken, as upset as she wanted you to believe she was with you, she knew she couldn’t drive any longer. On one trip home from the optometrist in Oyen, after the Doctor had explained to me where her vision was at, she kept suggesting that she could drive if I was tired, when I called her bluff and told her I might do that, she got that mischievous gleam in her eyes and told me she thought I would regret it, because she could only see the road right in front of the car and even then couldn’t really tell me what she was seeing. But I wasn’t to tell you.

As her mind and body became more fragile we enjoyed many visits, she still recognized me whenever I visited her and could usually remember that Ken had been there. Even last Monday when I went to sit with her, Wilma’s eyes lit up and she nodded and said my name when I asked if she knew me.

Wilma was a very private person, but she was there for me when my mother died and I was by myself as Ralph was away working. As the years went by and she needed some support, it was my pleasure to get to know her better, to let her know she could count on us and to be there for her. I considered her to be a very special person and friend.

Good-bye my friend – rest.

Donald Keith Conway

(March 14, 1941-Feb. 17, 2011)

Don was born in Viking to Viola (Nelson) and Keith Conway. He grew up and attended school in Veteran and Consort, spending lots of time on the Conway family farm, then graduated from Consort High School. Dad achieved an Honor diploma in Radio and Electronic Technology at S.A.I.T and worked as the Accounting Machine Field Repair Manager for Bourrghs Business Machines – the 2nd largest in the world, eventually absorbed by IBM. Dad then continued his education, receiving a diploma in Instrumentation at Taylor Instruments in Rochester, New York, a course on Gas Plant Operating thru Petroleum Industry Training, Gas Plant Operator Diploma at P.I.T.T.S in Edmonton and Class Four Engineer Steam Ticket at N.A.I.T and his Journeymanship in Instrumentation. He used his expertise to land very good jobs, employed by the Oil/Gas Industry in plant and field maintenance, operating, instrumentation for Hudson Bay, Dome Petroleum in Caroline, Garrington, Sylvan Lake, Libya and Zama Pine. He started working in this industry in 1964, and developed his own company in 1978.

He also completed a number of agriculture courses at Olds College in combining, cereals and crops, animal health and nutrition and many safety certificates. Around 1967 Dad expanded their workload to owning some commercial cattle. This developed into one of his loves in life – Purebred Red Angus cattle and was instrumental in bringing some of the first Red Angus cattle to Canada. He held positions and was active on the Red Angus Promotional Society, Alberta Angus Association and the Canadian Angus Association. He helped develop a Bull Test and Sale in Strathmore called the Canadian Reds which was successful for many years.

Dad took his family on many wonderful holidays, his love in life was his grandkids, his own children, fishing, sail ships, history, antiques, tractor and aircraft museums, orchids, reading, wildlife and curling.

Dad was a tall, strong, gentleman full of heart and compassion that could do or fix anything – Most importantly he taught us the important things in life, honesty, respect, integrity, the value of a friend, love and kindness and to always have pride in what you do. He helped us with all our journeys in life and how to stand on our own two feet, but if we stumbled he was there to catch us. We will dearly miss him, his hugs, holding his hand and the strength he possessed as he was taken from us too early in life.

We are proud to call you Dad.

Love, your Family

Jeffrey Scott Kreiser

(May 7, 1967 – March 9, 2011)

Jeffrey Scott Kreiser was born in Hanna, Alberta, on May 7, 1967, the third child of Brian and Eleanor Kreiser. He died at Las Vegas, Nevada on March 9, 2011, at the age of 43. Jeff lived at Youngstown for his entire life.

Being one of a family of five, and with lots of kids in town to play with, Jeff had a great time riding bikes, building forts, and so on. He camped with his family and friends, belonged to 4-H, attended Sunday School, and went to Plover Lake Bible Camp. In 1974 our first dog, Rastus, wormed his way into our family and our hearts. Jeff’s love of animals continued the rest of his life, and he left us his special friend Patty for us to love and care for.

Jeff played all the usual team sports, hockey, ball, and basketball during his school years and also enjoyed camping, hunting and fishing. He played hockey with the Youngstown Warriors and skidooed in the winter and boated in the summer.

Jeff loved to learn. He took grades 1-12 at Youngstown School, graduating in 1985. He attended SAIT, achieving a diploma in Chemical Engineering Technology and his 4th Class Power Engineering.

For many years Jeff worked in the oil and gas industry, and received his 20-year award from Canadian Natural Resources Limited in 2010, where he worked as a Field Operator. He also went into the farming business with his parents, and recently enjoyed gardening and tending his greenhouse. Over the years he travelled to Mexico, Australia, South East Asia, Hawaii and the Caribbean.

Jeff’s passion has been car racing for the past number of years and he has attended several races in Talladega and Las Vegas. It was on the 7th yearly trip to Las Vegas that Jeff suffered the stroke and he died in Valley Hospital, with family by his side.

Jeffrey was predeceased by his grandparents Joe and Agnes Kreiser and Joy and Eleanor Kleven. Left to mourn his loss are his parents, Brian and Eleanor Kreiser, Brothers Dean (Vicky), Rockhampton, Australia, Myles (Kandie), Sherwood Park, Barry (Lana), Didsbury, and Robin (Blair) Daigle, Calgary. He is also survived by nephews Scott, Patrick, and Simon Kreiser, nieces Grace Kreiser and Grace Daigle, and Kandie’s daughters Holley and Stephanie Kroonen and their children, Darian, Kalysten and Keyaira.

Funeral services were held on Saturday, March 19, 2011 at 4:00 P.M. at the Youngstown Community Hall, Youngstown, Alberta. Memorial donations may be made in Jeff’s honor to The Youngstown & District Community Centre, Box 4, Youngstown, AB, T0J 3P0 or to a charity of the donor’s choice. Condolences can be e-mailed to the family at corofuneralhome@ xplornet.com.

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home Ltd. entrusted with arrangements.

Dave Gould

(Nov. 17, 1954-March 17, 2011)

David Arthur Gould was born November 17, 1954 in Consort, Alberta. He was the sixth of seven children born to Ken and Joyce Gould. Joyce commented that Ken carried Dave for so long that she didn’t think he would ever learn to walk. Little Davey spent many hours in the arms of his father as they ventured around the farm yard, thus beginning his mentorship in mechanical expertise.

Another influential person in his life was the king of the wild frontier, Davy Crocket. In his preschool years little Davy was often heard singing “Davy, Davy Crocket”, while sporting his very own coonskin hat. During his junior high days, he was talked into running for carnival queen. While being pulled around the ice on display as second runner up, one suspicious contestant pulled the long brunette wig off of his head!

Dave was an honour student and a strong contender in school sports. He was undoubtedly one of the few students to have two siblings as teachers and a mother for a substitute teacher. He graduated from Consort School in 1973 and following high school, attended SAIT where he earned his steam engineering ticket. On one occasion he was accused of cheating on an exam when a teacher found that a long answer response was written word for word as in the text book. Dave re-wrote the exam under supervision and proceeded to answer the question exactly as he had before, thus proving his innocence; he received an apology from the instructor.

Dave worked as a steam engineer long enough to pay off his student loan and then followed his heart back to the family farm. In the winter of 1976 he attended Olds College, taking one semester of Agriculture Mechanics. He commented that he learned far more from his Dad than he did in the classroom. In his bachelor days, Dave enjoyed curling, trips to the Grey Cup, and season’s tickets to the Edmonton Eskimos. He remained a loyal Oilers and Blue Jays fan for years.

In 1982, following a three year courtship, Dave married his soul mate and life partner Maureen Kelts. They were blessed with three children: daughters Julie Marie in 1984 and Lori Ann in 1986, and son Craig David in 1991.

Dave took up team roping and won most improved heeler. He served as a UFA delegate for ten years, was a member of a marketing club and was one of the original members of the Steer a Year Club. During the mid-eighties Dave, Maureen, little Julie and baby Lori would load into the old motorhome and be off to the quarter horse races. One year they even watched a horse of their own compete.

In 1981 J Anchor J Farms was incorporated by Dave and his brother Jack. Dave possessed strong administrative and mechanical skills coupled with determination and a responsible work ethic. Over the years these qualities proved to be highly beneficial to the company. If Jack was the J in J anchor J, Dave was surely the anchor. He was like the cavalry riding over the hill: when anything went wrong, Dave would come to the rescue. Little Lori once commented, “Don’t worry, Daddy will think and think and figure it all out”.

During the years J Anchor J operated a custom feedlot, Dave delved into computer courses to acquire the bookkeeping skills and managerial software required to run a 2500 head feedlot. He developed an expertise for ration adjustment and animal health. He spent many hours in subzero weather checking calves on his trusty horse named Bud. They worked together so long, it seemed as if they could read each other’s minds. They would enter a pen and Bud would look back at Dave as if to say, “What do you think? Should we pull that one in the corner?” One customer commented that Dave monitored his custom calves more meticulously than the owner would have himself. Often clients would call Dave to pick his brain or seek his advice. He was respected by his father in-law and friend, Bud Kelts. They spent countless hours sitting around the kitchen table, “farming”.

Dave’s favourite meal was a good old fashioned hamburger. It didn’t matter if he was frequenting A&W or a five star restaurant, he would order a burger. Perhaps it was part of his marketing strategy. He enjoyed and took pride in his cattle; this is evident in the fine herd of blacks he has built up. He mentored his children in 4-H for eleven years and spent countless hours assisting them to feed, bed and train their animals. This included stress filled and frantic efforts to get to achievement days. His daughter Lori shares his passion for cattle and her champion 4-H herd remains on the farm.

Dave and his family enjoyed both skiing and camping holidays. However, as his children became involved in sports, camping trips became integrated with sporting events. Dave was privileged to coach his daughters’ softball team in four provincial tournaments. On one occasion Dave contested an oversight by an umpire on a specific play. The game was delayed for 20 minutes as three umpires and the tournament chairperson discussed and consulted the rule book. In the end the call went in Consort’s favour. Dave had also read the rule book.

The Gould family travelled Alberta cheering through countless sporting events: school sports and tournaments, winter games, summer hockey, 20 provincial weekends and 16 provincial medals. Undoubtedly, some of the best times of Dave’s life were spent following his children to a gymnasium, ball diamond or hockey rink. He enjoyed the camaraderie of being a part of a team. He never missed a home game and went to great lengths to attend away games. In midget hockey years this often meant returning home late Saturday night, getting up early Sunday morning for chores and church and frequently heading off to an afternoon game.

With the passing of time came many changes. Both Dave and Maureen agreed that some of their best years were spent working side by side on the farm as a husband and wife team. They shared a unique love for farm life and were devoted to each other until the end. They loved to saddle up the horses and ride off to sort pairs. They were always together whether they were calving, fencing, doing field work or tinkering in the shop. For Valentine’s Day this year, Dave gave Maureen 29 red roses, one for every year they were married. On his death bed, Dave’s last words were whispered to his devoted wife: “I love you”.

David stepped out on the battlefield, to face a giant: pancreatic cancer. These past seven months Dave’s family put other parts of their lives on hold to be at home together as a family. This precious time, these tender moments, have left an imprint on their souls. The loving devotion of Dave’s wife and children was a testament to his life as a husband and father. In the closing chapter of his life, Dave displayed the courage, strength and peace he drew from his faith in God. He lived a quiet faith that was evident in his generosity and integrity and in the upright moral example he displayed to the people who shared in his life.

At home, surrounded by his loving family, Dave passed away peacefully at twenty to four in the morning on March 17, 2011.

Love and devotion came full circle from the arms of his earthly father into the arms of his heavenly father.

Dave is survived by his loving wife Maureen; daughters Julie (Justin) Roth and Lori (Kevin) Lawson, and son Craig (Chantel Abt); brothers Jack (Ingrid), Bill (Judy), Stewart (Barb) and Donald (Adrienne); and sisters Peggy (Jim) Walker and Janice (Bob) Christie; father-in-law and mother-in-law Bud and Irene Kelts; sisters-in-law Margaret Kelts, Kathy (Ken) Grover and Joan (Keith) Wittmack; numerous nieces and nephews, numerous cousins and many dear friends. Dave was predeceased by his parents Ken and Joyce Gould, sister-in-law Marlene Gould, brother-in-law Bill Kelts, as well as numerous aunts and uncles.

To commemorate Dave’s life a memorial service was held on Monday, March 21, 2011 at 2:00 P.M. at the Consort Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Jim Wiechnik gave the eulogy. Maureen Gould, Julie Roth, Doug Gould and Bud Kelts gave tributes honouring Dave. Chantel Abt, Holly Abt & Rochelle Abt played and sang, “I Will Rise”. There was an open mic during the service where many dear friends and family shared some of their memories of Dave. Urn Bearer was Dave’s devoted wife Maureen. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Dave’s Family & Friends as well as all those that have reached out to Dave and his family in their times of need”. A video tribute was played at the end of the service. A private family interment was held at the Lakeroad Cemetery. Lunch was prepared and served by the Consort Community Funeral Committee and the Veteran Full Gospel Church Ladies. Memorial donations may be made to the Consort & District Community Recreation Association, Box 532, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0 or to STARS, 1441 Aviation Park NE, Box 570, Calgary, AB, T2E 8M7. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements. “Knowledge, Experience And Professionalism With A Personal Touch”

Tributes

The following tribute is a love letter read to Dave by Maureen on their last Christmas morning together, alone in front of the fire.

Dear Dave,

From the first time we met there was something special about you. To this farm girl you will always be my dark and handsome farmer. A true gentleman who knows how to make a woman feel special. I have never been treated with such respect as I’ve received from you. You helped me to believe in myself and to trust. I feel safe with you by my side.

Remember the night some slobbering old drunk asked where you found the good looking woman? I remember. You looked at me and smiled replying, “I won her in the lottery, she’s one in a million.”

The more I get to know you the deeper I fall in love. You are rooted, grounded and stable with a richness and depth of character few people possess. You are genuine, a man of integrity, morally upright, self sacrificing and generous. You are rational and calculating in thought and action. Analytical, full of wisdom, a wealth of knowledge and common sense. You have a mind like a steel trap. You are brilliant, yet unassuming and humble. Never controlling, manipulative, demanding or critical.

You are ambitious, determined, faithful, a man of your word. Trustworthy, loyal and true. Dependable. Responsible, my earthy protector and provider.

Your life was a witness to me Dave. Watching your reactions at times amazed me. I watched you respond to disrespect with respect, disloyalty with loyalty, unforgiveness with forgiveness. If you have something to say to someone you say it to their face and not behind their back. Discussions are private, forgotten about and not repeated.

You are the true essence of the word brother. I watched as you walked alongside and at times carried those you loved through heartache and tragedy. Never complaining, grumbling, never resentful or bitter.

You were patient and understanding of my support for my parents, loyal and respectful to your own parents, in word and deed. Your mother once said to me if she were stranded on a desert island she would want it to be with Dave.

Over the years your immeasurable kind and thoughtful acts of devotion blessed those around you. I remember the first winter we were married; you getting up out of bed, sweeping off and warming the car for me before I went to work. I had never known that. Block heater cords, plugging in vehicles, fuel, oil changes, tire pressure… There was never a mechanical problem you couldn’t fix. I always say my David can do anything. I only say that because it’s true.

I remember you returning excess change a teller had given you and explaining the math to her.

When a fellow cattleman was experiencing some bad luck you commented, “let’s give him a break in life, his cattle deserve a higher price.” Then I watched as you bid against yourself on TEAM Auction Sales to help out a friend.

I recall asking why you didn’t call a man you had lent a grain bin to when you needed the storage yourself. “No, he had a sore back. How would that make him feel? He’s unable to move the grain right now.” So we moved grain home instead of binning it at the field.

During a tragedy you helped friends with farm accounting, maintaining complete confidentiality.

The countless hours you spent with the kids with 4-H, and playing catch on the back lawn after supper. Going to great lengths to make every sporting event.

How you would have advice for the kids following volleyball, basketball, softball, baseball and hockey but never pressuring, discouraging or yelling at them or their coaches.

I will treasure our years together, the two of us working side by side on the farm. The satisfaction, gratification, peace and contentment. The companionship and sharing. Precious time, putting life into perspective. Tender, loving family time with our children. Especially touching to me is your concern for your son, dragging yourself out of the house every day that you had the physical strength, to mentor Craig all you could; and how you stick your head out for a kiss on the forehead as one of us would walk by.

Times at the altar, as a family in prayer, our arms around each other, feeling a heavenly peace beyond human understanding. It has been spiritually enriching.

We walked our valleys and bore our sorrows as a couple, and found ourselves in situations beyond our control. Despite the storms of life we found comfort in our love, support and understanding for each other. It was down in the valley where the rich spiritual water flowed from the mountain top of God. The living water helped to quench our thirst and refresh us through the scorching, relentless trials. Spiritual growth blossoms in the valley.

I have learned over these past two years of your brave, courageous side. In absolute amazement, I wondered how one could endure all you have silently suffered and still put the welfare of others before your own. Through it all, hour after hour, day after day, night after night, week after week, month after month.

It’s been a long hard road we have journeyed. I’ve felt so helpless, all I can do is offer you my prayers, my nursing skills, and my love and support.

I wouldn’t be anywhere else but by your side. I love you with all my heart and soul. God knew just what I needed when He created you for me. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. The love of my life, my best friend, my confidant. The father of my children. What a legacy and heritage you have given them.

My Dad describes you as a “gem” of a person. Auntie Jen refers to you as “such a pet.”

I say after knowing you for thirty years that I was truly the big winner. You my dear, are THE one in a million. What a privilege to share life with such a man of honor. You are a man of excellence, a man among men. You are an inspiration to me. My hero for whom I hold a deep reverence, respect and admiration.

The day of my brother’s funeral, God’s still voice whispered to my heart, “There is one closer than a brother.” This day that still small voice whispers, “I will never leave you nor forsake you. I will take you by my righteous right hand and lead you.” I will be okay.

Dave, I will miss you every day. I will love you all my life. Thank you for choosing me.

Love, Maureen

Tribute to My Dad

I’m David’s oldest daughter Julie. Today I felt I owed it to him to let all who will listen know about the wonderful father I loved and knew. No one could ask for a better dad, the kind in which God intended when he created parents. He was truly selfless, and this was evident in the way he would continually put others before himself. I remember him waking up early to do chores so he could make it to our sporting events or spending extra money on his wife and children instead of on himself. Even during his battle with cancer, he put others concerns above his own. A time that sticks out in my mind is last winter when I was trying to sell my high school car. As Murphy’s Law would have it, the alternator went while the prospective owners were taking “Old Cherry” for a test drive. Even though Dad was nauseated and weak from chemo therapy, he volunteered to help work on the car so we wouldn’t have to pay a mechanic to install a new one. He was always thoughtful and courteous. I never had to worry about needing an oil change, having bald tires or my car not starting in the winter. He would always just take care of things. He had a quiet, gentle spirit and one of his choice saying was, “You can’t learn anything with your mouth open”.

When it came to my mechanical naivety, he had the patience of a saint. While I was in high school, farm help was scarce and desperate times called for desperate measures. I was enlisted as truck driver during the silageing season. It was much more work then Dad bargained for, I’m sure. During his instructional demo on how to drive my designated truck, he stressed the importance of releasing the e-brake before driving. I assured him that I understood all of his tutoring and was ready to head out on my own. Despite my full comprehension of things, there were several times he had to remind me over the radio to release the e-brake. The smoke billowing from my general direction three miles away, was what gave me up. In fact every time he saw smoke, whether or not I was actually the culprit, he would ask “Julie do you have your e-brake on”. He only had to change the brakes once or twice that year. I considered it a victory as I didn’t fill the oil tank with gas like Lori or tip the grain truck over in the ditch like Craig.

There were a few vital things that my father instilled in me as I was growing up, both in words and actions. Every day he showed us the importance of determination, hard work and doing a job right. He stressed that one should be a person of integrity and do all things honestly. To help out your fellow man in need and be considerate and gracious in all that you do. Finally, the commitment my parents showed to one another, through sickness and health, for better or for worse, is an example I will continually aspire to in my own marriage.

The past seven months were the most bittersweet I have ever experienced. Through all of my dad’s suffering I couldn’t believe how gracious and courteous someone could be. He would always thank me for every act I did for him, no matter how small or insignificant. Every evening he would ask how my day went and where my husband “Muffy” was working. He never complained about his situation or lashed out in anger. Instead he felt sorry for his wife and children because he considered himself an inconvenience. I thank God everyday for the extra time I was able to spend with my dad and was honoured to stand by him in any way I could. To pay back just a fraction of what he did for me over the course of my lifetime and use my nursing skills to help keep him at home until the end. I will miss you everyday Dad, for the rest of my life. What is a little girl to do without her daddy? I am just thankful that you are now in heaven, free from cancer and pain and take comfort in the fact that someday soon I will be able to sit on your knee again.

Our brother, David

David Arthur Gould came into the world on November 17, 1954, the sixth child and fourth son of Ken and Joyce Gould. He was our brother.

He is remembered as being a happy but quiet little boy (with 5 older siblings, it is hard to get a word in edgewise) but he would come alive when the ‘Ballad of Davy Crockett” came over the air waves. If standing, he would dance around in circles and if sitting, he would rock furiously, back and forth. Our Grandmother’s sister, Aunt Ethel, came west from Boston during this period and gifted David with a tiny coonskin cap. Now, we could place that hat on his head, break into song and away he would go. Mom was the best at this. It was delightful but we over did it and he stopped performing for us.

Janice remembers afternoons spent with the other children on the farm (Stewart, Charl, Susan, David, Sarah and Donald) playing cowboys and Indians in the bale stacks. There was always someone available to play with and unlimited access to both houses and both mothers. It was some time in here that the king of nicknames, Stewart, anointed David with the nickname “Dangler”.

As a child, David was secure with himself. He enjoyed his own company and could play for hours in the sandbox building roads, fields and hills so he could run his toy cars and machinery in his imaginary world. Even as a teenager and young adult, he often chose to stay at home by himself and read or watch TV rather then go out.

He and Donald had a unique relationship. Without uttering a word or at least very few, David would let Donald know what to do as he taught him how to play ball. A certain look and movement of the head told Donald what to do. As they watched TV together, their reaction to action and drama on the screen would be a wordless look at each other. Why waste words when a look would do the trick.

The kind of man David was going to develop into was indicated very strongly the summer that we almost lost Donald. Because of the nature of Donald’s illness, after coming out of intensive care, he was unable to recall many things. One of these things was what day of the week it might be. Every time a medical person entered his room, he was asked what day it was and he struggled to try and remember this. Very quietly, without a word to any of the rest of us, shy, quiet David went out into the stores of Edmonton and purchased a watch that displayed the day of the week and he strapped it on Donald’s wrist.

Donald recalls the two brothers’ first trip to an Edmonton Eskimo football game with brothers Bill and Stewart. It was a rather discouraging game. With Edmonton down by 20 points and only a little over five minutes remaining in the game, Bill and Stewart led the two younger boys out of the stadium. They would get an early start on the traffic. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, a cheer went up. Edmonton had scored a touchdown. Walking across the parking lot another cheer arose. Another touchdown!! Reaching Bill’s car, they discovered it had a broken tie rod. They sat glumly in the car and listened to the radio as Edmonton scored another touchdown and won the game by one point. It was long after the traffic cleared before they were able to move. The boys discovered that age doesn’t necessarily mean wisdom. They missed the best game of the season.

Janice and David made the trip to Edmonton to see Little River Band in the coliseum. Mom assigned Peggy who lived in Edmonton to act as chaperon. Sitting amid the excited crowd, with rolls of toilet paper sailing through the air and the smell of funny cigarettes coming from the couple behind them, Peggy realized she had to be the oldest person in the building. Her siblings were informed that she could not be enlisted as chaperon ever again.

David was the one who bought Mom her first micro-wave. Dave was into Big Macs. He would purchase 12 or 15 of these at a time and freeze them. He needed the microwave to thaw them for eating. His love of Big Macs led Maureen into organizing a birthday party for him at the McDonalds in Lloydminister. When Peggy later asked him about his love for Big Macs, he admitted to her that he preferred A&W but it wasn’t as handy. He just needed his hamburgers.

Dave had a Mercury Montego that was his pride and joy. One winter as protection from the elements, he placed the beloved car in the Quonset. There was also a pile of wheat in this Quonset. In the spring, when he uncovered the car, he discovered that the mice had moved in. The roof was filled with mice and the floor was covered with grain. I understand from Lori, that the mice still love to live in her Dad’s vehicles. It must have been his love of animals that attracted them.

David wasn’t always an angel. After returning from a Caribbean cruise with his buddies, when telling Bill and Stewart where they had docked, he could not remember any of the Ports of Call but knew the names of every bartender along the way.

One winter he and Jack were left to baby-sit the farm when Aunt Edie, Uncle Matt, Dad and Mom went on vacation. There was a vicious blizzard. The boys had a warm house, TV and plenty of food. Unfortunately, they had run out of cigarettes. So, bundling up in their winter gear, they took the skidoos to town and satisfied that need.

We have been filled with admiration and awe for the last 20 months as Dave first fought a vicious battle against cancer and then accepting God’s will, courageously walked the remainder of his journey in dignity with the cancer and God.

We want to thank Maureen for all the joy, support and love she brought into Dave’s life. She also brought along a family that he loved and thought of as part of his own. We thank Bud, Irene and their family for the love and acceptance they gave so freely to David.

We are extremely proud of David and honored to be his siblings. His accomplishments were many. But, the greatest tributes to Dave’s life are the three wonderful children that he and Maureen raised. Julie, Lori, Craig, we are so honored to be part of your family and so humbled by your love and caring for your dad. He was so proud of you and thankfully lived long enough to get a look at the adults you are becoming so he could say to himself, “job well done.”

So, Dave, until we meet again, your siblings and our spouses wish to say, “We love you and will always miss you”.

Arrivederci, David.

Dennis John Baier

(March 3, 1943-March 25, 2011)

Dennis John Baier was born on the family farm in Compeer, Alberta on March 3, 1943. He passed away peacefully at home on March 25, 2011 at the age of 68, after a courageous battle with cancer. He was the third oldest of eleven children born to George and Rose Baier.

In 1968 Dennis married Audrey Fischer and they were blessed with three wonderful daughters: Wanda, Roxanne and Michelle. Dennis began his career with the United Grain Growers where he was well respected by his customers and dedicated to his community. Dennis and Audrey purchased the Compeer Cash Store, DJ continued with the UGG while Audrey ran the store. In 1987 the Baier family moved to the elevator house in Altario until it closed. Throughout these years Dennis enjoyed playing cards with friends, working in the yard and garden and spending time with his girls. Dennis transferred to Bashaw and a few years later sadly, Audrey passed away.

Dennis was fortunate enough to find love again and married Margaret Vallet. They enjoyed farming, camping, quadding out west and traveling to warm places in the winter. DJ loved spending time with the cattle and took great pleasure in his newly expanded family.

Dennis will be forever remembered by his wife Margaret; daughters: Wanda (Dwayne) Rutschke, Roxanne (Don) Walz, Michelle (Dale) Kaniusis; stepsons Trevor (Marcia) Vallet and Brent (Kristie) Vallet; grandchildren Dylan and Blake Rutschke, Paige and Devon Walz, Dawson and Drew Kaniusis, Kyle, Dane, Craig, Cole, Joshua Vallet, and Addison, Genevie, Clairese, Saraphene Vallet; brothers and sisters Victor (Shona), Leonard (Claudia), Henry (Marguerite), Garry (Laura), Ron (Anita), Mary Jane (Morris) Lowis, Arlene Voeller, Coreen (Hal) Stuart, Jeff (Louanne) Baier and Jack Baier; father in law Otto Fischer; Margaret’s sister Alana (Jim) Costigan; as well as numerous nieces, nephews, relatives and many dear friends.

Dennis was predeceased by his parents George and Rose Baier, his wife Audrey Baier and mother in law Annie Fischer.

Dennis’ caring personality, generosity, understanding and love for others will live on in our hearts forever.

Prayer Vigil Service for the late Mr. Dennis Baier was held at the Immaculate Heart of Mary Catholic Church in Bashaw, Alberta on Tuesday, March 29, 2011 with Father Arlan Parenteau officiating. Mass of Christian Burial was held at the Christ King Catholic Church in Stettler, Alberta on Wednesday, March 30, 2011 with Father Arlan Parenteau officiating. Dennis was laid to rest in the Bashaw Cemetery, Bashaw, Alberta. Following the interment service family and friends joined together in the Bashaw Community Centre for a time of fellowship with luncheon prepared and served by Bashaw Royal Purple.

If so desired, memorial donations may be made in memory of Dennis to Cross Cancer Institute or a charity of choice, c/o Stettler Funeral Home & Crematorium, Box 1780, Stettler, Alberta T0C 2L0, who were entrusted with the care and arrangements.

Cherie Ballard

(April 15, 2011)

Cherie Ballard passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on April 15, 2011, at the age of 37. Cherie lived in Consort for three years and worked at both the Consort and Veteran Schools. As well Cherie worked at Gateway Junction and Mainstreet Grocery. Cherie then moved to Wainwright where she was the speech-assistant at the Health Units in Provost and Wainwright. She touched the lives of many families and will be greatly missed, especially by Farrah, Paige, Christine and Jason. Cherie was often in charge of care for Farrah and Paige, and she inevitably found a playground for them to enjoy, therefore in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to ‘Consort Parents for Playgrounds’ Box 264, Consort, AB. T0C 1B0.

Allan Dermott McCuaig

(Nov. 17, 1925-April 11, 2011)

Dad was born Nov. 17, 1925. Dad passed away April 11, 2011 in the Extended Care at the Coronation Hospital Complex at age of 85.

Dad was born in Hughen-den, Alberta in the Teat Hills to Angus & Marion McCuaig. He was the youngest of 8 children.  Dad was a traveler. At the age of 5, he traveled with his Mom & Dad to Colinton, Alberta. As an adult, he worked in B.C., Alberta & Saskatchewan. Dad wanted to join the army to travel but because of a medical condition couldn’t.  Dad was a jack-of-all-trades working as a lumberjack, ranch hand and farmer. At the end of WW 2, Dad and his boss celebrated by drinking a bottle of whiskey much to the displeasure of the boss’s wife.

In 1948, he married mom (Jean Toffelmire). To this union, 7 children were born. Dad’s brand was Bar J7. The story was that it was for Jean and the 7 children.

They started married life on the Inman Place, (Mel Webb’s ranch) moving to the Dunn place, back to the Blackburn house on Uncle Mel’s. In 1959, Dad and Mom bought Grandma Toffelmire’s farm. They lived there until 2001 when they moved to Coronation.

Our memorable memory of Dad was him listening and later watching Hockey Night in Canada every Saturday night. His favorite team was Toronto Maple Leafs and his favorite player was Eddie Shack. Other programs Dad enjoyed were Red Skeleton, Bonanza, Ed Sullivan, Beverly Hillbillies and Don Messer.

Dad enjoyed country & western music especially Wilf Carter and fiddling music. He liked the local bands that came in to entertain.

Dad liked most food but did not like cooked peas (raw peas were okay), bananas and fish. He and Shorty (Dad’s dog) would raid Mom’s pea patch and Mom would blame the kids. He always said the only meat you should eat was Angus beef. Dad raised Angus cattle. He had names for every cow and could pet any cow. Every spring and fall, we would move the cows to the flats and back home. Dad would travel in the truck in front of the herd with the calves that couldn’t walk to the flats. We would bring up at the rear on foot. Dad went to bull sales all over the country especially Angus bulls.

Dad supported us kids with the 4H calves and cows. He transported our animals and us just about every weekend.

Mom and Dad enjoyed dancing and singing together. They would dance to the music from the gramophone in the front room. They would sing in the car. They would go to dances all over the country. Dad enjoyed square dancing and also called the square dancing.

Dad enjoyed Mom’s flowers especially her gladiolus. He liked tiger lilies, lilacs and crocuses also.

In the winter, Dad would clean off the skating slough and make sure there was firewood. Later he made a skating rink by the trough so we didn’t have to walk so far. He would often start the snowball fights. He would pull the kids on toboggans and car hoods with the tractor which they liked.

Dad was a good ballplayer. He made ball diamonds in the tree belt making sure that they were ready for birthdays.  We went to lots of shin-digs at Nose Hills and Wheatridge, including Christmas Parties. Dad was the President of Nose Hills Community at one time.  Dad liked to Disk. He disked with different people. His team won some top prizes but also won lots of skunks.

Dad and Mom took us on holidays to Nordegg and surrounding area, Al Oemings, Steveville and Colinton. They went to several family reunions including some in Wisconsin, Prince George, and Abbotsford. Dad and Mom went on several cruises. The last cruise was to the Panama Canal.

Dad enjoyed working with horses. He worked with Dick and Mac, Queenie & Jessie, Mickey and Darkie, and Barney and Blaze. One of the heavy horses (Barney) always stepped on his foot and wouldn’t get off until he was ready to be harnessed. His saddle horse, Scotty would come when Dad called him. For us kids, Scotty would run away, playing, when we tried to catch him. The only way we could catch him was to have a pail of oats.

Tom Wraight and Fred McDiarmid would drive Dad around with their teams. Going through the Neutral Hills was a highlight for Dad.

We had several last times family get-togethers on the farm before they moved to Coronation. Dad would haul wood for days to make sure we would have enough. He made horseshoe pits which the kids enjoyed playing on.

Dad moved into the Assisted Living in 2008, and then to Continuous Care. For years, we got together in the summer and around his birthday in November. Last summer, his nephews and nieces came and Dad enjoyed this very much.

Dad enjoyed bingo going to many bingos across Alberta. If it was bingo day when we were down, we had to go. When he went into the home, he had to play bingo even if we were down visiting. He called bingo when a caller was needed. A big thanks goes to Pat who would phone and visit with Dad. Also he would go to bingos with him. To Dad’s “four bingo girls.” Lee, Glenda, Carol and Dorothy, thank you. Thank you to all his friends and relatives who visited, bringing him local news and gossip and laughter.

Dad was a good card player. He liked playing Blackout, Canasta and Chinese Rummy. He would play Hand & Foot Canasta under protest. A few times he was caught with 2 or 3 hands under the cushions of his chair. He also liked to play the game “Stock Ticker”.

Dad’s kids are Virginia (Tony Lovell), Susan, Bonnie (Glen Morris), Ian, Ross (Fe Pinada), Amy (Allan Montgomery), Margaret (Keith Kimber).  His grandchildren are Christine (Cam), Dana (Angie), Aaron (Tammy), Michelle (Terry), Arbey (Candice), Matthew (Donna), Valerie, Vanessa, Joshua, Jeanine (Randy), Jason, Eleshia (Peter) Janelle (Jared), and Bradley. His great grandchildren are Chelsea (T.J.), Vincent, Breanna, Chloe, Ashley, Kaitlyn, Brandon, Colton, Dylon, Quinton, Kelsey, Joshua, Cody, Brandon, Kaleigh, Ash, Brandi and Jacinda.

Sister Una, brother in law Owen, & sister in law Vera and numerous nieces and nephews survive Dad.

He was predeceased by his beloved wife, Jean, his mom and dad, Angus and Marion, his grandson Zachary, his sisters – Bessie, Ellen, Marion and Muriel, his brothers Archie and Angus, sisters in law, brothers in law, nephews and nieces.

A celebration of Allan’s life was held on Monday, April 18, 2011 at 1:00 PM in the Veteran Community Hall.

The family would like to thank Dr. Tolmie, Assisted Living Staff, Continuing Care Staff and Hospital Staff and the volunteers for their loving care and attention that was given to our Dad. Thanks to Pat and Charlotte Gilmer for the music. Thanks to the Full Gospel Women for doing the lunch after the service.

Memorial donations may be made to the Alberta Lung Association c/o Parkview Funeral Chapels. Sympathies may be forwarded to the family by signing the guestbook at www.parkviewchapels.com Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Chester Williams

(June 25, 1918 – April 17, 2011)

Chester Carl Williams was born on June 25th, 1918 on his father’s farm south of Killam, Alberta. His mother and father separated when he was 18 months old, so his grandparents took him and his brother Ernie to live on their farm, north of Consort, Alberta.

He took his schooling at Neutral Valley School and Consort High School, finishing in 1937. He and Cleona Kelts stood up for Bill and Myrtle Larson at their wedding in Consort. He returned to Killam with Bill and Myrtle, where he worked for Jim Grant Sr., farming for two years.

In April 1942, he joined the Army, taking his basic training at Currey Barracks in Calgary. In 1942, he was united in marriage to Olive Symes. Shortly after, he was transferred to Kingston, Ontario for training as a wireless operator. He arrived in England in December 1942, just before Christmas. During the war, he saw action in England, France, Belgium, Holland, and Germany. This service in the Army led to a lifetime of dedication and work with the Royal Canadian Legion in Consort.

After his discharge in January 1946, he and Olive went farming in the Loyalist district. In September 1948 their son Ken was born.

In 1957, they rented their farm out and bought the I.H.C dealership in Consort which they operated until 1965, when ill health overtook Chester, and they were forced to close the doors. After a period of convalescence, he and Olive were hired to manage the Pioneer Dry Goods Store, for Art Wiltse until they retired in 1982. During this time, he served on the Village Council for four years, and enjoyed quite a bit of travelling with friends, either by motorhome, plane, or bus. They moved to Wainwright Alberta in 1990. For several years, Ches and Ollie lived in a townhouse on 1st Avenue, later moving to the Frontier Manor. Their years in Wainwright were filled with visiting friends over lunch or coffee at the local Co-op store cafeteria, floor curling, following the rodeo circuit, and checking out the many Saturday garage sales. For four years, Ches also served as director for the Prairie Rose Senior Centre.

Ches and Ollie returned to Consort in September 2008, taking up residence at the seniors’ lodge. He remained there until November 2010, at which time he was admitted into the Consort Hospital and Care Center, battling pneumonia. He transferred to long term care in January 2011.

On April 17, 2011, Chester Williams spent the day surrounded by his beloved family, then passed peacefully away.

Tribute to

Chester Carl Williams

by daughter-in-law, Kara

It is difficult to write just a few words about Chester, not so much because it is a daunting task to summarize 92 years in a few small phrases, but because the man himself was impossible to distill down to a mere passage or two.  Ches was a small man, but only in the sense that he lacked physical stature.  In every other way p in every way that could possibly count – Ches was the largest man you could ever hope to encounter. In the words of his son, Ken, “I aspire to be just half the man he was.”

In the years that I was privileged to know him, there were many lessons that Chester taught me.

Ches knew what it meant to lead a good life. He dwelled neither on the petty nor the materialistic. He invested wisely, spent frugally on himself, gave everything to his family. He was entirely selfless, yet never deprived himself of the truly important elements of life. And he did, indeed, know what were the key ingredients of high living. A beer shared, half and half, with his wife or his son. A good prank, a hearty laugh. A vicious game of Aggravation. The sharing of one’s wisdom and love with family. These are the factors that comprise a meaningful life and in all his many years, Ches never lost sight of a single one of them.

At all times, Chester kept his priorities straight. This is part of the reason that his marriage of over sixty five years remained vibrant and loving to the last moment. Both Ches and Ollie were devoted to each other throughout their lives as was noted by everyone who knew them. His commitment to her was apparent in everything he did, in every choice he made. I know, for example, that Ches loved to fish and, to further that passion, he once bought himself a small boat. Ollie did not share his love of the sport and refused to set foot in the thing. For Chester, this settled matters. Note that Ollie was present at Ches’s memorial; the boat was not.

My own fond memories of Chester are too many to describe. His sense of fun and fairness, for example. I will miss trying to outwit him at restaurants in a bid to pay for the check. For some reason, we were unable to establish a fair system of sharing the dining tab, and, unlike reasonable people, we could not agree to alternate, or to split each bill. Instead, we went to elaborate extremes to get our hands on the check after each meal. We bribed waitresses, made arrangements hours in advance, and told outrageous lies to each other to ensure that we would get to pick up the tab. I recall telling one waitress that we were dining out to celebrate Ches’ release from a prison sentence for credit card fraud, and perhaps she could help him resist the temptation to return to his old ways by giving me the check instead of him. I thought it was pretty hilarious, but Ches looked a little grim for a while after that!

On Chester’s last day with us, it was clear that he knew it was his time to go. And he did so in a way that typified the way he had lived his life: for others. Just as he had spent his life as the caretaker of his loved ones, the dispenser of advice, the man to turn to in a crisis, the one to offer unstinting support and aid whenever needed, he spent his last hours ensuring that his cherished ones were reminded of his love one last time. For the bulk of the day, we sat quietly by his bedside, reminiscing and holding his hands. Mid-afternoon, Ches said his goodbyes. Taking each of his family in turn, he gave hugs and kisses and words of love and wisdom. He missed nobody, and his message to each of us, despite the difficulty he had speaking, was crystal clear: His love would endure well beyond the last beat of his heart. This was a man who had lived an exemplary life, who had made the world a better place for having graced it, who had improved the lives of countless people whom he had known, and who had shared his love and wisdom to the measureless benefit of those of us who remain behind. And, it was also clear that he was ready to go. He left mere hours later, peacefully and without pain.

It is your loss, if you have not met Ches yourself; however, when you meet his family, you will know him just a little, for they all have a penchant for laughter and joy, a deep compassion for their fellow humans, a profound understanding of how a loving relationship should work, and an intense, abiding love for the man who was husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, uncle, brother, and friend. Enjoy these people, for they are now the measure of the man you missed.

So, these pearls from Ches are now ours:

Live life to the brim.

Laugh ’til you cry.

Family out-trumps all.

Invest well. Live frugally. Give generously.

Love without bounds.

Share your beer.

Cherish your spouse.

Know when it is time to go home.

You are loved, Chester Carl Williams.

Emma Schoff

(1910 – 2011)

Mrs. Emma Schoff of Red Deer, Alberta, passed away peacefully at the Michener Hill Extendicare facility on Friday, April 29th, 2011 at the age of 101 years.

Born in Canmore in 1910 to Herbert and Florence Fox, her father being a coal miner, they lived in several Alberta locales before homesteading East of Consort where Emma spent her early days.

In 1928, Emma married Russell Schoff, who had homesteaded nearby. They raised 5 children; boys, Beverley, Ted and Dale, and girls, Marie and Carol. Over the years, Russell and Emma enjoyed spending time with their 15 grandchildren.

After their retirement to Red Deer in 1968, Emma was very active within the community, enjoying many years of curling, singing with the Golden Circle Singers, as well as her long membership in the Rebekah Lodge. She was also involved in numerous other activities and loved to travel and entertain her family.

Emma spent her final years residing at the Valley Park Manor and Extendicare, Red Deer, making many friendships along the way, she will be truly missed.

Emma was predeceased by her husband of 52 years, Russell; sister, Vera; brothers, Frankie, Herb, Gordon (infant), Tom, Harold, Albert and Walter; sisters-in-law, Marion, Irene and Edith and brothers-in-law, Joe, Vernon and Donald.

She leaves to cherish her memory, sons, Beverley (Jeannette) of Bashaw, Ted (Gail) of Bashaw and Dale (Velma) of Strathmore; daughters, Marie of Rimbey and Carol (Frank) of Red Deer; sisters, Evelyn and Amy; sisters-in-law, Ada and Eileen; 15 grandchildren; 24 great-grandchildren as well as several nieces, nephews, extended family and friends.

A funeral service for the late Emma Schoff will be held at St. Luke’s Anglican Church, 4929-54 Street, Red Deer, Alberta on Friday, May 6th, 2011 at 1:00 p.m. Interment will follow at the Red Deer Cemetery following the luncheon.

Memorial donations in Emma’s honor may be made directly to St. Luke/s Anglican Church 4929-54 Street, Red Deer, AB. T4N 2G7 or to the charity of your choice.

Expressions of sympathy may be forwarded to reddeer@arbormemorial.com.

Arrangements entrusted to Red Deer Funeral Home, 6150 – 67 Street, Red Deer, Alberta.

Mrs. Gladys Hill

(1917 – 2011)

Mrs. Gladys Hill of Nakusp, B.C., passed away on April 20, 2011, at the age of 94.

Gladys (Somers) Hill was born and raised in the Horseshoe district, north of Monitor. She left Monitor in 1941 with two little daughters, Audrey and Marge, to join her husband, Vincent Hill, who had left earlier to work in the logging business at Nakusp. They had another daughter, Beverley and a son, Ronnie. Ronnie and his son, Jason, passed away in 1998. Gladys was also predeceased by her husband, Vincent in 1994 as well as four brothers and one sister, Leitha Fedick. She leaves to mourn her loss, 12 grandchildren their families and many friends and relatives.

Gladys enjoyed good health and was very active until her death. She played cards and Bingo with the Lodge members regularly. Her smile and happy attitude will be missed.

Gertrude Eleanor (Cross) Christianson

(May 24, 1917 – May 9, 2011)

Gertrude Eleanor Cross was born on May 24, 1917 to Ralph Lionel Cross and Margaret (Maggie) (Markle) Cross in the Consort Hospital. She grew up the eldest of five children near Naco, AB. Her grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins all lived on the same homestead.

Gert began her schooling in Naco and completed it in Consort, residing in the dormitory that was there at that time. Early in life, she developed a love of reading, often finding ways to slip away by herself to a quiet place where she could enjoy her book.

The Cross families came to the Veteran Camp each year at Tom and Thilda Thulien’s farm. It was here that she met the Christiansons, Heistads, Thuliens, and others. In the spring of 1940, Joe Christianson (Ted’s brother) drove to Naco and asked Gert if she would keep house for them and their dad. Ted and Gert’s relationship developed into a romance, and they were engaged that summer.

Christine (Ted’s sister) needed help after her third son Melvin was born, so Gert went over to their farm north of Veteran after camp. During harvest time in September, Gert got infection in a finger on her right hand and ended up in the Consort hospital, where they lanced it and tried to get it to drain with hot compresses. When her father heard the doctor talk of amputating her finger, he arranged for his brother and sister-in-law, John and Alice Cross, to come and take her to the University Hospital in Edmonton. The infection continued to get worse the next month in spite of all they could do. There were no antibiotics or penicillin at that time. The infection started to go up into her arm so they planned to amputate her hand in order to save her life. Her mother said it was after an all night prayer meeting at the farm near Naco that the infection started to drain and her hand started to heal. She was released from the hospital on Nov. 11, to stay at her Uncle John and Aunt Alice Cross’s to continue therapy on her hand. There was great rejoicing in the family, for prayer had changed her life. Ted made a special trip to Edmonton by train and gave Mom her engagement ring. They planned their wedding for May 1, 1941. They were married at the Cross home northeast of Naco.

After a short honeymoon to Wetaskiwin and Falun, they returned to the “Bill Rae” place south of Veteran, eventually purchasing the land, and began to raise their family. Ellen was born in April, 1942, Robert (Bob) in 1945 and Bonita (Bonnie) in 1947. A baby girl passed away at birth in the fall of 1943.

Like many others at that time, Ted and Gert lived in a four room house with a path. They used a coal stove to cook on and heat the house. They had to make nearly everything they wore. Mom often went to quilting bees where everyone worked together and helped each other. Recycling was normal – nothing was wasted. They grew or raised most of their food. During World War II, everything was rationed.

Electricity came to their community in the early 1950’s. Electric light (one per room), fridges, irons, electric kettles and hot plates made cooking easier. This along with the telephone (the party line) greatly improved the quality of life on the farm. They moved a bigger house onto the farm in 1957 and were able to have hot and cold running water with an indoor bathroom!

Mom was always involved in the activities of their church and rarely missed a meeting. She was secretary of the Ladies’ Missionary Prayer Band and taught Sunday School for years. She baked many cakes, pies, buns, etc. for special meals at the church. Her chocolate cake with fudge icing was a favourite with everybody. Her plate of fudge was much sought after at the youth fundraising auction. In later years Mom looked after the cradle roll department of the Sunday School, knitting a baby layette for every new born and a hooded sweater for each 2-year old that graduated from that department. She also spent many years working alongside her husband as Registrars at the Veteran Camp.

They always had lots of company. Mom could make a meal on short notice (waffles or an omelette) – lots of times sending Dad out to kill and clean a chicken to cook for dinner.

Mom’s love of reading led her to help bring a library to the church and she was on the library board at both the church library and the Municipal Library. She volunteered at both for years and was probably also one of their best customers. Mom loved to read, especially historical novels. She and Joe Price traded thick books back and forth for years. After Mom fell and broke her arm, she wasn’t able to do as much work, so she passed her days reading.

Mom was always ready to listen if you needed someone to talk to. She loved her family and always was encouraging. When I had a new baby or wanted to go somewhere, I only wanted Mom and Dad to look after our children. Mom loved all her grandchildren and the last 22 years loved holding the great-grandchildren as they came. Our family loved to spend every school holiday at the farm – enjoying Mom’s wonderful cooking and playing outside. She loved her church family as well, encouraging those who sang or preached. Everyone loved her smile.

Mom and Dad moved into a suite at the Consort Seniors Lodge in the fall of 2005, as Mom need more care. Mom enjoyed living at the Lodge and visiting the people there. She always appreciated everyone who assisted in her care. Mom made the transition to long-term care last January, but she wanted Dad to take her home. She didn’t think they should be apart after nearly 70 years of marriage. Dad was her caregiver for many years.

We had a 70th Anniversary party on Easter Sunday with many family members in attendance. She enjoyed seeing everyone. Two days later, she fell and severely injured her head, which resulted in her passing on May 9th.

Gertrude Eleanor Christianson passed away peacefully during the evening of May 9, 2011, just two weeks shy of her 94th birthday. Gert was predeceased by her father, Ralph Cross in May, 1974; her mother, Margaret Cross in July, 1976; her brother, Bob Cross in December, 1985; her sister, Ruth DeChamplain in July 2007; and her infant daughter in 1943.

Gert is lovingly remembered by her loving husband of 70 years, Ted; two brothers: Ches (Anna) Cross of Calgary and Bill Cross of St. Albert; two sisters-in-law: Margaret Cross of Edmonton and Esther (Philip) Heistad of Calgary; her children: Ellen (Robert) Smith of Black Diamond, Bob (Betty) Christianson of Veteran and Bonnie (Brian) Meyer of Red Deer; thirteen grandchildren: Darla (Dan) Duncan, Murray (Joanne) Smith, Harvey (Andrea) Smith, Carolyn (Derek) Morrison, Sheldon (RaeAnn) Smith, Brian (Remi) Christianson, Roberta Christianson, Barb (Dean) Lange, Beth Christianson, Becky (James) Cousins, Deedra (Geoff) Fenton, Chad (April) Meyer and Todd (Giselle) Meyer; twenty-eight great-grandchildren as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

As a family, we would like to express our deep appreciation to all the wonderful caregivers at the Consort Hospital, Consort Seniors Lodge and the Long-term Care Unit for the loving care and attention that they gave to Mom.

Lucille Evelyn Kroeger
(April 11, 1918 – May 10, 2011)

Lucille Evelyn (Bliesner) Kroeger was the 3rd child born to Fred and Rosalia Bliesner on April 11, 1918 in Consort. Lucille passed away peacefully May 10, 2011.

Lucille took her schooling at the Ione School, south of Monitor, and worked at home on the family farm until she married her soul mate, Nickolas Kroeger on May 8, 1939. Nick and Lucille celebrated their 71st anniversary in 2010. To this union they were blessed with two boys, Dale and Lee. Nick and Lucille farmed south east of Consort until they moved into town in 1944. When Walter Zuk’s wife passed away, Lucille welcomed Rosemary, the daughter of Walter and Muriel into their home for the next four years.

Nick and Lucille lived above the old Kroeger Bros. garage from 1945 until they built their dream home in 1967. During the years they lived above the garage you could always see a very big Saint Bernard Dog named King lying on the steps, or even sleeping on the foot of their bed.

Lucille worked at many jobs; she owned and operated the Coral Cafe from 1956 to 1958. She also worked for Langs Pharmacy for many years until she retired in 1974. Lucille and Nick enjoyed traveling, fishing, and playing cards with friends and neigbours. They spent many winters in the Lost Dutchman Park in Mesa Arizona.

Lucille loved gardening, knitting and crocheting; she made many sweaters and Afghans.

At the age of 12 Lucille found a Pen Pal through the free press and they commuted for 40 years. Nick and Lucille made a business trip to Montreal and stopped in Chapleau to finally meet her Pen Pal Eunice Michaud.

Lucille was a saver, in the things she had stored and saved there were many letters from her mother, sister and her pen pal, her diaries from over the years and scrapbooks full of all the kids and Grandchildren’s school years memories. She also saved many newspaper articles of any special events and happenings.

Lucille had a great memory for dates and names right up to her passing. She never forgot any birthdays for her grandchildren or close friends.

Lucille was predeceased by her loving husband Nick, Nov. 13, 2010; her parents Fred and Rosalia, sister Amelia Bayford, brother Bernie Bliesner, sisters-in-law Laura Bliesner, Cleona, Gay and Penny Kroeger, Helen Thornton; brothers-in-law Will Bayford, Henry & Art Kroeger, Fred Dafoe & Claude Thornton.

Lucille is lovingly survived by her sons Dale (Evelyn), Lee (Helen); her 6 grandchildren Rocky (Brenda), Ken (Bobbie), Darlene (Brian), Mervin (Sherry), Gary, Lisa (Kevin); 18 great grandchildren and 5 great great grandchildren; her in-laws, Pete (Cathy), George (Irene) and Ann; as well as numerous nieces and nephews, other relatives and many friends.

The funeral service to honour Lucille’s life took place at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Monday, May 16th, 2011 at 11:00 A.M. Officiating was Reverend Sue Hertell. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “The Old Rugged Cross”, and “How Great Thou Art” led by the Knox United Church Choir. Lucille’s granddaughter Lisa Repchuk shared the eulogy with many fond memories. Special musical selection “What A Friend We Have In Mother” was sang and played by Pat & Charlotte Gilmer. Special recorded music was “Grandma’s Song” and “Go Rest High On That Mountain”. The interment was held at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Urn Bearer was Dale Kroeger. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Lucille’s Family and Friends”. A luncheon followed in the Lower Hall of the church, prepared and served by the U.C.W.

If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Lucille’s memory to the Consort & District Seniors Association; for the new Seniors & Community Recreation Centre, Box 220, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0 or to a charity of the donor’s choice. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

Eulogy

by Lisa Repchuk

To tell the truth I had a hard time putting all my grandma’s good traits into writing. No matter how hard I try, I can never do justice to what she overcame in her lifetime. I know we are all grieving today for we lost a special lady, but I know wherever she is now, she’s happy and proud of what she has left us.

She was a mother, grandmother, a sister and a friend to all of us. I’m sure each and every one of you here today has something to share on how my grandmother touched your life. She has shared a lot of good memories and especially with me, her youngest grandchild. We have shared alot of things together and she was one of my favorite mentors.

Lucille Kroeger “AKA”Grandma was the 3rd born to Fred and Rosala Bliesner on April 11, 1918 in Consort. Grandma took her schooling at Ione School south of Monitor and worked for her father on the family farm until she met my grandfather.

Grandma met her soul mate of 71 years “Nick Kroeger” at a ball game in Monitor. On May 18, 1939 they exchanged their wedding vows and started the Kroeger Family. On June 2,1940 they welcomed their first son Dale. Four years later along came my dad Lee on June 1,1944.

In 1967 Grandpa built her their dream house in Consort and begin the life that I have known. Grandma worked at various jobs around town: Drug Store, Lodge and Days Motel. Grandma appreciated every dollar she made. She was a very thrifty lady. She had ice-cream pails to the roof, tons and tons of egg cartons, lots of paper bags. Grandma would always reuse her saran wrap. She would wash it and lay it out to dry and use it again which leads to a story – when my dad bought her a new box of saran wrap for her birthday. Years later when we moved them into the lodge she still had the same unopened box. Grandma saved everything and reused anything she could.

Grandma loved to crochet and knit. And she was darn good at it, too. I can still picture her sitting in her flowered rocking loveseat by the front window crocheting her afghans. I remember at one Christmas all of her grandchildren Rocky, Ken, Darlene, Mervin, Gary and I got to choose a blanket. Well the discussion was on who got to choose first. Sometimes her color coordination wasn’t always the best.

Grandma loved to cook and I loved to help when I was younger. Some of her staples were bread pudding which was grandpa’s favorite, stewed tomatoes and bread mixed together, hubble bubble (and only I know what that is, right grandma) and her milk lump soup. And believe me, her milk lump soup is a story in itself, and my favorite, her Jello in the blue bowl.

She loved going to bingo with her best friends Joyce and Wilma. They would venture down to the local sportex weekly to play. Grandma also played every week on TV on Channel 4. And lucky she was!

Her favorite shows were Wheel of Fortune and Another World. Grandma loved to read and how could we all forget her library downstairs.

Grandma and Grandpa loved to play cards with friends while their grandchildren played on the famous blue rug with the box of dinky toys. They also loved to go fishing. They spent many summers going to Moose Lake, and I always seemed to be lucky enough to join them.

We celebrated Christmas in October every year so she and grandpa could leave for Arizona for the winter. A place she loved and had many friends and fond memories of. Her and grandpa started going to rizona by driving their motorhome down, until they purchased a park model trailer in Apache Junction.

When they would return home it felt like Christmas all over again. She always brought home useful gifts for everyone. Socks, underwear, dishrags, tea-towels and bath towels.

In the summers you could always find grandma in her large garden or raspberry patch. Nothing from the garden was ever wasted. She canned everything: pickles, beans, relish or made jam. On the days she didn’t go outside, you could find her playing the famous piano singing Mona Lisa and Pretty Paper.

And now I couldn’t leave out the famous spanking that I received just once. It was unforgettable. I went down to the grain elevators with my Aunt Edie and Uncle Wray to build grain bins. And I guess I forgot to tell her where I was going. She searched for me for a few hours. I really scared her. I never made that mistake twice, but it didn’t discourage me from spending night after night with her, snuggling in bed, playing eye spy or having her tickle my back with her soft Jergens lotion hands. She used to tell me she was making roads. When Grandpa passed away I went up and spent the first night with her. I crawled into bed with her and she began to tickle my back just like she used too!

Grandma loved her grandchildren with all of her heart. We were always welcome to come and spend the night or just hang out. We never left her house hungry or without a hug. We always came first in her life.

Now let’s talk about my grandma’s favorite past time, “The Casino”. Grandma loved the slots. Grandma was telling me not too long ago that my parents came down to visit them in Arizona. Dad and mom took her to the casino. When the evening rolled around, my parents thought it was late enough for her and thought she would be getting tired. So they took her back to the motorhome. Once they got back, grandma started to get ready for bed. That’s when dad informed her that they were going back to the casino. She was not impressed by that and let them know it. I guess she wasn’t ready for bed, and thought she could handle staying up much later.

Another time when grandma and grandpa came down to Medicine Hat to meet my twins for the first time, my parents happened to be down there as well. During supper I asked grandma if she wanted to go to the casino after supper. “Of course she did”. So when my mom and I finished the dishes, mom told me to go tell grandma to get ready. I walked into the living room; she wasn’t there, so I thought she might be lying down. I checked the spare room, still no grandma. I checked the bathroom, no grandma, thinking to myself where has she gone, my house is not that big. The only places I haven’t looked was under the bed or the basement but I knew grandma didn’t do the stairs without help. I yelled at mom and said I couldn’t find her and asked her to check outside on the deck. Still no grandma. So I thought maybe she did go downstairs to see my older two boys, so off downstairs I go. Now it’s to the point I’m calling her name… No Grandma & No Answer. On my way back up the stairs I happened to glance out the front door. That’s when I started to laugh and told my parents and Kevin to come look. There she sat outside on the top step with her purse in her hand ready to go. Not sure how long she was sitting there, but she was not going to miss her ride or let us forget her!!!!

I could go on and on with stories and special memories that I have of her that makes her so special to me but I’m going to end this in my special words to…..

“WHAT IS MY GRANDMA”

My grandma is warm hugs, soft hands and sweet memories. She remembered all of my accomplishments and forgot all of my mistakes. She is someone I could tell all my secrets and worries to. She always prayed that all my dreams came true. She always loved me, no matter what. She could see past my temper tantrums and bad moods, and made it clear that they didn’t affect how precious I was to her. She was an encouraging word and tender touch. She was full of proud smiles. She was the one person in the world who loved me with all her heart, who remembered the child I was and cherished the person I’ve become. I love you grandma, you are my best friend, you mean more to me than you possibly can imagine. Whatever the distance geographically between us, you can look down upon me from heaven and know that I personally accept the incredible honor of being your granddaughter, your pumpkin, your sweetheart and will take the responsibility of carrying on your traditions and love in all I do. Grandma you have created your dynamic legacy of love, spirit, family, integrity and joy. As the dove of life that represents all that you are now soars to heaven above, it is now your time to rest, sit back in that big cozy rocking chair, which is now heaven for you, and know that the world is a better place for the legacy you’ve created!

I LOVE YOU GRANDMA AND WILL MISS YOU EVERYDAY!!!!

Irene Rutledge

(Nov. 20, 1942-May 16, 2011)

Irene Joan Bullick, daughter to Stan and Edna Bullick was born on November 20, 1942 in Coronation, Alberta. She grew up and attended school in Coronation before attending Olds Agricultural and Vocational College from 1962 to 1963. Irene was a council representative while there and was regarded highly in the eyes of her instructors and friends alike, always being well remembered in the years to come when attending class reunions.

While growing up, Irene was quite involved in the Coronation 4-H club where she learned much about the art of conducting meetings as well as the concept of “learn to do by doing,” two skills she utilized and continued to perfect throughout the rest of her life. At the time, one of her goals was to win a trip through 4-H to the Toronto Royal Winter Fair. To this end, she entered Brome Seed to gain points toward the trip. Irene and her parents hand picked individual seeds and put together several pounds for a sample. This was in fact the first time anyone had hand picked over the seed which resulted in her winning the World Brome Seed Championship two years running. It was a dream come true, as she ultimately did win a trip to the Royal Winter Fair.

On September 10th, 1966, Irene married Pat Rutledge. While Pat finished his degree at the University of Alberta, they lived in Edmonton for a year and a half. During that time, they travelled to Expo 67 and had quite an adventure, camping in a car roof top camper for the entire trip. Yikes…cars must have had a whole lot more support back then! Soon after university, Pat got a job in Ottawa and the couple packed up and moved across the country. Irene worked for an office overload company and often told great stories of working at the court house. It wasn’t long before the two of them headed back to Alberta where they lived on the U of A Ranch at Ellerslie for two years before deciding it was time move back to the family homestead in Monitor.

In 1976, Irene and Pat adopted their first child, Sean and their second, Suzanne in 1980. Irene was a wonderful mother, always sure to keep up with the kids’ interests and activities while at the same time encouraging them to be independent and true to themselves.

Irene loved the outdoors and seized every opportunity available to be involved in ranch activities and anything else that would keep her outside and active. In 1990, she purchased her first small flock of sheep. Raising sheep became an increasing passion of hers ever since. If asked, Irene would surely tell you that lambing season was one of her favourite times of the year; she loved everything about it, most of all, fussing over the babies. In recent years, she would take her grandsons Darrion, Laine and Hunter along to help catch lambs, loving every second of time she spent with her boys. And they always knew they could count on their Nana to have a muffin or goody waiting for them.

As an adult, Irene felt she should give back and led both sewing and beef 4-H clubs for several years. She was also active in a number of community organizations and wasn’t afraid to take on leadership rolls, serving as Chairman of the Hospital Board and Ag Society for a number of years and most recently the Sheep and Wool Commission for which she served six years, two of them as Chairman. She also had much involvement with the Hospital Auxiliary and the annual play. Irene was very much a people person and could talk to anyone, seldom forgetting those she met. One of the many things often admired about Irene was her willingness to speak her mind and share her opinion even when others didn’t necessarily agree.

Irene enjoyed traveling; seeing new places and people. She and Pat went on several major vacations together; including trips to Argentina, New Zealand and South Africa in addition to thirty plus U.S. states. Their latest venture, occurring between cancer surgeries, was to Paris and Switzerland in the fall of 2010.

Irene was pre-deceased by her parents Stan and Edna Bullick and father in law Willis Rutledge. She leaves behind her husband Pat; son Sean (Jen Wakely); daughter Suzanne (Jeremy Percival); grandsons Darrion, Laine, and Hunter Percival; mother in law Elaine Rutledge; brother in law Roy Rutledge (Debbie); nephews Frank Rutledge, Ryan Rutledge, Rocky Rutledge; sister in law Lorna Baustad (Sigard); niece Nancy Baxter (Kevin); nephew Darren Munn (Bonnie); as well as aunts, uncles and numerous cousins.

Funeral services were held on Thursday, May 19, 2011 in the Consort Sportex at 2:00 P.M. with the Rev. Jack Schulze officiating. Pat and Charlotte Gilmer sang two selections “Green Pastures” and “One Beautiful Day.” Judy Bishell gave a loving tribute in memory of her long time friend. A family pictorial slideshow was presented. The interment followed in the Monitor Cemetery, with Darrion Percival as the active pallbearer and “All of Irene’s Family and Friends” as honorary pallbearers. The luncheon was gratefully hosted by the Monitor Community Club and the Consort Community Funeral Lunch Committee.

Memorial donations may be made to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary, The Alzheimer’s Society or the Alberta Cancer Foundation c/o Parkview Funeral Chapels, Box 186, Castor, AB, T0C 0X0. Sympathies may be forwarded to the family by signing the guestbook at www.parkviewfuneral chapels.com

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium, of Coronation, Dean Ross entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Pat, Sean and Jen, Suzanne and Jeremy – I am honoured and humbled that you asked me to pay tribute to Irene on behalf of all of her friends, this community and all the surrounding area.

I would like to begin with a portion of a poem entitled “The Dash” by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

From the beginning’

to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth

And spoke of the following date with tears,

But he said what mattered most of all

Was the DASH between those years.

For that dash represents all the time

That she spent alive on earth And now only those who loved her

Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,

The cars’ the house’

the cash.

What matters is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash.

I would like to share with you what I know about how Irene spent her DASH.

When a few of us gathered last night to share tears, memories and stories it became very clear to me that Irene’s dash was not just one straight line but rather layers and layers. Her attitude toward life was one of commitment, involvement, and motivation. Joan shared that Irene always had a simple solution to every problem. If you had deer problems then get a dog, overrun with mice – get a cat, a whole lot of worthless wool then use it for mulch around your trees – although I understand Pat wasn’t so sure that was a good idea. No problem was too big and no one was too small.

Irene was a very determined person and always fought for what she believed in. This was demonstrated over and over again in all the organizations to which she committed her time and energy. Irene was instrumental in the formation of the Neutral Hills Agricultural Society. In fact, it was while she and Pat were touring Premier Getty around the newly built Sportex when Irene asked how it would ever get paid for and he advised them to form an Ag Society to help access funds to operate the facility. From the very beginning she was an active member – bench fair, renovations, fund raising, and donations.

Irene had a terrific memory and was a font of knowledge as to what had happened, in what year, what was decided and if it had worked. Perhaps it was her keen memory that prompted her to be part of the Consort Hospital Board for 15 years of which she was chairperson for 10 of those years. Never missing a convention and making certain that the best interest of our local hospital was always a priority. I understand that she held true to her convictions and made sure that if you wanted to have a drink with dinner while you were on hospital business it better not show up on the meal tab! Irene was businesslike in all her dealings. She always had an opinion and she would defend her opinion openly without spitefulness. She had her say and she allowed you to have a different one and never would it come to blows. Two opinions could be discussed without raising voices and without hurt feelings and never would Irene hold a grudge against anyone.

Irene was a 4-H leader for many years and encouraged creativity – give young people a cookbook or some fabric and let them show you what they can make from it. The Consort 4-H Beef club was also under Irene’s leadership and that is where I truly came to recognize her commitment to community and youth. Every member participated in Public Speaking and nobody EVER chewed gum while they were showing their 4-H animal. She truly lived the 4-H motto “Learn to do by Doing” and the 4-H Pledge always clear thinking, loyal and serving striving to improve everything she believed was good for every organization, her community and her country.

The Classroom Agriculture Program was well known in all of Zone 4 and Irene and Joan Isaman would visit the various schools and teach the grade 4 students about agriculture and where food really comes from. Apparently Irene would even bake special treats for the students and even made brownies with ground beef in them. After the kids sampled them she told them what they were made of and the next year when she came back to that school the one student looked at her, scowled, crossed his arms and declared, “I’m never eating anything you bring here again”.

Another passion for Irene was politics and she did the enumeration and acted as Deputy Returning Officer for both Provincial and Federal elections. She knew where everyone lived and with whom and loved to visit the older bachelors for some good old Cowboy coffee.

Irene was a great multi-tasker, she could pick peas, bake bread, check the new lambs and talk on the phone and never miss a thing.

There really wasn’t anything she couldn’t do – gardening, scrap booking, knitting, sewing, cooking and baking – Irene made wonderful brown bread, real mincemeat and “the best muffins”. Suzanne shared that her mom made so many muffins she actually bought the muffin papers by the case and her special boys Darrion, Laine and Hunter knew exactly where to look for fresh ones in Nana’s pantry.

Irene was very proud of and loved her family. Pat and Irene did everything possible together, Western Stock Growers Association, Alberta Beef Producer, anything agricultural related and she loved the ranch life that may have started with the brome seed years before. She always supported Sean and Suzanne in all their activities always encouraging them to try new things – even if it was something she was terrified of – apparently Irene didn’t like riding horses – Sean and Suzanne learned to ride, afraid of heights – then it would be skiing in the mountains and a ride on the chairlift, I understand Irene preferred cross country skiing as she could stay closer to the ground. Conquer your fears by encouraging others. Even when cancer reared it’s ugly head her attitude was never IF but rather WHEN. A favourite saying for Irene was two arms, two legs and a heartbeat is all it takes. Both Sean and Suzanne suspect that they may have inherited some of these strong characteristics from their mom and these traits will carry on through the next generation.

Irene’s DASH was always active. She accepted that she had a part to play and enjoyed it. Loving what you do is one of the most important keys to living a “true and real” Dash. Irene lived her DASH with passion, savouring the small pleasures while making big plans.

To quote Pericles “What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” In closing the words to an old song keep going through my head “Irene, good night Irene, I’ll see you in my dreams”. May the good Lord hold you and keep you safe till we meet again.

Carl August Melin

(Aug. 4, 1924-May 25, 2011)

On Wednesday, May 25, 2011, Carl Melin of Czar, passed away at the Wainwright General Hospital at the age of 86 years.

He is survived by his loving family; his wife, Carole of Czar; five children, Ralph (Mary) Melin, of Calgary, Deanna Elgie of Alhambra, Steven (Corinne), Sherwood Park, Art (Lorraine), Wainwright, Mike (Joy), Wainwright; ten grandchildren, three great grandchildren; one sister, Gertrude Wea- therly of Rimbey, one sister-in-law, Marian Melin, of Czar, as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

He was predeceased by his parents, Art and Julie, his first wife, Norma; one son, Lloyd; an infant great grandson, Brandon; two brothers, Walter and Nels; one sister-in-law, Audrey.

The funeral was held Saturday, May 28th at 2:00 p.m. from the Czar Community Hall with Pastor Eleanor Ness officiating. Interment in Czar Lutheran Cemetery.

Memorial contributions may be made to the Czar Emanuel Lutheran Church or the charity of one’s choice.

Creech’s Funeral Home in care of arrangements. Condolences: www.creechs funeralhomes.com

James Melvin McLean

(July 17, 1939 – May 25, 2011)

James Melvin McLean was the eldest son of Arthur and Magdelina McLean. Jim was born on July 17, 1939 at Consort, Alberta. He lived in Consort with his family which included two brothers Donnie and Bob and two sisters Carol and Elaine until 1967 when Art and Maggie moved to the Bonnyville area to farm. Jim moved with them and helped run the farm until 1999 at which time he came to Coronation to live with his brother Donnie and his family just outside of town. Jim’s life was a bit different as he was helping look after horses instead of cows and sharing a trailer with teenage boys.

Jim lived a very simple life but what he did he enjoyed thoroughly. Some of those were: being outside and puttering around the yard, chatting with the animals and playing fetch with the dog Mo; neither one ever seemed to get tired of the game. He had time to put his love of woodwork to practise and enjoyed making his ornamental hayracks and bird houses. Daily trips to town to play pool with the guys at the drop in center; sporting his very own pool cue he would be off to play after lunch ending with a coffee before coming back home for supper. Watching Steven and Ryan play hockey, even though sometimes he wasn’t quite sure which ones they were. He also liked fishing and would get out to the dam a few times a year to spend the afternoon seeing what he could catch.

In 2004 Jim made his last move which was into the Prairie Rose Assisted Living in Coronation. He was so proud of his own place and was very happy there; keeping his room neat and tidy. EVERYTHING HAD ITS PLACE.

He continued his woodworking out in the shed where he was able to keep his tools and have a place to work. In the last few years Jim traveled with his good friends Linda Goulet and Elaine Vanderburg. Linda drove them on trips to visit his mom in Lacombe and to brother Bob’s in Wainwright, various rodeos and stampedes. He was always excited to attend functions at the Zinger Barn. Listening to old LP records on the stereo purchased at a garage sale (another fun thing) was a favourite; always adding to his collection whenever he came across some to look through. Time spent with Elaine was the highlight of Jim’s world and she made his life complete.

Jim was predeceased by his father Art in 1999 and sister Carol in 1998. He leaves to mourn his mother Maggie from Lacombe, brother Donnie (Leanne) of Coronation, sons Kevin (Michelle Scheffelmaier) their children Bradan and Brandt, David (Holly Lowis) their children Shayla and Tyson, Ryan (Amber Buniak) their children Zoe and Mason, Steven (Tonya Logan) their children Logan & Maddox, brother Bob (Debbie Mennell) of Wainwright, son Scott (Kelly Carey), their children Cole and Chase and daughter Trish (Geoff Partsch) their children Tyler and Leland, sister Elaine (Terry Calder) of Edmonton, children Stanton and Laura. Brother-in-law Keith Campbell (Carol), their sons James, Duncan (Lorraine Grubisic) and Trevor; as well two wonderful friends Elaine Vanderburg and Linda Goulet.

Funeral services were held at Trinity United Church, Coronation, Alberta with Rev. Sue Hertell officiating. Musicians Margaret Evans and Barbie Evans played for the congregational hymns. Terry Belcourt gave a memorable tribute of Jim’s life to all those in attendance. A special musical selection “He Ain’t Heavy Hes My Brother” by the Hollies was played. Family and friends gathered in the lower hall of Trinity for a time of fellowship and a luncheon. Jim will be laid to rest at Lake Road Cemetery beside his father Arthur McLean.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with the care and arrangements.

William ‘Bill’ Tainsh

(March 21, 1936-May 31, 2011)

It is with deep sadness that we announce the passing of “Big Bad Bill”. Bill will be lovingly remembered by his wife of 45 years, Gladys; his children, Joanne (Bob), Bill Jr. (Fay), Dave (Doris), Darryl (Jeni); grandchildren, Brad, Melissa, Justine, Cameron, Kyle, Noah and Madeline; brothers, George (Mary), Bob (Audrey), and sister, Isabelle (Marin) Deleff, along with many other relatives, good friends and his special four legged friend, Sasha.

Bill was predeceased by his father, Bill, mother, Chris, brother, Jack and sister, Ann.

Our memories of Bill will be of his zest for life and his ability to always get the job done!

We would like to thank the staff of Unit 53 at the Grey Nuns Hospital for their care, and a special thank you to Bill’s niece, Wanda, for all of her time, love and support.

A Celebration of Bill’s life was held on Monday, June 6, 2011 at 11:00 a.m. at Connelly-McKinley Sherwood Park – Mill Woods Funeral Home, 4820 Meridian Street, Edmonton (Meridian Street is accessed off of Anthony Henday 216 South). Interment of ashes will take place at a later date in Lake Road Cemetery.

As Bill was the founder of “The Hec Gervais Scholarships” we would ask that in lieu of flowers, memorial donations be sent to the scholarship foundation c/o 878 Proctor Wynd, Edmonton, AB, T5T 6P8.

To send condolences: www.fostermcgarvey.com

Foster and McGarvey Funeral Home, Sherwood Park – Mill Woods Chapel.

Memories

Given by his daughter, Joanne Kokoroyannis

On behalf of Gladys and all of our family we would like to thank everyone that has come out today, as well as to those that were not able to make it, but are with us in spirit, to remember and celebrate the life of my dad Bill Tainsh.

My dad, was always a man that was larger than life’. He was someone that we could love to love or love to love to hate’and at times we could experience both all within a matter of minutes.

He was never a man that would back down from any challenge, and if you ever needed to get something accomplished Bill was your man. Being the great organizer that he was, he would often delegate. I remember one time that he had asked me to book a hotel room for him. Something big was going on in the city he was travelling to. I called all day to try to find him a room. I went in to tell him that I had had no luck. He went off on some crazy rant telling me that was impossible, then proceeded to pick up the phone, make a couple of calls and in no time had a room booked and couldn’t understand why there had ever been a problem.

Over the last several weeks, there have been a lot of tears shed, but there have also been a lot of memories and laughter shared. I would like to share a few of the memories I have of my Dad:

‘As a kid growing up we had a weekend ritual – we would head out to the Kadatz’s farm down 50th street, where we boarded our horses. We would spend hours running in the fields being yelled at, driving cars, honking horns, just trying to outsmart those horses to round them up – seems like they always had our number! In the end we always caught them, and every time it was all worthwhile as we saddled them up to go for a long horseback or buggy ride. The best part was always our stop at the country store where would buy all of the fixings for bologna sandwiches to go with our beers.

‘Every year at Christmas time, no matter how cold it was, (and believe me there were years when it was cold!) we could always look forward to hooking up his team of horses and going on a sleigh ride with my dad leading us in singing his favorite carols

‘ If ever there was a celebration or special occasion, Dad loved to send flowers. There were many times that flowers would arrive from him. I remember when Melissa turned 21, he and Gladys were in Hawaii, and he Fed Exed her the biggest box of the most amazingly beautiful orchids.

‘I remember so many times listening to Dad entertain a crowd with his rendition of “The Auctioneer Song”

‘And it didn’t matter where I went with him, there was always somebody that he knew

‘The door was always open at Dad & Gladys’ place. He would love for friends and family to stop by for a visit and to have a cup of tea or a cold beer.

‘He always enjoyed taking drives in the country to see how the hay fields were coming along, visit with neighbors and check to see what was on the side of the road that might be for sale – that was always scary!!!

‘Over the last few years, as Dad’s health started failing, I would frequently get several calls a day from him, sometimes the calls were within minutes of each other because he didn’t remember that he had just called. Each time it was just to say Hi, see how we were doing and the call would always end with I love you, have a WONDERFUL day Jo!

Our lives won’t be the same without you around Dad, but we promise that you will always be in our hearts’ and as we carry on, we will try our darndest to live with the same zest for life as you have lived yours.

Bill Tainsh

Given by his son,

Dave Tainsh

Bill Tainsh, William, Big Bad Bill, Uncle Bill, Grandpa & Dad, these are some of the ways we would address my Dad, along with a few other way that I would rather not mention on this day.

My dad played hard, he worked hard and Partied harder, we all know he could party hard. Even as the dementia was taking over his brain, he still managed to put together a perfect performance of the auctioneer song last year in BC at my brother’s 50th birthday party.

He did a lot of singing over the last 3 weeks, singing to all the nurses at unit 53 at the Gray Nuns hospital, singing happy birthday to my daughter on the phone the day of her birthday and then again a few days later after asking “what day is it Brad” It’s May 24th Grandpa. Isn’t that Justine’s Birthday and before anybody could answer him he broke out into a loud and clear version of happy birthday.

I have some great memories of my dad growing up. Christmas at the farm. At the race track watching his horses, if they won he was a great trainer if they lost there was something wrong with the driver which for the most part just so happened to be my brother Bill.

I remember working for him during my summer holiday in the late 70’s keeping his buses clean, traveling with the ball team, moving the horses from the farm to the race track. It was always very interesting and I did a lot of growing up in those years.

My dad taught all of his kids how to drive. The only problem with that was we were only 12 years old when he figured that if we drove he could have a quick snooze before the next big event.

When I got my learners drivers license I’m sure that was the main reason he wanted me to come up the summer of 78. I would drive him everywhere, while he would just have to have a little snooze.

On one particular summer night we were running late for a fastball game in Camrose. We left the farm and he looks at me and says with his always calm voice, “we have a 1 hour drive that needs to be squeezed into 45 minutes. Do you know what I mean David?” He went to sleep only to wake up 10 minutes later, looks at the speedometer and says you are not going to make it at that speed son now hurry up I can’t be late. Sure enough when we were 10 km from Camrose I get clocked doing 125km in a 100km zone. The officer come to the window and asked me what was my hurry I just told him the truth MY DAD TOLD ME I HAD TO BE IN CAMROSE BEFORE THE TOP OF THE HOUR. The officer looks in the window right at my dad and even before he could ask him a question, my dad yells out don’t look at me I was sound asleep officer I had no idea he was going that fast. The officer let me off with a warning that night. But the best part was when I started to drive again he looks at me and says, Son I know I told you to hurry but you need to have enough common sense to slow down when you’re getting close to where you’re going.?? Or another time, early one morning we were taking a bus down to Red Deer for a road trip with the ball team. He got the bus just outside of Edmonton and yells out, David come here, grab onto the wheel. He stands up and says sit down son. I look at him ????? I sit down. Dad I don’t now how to drive a bus. He says keep in the right lane and don’t pass anybody, I’m going for a sleep, wake me up when we get close to Red Deer. So there I was at the age of 14 driving a greyhound bus down the number 2 highway.

Even over the last 3 weeks of his life we had some great laughs with my dad. Two Saturday nights ago my sister and I were sitting in his room about 9:30 p.m. at night. We told him we were going to leave for the night and his come back was “you sit down, be quiet and I dam well will tell you when you can go.” There was never any doubt on what side of the fence my Dad was on, if you were on the other side of the fence you were on the wrong side.

On the following day Joanne, Missy and I got to the hospital and he was determined to go to the beach that day to do some sun tanning. We asked the nurse if we could get him in his chair and take him outside on this beautiful day, she agreed and outside we went. He enjoyed his time at the beach that day outside of the hospital and in his typical Bill Tainsh fashion as I pushed him by these two ladies that were sitting on a bench, he says to me David will you look at these two good looking ladies.

Dad as I say goodbye to you today I will forever miss hearing your voice. With your pain now gone you can enjoy watching from above your grandkids growing up.

Love, your son David

Eulogy

Given by his grandson, Brad Kokoroyannis

William Bregan Tainsh “Big Bad Bill” was born on March 21st, 1936 in Consort, Alberta to Bill and Christina Tainsh. Bill grew up on the family farm about five miles out of Consort along with his brothers and sisters: Jack, George, Bob, Ann and Isabelle. Growing up was not easy, times were tough. Grandpa spoke of days where the family would be hungry, waiting for the chickens to lay eggs in order to eat, and the versatility of burlap sacks and the ability to craft one into a shirt. In his younger days, Bill developed a love for his favorite things in life: curling, softball, a strong cup of tea, singing, dancing and working hard. Bill worked in and around Consort with his brother George, doing everything and anything. The community knew Bill as a person who was always there to help friends and family. He was very proud of his Consort roots.

Bill married his first wife Darlene, and had four kids: Joanne, Bill Jr., Dave and Darryl in the Consort and Stettler area. During this time, at age twenty-three, Bill became an agent with Sun Life Insurance. Three years later it was time to take his local business to the city. Bill moved to Edmonton in 1962 and shortly after, became one of Sun Life’s youngest managers in the company’s history. This was the true beginnings of an adventurous forty-some year long career in the Insurance industry.

In Edmonton, Bill met and fell in love with Gladys and married her in 1965. They settled in Edmonton and began really what can only be described as their life adventure.

“Big Bad Bill” was very confident of always being able to get the job done, the right way, and his way” In 1975 he left Sun Life to create his own Agency. Along with business partners, he opened Taisco Agencies. I’m not really sure how to describe all of the years that followed except that it was a wild ride of high and lows, long hours of hard work, epic parties, meeting an uncountable number of people, there was sweat, tears and there were many laughs. Bill was recognized with numerous awards and qualified for many conferences and conventions that let him travel and see the world.

For most, managing a business would have been enough, but Bill continuously had his side-projects. Bill owned and operated Monarch Bus Lines and the Edgerton Oasis hotel. He graduated from Auctioneering school and had several large auctions, that he staffed from his “staffing-agency” mainly comprised of Bill’s family and friends. Bill was a Justice of Peace, had several stints in radio broadcasting and it never really caught on, but cars actually cost less at the highway 14 used car lot which always seemed to be on Grandpa’s farm!

Bill was a busy man but he always made time for three of his hobbies: softball, curling and horses. He was extremely passionate about all three sports.

Bill played softball through his school days in Consort and continued playing in fastball leagues when he moved to Edmonton. In 1972 he co-founded the Western Major Fastball League which had teams from Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba that competed to win the prestigious Tainsh Cup. He owned the Edmonton Monarchs and expanded the league as commissioner and eventually the league was ten teams strong. After selling the Monarchs, he formed the Red Deer Corvettes who were the Western Major Fastball League champions in 1976. His dedication to fastball in Western Canada was recognized in 2008 when he was honored and inducted into the Softball Alberta Hall of Fame as a Sport Builder.

Fastball was over in the fall and this meant Bill had all this spare time in the winter, so he curled competitively. Bill played front end for Alberta curling greats. In 1969 and 1970 his mixed teams represented Alberta and won back to back O’Keefe National Mixed Championships. In 1970, he played lead for Alberta’s Hec Gervais, placing second at the MacDonald’s Brier. He was involved with local curling for the rest of his life through volunteering and by co-founding the Hec Gervais Academic and Curling Scholarship Foundation.

Somehow, Bill still found the time to commit himself fully to harness racing. He grew Triple B Stables to well over a hundred horses in its prime. Bill’s horses made many trips to the winner circles across Western Canada. One of his proudest moments was when Herbert Dundee broke the two minute mile at Assinaboia Downs. Even in the last couple of years, Bill could not stay away from the sport and kept two standardbreds he was training and kept a positive attitude that the two were going to be stars. Bill continuously drove to watch the races, wherever the meet was in Alberta.

His passion for racing, spawned from his love for the horses themselves. In fact, anything that was furry with four legs had a special place in his heart. Along with Gladys, Bill kept an immaculate, beautiful farm that was his most favorite place in the world.

I knew that the only place that I could write this speech was in Grandpa’s barn loft, and before I started I drove over to the old A-frame just to reminisce. While I was driving back I started to laugh to myself because I thought of the fact that as people get older, they tend to move south. As Bill got older, he and Gladys did move south, twice. But where most people move thousands of kilometers South, Bill and Gladys picked up shop and just moved south from one piece of neighboring land to the next.

Nonetheless, whether it was the A-frame at the top of the hill with the round barn inside the track, the farmhouse with the red barn, or Bill’s final home, he loved his land. His yard was always pristine, the grass cut, the barn swept, the fences white and the track grated. All of the equipment had to be properly parked and everything no matter how big or small had its place. The horses, dogs, cats and sometimes even a llama always had full tummies, fresh water and lots of space to roam.

Bill and Glady’s home has always been open to everybody but if you’d show up, Bill always had something for you to do and it was always rewarded with a beer and usually a delicious meal. I think people love the farm as much as Bill did, because whether it was a family member, friend or neighbor, Bill seemed to always have company. Although, I think it’s appropriate to say that Bill loved to be the one hosting company. Honestly who would even consider building a barn without a fully functional party loft and dance floor?

Bill hosted family reunions, birthday parties, Christmas’, graduation parties and all sorts of celebrations for all sorts of reasons. He loved hooking up his team and taking everybody for a wagon or sleigh rides. Bill would find any reason to show off his pride and joy, and he always had a beautiful team of Belgiums or Percherons and would always make sure that they were sporting Cousin Mars Scotch Horns. Even in the last couple of weeks in the hospital, Grandpa would be driving his team from his hospital bed. They made him the happiest.

A man from humble beginnings made the most of his life, and for seventy five years Bill Tainsh enjoyed every second of it. Last Tuesday the world became a quieter place. Big Bad Bill was a big person. His voice was big, his presence was big and his heart was the biggest. I think if Grandpa was here right now I think he’d be sizing up this audience and thinking he was in proper company and he’d be gearing up to sing The Auctioneer Song’ One last time.

Grandpa, I love you. I am so proud to not only have been your grandson but also a great friend. You are already missed but most importantly, you will be celebrated. I know you have got Zing and Zang all hooked up and waiting with the wagon to eventually pick us all up.

Doris Isabel (Blair) Heatherington

(Jan. 26, 1926-June 10, 2011)

Doris was the second of O.M. and Hazel Blair’s five children. She was born in Cereal, Alberta and raised on the family homestead near Naco, where she received her early education. She attended Camrose Lutheran College and Calgary Normal College and at the age of eighteen, began her teaching career in a one-room schoolhouse (grade 1-9) in Sedalia.

On August 20, 1946 she married Gilbert the “love-of-her-life” and they moved to New Brigden, where she taught school until the birth of Diane in 1948. Gayle followed in 1951, Allan in 1953, Shelley in 1959, and Blair in 1963. Her family became the focus of her life, and a constant source of joy and pride. Always a “teacher”, she held high expectations for all of her children. She rejoiced in their triumphs, yet, she was always there, and understood and comforted them when challenges arose. After her family was raised, she returned to teaching part-time in New Brigden and found working with children with special needs particularly fulfilling.

The Heatherington household was always filled with music! Whether it was around a campfire with family and friends, in the Church Choir in Arizona, or a fun-filled sing-song with good friends after a dance, laughter and harmonized voices could be heard often into the wee hours of the morning. She also enjoyed drama, and was a cast member in several of the Drama Club’s musical productions in New Brigden. She and Gilbert absolutely loved to dance as well, and made a striking couple as they danced the “Old Time Waltz”, or a brisk Fox Trot. Although she had very little formal musical training herself, she had a very good musical ear, and over the years she taught piano lessons to several young students in the New Brigden area. It was “expected” that all of her own children would also learn to play an instrument, and it was she who ensured that “daily practices” took place.

She spent many happy hours tending her vegetable garden and flowers, and was a wonderful cook. Doris was a member of Serenity Chapter, Order of the Eastern Star (Oyen Chapter) and for many years was an active member of the New Brigden Community Club and the U.C.W. She enjoyed camping and fishing (if they were catching fish!), and became quite proficient in golf after she retired. Doris and Gilbert spent the winters in Apache Junction, USA where they continued to enjoy good times that were spent with their many faithful friends.

In 2004, when it became apparent that she required specialized care, Doris moved to the Oyen Extended Care. Her family will be forever grateful to the exceptional staff members for their wonderful care, compassion and tenderness that they showed to her when she was there.

Doris was predeceased by her parents O.M. and Hazel Blair; daughter Shelley in 1989; and brother Joffre in 2010.

She leaves to cherish her memory, her loving husband of sixty-four years Gilbert; her daughters Diane (Dwight) Dehne of Markham, Ontario, Gayle (Gordon) Johnsen of Oyen; sons Allan (Barb) Heatherington and Blair (Kim) Heatherington; son-in-law Dale (Shaunna) Huston; sister Marjorie (Bobby); brothers Jack (Elaine) of Swan River, Manitoba, Doug (Pat) of Calgary; and sister-in-law Marj Blair of Hanna. She will also be sadly missed by her fifteen grandchildren, thirteen great-grandchildren, several nieces and nephews and many dear friends.

Today we celebrate her life and find great relief knowing that she is finally free and at peace. Henceforth, she will joyfully sing and dance with angels!

Funeral Service was held Friday, June 17, at the New Brigden Community Hall in New Brigden, Alberta. Officiating Clergy were Rev. Helen Reed and Rev. Catherine Holland. Marvel Jorgenson was the organist with Ralph Jorgenson as song leader. A family tribute was given. Hymns were “Abide With Me”, “23rd Psalm” and “Amazing Grace.” Honorary Pallbearers were Doris’ grandchildren.

Memorial tributes may be directed to the Canadian Alzheimer’s Society, 401 D – 3rd St SE, Medicine Hat, Alberta, T1A 0G8; or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the memorial service family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the New Brigden Community Club in the New Brigden Community Hall.

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

Emilia Quadros

(March 10, 1925 – June 19, 2011)

Emilia Piedade Fermina Quadros of Medicine Hat, passed away on Sunday, June 19, 2011, at the age of 86 years; beloved wife of the late Manuel Quadros.

She leaves to cherish her memory her children, Agnel (Cecilia) Quadros of Bamberg, Germany, Bernadette (Lawrence) Pinto of Toronto, Claire Ackland of Bristol, England and Dorothy Samuel of Medicine Hat; eight grandchildren, Andreas Quadros (Stephanie Haifnir), Sussane Quadros, Giles (Marlene) Pinto, Jeff Pinto, James Ackland, Aqil Samuel, Saad Samuel and Sabrina Samuel; five great grandchildren, Gabrielle Pinto, Ellis Pinto, Aden Samuel, Xavier Samuel and Laura Haifnir as well as numerous cousins, nieces, nephews and their families all in India. She was predeceased by her parents, Anna and Caetano Dias; her husband, Manuel in 1991 and her brother, Josephat Dias.

Approximately 20 years ago, Emilia emigrated to Canada. She was always involved in helping the needy people she found in her life and was one of the founders of a Hospice in Pakistan.

Emilia liked to play cards and bingo and was always active in the Roman Catholic church.

Family and friends gathered for prayers in the Pattison Chapel on Friday evening, June 24 at 7:00 p.m. The funeral mass was celebrated at Holy Family Parish (1451 Strachan Road SE Medicine Hat) on Saturday, June 25, 2011 at 10:00 a.m. with Fr. Roque Pereira celebrant. Interment took place in the Corpus Christi Catholic Cemetery, Consort, Alberta.

As an expression of sympathy donations may be made to: The Society of St. Vincent De’Paul, P.O. Box 24054 RP Crestwood, Medicine Hat, AB. T1A 8M8.

To e-mail an expression of sympathy, please direct it to: pattfh@telusplanet.net subject heading: Emilia Quadros, or you may visit http://www.gonebutnotforgotten.ca and leave a message of condolence.

Arrangements are by the Pattison Funeral home and Crematorium, 540 South Railway St. SE, Medicine Hat, AB. T1A 2V6.

Eulogy for

Emilia Piedade Quadros

by Giles Pinto

How do you account for a life?

How do you reckon with a personality that has impacted so many others over such a long period of time?

These are the questions we need to ask when considering the life and personality of Emilia Quadros, our Nana Millie.

My name is Giles Pinto. I have the privilege of being Nana’s first grandchild, something of which I was always reminded.

She was a great woman, but it would be impossible in this limited time to enumerate and describe all of her admirable qualities, and I suspect that Nana would find that a little annoying. Although at one level she would be delighted, and one of her sly, secret smiles might emerge.

So, I need to make some kind of sense of the person we have come to remember, but I also need to make it brief and to the point, in other words, I am creating a doilie for this occasion rather than a full sweater.

In order to do this, I will borrow from Nana herself. You see, she had a gift for simplicity, and it could be annoying at times. But, the older I get, the more I come to realize that this kind of simplicity can be a powerful asset.

As an example, consider a common dilemma that I faced myself not too long ago. How do you name your children well? Well, Nana and Pop hit upon a simple yet profoundly effective solution. They started at the beginning of the alphabet and went from there. I don’t know how far they intended to go in this endeavour, but they got through the first four letters in Agnel, Bernadette, Claire, and Dorothy. And I know we are all glad of that.

Inspired by these names and by these people, who so often reflected pieces of Emilia themselves, I have also organized this eulogy by using the four cornerstones of the alphabet. Since I am an english teacher, this was a task definitely within my reach.

To begin with, ‘A’ is for awareness for most of her life, Nana seemed aware of almost everything around her. Whether this meant the latest gossip or a troupe of marauding monkey’s coming for her prized mangos in Goa, virtually nothing escaped her. This was not always a blessing since Nana’s hyper-awareness meant that you had to be careful what you said around her, even when you thought she wasn’t listening. Especially when you thought she wasn’t listening. At the same time, Nana’s keen awareness gave her a perceptive understanding of the world around her and those within it. This distinctive quality permitted a semi-educated young woman from a tiny village in a crumbling imperial outpost to adapt herself to a wide array of peculiar social situations, and not only did Nana adapt: she became an integral part of these relationships.

The first major one of course, was her arranged marriage to a man far older than her, whose own generosity of spirit Nana came to share, albeit in her own unique way. Due to that relationship, Nana ended up in another imperial outpost, where she managed to become a key member of the community despite not one but two language barriers.

Fast forward several decades and Nana was bringing that same awareness and sense of community to bear on the other side of the world, making her a beloved figure in both Consort and Medicine Hat.

‘B’ is for belief. There is no question that Nana lived her Catholic faith through her joy in life. When she said, as she often did, that she would pray for you, Nana meant it and her prayer beads will appropriately be with Nana forever.

Her strong beliefs extended as well to her family. Nana believed fervently in every one of us and in what we could accomplish.

She also believed in progress and in her capacity to make it happen, whether this meant bringing electricity to a village in Goa or getting a bench installed on her walking path beside the river that runs not far from here.

The idea of getting things done brings us to ‘C’, which stands for charity. Nana’s desire to help others was evident from even her earliest years, when she would attempt to provide aid to those in her family or her community experiencing physical distress or other forms of pain.

Nana’s sensitivity to others inspired her to consider a career as a nurse. But this was denied to her. Undaunted, Nana found other ways to serve. Her foundational role, along with Pop, in the Jospice Movement is probably well known to many of you.

Yet Nana’s personal acts of charity were even more remarkable. She continually opened herself and gave her time to those in need. This sometime made it difficult for Nana’s immediate family to get and keep her attention. To paraphrase what my cousin said, from many years ago, we were often tempted to tell outsiders to get their own grandma’s.

Nana was such a wonderful grandmother because she was so devoted. So the ‘D’ is for devotion.

Nana made a full and passionate commitment to her duties in life, both as a wife and as a parent. So much so that Nana’s intensity would seem intrusive.

But we all benefited as well from her obsessive intensity.

Anybody who tasted Nana’s sorpatel, samosas, or shrimp curry could attest to this. The same could be said for anyone who received one of her knitted creations.

It is clear that Nana passed onto all of us her intensity and focus. And this has served us well in making something of our lives.

More than that, though, there was her devotion to the principle of loving others.

She taught us to love.

She was love.

And the traces of her love will be with us always.

Raymond William David Forbes

(March 20, 1933-June 25, 2011)

Eulogy

– read by Maynard Wiens

Raymond William David Forbes was born March 20th, 1933 at the farm home near Hatton, Saskatchewan. He was the fourth child and only son of William and Alma (Stahl) Forbes. His first years were spent on the family farm where he and Lill helped their dad with the chores. Rays passion for horses began during these years. He attended school at Hatton where his friends were the main interest.

In 1945 the family moved to the Jerry McCarthy Ranch at the foot of the Neutral Hills. He attended Neutral Valley School until grade nine. At this time the farm and ranch activities became his lifestyle. He enjoyed working with his Dad and their herd of black Angus Cattle and all aspects of farming. After his mom passed away in 1977, he took over the farm where he and his dad carried on.

He especially enjoyed music, singing and playing the guitar. Time spent at family gatherings in his music room or jam sessions were always a highlight. He was a member of the Neutral Hills Gun Club and looked forward to the fellowship of fellow shooters. He also spent many hours at the Old Consort Hospital Museum, painting, sawing and hammering while visiting with Rick and the others.

He spent time helping to prepare for the annual trail rides at Sortlands’, whether fixing fence, mapping the route, fixing wagons and training horses. His friend, Chrissie, shared his enthusiasm, whether it be riding horses or helping with the evening trail ride musical entertainment.

When family reunion was mentioned he was always there whether in the States or Canada. In 1995 he hosted one at the ranch. Family was always important to him.

He always remembered his nieces and nephews. He would arrive with ice cream, a box of oranges or their favourite candy. Birthday time was special and even when he was at the hospital he made arrangements for a special birthday cake to arrive for each of his sisters’ birthdays.

Even though he missed the ranch after entering the hospital, he looked forward to visits from his friends and neighbours. He always kept current with their activities. He had always appreciated his neighbours and would schedule his work to be free to assist them with activities such as branding.

His pride and joy were his cattle and his blue-heeler pup, Blue, who was always anxious for a ride to the pasture or to town.

Raymond’s Family

Surviving family include his four sisters, Ella, Lillian, Vera and Marjorie.

Ella (Earl) Kropinske of Monitor, and family: Bill (Bev) Kropinske and family: Barb (Trevor) Bitzer and children Andria, Miranda and Braden, Brad (Cheryl) Kropinske and children Davin and Makenna; Sharon (Maynard) Wiens and family: Chandy Wiens and child Aliya, Shawn (Danielle) Wiens and children Kylie, Dom and Ryder, Darcy, Dustin; Bob (Holly) Kropinske and family Ty, Guy, Shania and Mark.

Lillian (Dick) Funk of Stettler, and family: Richard (Brenda) Funk and family: Heather (Dustin) Doyle and family Austin, Lily Belle and Breanna Marie, David (Nicole) Funk and children Kestyn, Kadron and Kirin, John; Judy (Wayne) Scheible and family, Crystal Scheible, Tina (Jason) Rak – child Kaitlyn, Steven (Jolene) Scheible – child Alexi; Garry (Deb) Funk and children Nick and Dylan; Douglas Funk and children James, Ross and Eric.

Vera (Pat) Connell of Innisfail, and family: Donald (Mary) Connell and family: Sandra (Steven) Wurch, Danielle; David (Sheila) Connell and family, Crystal (Ryan) Krauss and children Kale and Paige, Tiffany, Chantel, Scott; Stanley (Cheryl) Connell and family, Calvin (Crystal) and children Dexter and Dalyce, Christopher, Michael; Louise Connell and children Julie and Joey; Noreen (Kim) Neyrinck and children Ashley and Cody.

Marjorie Schacher of Monitor, and family: Bryce (Marie Anne) Schacher and children: Lennette (Wade) McAllister and children Whitney and Joel, Jeniene (Darrel) Remillard and children Nathan and Niegel; Ellie (Janet) Schacher and children Colby and Jared.

Besides his parents, William and Alma he was predeceased by Jennifer Marie Funk, Wesley Patrick Connell and Warren Schacher.

To commemorate Raymond’s life a funeral service was held on Saturday, July 2, 2011 at 2:00 p.m. at the Consort Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Maynard Wiens gave the eulogy. Steve Sankey, Jim Sortland and nephews gave tributes honouring Raymond. Special music was Pat & Charlotte Gilmer, Tom Carroll, Darryl & Lori Forbes. Active Pallbearers were Richard Funk, Bill Kropinske, Donald Connell, Bryce Schacher, Harry Forbes and Ralph Forbes. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Raymond’s Friends”. The interment was held at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Lunch was prepared and served by the Consort Community Funeral Committee. Memorial donations may be made to the Canadian Cancer Society, 200-325 Manning Rd. N.E., Calgary, AB. T2E 2P5. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Tribute by Steve Sankey

This is how I met and got to know Ray Forbes. I would see him from time to time, but had no idea what his name was and where he lived. One day at the grocery store here in Consort was this guy again shopping. I thought, “Some women are lucky, their husbands do the grocery shopping for them.” Curiosity got the best of me so I approached this man and said, “I have lived in this area all my life and I don’t know who you are, or where you live.” He was very polite and said, “I’m Ray Forbes and I live on the sunny side of the Neutrals.” That was the beginning of a lasting friendship. I also found out that he didn’t have a wife and had to do his own shopping. Whenever we met in town or the auction sale, on the road, or in his house, we seemed to always have a lot to talk about.

The settng of the Forbes Farm on the sunny side of the Neutrals was a sight to behold while driving on Highway 41. The soil looks so fertile and does produce good crops. Ray loved his farm and his black cows. At certain times of the year the cows would go under Highway 41 to pasture on the north side. Ray told me that when his dad and mother were not able to farm, he took over and operated until ill health forced him to quit.

He was a quiet man but did like to visit and talk when I visited him. Mary Readman told me that she and Ray attended the same country school. She also said she knew Ray quite well and he was a very quiet person. I asked Mary if Ray ever asked her for a date, “Oh, no,” she said, “He wouldn’t do that.”

In one of my visits to Ray’s farm I was pleasantly surprised to find a woman in the house. She came to be a helpmate and company for him. All the while that I was there that day, she did all the talking and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, and Ray, well, he never uttered a word. Needless to say, the next time I visited, she was gone, probably for the better.

Most of the time when people visit or socialize they have something to drink. Ray and I liked the same mix so we drank Postum. Some people nowadays don’t know what Postum is. Try it, it is good.

It was about two years ago that Ray began having health problems. I think it was longer than that but nobody knew. Ray carried on working as if there wasn’t anything wrong. As time passed by it was getting very difficult for Ray to do things. He told me that Ellie Schacher was a big help. Cheryl and Stan Connell, the Sortlands and his two sisters, Marjorie and Ella close by at Monitor, were very concerned. As Ray’s health deteriorated, the decision was made to sell the cows.

Ray telephoned me one evening of this last winter and said he was fairly well beat when it came to doing something. He told me how he took the tractor that day and drove into the field to ridge the snow so his road wouldn’t drift in so quickly. Needless to say, he got stuck with the tractor in the field. There was no help around and he couldn’t walk in the snow. He actually crawled on his hands and knees until he got to the road, then slowly walked to the house. It wasn’t long after, that Ray was admitted to the hospital in Consort. I was able to visit him quite a few times. On one occasion when I came to visit he had completely lost his hearing, couldn’t hear anything that was said. It was pencil and tablet for the rest of his stay in the hospital. He told me he couldn’t hear himself talk and was talking too loud. I wrote, “You are doing just fine. Just keep on talking.”

Ray enjoyed the flowers we had brought to him. He really liked them. This probably stemmed from his mother on the farm. I understand she had beautiful flowers in her garden.

Different times when I visited him in the hospital you could stand right beside him before he noticed. He would look up and smile and would say, “Thank you for coming to see me.” He really meant it.

Ray was a quiet man who lived many years by himself. When a person is alone, there are some very lonely hours and days. Most of the time when I was about to leave, I would write a little note of encouragement, promising to see him soon. Then I would write, “I love you, Ray.” His eyes would tear up, he would smile and say, “Thank you, Steve; I really appreciate it.”

Permit me to sermonize a little bit. The word love is something we all need and should live by. There is a chapter in the Bible mainly referred to as the love chapter. It is found in I Corinthians, chapter 13, verses 1 to 13. Verse 13 tells us that there are three things that are very important. They are faith, hope and love, but the greatest is love. Now, I believe if we sincerely exemplified more love in our daily living this little world in which we live would be a better place.

Ray is gone now. I feel very privileged to have been acquainted with him for those few short years. I love you, Ray.

Memories by Great Nephew, Guy Kropinske

These are a few memories of Uncle Ray. Uncle Ray always had animals around him whether it was his cattle, his horses or his dog. He always seemed to be working, never too hard, but still working. (The family noticed his health was failing when he called on Ron to help with his calves and seeding the crop last spring). I also remember Uncle Ray’s music. It seemed he could play any tune you asked him to. I remember fencing with him. He always fed you well and never got mad when you messed up. This past winter I helped Uncle Ray care for his cows. He still came out to feed until he went to the hospital. In his failing health he still cared for his animals and loved his Bad Puppy Blue which would come and visit him at the hospital.

Tribute by Jim Sortland

Ray, as he liked to be called, was born in the West and lived a western life: cows, horses and good bulls. He kept good, four wire fences even when it wasn’t fashionable with some of his neighbours back in the day.

He was honest, hard-working and independent to a fault. Yet he would drop what he was doing and help anyone in an instant. He once made a one hundred and forty mile round trip to help me when my 1/2 ton broke down. I was just a kid, but I was able to get word to him, and he came, no questions asked.

To Ray, a penny saved was a penny earned, and he didn’t have to ask anyone for money. But if you made a trip with Ray, or he with you, it was hard to pay for anything. Many charities and community projects have benefitted from his generosity. He put a lot of time, money and effort into the old hospital restoration. The trail rides and wagon trains, used to raise money, were right up his alley. They involved his three favourite things: horses, people and music.

Music was a big part of Ray’s life, and anytime he could get together with family or friends was truly special for him.

Ray was fairly shy and didn’t like to make a scene or cause trouble for anyone and I can’t think of a time when he ever did. To illustrate how far he would go to avoid putting anyone out, I will relate this incident: Now, Ray detested needles to the point where he hauled a horse to my place to have me give it a needle. But years earlier, Ray had taken his elderly parents in for a flu shot. The nurse assumed that he wanted, and would get one, as well. So he did; much to his discomfort and dismay. I said, “Why didn’t you say no?” Well, Ray said, “She was nice about it and asked me to do it, so I didn’t want to tell her no.” That was Ray. He thought of the other person.

Ray’s regard for animals was the same. He suffered at least one bad horse wreck and was mauled badly by his infamous black cows on two occasions. Yet, he never held it against them, and handled them on a daily basis up to his seventy eighth year.

One time Ray had a pack of five, shall I say “less than pure” cowdogs. I drove up in front of his house door one day, and all hell broke loose, with these dogs growling and barking at me, defending their turf. Ray stuck his head out the door with a big grin on his face and said to me, “you better be careful, Jim, that blue dog will bite you.” At this, his face and voice took on a very serious tone and he added, “Well, you know, he bit me yesterday.” He never considered getting rid of that dog.

Hunting trips, brandings, music sessions, breaking horses, trips to the states to buy a horse trailer and many other things. Now just a memory of our old friend, Raymond Forbes.

Now I’d like to read a piece that my boy, Kit Riley, wrote when he heard that Ray passed away. In it he makes reference to Lucky Charms. Ray had an incurable sweet tooth and this was one of the 100% sugar breakfast cereals that he kept for himself and any lucky kid that happened along.

Kit put down his thoughts, days before my own. So after hearing his insights, I’m sure you will know how strong was Ray’s character, to make such an impression on an eleven year old boy.

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Raymond was a cheerful man. Raymond was a man that didn’t hurt a cow or a horse or a dog. The Raymond that I know, had a heart that cared for everything. Raymond loved his dogs. If a calf lost it’s mother, Raymond would bottle feed it. One day I was at Raymond’s house and he had two calves that he was bottle feeding in his yard.

When I was two or three, Raymond would give me some lucky charms.

Last spring, Raymond rolled his Ranger. Daphne and Kale and Dad and Raymond and I went to look for some stuff that had fallen out. So we looked for his stuff. The first thing I did was I spotted his glasses for him. I’m sure that he was happy about that.

When Ella phoned, she left a message. When I listened to the message, I started to cry. By the time I got to bed, I was bawling so hard.

The first thing I think of when someone says Raymond’s name, is his loveable sense of humour.

I’ll never forget Raymond, as long as I live, I swear to God.

– Kit Sortland

ROSE MERKLEY

(nee Young)

(March 22, 1943 – July 13, 2011)

Rose Merkley passed away in Calgary on Wednesday, July 13, 2011 with her family at her side.

Rose was born in Coronation March 22, 1943 and was raised in Veteran. She was predeceased by her parents, Alfred and Margaret Young, who owned and operated Young’s Quick Freeze in Veteran for many years.

Rose will be sadly mourn-ed and lovingly remembered and missed by her sons, Darryl (Jean) and Derek (Tracy) as well as the pride and joy of her life, her granddaughters, Jenna and Tess. Rose will also be missed by her brother, Brian (Bonnie) and many other relatives and friends.

Rose was a long-time employee of the Royal Bank of Canada and then the Calgary Board of Education, (Crescent Heights High School, where she was the Chief Administrator). Rose enjoyed travelling and was a member of the Royal Canadian Legion in Calgary.

A Memorial Service was held July 23 at 2:00 p.m. at the Royal Canadian Legion, Branch #284, where Rose was a long time member.

Isabelle Deleff

(April 22, 1933 – July 13, 2011)

Eulogy

I’d like to thank Marin and the Deleff family for honoring me with this task. Isabelle was a good friend and I will miss her very much.

Isabella Breingan Deleff leaves to mourn her loss: a loving husband Marin, her children Rick and Brenda Deleff, Doug Deleff, Wanda and Doug Lofstrand, Monica and Ken Shelstad and nine grandchildren, along with brothers George and Mary Tainsh and Bob and Audrey Tainsh and sister in law Gladys Tainsh. She was predeceased by her parents Bill and Christina Tainsh, sister Ann Panchiv, brother Jack along with sister in law Joyce Tainsh, brother Bill Tainsh, and her cherished son Bruce.

Isabella was born to Bill and Christina Tainsh in 1933. Fourth in the family lineup, second daughter; in order it went Jack, George, Ann, then Isabelle, brother Bill and finally brother Bob. Four boys, two girls – a close family unit brought closer by circumstances.

And the circumstances were dire; a young couple, having freshly immigrated from Scotland, farming out in the Special Areas in 1928. They withstood the stock market crash, drought, grasshoppers, hail – every known pestilence was thrown at these people and because money was scarce, they only had their own determination and work ethic to fight with. Through tenacity and an iron will, they managed to stick it out here when many didn’t. Isabelle’s father worked at anything he could: masonry, carpentry, laborers jobs. Once he won the school bus contract but it was George (nine years old) who would get up early, hitch the horses and pick up fellow pupils to take them in to Consort to school. Isabelle was one of those students huddling in the cold wagon on the way to town listening to Bernice Doherty sing. Mother Christina kept the home and a large garden – cooking, sewing and scrambling to make meals. Times were very hard and she would later wonder how she managed to feed all those big boys. And just as things were getting easier’ war was declared.

So these hard times were Isabelle’s formative years – not as good as some had it but it’s hard to imagine worse. There were times when they went hungry – actually went to bed hungry, but they stuck together as a family and made it through to better times. Isabelle recalled in later years what a wonderful woman her mother was – a devout Christian and forgiving, hard working and family minded. I think that Christina was who she aspired to be.

As a youngster Isabelle was quite shy. It’s hard to believe that she had a difficult time talking to people but she became more outgoing as she grew older. She enjoyed doing hair and looking her best and because her mother was good at remaking clothing, she dressed well. After graduation there was no money to go on so she worked in the local Coop, always careful of her appearance and always wearing high heels during her long work days. What people remember of her during those youthful years was her love of dancing – it was always in her. She loved the music, singing and dancing – a love that would be in her until the end. She would be the first on, out on the dancing floor and would be the last one to leave. It was a matter of pride that she would never sit out a dance and in the time I knew her – she never missed the opportunity to go dancing. Nothing would hold her back – not the weather, road conditions or even her own health. If there was a shindig planned, then Isabelle would be there with her dancing shoes on.

Marin was describing the night they met to me. He attended a dance where she was the most popular girl there – because she was such a great dancer and so attractive. He offered to take Isabelle and her friend home but managed to work it so he took the other girl home first – that left him alone with Isabelle. Smooth tactics for a farm boy.

They were married on New Year’s Eve during a blizzard. Brother George had a cast on his leg but he was to drive the bride and maid of honour to the church. He revved the old Plymouth to get through a snowdrift and blew the engine. With a bum leg, George stayed with the car, but the bride and bridesmaid hitched up their lovely dresses and walked to the highway to catch a ride into town. They all made it to the church on time and the group later went on to the New Years Dance to celebrate. This was a common theme in Isabelle’s life: special occasion, anticipation, excitement, looking great, if you come across problems then find a way around them and finally dance the night away.

During the early years, the young couple wintered in California with Marin working at various jobs: carpentry, short order cook, and factory work and they would spend summers on the farm. It was here that she developed a taste – well maybe you-d call it an addiction to soft ice cream. In later years it got so bad that she had difficulty passing a Dairy Queen without turning in. Drive-thru’s just made it easier for her to get some.

For a while they lived on the farm but then they soon moved to Consort and Marin built the house that they have shared all these years. Children came along quickly; first Rick followed by Doug and Wanda eighteen months apart, then Monica three years later and Bruce six years after that. These years were busy ones but insanely happy ones for Isabelle and all her children feel privileged to have had the childhood they had.

They were living beside Pat and Toosie Wiese who also had a young family. Toosie and Isabelle were great neighbors and the closest of friends and they shared most everything they had with each other. Isabelle was able to recount many stories where she and Pat played jokes on each other. Every day she and Toosie had coffee together at least once and the kids played like siblings. She filled her years with caring for her family and home. Laundry for a family of seven, dinners, baking, gardening – all of this kept her busy along with shoveling grain, driving trucks, running for parts, herding pigs and moving cattle – she did it all.

On top of this, Isabelle adopted and cared for other older friends besides. Wanda says that they were blessed to have many grammas because Isabelle offered help to any senior who needed it. This included Gramma Polson, Gramma Fawcett, Grampa Barr and Gramma Day. As children they were often required to mow grass and help others as their mother did – this was good training and made them develop life skills that would be valuable later in life. Isabelle gave seniors help in their home a long time before she was ever paid for it. When she actually got around to working for Home Care she merely carried on her work with a larger clientele. This included Ernie Buxton, Clay and Viola Schooler, Mrs. Robbins, Joe Watson, the Brown brothers, Myrtle Caswell, and special friend Ruby Stillings. People really treasured her help and appreciated what she did for them. But it was never really a job to her because she considered it a pleasure to help people.

Besides all this she was an active member of the United Church Women and long time treasurer of that group. She sang in the church choir, helped to cater at weddings and funerals and was the treasurer for the Consort Solo Club and later the Consort Dance Club.

Then when her children left home she entered a new stage in her life – the going places stage. This is when she and friends arranged trips across Canada and the States. She travelled to the East Coast a number of times, to Expo in Vancouver, a cruise to Alaska, bus trips to Minot, North Dakota and Branson, Missouri and of course yearly trips to Hanna for the Jamboree. There are so many friends, many of them here today that were privileged to accompany this fun, energetic, vivacious woman. If I were to say that she “lived in the moment” I don’t think I’d be far off. Life is so fleeting and the future is so uncertain but Isabelle enjoyed her moments to the fullest. She valued her family and celebrated each one of their accomplishments. She held her friends close and treasured those relationships. From the shopping trips to Stettler with stops for ice cream, to the dances and card parties held each week, to visiting her children in Alberta and Colorado, Isabelle loved every moment in the moment.

What can I say to mark the passing of my dear friend? I’ve spoken about her loves: family, friends and dancing in that order. I’ve mentioned that she loved to help others – and those were not empty offers. She did hair, weeded gardens, vacuumed, did laundry and dishes – anything that her friends needed. In fact she kept a supply of home perms on hand for her ladies. Haircuts and cookies for her nephews, perms and do’s for her friends. I can point out that she had strength of purpose and when she felt she was right there was no stopping her. I watched her battle through a long drawn out law suit with insurance companies – most people would have settled and many people encouraged her to, but she knew she was in the right and won. I could point out a number of times that when she decided on a course of action, nothing would stand in her way. But I think the most remarkable thing about Isabelle is the way she gathered and kept good friends all her life.

There are so many old friends here and they represent relationships established throughout all the years from youth to present day. I know that she would say that there was nothing significant in all of this and yet here we all are today – honoring her memory and supporting Marin and their family through this trying time. What we can say is that Isabelle was a fortunate woman to have family and friends surround her and that we were fortunate to have known her.

Jesus bids us shine with a clear pure light

Like a little candle burning in the night

In this world of darkness so we must shine

You in your small corner and I in mine

The light was strong in her and shone brightly and I feel gifted to have been in her bright light for even a brief time.

The funeral service was held Wednesday, July 20, 2011 at 2:00 p.m. at Knox United Church, Consort with Rev. Pauline Bell officiating. The eulogy was given by Holly Day. Soloist Kathy Fawcett sang “In The Quiet Curve Of Evening” accompanied by Monica Shelstad on the piano. Mrs. Robbie Knight played the organ for the congregation hymns, “Softy & Tenderly”, “In The Bulb There Is A Flower” and “I Danced In The Morning”. Active pallbearers were Rick Deleff, Doug Deleff, Doug Loftstrand, Ken Shelstad, Todd Tainsh and Derek Tainsh. Honorary pallbearers were Pat Wiese and family, Consort Dance Club Members, and all Isabelle’s many lifelong friends. Interment was at Lakeroad Cemetery followed by a time of fellowship and refreshments in the church basement for relatives and friends.

Arrangements were by Heartland Funeral Services Ltd., Innisfail, Alberta.

I was greeted by my loved ones, who had gone on long ago and I’ve got my flower garden right beside my home.

Today my life on earth is past, but here it starts anew and with my arms wide open,

I’ll be waiting here for you.

When tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart, for every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.

Evelyn Bailey

(Nov. 28, 1919-July 18, 2011)

Evelyn Robb (Arthur) Bailey passed away at the Consort Hospital on the 18th of July, 2011 at the age of 91 years.

Evelyn was born on November 28, 1919 at home on the Arthur family farm, NW32 – 35 – 6 – W4. Her Dad had come to Alberta by train in 1918 and bought John Gilberts farm. He went back to Ontario for the winter and in the spring of 1919 he brought his wife, Anne and family back to Alberta.

The family returned to Ontario in their 1928 Chev car in 1937 during the depression, returning in the spring of ’38. Evelyn and her sisters, Anne and Jessie, chose to stay at Galt, Ontario and found work in the many factories being built because of the impending 2nd World War.

In 1939, Evelyn married Roy “Pete” Bailey in Brantford, Ontario and together they had 2 sons, Jim in 1940 and Tom in 1943. They separated in 1944 and Evelyn and her boys returned to Consort.

While they lived on the farm, Evelyn worked at the Co-op Store for Cecil Isaman, then at the telephone office for Mrs. Irene Jupp, followed by a job at the Crown Lumber Store owned by Archie Read. He was good to her and encouraged her to open her own store. She bought a building on the south end of main street from Lillian (DeWolfe) Smyth in 1953. Friends and family helped her renovate the building which also provided a cozy home for herself and Jim and Tom. It had been the First Bank (Credit Union) in Consort and was moved north so that the Royal Bank could be built on its original site. Named Evelyn’s Style Shoppe, it became a very popular store for ladies in Consort and surrounding areas. In 1980, she sold the building to Wilf Buehler and the Consort Enterprise Museum now stands on the site.

Sadly, in 1967 she lost her dear friend, Evert Jolitz, in a car accident near Brooks, Alberta. Evert was the Consort Hotel manager from the late 50’s until his death. He and Evelyn had enjoyed many happy years together including trips to visit family.

In 1980, she married Lorence Robinson in Stettler, Alberta with best friends Doug and Nancy Tainsh standing up with them, followed by a honeymoon in Victoria, B.C. They divorced in 1985 and Evelyn moved to Edmonton. She made many good friends there but in 2004 she chose to move back to the Consort Lodge and about 5 years later she made the Consort Long Term Care her final home.

Evelyn was a talented seamstress and made many of her son’s and grand-children’s western shirts and other clothes. In later years she continued to sew, making personalized quilts and saddle blankets for the family. She also began oil painting and has shared many with family.

Evelyn’s family will all have many special mementos and memories to cherish. We will miss her.

Evelyn is survived by her sons, Jim (Diane) Bailey of St. Paul, Alberta and Tom (Glenda) Bailey of Blackfoot, Alberta; 8 grandchildren, Randy Bailey, Jay Bailey, Nova Bailey, Dona (Lawrence) Lilje, Wayne (Roxanne) Bailey, Robb Bailey, Rhonda (Korey) Reid and Kelly (Todd) Crawford; 12 great grandchildren, Brandi, Laura, Bryanne, Lisa, Brandon, Ashley, Baxter, Devan, Blaze, Shelby-Lynn, McKayla and Charlie. She was predeceased by her parents, Clara and Tom Arthur; her brothers, Willie, Tommy, George and Jimmy; her sisters, Anne and Jessie.

The funeral service to honour Evelyn’s life took place at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Monday, July 25th, 2011 at 2:00 P.M. Officiating was Reverend Pauline Bell. Mrs. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “Rock of Ages”,”The Old Rugged Cross”, and “Amazing Grace” led by the Knox United Church Choir. Memories on behalf of the grandchildren were given by granddaughters, Nova and Kelly. A tribute was given by long time friend Nancy Tainsh. A special musical selection was sang by Jay Simpson. The interment was held at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Active Pallbearers were (Grandson and Great Grandsons) Randy Bailey, Wayne Bailey, Robb Bailey, Brandon Bailey, Baxter Bailey and Devan Bailey. A luncheon followed in the Lower Hall of the church prepared and served by the U.C.W. If friends so desire, memorial tributes may be made in Evelyn’s memory to the Lakeroad Cemetery, Box 309, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0 or to a charity of the donor’s choice. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@ xplornet.com

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

Eulogy

By Nancy Tainsh

I am deeply honored to have been asked to say a few words about Evelyn, my closest friend in Consort.

Evelyn was born in 1919, the youngest of six children. Her parents had lived at Galt, Ontario for ten years, having come from Scotland in 1900. The family then moved west and built a homestead five miles north-west of Consort. Evelyn lost two brothers from drowning – one in Ontario, and Tim at Gooseberry Lake when he was twenty. The others, George, Jessie, Jim and Ann, are deceased now. Evelyn was married and divorced. From this union, there were two little boys, Jim and Tom. Evelyn eventually moved to Consort with her boys. It wasn`t easy raising two children on her own, but Evelyn did a wonderful job and her two boys grew up to be fine young men.

It was in Consort that Evelyn clerked in several stores and then opened up her little two room dress shop in the old Union Bank building. Many of you will remember Evelyn’s dress shop, the only place where you could get a new outfit. She was a beautiful manager, a most pleasing clerk, who was thought of by all as a friend. She could be relied upon to serve her customers with their best interests. It was at this dress shop that I first got to know Evelyn.

When I moved to Consort in 1972, Evelyn became a very good friend of mine. I married Doug Tainsh and he and Lorence Robinson were good friends. We played cards and went to the solo dances at that time. Evelyn and Lorence got married and we had many great times fishing and sight-seeing in their motorhome. The four of us, as well as Tom Wiechnik and Edna, experienced our first plane ride when we went for a holiday to Hawaii. What a wonderful experience for all of us!

Lorence and Doug loved to fish. Lorence had a motor-home and we spent many wonderful summers together. We travelled south to Waterton Lake and north to Prince Albert after attending the wedding of my son, Arnold. Many more trips were made, to Long Lake, Muriel Lake and little Hanson Lake, just west of Provost.

As the men fished, Evelyn and I crocheted afghans and painted pictures of interesting scenery. Evelyn was a great amateur painter and was always glad to see new landscapes, which she loved painting on art board. These were such happy times.

Evelyn and Lorence divorced and Evelyn moved to an apartment in Edmonton. Her new home was very close to a mall, which was the perfect place, for Evelyn loved to shop, especially at Fanny’s Fabrics. When I went to visit Evelyn, we had wonderful times in that mall. Evelyn loved to sew and made all her grandchildren the greatest novelties. She made clothes for herself and for her grandchildren. No one was forgotten at Christmas or birthdays. She had a great imagination when it came to making novelty gifts for anyone. Many of her gifts were of the cowboy theme, for Tom and Jim were both ‘big name’ cowboys.

Evelyn was always very interested in antiques. Her favorite pastime, besides sewing, was shopping for antiques. She had not only one, but three, beautiful cabinets full of antique and modern china. Her grandchildren have many personal pieces which she “discovered” throughout the years.

Evelyn’s trip to Scotland was the highlight of her life. She and sister, Jessie, flew to Scotland to seek out the place where their father and mother had grown up. They were so happy to see the land of their ancestors; this had always been a dream of theirs.

Evelyn returned to Consort in 2000. She enjoyed good health until her back weakened and this took the joy out of doing things she loved. She spent five years in the Lodge and then moved to Long-Term Care in Consort Hospîtal. She remained interested in all she had known and I always looked forward to her Sunday evening phone calls.

Evelyn was a beautiful lady with a ready smile for everyone. She had her ups and downs, but remained cheerful for her 92 years. We will miss her and I know that everyone who was a part of Evelyn`s life will have treasured memories of her, just as I have.

Orval Kelts

(Sept. 28, 1920-July 31, 2011)

Orval Kelts of Red Deer passed away at the Rosefield Extended Care Centre on July 31, 2011 at the age of 90 years.

Orval was born September 28, 1920 on the family farm in Consort. He was the 6th of 7 children born to Harvey and Flora Kelts.

Orval married Sophie (Lupul) in 1952 in Consort, and shortly thereafter started a family. In 1962, the family moved to St. Walburg, Sask. where they farmed for several years before returning to Consort in 1969. In 1979 they made Red Deer their final home where they resided until their passing.

Orval curled competitively for many years, and made many lifelong friends while travelling throughout the province playing horseshoes.

He will be lovingly remembered by his son Harvey (Debbie) Kelts of Red Deer County, daughter Cindy (Harry) Ekkel of Wetaskiwin. Eight grandchildren: Darcy Wiltse, Tina (Kurt) Larsen, Kerry (Angela) Calkins, Jason (Regan) Kelts, Mitchell Calkins, Dan Calkins, Jason (Angela Campbell) Ireland, Kristina (Michael) Poulsen. Four Great grandchildren: Austin and Hayley Larsen, Jaden Kelts-Turgeon, and Trent Poulsen. Orval will be also remembered by his sister Lela. Orval was pre-deceased by: his loving wife Sophie (1935-2002), sons Timothy (1954-1971) and Eddy (1962-1980), brother Doug, sisters Jewel, Gert, Cleona and Myrtle.

The family would like to thank the staff of the Rosefield Extended Care Centre in Innisfail for the care you provided our Dad over the past 10 years. The caring, compassion, respect and dignity you provide to the residents are nothing short of fantastic and did not go unnoticed.

A celebration of Orval’s life was held from the chapel of Parkland Funeral Home and Crematorium, 6287 – 67 A Street (Taylor Drive), Red Deer, Alberta on Saturday, August 6, 2011 at 1:00 p.m. Memorial donations may be made directly to Rosefield Extended Care Centre, 5023 – 42 Street, Innisfail, Alberta, T4G 1A9. Condolences may be sent or viewed at www.parklandfuneralhome.com

Arrangements in care of Dustin Goddu, Funeral Director at Parkland Funeral Home and Crematorium, Red Deer, Alberta.

Evelyn Liknes

(Aug. 18, 1918-Aug. 8, 2011)

(Mary) Evelyn Liknes of Coronation, Alberta passed away on August 8, 2011, in the Coronation Hospital at the age of 92 years. Evelyn was born August 18, 1918 at Monitor, Alberta. She attended Whitton and Minor schools near Monitor.

Evelyn was united in marriage to Harold Julius Liknes on November 9, 1939 and they farmed in the Monitor district until 1963. The family then purchased a farm at Peace River, Alberta, where they farmed for several years until settling near Hoadley, Alberta; where they continued farming until Harold’s death on April 28, 1994. At that time Evelyn sold the farm and moved to Veteran, Alberta where she lived until her move to the Coronation Assisted Living in 2000. In the 11 years spent there, Evelyn received wonderful care, for which she and her family have been deeply grateful.

Evelyn grew up in a musical home, she played mandolin and guitar in the family band. Her quiet easy going manner made her a perfect match for many pioneering adventures with Harold. Together they enjoyed pursuits such as farming, road construction, house moving, trucking, logging, but farming was her great love, especially raising cattle. She always said, “If the crops fail, hang onto the cow’s tail; they will always pull you through.” Evelyn had a great love and talent for growing plants. In the dream home that Harold built for her near Hoadley, she enjoyed tending her plants in the large atrium over the garage. Home was where Evelyn was most comfortable. Her home was her sanctuary, though guests were always welcome. She shared many good times on the farm with her friends and neighbours, especially Sadie Bernes, who lived close by.

Evelyn was predeceased by her parents, John and Ottilia, sisters Irene and Alice, brothers George, Alfred, Thomas, Harold, Donald, and Lyle, husband Harold, daughter Sylvia (Barker), grandson Randy Devereux, and daughter-in-law Dianne (Liknes). Evelyn is survived by her loving family: daughter Carolyn (Harry) Devereux of Veteran, Alberta; Gilbert Liknes of Red Deer, Alberta; Darwin (Janice) Liknes of Innisfail, Alberta, Ron (Janice) Liknes of Veteran, Alberta; 13 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren, son-in-law Brian Barker, 5 sister-in-laws; Fern (George) Cook, Joyce (Don) Cook, Lois (Lyle) Cook, Laura (Jack) Seatter and Lillian Rac. Evelyn was fondly loved and will be sadly missed by family and friends.

A Celebration of Life for Evelyn Liknes was conducted on Sunday, August 14, 2011 at 1:00 p.m. in the Veteran Full Gospel Church, Veteran, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Pat Durksen played for the congregational hymns “O That Will Be Glory” and “Saved By Grace”. Laura Seatter shared many of her fond memories of Evelyn. Harry Devereux gave the eulogy and memories of his mother-in-law. Special Music was “God On The Mountain” by Lorne and Judy Heistad. Soloist Chricinda Devereux sang “What A Day That Will Be”. Active Pallbearers were Grandsons, Myron Devereux, Kalvin Liknes, Neil Liknes, Murray Liknes, Derek Barker and Nathan Bezoplenko. The interment was held at the Veteran Cemetery, Veteran, Alberta. Lunch was served in the Veteran Community Hall and was prepared by the Full Gospel Church Ladies. Memorial donations may be given to the Coronation Assisted Living, Mail Bag 500, Coronation, Alberta, TOC 1C0. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@xplornet .com. Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Frances Margaret Bakken

(April 9, 1912- Aug. 15, 2011)

Frances Margaret Bakken passed away at the age of 99 years.

Frances will be greatly missed by her children: Ron Bakken, Phyllis (Jack) Haynes, Laurel (Lowell) Throndson and Eleanor (Fred) Pye. As well she will be lovingly remembered by her twelve grandchildren: Terry (Lisa) Bakken, Gary (Judy) Bakken, Darryl Bakken, Susan (John) Sullivan, Sandy (Jeff) Fader, Karen (Mait) Varik, Dale (Lynn) Throndson, Cathy (Dan) Lee, Lisa Zuk (Ray), Darren Zuk (Sherry), Robb Zuk and Kari Zuk; twenty great-grandchildren: Sylkaan Bakken, Michelle Bakken, Dylan Bakken, Abby Sullivan, Patrick Sullivan, Clayton Fader, J.D. Fader, Ellie Varik, Ben Throndson, Kirsten Throndson, Ashley Malone, Craig Malone, Ariel Zuk, Danica Jensen, Devon Zuk, K.D. Zuk, Isabelle Zuk, Brittany Andrade, Olivia Shaw and Marcus Shaw and one great-great-grandchild, Aaliyah Malone.

She is survived by her brother, Alvin and sisters: Edith, Joyce (Bud) and Ruth.

Frances was predeceased by her husband Mel, daughter-in-law, Pauline, brother, Verne and a sister Velma.

Frances was a faithful member of the Eastern Star and the United Church.

A Funeral Service was held on Friday, August 19, 2011 at 2:00 P.M. at St. David’s United Church, 4614- 48 Street, Leduc, AB.

Interment followed in Leduc Community Cemetery. Memorial Tributes may be made to the charity of the donor’s choice.

Hainstock & Son Funeral Chapel in charge of all arrangements. 4802 – 47 Avenue, Leduc.

Eulogy

by Lowell Throndson

Frances Bakken was a truly great person that left a rich legacy for others. One of the younger great grandchildren called her “Great Bakken” and that name became common usage for her great grandchildren and in fact for some of the rest of us. She was a good friend to many people.

Grandma Bakken was born in Kansas on April 9th., 1912. She disputed this fact in later years and insisted she was born in Alberta on the farm. It was rather humorous to us but not to her. At any rate, she lived in Alberta for 99 years – a claim that few can make. At the age of 7 months, she travelled by train and stagecoach with her family to Alberta. They settled on a homestead at Loyalist and lived in a sod house until their home was finished. She lived on the farm until she met a teacher named Mel Bakken. For a short time after their marriage they operated the Throne store. Mel and Frances had four children: Ron, Phyllis, Laurel, and Eleanor. As a family they moved to several places in Alberta where Mel taught. Many years were spent in Camrose and subsequently Leduc where they made their final home. Grandma was excellent at designing the houses that Mel built. They loved Pigeon Lake and the cottages that they had there. Times spent with their family were precious.

I know that we are grieving today because we have lost a great lady. She was a mother, wife, sister, grandmother, great grandmother, and great great grand-mother.There are many here today that can recall how she touched their lives. These memories will be shared by others during the service today and will live forever.

Grandma Bakken was a quiet but strong woman throughout her life. Even at the last when she was obviously uncomfortable, she still said she was fine. Her values and beliefs about how life should be lived affected all of us. Her children and friends loved to visit her. Frances was a life-long member of the United Church and a faithful Eastern Star member.

Grandma Bakken had an excellent sense of humour and treasured her relationship with cousins, family and friends. While we mourn her passing, we are grateful for her life of 99 years that we had with her. As it says on her favourite pillow on her casket, “Families are forever.”

Arthur Leonard Day

(March 7, 1923-Aug. 8, 2011)

Arthur Leonard Day was born March 7, 1923 on the farm near Consort, Alberta, legal SE 17 34 5 West of the 4th. He was the first child of Bernice (Shannon) and Leonard Day. Leonard came west from Owen Sound, Ontario and filed on the homestead in 1914. Art’s sister Marj was also born on the farm. The family moved into Consort in 1929, the year Bert was born. Bob was born about 4 years later and the family was complete.

School was attended in Consort. His friends nicknamed him “Snuffy” due to issues he had with hay fever mostly on the Coulton and Uncle Arts farms.

Art took an examination for the Royal Canadian Air Force in October 1941 at 18 years of age. He had his medical in August 1942 and was enlisted in September. He commenced training at No 3 Manning Depot, in Edmonton. Art graduated under the British Commonwealth Training Plan No 3 Bombing and Gunnery School as an air gunner.

He was initially stationed in Edmonton, then moved on to other places in Canada and finally England. He flew in the Lancaster planes as a rear gunner, completing two tours, the last one as a Pathfinder. Each tour consisted of 30 missions. Reading his log book is very enlightening. Art received his commission as a Pilot Officer in July 1944. He was discharged in 1945 with the rank of Flying Officer, and was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross.

After the war Art attended Tech School in Calgary working towards becoming an architect. After completing the first year he went to Toronto seeking summer employment. He became discouraged as no one would hire him without experience, which resulted in the end of this endeavor. Art then went to Fort Smith and worked on the Paddle wheelers/barges transporting goods in the north. Charlie Swift, Bill Coates and Ralph Morris joined him.

Art next went to Trail, BC where he worked in the smelters. Seniority was giving to any one having been in the service so this helped to secure good employment.

Archie Read of Crown Lumber hired Art to work for him in the Consort store.

On April 15, 1948, Art married Kay Ference. They spent their first year of marriage in Vermillion where Art worked for Crown Lumber. Guy was born in Vermillion. Len, Ted, and Kelly were born in Consort. The family lived next door to Bernice & Len before settling on the acreage.

Art opened a woodworking shop next to the elevator his dad operated. He could build just about anything including truck boxes, kitchen cupboards, and campers. Woodworking continued to be a hobby for him in later years. Family members hold dearly to the items crafted by him.

He had the contract for hauling mail for Canada Post and in 1990 completed his last run after 35 years of service. Mail was picked up daily in Lacombe and delivered to all the towns along the highway to Compeer.

With his wife Kay they went in to the chicken business for awhile.

Finally in the mid 1960’s Art & Katie opened Day’s Service which they operated for over 30 years. The whole family was involved in working to make this a successful business. This business is still operated by family members today.

Boat building and fishing were passions of Arts. Many holidays were spent with family and friends fishing the lakes in Alberta and Saskatchewan. In 1982 a fishing cabin was purchased in northern Saskatchewan. Art constructed 2 boats which were flown to Scott Lake and reconstructed. These boats are still being used today.

Art and Kay lived briefly at the Consort Seniors Lodge before moving to Harmony House in Red Deer in May of 2005. Art was a favorite of the staff who treated him with kindness and compassion. Art passed away August 8, 2011 with his family by his side as well as the Harmony Staff.

Art was predeceased by his parents, son Ted in 1967, brother, Bert and wife Kay in 2005. Art is survived by sons: Guy (Joan) of Consort, Len (Linda) of Stettler, and Kel (Cheryl) of Red Deer; his grandchildren: Jody, Aaron, Chris, Joel (Sheila), Reid, Natalie, Mitch and Erik (Melissa); great granddaughter Bridget, brother Bob (June) of Consort; sister Marg Pryce of Vernon; sister in law Vicki Day of Calgary; other family members and dear friends.

A celebration of Art’s life was held on Friday, August 12, 2011 in the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta with Reverend Pauline Bell officiating. Tributes in honour of their loved one and friend were given by Mitch Day, Joe Sherritt and Doug Fawcett. Congregational hymns were Spirit of Gentleness and Morning Has Broken led by the Knox United Church Choir and accompanied by Robbie Knight on the organ. Art was laid to rest beside his beloved wife Kay and son Ted in the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta with son Guy acting as urnbearer. Family and friends joined together for a time of fellowship and a luncheon prepared and served by Knox U.C.W. in the Knox United Church lower hall. If friends desire memorial contributions may be made to Lakeroad Cemetery c/o Parkview/Stettler Funeral Homes & Crematorium, Box 1780, Stettler, Alberta T0C 2L0, who were entrusted with the care and arrangements.

Tribute

by Mitch Day

I think what people will remember most about my grandpa is this certain trait that he had. I’m not entirely sure it has a name and it is kind of hard to describe but as soon as you met him, you picked up on it right away. He had this certain quality and this certain charm that was very distinctly Art. It also allowed him to get away with things that no one else could. For example, if you ask any of my cousins, they will tell you each one of us was always know as “Ol’ Stupid” when we were growing up. Whenever we would go visit Grandma and Grandpa’s, Granddad would usually be sitting in his chair having a smoke and when you walked in he would smile and say, “How’s it going Ol’ Stupid?” It instantly made you smile and it instantly made you feel welcome. Now, he wasn’t just like that with us, he was like that with everyone, whether that meant greeting someone by calling them a “Lard Ass” or a “Homely Bugger”. For some reason, people would never take offence to this. In fact, people were generally flattered by it. It almost became a badge of honour.

Another good example that comes to mind was at one of our many family suppers. Grandma Katy had spent the whole day making a huge meal and the whole family was over. We were sitting around the table visiting and eating when Granddad finished his supper, last of course. He leaned back in his chair and looked at Grandma and said, “Well mother, that was another excellent meal. And what did you do with those beans?” Of course, Grandma Katy perked up and got all excited and responded by acknowledging she had done something a little bit different with them this time and, “Well Art, did you like them?” Granddad gave her that grin of his and responded with, “No, they were the shits.” No one else could get away with that.

Grandma and Grandpa had this really cool way of balancing each out. Grandma would worry about everything and anything, and Grandpa wouldn’t really worry about a thing. I really think they had the perfect relationship and our entire family is fortunate to have had that example. They really did have the kind of life that people dream about having. You could always see the admiration in Grandma’s eyes whenever she looked at Granddad. I think back to the many Remembrance Day celebrations where Grandma was shining up Granddad’s medals and fixing his tie, she was always so excited and so proud. That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t get ticked off occasionally. When she did, she would usually give the silent treatment and, well, Grandpa probably wouldn’t know for the first couple days. But at some point he would catch on and all he had to do was walk up behind her, give her a hug, and say, “How]s it going Mrs. Day?” Just like that, Grandma Katy would forget all about whatever ticked her off.

Grandpa Art was also one of the most well-respected men I’ve ever met. I know often times the bank or Oil reps would come down to the station worried about unpaid bills. When I say that I mean Grandpa would have delivered oil to someone, and whoever that person was hadn’t paid their bill yet. He would always tell the bank not to worry, the bill would be paid. They would raise a big enough fuss that he would give in and hop in his old red truck and drive out to check on the bill. Well, he would get there and sit down and have a coffee and a smoke and visit for an hour or so. The subject of the unpaid bill would never come up. Grandpa would go back to the bank and tell them it was taken care of; the bill was going to be paid. And it always was. He was so well-respected and so well-liked that no one was ever going to stick him with an unpaid bill. In his mind, it was senseless to raise a fuss about it. When they could pay, they would pay.

Art Day was everyone’s friend too. He could sit down and visit with anyone. It didn’t matter what that person did for a living or how much money they made. That’s not what Grandpa Art was about. I remember a family trip where we went on a cruise and stopped at various islands along the way. Well we would get onto one of these islands and go on a tour and next thing you know, Grandpa is missing. No one would know where he is until someone found him a half hour later, sitting on a tree stump having a smoke and visiting with one of the locals. Someone could sit down with him and list off all their different achievements and all the great things they have done and he wouldn’t be impressed at all. That’s not the type of thing he cared about. He was very much his own man. Art was always Art, no matter what situation he was in or who was around. It didn’t matter to him what was popular or what everyone else liked. I mean in 1972, Art Day was probably the only man in Canada cheering for the Soviets.

One of my favourite Grandpa Art stories was when he had to take a Dementia test. This test consisted of a series of very basic questions. For example, the first question was, “What is your name?” followed by, “Where are you right now.” So Granddad had to take this test and was getting extremely frustrated by all the questions and how simple they were, he wasn’t stupid. The last part of the test was to write down a sentence. It could be anything; it just had to be one complete sentence. Well Granddad grabbed his notepad and a pen and scribbled down a sentence then slammed down his pen and stormed out of the room. Whoever did the test grabbed the notepad and took a look at it. As it turns out Grandpa wasn’t that old yet, he could still write a sentence. And there it was, one complete sentence: “Go to Hell.”

I hope people don’t have the misconception that the last few years of his life, the quality of life was terrible. That wasn’t the case. No, he was not in perfect shape but Art was still Art, that never changed. When he first got to Harmony House, where he spent his last few years, they had never had to deal with a smoker before. As you all know, Grandpa Art was a heavy smoker. It seems like when that law passed to ban smoking in public places it kind of applied to everyone except Art Day. Anyways, at Harmony House he was not allowed to have his own lighter. This frustrated him because he did not want to have to bother someone for a lighter every time he wanted a smoke. So he would come up with other ways to light his cigarettes. One time they were having a birthday celebration for someone else staying at Harmony House. Everyone was around the table and out comes the cake and everyone’s excited and everyone’s clapping. Next thing you know, there’s Art, trying to light a smoke on some old lady’s birthday cake. Again, not many people can get away with that.

Ask Uncle Len if he changed at all. He had the unpleasant task of trying to put slippers on Granddad while he was in a wheelchair. He was trying to get these slippers on and was starting to get frustrated with Granddad for not lifting his feet. At one point Grandpa stopped him and all he had to say was, “Don’t think I’m so old I can’t knock you on your ass.”

Don’t think for a second that he didn’t endear himself to everyone at Harmony House or that he lost that unique trait of his. The nurses would try and get him ready for bed and he would curse and he would say every swear he could think of, which is a lot. No one loved swearing as much as my Granddad. Then the nurse would get him into bed and he would grin and wink and say, “You’re the best”. Just like that the nurse would smile. When it was clear that he only had a few hours left, the nurses were still there. Most of them had been off work for hours by now, but not one of them was going home without a proper goodbye.

Our entire family is so lucky. That “Art” quality has rubbed off on all of us. None of us have it to the degree that Granddad did, but we have a little bit of it. Obviously, you can see it in my dad and my uncles; you can see it in all of my cousins and in my brother and sister, as well as my mom and aunties. We are all better people because of this. Now, I know that Ted and Grandma Katy have been waiting. Grandma might even be a little frustrated she’s had to wait as long as she has but it’s not going to matter. All Granddad will do is give her a grin and a hug and say, “How’s it going Mrs. Day?” With that, she will be so excited and she will be so happy because Art is still Art. He hasn’t changed at all.

Tribute

By Joe Sherritt

Good Memories with Art

Just as Art was, I am known to some of my friends as a story-teller. In fact some of those friends think that I am a long winded story teller. Some times I roll short stories into more lengthy stories so I presume that is why some people think of me that way.

I also write stories and you must recognize that there is a great deal of difference between telling a story and writing a story. Most written stories are far more precise than those that are told so that is why I am reading this to you. I don’t want to fly off on some stray tangent and take too much of your time. I presume that Art’s other friends could tell you many other stories about him and of course many of those stories will be told later in the day.

You may wonder why I may am not talking directly about Art. I want to first give you a little bit of background history. The Art Day family and the Spencer families have had a long association with each other. Over the past 40 or so years, a number of the Spencer’s have spent time in the employment of Day’s Service which was owned by Art and his sons. Vince Spencer was employed as a book-keeper. Pete Spencer worked for many years in the tire and service shop; as did David Spencer. I have been told that both John and George Spencer also worked for Art.

As for myself, I knew of the Day family and Art when I attended high school in Consort. His brother Bob also attended the same school at that time. Bob and I moved many a ton of coal from a box car to a storage bin because his father owned that business. We also spent one summer together at the Day hay camp. I remember Bob and I going down to Art’s carpenter shop. I can’t remember helping Art very much so we most likely just interfered with his work.

It is a known fact that Art seldom got excited about anything but he told me years later that he was a little bit worried when Bob tried to remodel the ends of his finger tips with the six inch planer.

With all the connections between the Days and the Spencers it was only a matter of time before Art and my paths crossed. In about 1982 or so, Arts son, Len, and I worked for the same oil company. Len and Linda decide to build a house in Stettler and I helped Len in my spare time. Some days Art came from Consort so we spent many hours together. Art liked to have a cigarette and coffee so we always had a few thermos bottles standing around. I can tell you there are still a few of those thermos bottles stranded within the partitions that we covered with wall board.

The Day family and their friends purchased a fishing camp at Scott Lake in Northern Sask. Len talked me into going fishing with them. I can’t recall just how many times I went fishing there but I was usually in the group that included Art. It took me a couple of years to figure out that Art was not always interested in fishing because he spent a good deal of his time working around the camp instead of going out with the rest of us. One year I helped him put together a second boat that he had prefabed and shipped in by plane. When we tired of driving screws, we would go out in a smaller boat and travel around the lake to places where we had not been before. Our forays could last from an hour or so to maybe four hours or longer. We always took a couple of thermos of coffee with us for Art liked to stop every so often and have that cigarette and coffee. I can’t remember catching many fish but we kept each other entertained with our many stories. Art had gone to school with my older brothers so he knew much more about them than I did.

One year our group drove all night through solid fog so that we would arrive at the small town of La Loche by 7:00 a.m . My son had never been fishing so we took him along. Due to the fog we could not leave in the plane right away. We waited for about three hours and the pilot decided to make a circle to find out if the fog had cleared beyond our sight. When he started up the plane the motor caught on fire. After some frantic moments the fire was put out. Of course we all had a look inside the cowling and there seemed to be only minor fire damage to some of the wiring. Upon further inspection by the aircraft owner and a more thorough inspection by Art, it was noted that the most important wiring items were the spark plug wires and they seemed to be undamaged. Thus we load up the plane and continued our journey. The next year I asked my son if he would like to go fishing again but his wife objected to him flying in a plane that had caught on fire. She told my wife about the fire incident and of course I had to inform Rick that you just don’t tell your wife about all the things that happen during a NORMAL fishing trip.

You will most likely hear many other stories about our fishing trips. There will be stories told about the bear visits to the camp. Both to the inside of the cook shack and out in the yard. You may hear about Art’s brother-in law who drove the old boat into the big rock just north of the camp. You may hear about Joe Ference tossing Art’s favorite fishing rod into the lake. I should clarify that and tell you that no one really knew how Joe lost the rod and reel. I can also tell you that Art and I spent a number of hours trying to retrieve it with a home made drag hook. I recall that one year Art decided to hurry up the raising of frozen bread dough so he put it in the oven. He forgot to turn off the oven so the bread baked before it had risen. That was the first time we ate “hard tac” for breakfast. I can also remember that one year Art and I spent many an evening trying to convince Elmer Johnson that we could not take all of the fish that we caught back to our friends at Consort and Monitor. You may even hear about the two fishermen that ate a weeks supply of grub in a short two days. Needless to say that the following meals consisted of a lot of fish and a small amount of rice.

The fishing stories that you may hear are really the cherished memories of the good times that all of us had with Art at Scotty’s Fishing Lodge.

Just one more story

On our drive home from La Loche we usually stopped at a small service station near Beavel to stretch our legs. We usually purchased a drink or ice cream cone. Art decided to stay in the car and I was to bring him some ice cream. Thus I left the keys in the car. Next thing I knew Art was beside me in the store. He had locked the car and of course the keys were still in the ignition. Thus we had to employ the old coat hanger trick.

I would like to read the following poem by Robert Service to all of Art’s “Fishermen” friends.

Fisherfolk

By Robert Service

I like to look at fishermen

And often time I wish

One would be lucky now and then

And catch a little fish.

I watch them statuesquely stand,

And at the water look;

But if they pull their float to land

It’s just to bait a hook.

I ponder the psychology

That roots them in their place;

And wonder at the calm

I see

In ever angler’s face.

There is such patience in their eyes,

Beside the river’s brink;

And waiting for a bite or rise

I do not think they think.

Or else they are just gentle men,

Who love – they know not why,

Greeen grace of trees or water when

It wimples to the sky’

Sweet simple souls! As vain I watch

My heart to you is kind:

Most precious prize of all you catch,

– Just Peace of Mind.

Art Day………. also known to friends as Snuffy.

His problems as a child with allergies encouraged his nickname…..and it stuck.

I first knew Art when he was a carpenter after the war. He had moved the Berryfield School located close to the original Day farm south of the Watson Coulee and turned it into his carpenter’s shop, located just north of the Alberta Pacific Grain elevator at Consort. He manufactured furniture, lamps, bowls and truck boxes to name a few. Art was second to none as a craftsman with wood.

He needed something more to do, so he moved his shop to 1/2 mile south of Consort – moved out the tools, and moved in chickens, and he raised them for a time.

Art was dependable – and that was a proper fit for another venture – as he became the mailman, delivering mail from Coronation to Compeer. This grew into a later contract with Canada Post to deliver the mail from Lacombe east to the Saskatchewan border.

Art and Katie were a caring and inseparable pair. While raising a young family, they took on a new venture under the Big T Texaco sign. This is where Art and Katie started Day’s Texaco Service – and when they discovered where the rubber hit the road, they started a very successful tire shop that is still serving the community and operating under the Day family name today.

I see many attributes of Art in his children and grandchildren, and the whole community appreciates these attributes.

Days Service and the tire shop under Art’s guidance, brought everyone in the community off the road for a visit at one time or another. If you arrived at 7 a.m., Art would be there, making coffee or sweeping the floor and willing to visit. You could go in there, frustrated by your flat tire plight and come out knowing a lot more about your neighbors, a fishing trip, building a fireplace or a new story; all of which would put a smile on your face. This is where I grew to appreciate and respect the kind of a person that Art was.

Art took his examination in 1941 for the RCAF. He was accepted and began his training in Edmonton, Alberta, and graduated from the Bombing and Gunnery school in MacDonald, Manitoba as an air gunner. He left Canada from Halifax, Nova Scotia for his overseas commitment with the RAF in England.

Art completed two tours as a tail gunner in a Lancaster Bomber. Each tour consisted of 30 missions. The last tour was as a pathfinder. According to war record sources, over the peak years of allied bomber command activities, these men survived an average of only seven missions. For every one of those 60 missions across the English Channel, there is a short, factual and humble account in Art’s logbook.

He was prepared to give all he had, for his family, for his community, and for his country.

He told me the story of returning to base in England in a new Lancaster Bomber with their pilot by the name of Taggart at the controls. As they came in to land, everything seemed normal on approach, except the ground kept coming closer and closer. Art said, “I kept watching and watching and finally I ended up lifting my feet off the floor and up to my chin as sparks began to fly everywhere underneath me. When we finally came to a halt there was about an inch and a half of metal gone from the underside of a 500 lb bomb, still in the bomb bay. Needless to say, Taggart didn’t want to answer to the C.O. about his belly landing in the new Lane, but the whole crew got behind the Captain, shoved him down the hall and through the door into the C.O.’s headquarters to face the music.” Art credited Taggart as a good pilot saying, “He got us there and he brought us home.”

In Art’s modestly written log book, it simply says that “June 27: OPS – Disement: Quiet trip. 2 buzz bombs seen over London. Belly landing on return.”

Another such example of these close calls would be his entry on August 4, OPS Troisay, St. Maximin: Shot up at target, 3 tanks holed, port fire burst, Port Outboard engine feathered, 28 holes (not bad)

Art received his commission as a Pilot Officer in July 1944. Art was discharged in 1945 with the rank of Flying Officer, and was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross. Art also received:

CVSM (Canadian Volunteer Service Medal) and Bar

* Air Gunner’s Badge

* 1939-45 Star

* Operational Wings and Bar

* Pathfinder’s Badge

* A/C European Star

* France and German Star

* Defense medal

* General Service Medal

Art had a way with adjectives and could he ever describe a noun! I remember the story he told after he got back from the far north fishing camp. There was no doubt in my mind how big the bear was, that left the large claw marks in the door jam of the cabin, as it tore the door down and the place apart looking for food.

Not only was the bear huge – in a verbal barrage of color, I knew exactly how UGLY the bear was. Keep in mind that Art NEVER saw the bear.

How many of us here remember Art’s attempt to stop smoking, where he would at a lengthy verbage, describe how he was going to quit that “very descriptive” habit, pinch the embers off the cigarette, put it in his pocket, and in a few minutes, dig out the butt and light it up again – or he’d throw the cigarette package in the corner and five minutes later go over and pick it up and light another cigarette.

And then there was the day – a big Chrysler driven by a sophisticated lady pulled into the Days service station. As Art was filling her car with gas, she rolled down the window and said to him, “Wash the windshield too, Boy.” Art responded by saying a little loudly, “Wash your own damn, windshield, Lady!” Katie overhead this conversation and was shocked with her husband’s response to the woman. The woman turned out to be Art’s fun-loving cousin, Mary.

He treated everyone in the same manner…

In Snuffy’s initial words to all who came through his door, as a friend, the greetings you would get could range from “How the hell are ya?” “What are ya doing?” today?” “Or slight variations like “What are you doing today, lard ass?” as verified by Adah.

To someone who was in trouble on the road, he would say, “You need some help? We’ll see what we can do for ya.”

And so it is to Art, to Dad, to Granddad and to Snuffy, with appreciation, love and respect that we say goodbye for now.

Jacob Bobryk passed away August 4, 2011, in Vermilion at the age of 89.

He lived in several areas of Alberta including Consort area, Oyen and Vermilion during his lifetime.

Mr. Bobryk donated his body to science for research into the development of Chronic Suspension.

The funeral was held August 30th at the Senior’s Centre in Vermilion.

Lakeland Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.

Margaret ‘Peggy’ Sodeman

(Oct. 30, 1937-Aug. 27, 2011)

Peggy Sodeman, of Camrose, passed away on Saturday, August 27, 2011 after a lengthy illness, at the age of 73 years. Left to mourn are her partner, Tommy Kroeger of Camrose, and his family Christopher (Lisa) and Cheryl (Louie), brother Rolf (Joan) of Saskatoon and their children, Michelle (Shane) Weimer, and son Samuel, and Rolf Garnet Krohn and son Cayman of Nelson, B.C. Peggy is also survived by cousins Hans Fredrick (Lillibet) Krohn of Oslo, Norway and Richard (Gila) Greeberg of Santa Rosa, CA. She was predeceased by parents Margaret Inga Krohn and Eugene Sodeman and her grandparents, Rolf and Margaret Krohn.

Peggy was born in Consort, Alberta on October 30, 1937. She was an avid knitter and crafter. It was this gift that encouraged her and her mother to open “MI Yarn Shop”, a specialty wool and craft store, first in the Wetaskiwin Mall and later in Camrose. It was here where she met her soulmate, Tommy. They spent many wonderful times together and during this time Peggy also became very close to Tommy’s family.

The family would like to thank the staff and doctors of St. Mary’s Hospital for making Peggy’s last days as comfortable as possible.

A time of refreshments and celebration was held on Friday, September 2, 2011 at 11:00 a.m., from the Camrose Masonic Hall. Cremation has taken place. Her urn will be interred in her mother’s plot at the Consort Cemetery.

If friends so desire memorial contributions are gratefully accepted to the charity of your choice. To send condolences, please visit www.burgarfuneral home.com.

Burgar Funeral Home Camrose & Daysland in care of arrangements.

In Loving Memory of Donald Rud

(Born – March 28, 1931 at Consort, Alberta)

Don was born on March 28, 1931 to Adolph and Edith Rud. He was one of three boys in the family, Ken and Adrian being younger brothers. Raised in Amisk, Don (also known as Top Cat) had many stories of working in the family’s General Store. Also in Amisk, Don helped his Dad build the present day Amisk Hotel.

Don started out at the age of 17 or 18 to drive truck, mostly hauling cattle. He then went on to work for Special Areas in Consort, as well as at Barnwell and along the way drove school bus at Consort. One lady (a little girl at the time) riding that bus said her short ride sure seemed to take forever when one of the older boys decided to misbehave and Don then had to handle the situation.

Don invested in a dragline and grain cleaner and between the two kept busy year round. During this time he formed a partnership with Ozzie Wiest and a prospectin’ for gold he went. In 1988 he sold his dragline to Bill Walsh, and continued grain cleaning when not prospectin’ for gold. When the gold mining came to an end he invested in a water spring, out by Thorsby; this folded around 2005. Don spent a lot of time now traveling here and there with Fred Bragg; they never went far but they were always off somewhere.

Over the years, Don spent a lot of time at the Lindsay Farm; he really enjoyed his Aunty Alice. Don liked to tease you. One time he was taking Joan and Donnie to hockey in Provost. They get on the highway out of Consort and Don says to Donnie wanna listen to some music, Donnie loved music; sure he says. Well Don plugs in a tape and old time fiddle music starts playing. You should have seen the look on Donnie’s face. It was priceless. Don says good music eh? Donnie just sat there, Don leaning against the door driving down the highway, was just a chuckling away.

Don wore many hats; son, brother, uncle, father figure to some, friend to many and to be counted as his friend was an honour.

He leaves to mourn his passing, brothers Ken and family, Adrian and family as well as numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, other relatives and many dear friends.

A Graveside Service was held at Monitor Cemetery, Monitor, Alberta at 1:30 p.m. on Friday, September 2, 2011. Following the interment, relatives and friends were invited to join the family at the Monitor Community Hall for lunch and refreshments prepared and served by the Monitor Community Club.

My Last Will and Sediment

Bein’ of sound mind and body

Though lackin’ a full set of brains,

I been rackin’ and snackin’ and double back trackin’

On how to bequeath my remains.

I don’t take this duty too lightly

Though most would ask themselves why?

What possible use would this sorry excuse

Of a body be worth when I die?

My liver, I’m sure would be useful

For holdin’ down tarps on the hay.

Settin’ up traps or weight water gaps

Or fillin’ a land fill someday.

My foot could be used as a ruler.

My hand could be lent to a friend.

For a rickety table my leg would be able

To make it be stable again.

My tongue could be hooked to the wagon.

My hair would make a toupee

To keep you from harm you could hold up my arm

To stay the right distance away.

You could use my nose on the grindstone.

My fingers are handy to read;

To end arguments, at sporting events

Or in traffic when you feel the need.

To further explain I’ve made up a list

Of parts to be used if you can.

There just might be others but sisters and brothers,

Remember, I’m only one man.

I’m available to:

Keep an eye on the wife

Pull a truck with my toe

Nail a crook to the wall

Belly up to a bar

Bone up on your studies

Leave my heart by the bay

Put a shoulder to the wheel

Hang out in sleazy joints

Rope a calf, have a ball

Take my breath away

Spill my guts, wake no lip

Build an elbow room off the garage

Thumb a ride, ear a horse down

Put some teeth in a law

Rib somebody, back up a pardner

Or if you just need to get a head, call

On second thought;

Being of sound mind and body, I’m taking everything with me.

The Prospector

His legs were bowed, his back was bent,

his skin was leather brown.

No one knew how old he was,

seems he’s always been around.

His hands were scared, his fingers gnarled

from working with a pick.

Either digging in a mountain side

or panning in a creek.

He came to town looking for a stake,

to try and find the mother lode.

He knew it had to be very close

to one of the trails he rode.

He hasn’t found his fortune yet,

perhaps he never will.

It won’t be because he didn’t try,

he’s out there digging still.

You see, the fortune that he seeks,

is not in the finding of the gold.

The searching is worth so much more

than all the mother lode.

Carol Lynn Musat

(Aug. 24, 1948-Sept. 11, 2011)

Carol Lynn Musat of Consort, Alberta, beloved wife of Jimmy Dale Musat, passed away on Sunday, September 11, 2011 in her home at the age of 63 years after a battle with cancer.

Carol was born on August 24, 1948 in Hamilton, Ontario. Predeceased in 1979 by the father of her 3 children, Melborne Gary Sherwood, Carol is survived by her 3 children Laurie Lynn Mallet, Stephanie Corrinne Sherwood and Kenneth M.G. Sherwood. Leaving to mourn is Carol’s very special family. Her mother Kay Gills; her precious sister Karen (Eugene) of Hamilton, Ont., brother John (Debbie) Ward of Hamilton. Ont., and brother Bobby (Carol) Gills of Hamilton Ont.; nieces and nephews, Tim, Jordan, Sheri, Emily, Destiny, Clarrissa, Hudson and Cody.

Carol’s extended family; Donna (Len) of Edmonton, Karen (Ken) of Vancouver, Darlene (Kent) of Tofield, Terry (Paul) of Edmonton.

Beautiful stepchildren; Jackie (Rob) of Edmonton, Jodi (Brian) of Kindersley and James of Red Deer.

Grandchildren; Justin, Shaeli, Tara, Lyle, Sheridan, Randi, Brooklyn, Brandon and Tanya.

Honouring Carol’s request there will be a private family service. Donations to the fight against cancer would be greatly appreciated by the family, to Cross Cancer Institute, 11560 University Ave., Edmonton, Alberta, T6G 1Z2. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome @xplornet.com

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.”Knowledge, Experience And Professionalism With A Personal Touch”

Jacqueline Vanderloh

(July 4,1943 – Sept. 10, 2011)

Mrs. Jacqueline Vanderloh, beloved wife of Mr. Winfred ‘Win’ Vanderloh of Medicine Hat, passed away on Saturday, September 10th, 2011 at the age of 68 years. Jacqueline also leaves to cherish her memory four children, Gwen (Dan) Aebly, Donna (Daryl) Halter, both of Jenner, Ken (Christie) of Bow Island, and Keith (Tammy) of Medicine Hat; twelve grandchildren, Dustin (Jodi-Lea) Aebly and their children, Hadley and Callie, Denton (Crystal) Aebly, Dallas (Derek) Wilcox and their children, Fynn and Sully, Dannell Aebly (Chris Stucki), Drew, Dylan, Dana, and Deandra Halter, Lorna and Coleman Vanderloh, Kodi and Tanner Vanderloh; one sister, Eileen Bullard of Botha, Alberta; as well as numerous nieces and nephews. Jacqueline was predeceased by her parents; one brother, Donald McArthur; and her infant twin sister.

Jacqueline was born on July 4th, 1943 at Cereal, Alberta and was raised at Millicent. She finished her high school at Duchess and then trained as an LPN in Calgary. Jacqueline met Win when he was working at the Murray Ranch at Tilley and they were married in Brooks on June 2nd, 1962. They lived up north for a short time before returning to the Murray Ranch. They then resided at Buffalo for many years where Win was the rider at the Buffalo-Atlee grazing range.

Throughout her life, Jacqueline worked as an LPN in Empress, Brooks, Medicine Hat, and Bow Island. She will be greatly missed and lovingly remembered by her family and friends.

The Funeral Service was held in Saamis Memorial Fuuneral Chapel on Wed., September 14th, 2011 at 3:30 p.m. with Reverend Dr. Shane P. Andrus officiating. A Private Interment took place in the Family Plot at Saamis Prairie View Cemetery. Memorial gifts in Jacqueline’s memory may be made to the Parkinson Alberta Society, #101, 928 Allowance Avenue SE, Medicine Hat, Alberta, T1A 3G7. Condolences can be e-mailed to saamisfc@telus.net, subject-heading Jacqueline Vanderloh or through www.gonebutnotforgotten.ca

Harold Gibson

(Born 1920 – Sept. 22, 2011)

Mr. Harold Glen Gibson, passed away at the Rockyview Hospital, Calgary, on September 22, 2011 at the age of 91 years.

Harold will be dearly missed by his daughter Dani Gibson of High River; grandchildren: Kaelyn (Colin) Quinton and their children Willow and Saxon of Brooks, Alberta, and Ryan Heinrichs (Amy Potie) of Sophia, Bulgaria. Harold will also be dearly remembered by his sister Mary Gibson of Calgary and brother and sister-in-law, Doug and Pat Gibson of Calgary, as well as numerous nieces and nephews.

A Celebration of Harold’s Life was held at Snodgrass Funeral Chapel, 301 Macleod Trail, High River, on Monday, September 26, 2011 at 11:00 a.m. Lieutenant David Bond of the High River Salvation Army Church officiated. Reception followed at the funeral home reception lounge. Interment took place at Mountain View Memorial Gardens, Calgary, on Monday, September 26, 2011 at 2:30 p.m.

If desired, in memory of Harold, memorial donations may be made to a charity of your choice.

To email condolences, please visit www.snodgrass funeralhomes.com .

Anna Linnea Conway

(March 8, 1917-Sept. 24, 2011)

Anna Linnea Nelson was born Mar. 8, 1917 to Theodore and Serophia Nelson on the family farm near Hemaruka. She was the youngest girl in the middle of a family of seven. She went to Broadview school and later went to work for George Johnston keeping house and cooking. On July 3, 1939, she married Ronald Conway in her parent’s kitchen and they moved to Loyalist to take over the Conway family farm. They had two children, Jean and Ken. She brought into her home on orphan girl, Betty, and raised her as her own.

Linnea liked to sew and garden and kept a spotless house. She kept all of the men in her family in hand knit socks, and all the girls in cozy slippers. Linnea was an awesome cook and all of her kids and grandchildren looked forward to Kringle on their birthdays and Pepparkakor and other cookies at Christmas.

Ron and Linnea liked to fish and could often be found on the shore of Blood Indian Dam. Ron liked to visit and they met many friends from all over the province.

Shortly after Ron’s passing, Linnea moved to the Consort Lodge. She quite enjoyed the company and never missed playing cards in the evening. All of us soon figured out not to visit at 2 p.m., because that was Bingo time. When Linnea’s memories started to fade, she moved to the long term care. Even if she no longer remembered who we were, she was always happy to see us when we came for a visit, and she would do a little dance as she walked down the hall to lunch.

Linnea passed away quietly, Sept. 24, 2011, at the age of 94. She was predeceased by her husband Ronald, sisters Rose and Violet, brothers Gunnar, Dave, and Carl, son in law Murray, grandson Curtis, and great granddaughter. She leaves to mourn her brother Ivar Nelson, daughter Jean Adams, son Ken (Sharon) Conway, 8 grandchildren, 24 great grandchildren, and 4 great- great-grandchildren.

A private graveside service will be held as Linnea requested. Any donations in honour of Linnea may be made to the Consort Hospital and Long Term Care Facility. We found this poem in Linnea’s belongings:

MISS ME – BUT LET ME GO

When I came to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room,

Why cry for a soul set free.

Miss me a little – but not too long,

And not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that we once shared,

Miss me – but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take,

And each must go alone.

It’s all part of the Master’s plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,

Go to the friends we know.

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,

Miss me – but let me go.

Peggy Sankey

(Oct. 23, 1925-Sept. 28, 2011)

Margaret Leslie Sankey, better known as ‘Peggy,’ was born to Bertha & Richard Imes on October 23, 1925 at Wardlow, Alberta, east of Brooks. She passed away peacefully on September 28, 2011 at the home of her daughter and son-in-law at Lacombe, Alberta.

Early in life Peggy learned how to survive in ranching country around Wardlow. Her father was a sheep herder working for Loveland & Ryan looking after 10,000 sheep. Together with her mother, her older brother Grant, and her younger sister Eva, she had to look after things at home while their dad was away herding sheep. At a very early age she learned to ride horses, catch fish in the Wardlow creek, look after chickens and help with all the other chores. She started her elementary education at Wardlow school, then to Cessford for high school. She often talked about her duties as janitor, including carrying heavy pails of coal which left her with an injured hip. In those days there were dormitories where students could stay while going to school. Her mother was matron of the dorm and Peggy had to help with keeping the place clean.

Her high school teacher was a Mrs. MacKinnon. She was such a good teacher that Peggy decided she wanted to be a teacher as well. After her brother Grant enlisted in the Army to serve in the Second World War in 1939, the family moved to Calgary where Peggy was able to go to university to become a teacher.

In 1946 a place called Hemaruka, south of Veteran, required a teacher for the Kinear School. She applied on a dare. Little did she realize that her life would soon be changed completely. As there was no teacherage at the school, she stayed with the Lloyd Tumoth family. Mrs. Tumoth warned her to be careful because there were about 20 bachelors in the community. Sure enough she began dating one such bachelor and eventually married Steven Sankey.

Peggy and Steven’s courtship was very casual at the beginning. They both had to appreciate each other for what they were. Peggy’s life consisted of doing what everyone else was doing without giving much thought. Occasionally Steven would share, by word & example, the love of God he had in his heart. Peggy became very interested and wanted to know more so Bible studies were started. After teaching at Kinear school for a year Peggy taught at a country school near Beiseker. She continued Bible studies with a pastor from Calgary, and in 1948 she accepted the Lord Jesus as her Saviour and was baptised as a Seventh-day Adventist Christian. She then taught school in Medicine Hat until June 12,1949 when she and Steven were married.

In 1950, Steven & Peggy bought the residence and store at Little Gem. They operated the business for about 10 years. The first 12 years at Little Gem were very busy while they raised Murray (born in 1951) and Carol (born in 1953). However in 1963, the Youngstown school principal phoned to see if she would be interested to teach. She took the children and taught school for 3 years coming home on weekends to do all the things a farm wife had to do!!

Peggy was a big help to her husband and family. She loved to ride her own saddle pony and spent many hours checking cattle. After her 2 children got their education and left the nest, she was involved in many projects. Her first love was gardening flowers and trees. When she & Steven first bought Little Gem in 1950, there was only one tree by the Alberta Wheat Pool residence. Anyone going by the ranch at Little Gem today, can see the trees which by and large were her idea. During the late 60’s and early 70’s she was very active in the Cancer Society Fundraising endeavours as a regional director. At one time Leona Walsh, Debbie Letniak, and Peggy took their horses and rode at a Spruce Meadows fundraiser.

Peggy was taking care of the bookkeeping for the ranch, when Murray decided to come home and be involved in the ranching and farming business. They formed a company in 1971 called Little Gem Ranches Ltd. Peggy was so involved in keeping the accounting for the Ranch that she decided to teach others to do Double Entry accounting. For a few years she taught many people throughout the Special Areas. This was just before the computer became popular.

Peggy was quite health minded. In the early 1980s, she started a business in Hanna called Peggy’s Health Hut, which she operated for 20 years, again coming home on weekends. Peggy was strong willed. If she decided to do something there was no turning back. In 1991 her daughter Carol became involved in the business and they proceeded to open 2 more health stores: Lacombe Health Hut and Sylvan Lake Health Hut. Carol continues to carry on her mother’s legacy in the Lacombe Health Hut.

The last few years Peggy kept on doing what she enjoyed, digging in her flower beds, bird watching and reading. She spent the last year in Lacombe in the care of her daughter Carol.

Peggy is survived by her husband Steven, son Murray (Elaine), daughter Carol (Neil) Garner, 4 grandchildren, 9 great grandchildren and her sister Eva (Len) Corbett.

She was predeceased by her father, mother, brother & sister-in-law Grant & Ruth Imes, one half brother, and three half sisters.

Peggy passed to her rest with complete confidence in her Creator and Redeemer as she awaits the resurrection.

TRIBUTE

by Murray Sankey

MOTHER – who was she and what was she like and what are we grateful for?

Recently I attended a funeral of an aged neighbour and found that I really did not know who they were talking about. They said he loved horses and rode them, yet in my experience I never saw him on a horse. He was always in his truck! So I made a point to view some of the pictures of his past life and discovered a man I never really knew. What about mother? She was not always a little old stooped over, hard of hearing lady. Yet that is the only way some of the younger ones will remember her. This little old lady, of all things, was at one time a good horseback rider and loved horses. In her younger years she always rode with the family. She had literally grown up on the back of a horse! She spoke of riding across the Steville Badlands to help her sister at Patricia and picking up a dinosaur vertebra, then tiring and chucking it before getting home. Her father was a professional wrangler who worked all the way down to New Mexico. My mother was free spirited like her father and very independent – probably why she found herself ‘outside the box’ in getting a university education and coming on a dare to a place called Hemaruka to teach. She was not sure if it was Cree, Sioux, or Blackfoot! Dad quickly noticed this tall, intelligent, independent, wind in the hair person. They buckled up their skates and the rest is history. Mother loved skating and did figure skating. Mother was more of a keep to herself person, not a Facebook kind of person, yet in the days before television our family visited the neighbours a lot.

Dad & I have had a close working relationship (like brothers) for a good part of my life but mother was very much involved in my younger life since dad was away trucking. By default she was the disciplinarian as well as running Little Gem Store, Post Office, Gas Business, farm & home.

Her last public event was to her brother Grant’s memorial in Calgary in May when she was joking about accusing their mother of being Hitler’s cousin! Grandma Imes was a fine, stern German lady. Well there were times in my young life when I would have agreed that Mother was in some way connected to Hitler!! She was not a highly emotional person but she did have that look and if she headed in a certain direction we knew it was D-Day!

Mother taught us a lot.

BECAUSE OF HER

-I am not doing time in Drumheller or Prince Albert

I learned to respect authority

-Making me in tears go back 2 or 3 times to vacuum the corners

We have tidy places

-Thinking outside the box and holding me back from school until almost seven (Before books like Better Late Than Early were written)

I never had learning difficulties

-Reading to us kids

I love to read

-Love of music

I enjoy it

-Love of achievement

We have all been encouraged. She loved learning and revelled in academic accomplishment. One of her proudest times was when she travelled with us to Michigan and witnessed her granddaughter Kim’s graduation with a Master’s Degree in Physiotherapy. Kim, you made your grandma very proud. She was excited about anyone who achieved.

Carol & I were driving before we could see over the dash & I was flying at seventeen. As a licensed pilot, I was able to take her flying at eighteen. A lot of mothers would have had trouble with this.

-Healthy lifestyle choices

We all enjoy better health. She quit smoking when most thought it was good for you.

-Love of animals –

specifically cats

Carol & I both love them too.

-Get it done decisive way

Many potential family problems were averted. Back in ’99 when Little Gem restructured and brought Elaine and Scott in as shareholders mother was the visionary. Elaine says that for a mother-in-law who lived so close by, she was great – no meddling.

-Entrepreneurial spirit

Both Carol & I are happiest running our own show

-Deep faith in God

We have come to share it. From her prayers as a young mother for a 2 year old, polio crippled boy, I became the kid she couldn’t catch! Explanation: As we went round and round the red garage and she’s hollering “If I catch you, you’re really going to get it” (she must have been getting tired) I learned to have Plan B when up against an adversary! In this case it was to play her out so it wouldn’t hurt so much. To this day Elaine will confirm that I prefer to sit in a restaurant facing the door!!

Yes, our dear mother had it tough (more or less a single mom with dad gone so much) but we have come to appreciate what she has done for us. Recently I expressed some of this to her in a card which she apparently read over and over.

One last time

THANK YOU MOTHER.

Florence Merle Hill

(March 27, 1910-Oct. 1, 2011)

On October 1st, 2011, Florence Hill went home to be with her Lord and Savior at the age of 101 years and 6 months.

Florence was born in Rocky Coulee, Alberta on March 27th, 1910.

Florence was genuinely loved and respected by her family. She was an excellent role model for all, and will be deeply missed. She is survived by her daughter Shirley (Jack) Hackman of Namao, Eva (Albert) Zaborowsky of Sherwood Park, Pat (Rick) Rowland of Balfor, BC, Karen (Stewart) McNelly of Lake Nakamun, son-in-law Les Seatter of Langley, and daughter-in-law Shawna Hill of Aldergrove. She leaves behind 15 grandchildren, as well as 15 great-grandchildren and 2 great-great grandchildren. In addition, she leaves behind her brothers John (Eileen) McIntosh of Viking and Robert McIntosh of Calgary, as well as sister-in-law Erma (Marshall) Hill of St. Albert.

Florence was predeceased by her beloved husband Max in 1969, granddaughter Carol Seatter in 1980, son Delvin Hill in 1997, daughter Lorna Seatter in 2000, as well as her brother James McIntosh, and sisters Edna Mercier and Jean Brook.

In celebration of her wonderful life, a funeral was held on Saturday, October 8th, 2011 at the Open Doors Church, 10903 110 St. in Westlock at 2:00 p.m. with Pastor Bryan Logan officiating. Interment at the Westlock Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, please send donations to The Gideons or the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Alberta c/o 10004 105 Street Westlock, AB T7P 1V2.

The family would like to extend their thanks to Dr. Finney and staff at the Westlock Extended Care who ably cared for her during her stay there.

Westlock Funeral Home and Crematorium in charge of arrangements.

Jack Dunning Annett

(Oct. 1, 1925 – Oct. 3, 2011)

We are saddened to announce Jack Annett passed away on October 3, 2011 at the age of 86 years. Jack is survived by his children, Robert (Elizabeth), Mark (Gail), Keith (Sherryl), Marilyn, Sheryl Kale (Bill) and Lesley Hendricks (Stan). He is also survived by his first wife Peggy Annett; brother Bill; nine grandchildren and numerous nieces and nephews. Jack was predeceased by his wife Patricia; parents Ross and Lennye; daughter Irene; brothers Bob and Ron and sister Carol.

Jack was born in Salt Lake City and grew up in Consort, Alberta. He studied architecture at the University of Manitoba, graduating in 1949. Jack worked in New York in the early 1950’s before establishing a practice in Edmonton where he raised his first family. In 1963, he relocated to Los Angeles where he enjoyed a long, successful career managing major architecture firms. In 1965, he married Patricia, his last true love. Pat passed away in 1986 and Jack returned to Edmonton in 1990. In retirement, he immersed himself in the world of literature and, to the end of his days, pursued his passion for the classics and great writing in all its’ forms.

At Jack’s request, no memorial service will be held. Jack will be interred at Lake Road Cemetery in Consort in the spring.

Gifts in Jack’s memory may be made to the SPCA.

“So, she leaning on her husband’s arm, they turned homeward by a rosy path which the gracious sun struck out for them in its setting. And O there are days in this life worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O ’tis love, ’tis love, ’tis love that makes the world go round!”

– Dickens (Our Mutual Friend)

Florence McKenzie

(Jan. 11, 1925-Sept. 29, 2011)

Florence Louise McKenzie passed away at the Consort Long Term Care Center on September 29, 2011 at the age of 86.

Florence was born January 11th, 1925 to Ernest and Alice Cullen at Didsbury, AB. She was raised with her younger siblings Shirley and Bob on the family farm east of Didsbury.

School started for her in a one room country school where she discovered her love and passion for books, learning and children. The fall after completing high school, she went to Calgary to attend Normal School. Due to the shortage of teachers at that time she was sent out in January to finish a term at a school south of Coronation and boarded at the McKenzie farm. She returned to Normal School for another six weeks and then began a lifelong career of teaching. Florence’s early teaching positions were centered in the Didsbury area. Despite the distance between Didsbury and Coronation, Donald McKenzie and Florence Cullen were married in January of 1949.

Over the years she continued to teach, raise a family and help on the family farm. She was a loving and supportive mother to Joan and Alister. They lived on the farm until 1979 and then moved into Coronation. Florence retired from teaching in June 1982. Donald and Florence enjoyed traveling on bus tours to various points in Canada and the United States. She volunteered at the Hospital Gift Shop, the Library and raised a large garden of vegetables and flowers. She kept busy with handiwork as each grandchild received a crocheted afghan upon graduating from high school and later a framed cross stitched picture for their homes. She enthusiastically attended all hockey, volleyball, basketball and baseball games, 4-H activities, piano and dance recitals and all other special occasions that the grandchildren were involved in. After all this, she was never too busy to read and share a story with a child.

Florence and Don moved to the Consort Senior Citizens Lodge in 2004 and then in 2005 to the Extended Care at the Consort Health Center.

Florence was predeceased by her husband Donald, her brother Bob, sisters-in-law Margaret (Bill), Bessie (Bob and Stan), brothers-in-law Alister (Pearle) and Ian. She is survived by daughter Joan and her husband Doug Hadwin, son Alister and his wife Lorna McKenzie; grandchildren Kimberley (Graeme) Thain, Julie (Todd) Nelson, Rick (Erica) Hadwin, Joanne (Cody) Carfantan, Scott (Cara) McKenzie, Colin (Natasha Johnson) McKenzie and Alana McKenzie; great grandchildren Natalie, Allyson, Alexandra Thain, Jarret, Greg, Andria and Zachary Nelson, Jessica, Vanessa, Kate and Gracy Hadwin and Bryce Carfantan; sister Shirley (Chris) Randers of Olds, sister-in-law Lila McKenzie of Coronation; numerous nieces, nephews and special friends.

Funeral services were held at Trinity United Church, Coronation on Tuesday, October 4, 2011at 2:00 PM with Rev. Sue Hertell officiating. Granddaughter Kimberley Thain gave a loving tribute. William McClary presented “Danny Boy” accompanied by Ross Dabrusin on the piano. Pianist Linda Osetsky played for the congregational hymns “Old Rugged Cross” and “Take My Hand Precious Lord.” Florence was laid to rest at Coronation Cemetery with grandsons and grandsons in law Graeme Thain, Todd Nelson, Rick Hadwin, Cody Carfantan, Scott McKenzie and Colin McKenzie serving as pallbearers. The twelve precious great grandchildren released balloons at the cemetery, with special memories attached for grandma great. Family and friends gathered at the Golden Age Drop In Centre for a time of fellowship and a luncheon prepared and served by the Sunshine Club. Memorial donations may be made to Coronation Cemetery or to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary for Long Term Care.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with care and arrangements.

Douglas Gerald Clifford

(Dec. 11, 1968-Oct. 12, 2011)

Doug Clifford passed away suddenly on October 12, 2011 at the age of 42. Doug was born on December 11, 1968 in Wainwright to Gerald and Hazel Clifford and resided in the Ribstone and Provost area throughout the majority of his younger years.

At the age of 18, Doug began work at the Rutledge Ranch near Monitor. Doug married Christine Sorensen on February 3, 1990 and continued at Rutledge’s, starting a family of three girls. In 1997, Doug and his family moved up the road to Sounding Creek Ranch, and there the fourth girl entered the family. Doug was loving and very protective of his daughters. His girls and his horses were the most precious gifts in his life.

Doug is survived by his loving wife Chris, daughters Miranda, Colby, Kaylie and Breanna; sister Judy of Medicine Hat, brother John (Kathy) of Girouxville, Ray (Tammy) of Grande Prairie; mother Hazel of Camrose; mother-in-law Donna (Cyril) Lindseth, father-in-law Rod Sorensen; numerous in laws, cousins, nieces, nephews and many friends. Doug was predeceased by his father Gerald.

To commemorate Doug’s life a funeral service was held on Monday, October 17, 2011 at 1:00 P.M. at the Consort Sporetx Hall, Consort, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Pat Rutledge gave the eulogy. Pastor Darrel Durksen read Miranda Clifford’s 4-H speech that her Dad had helped her with. Colby Clifford read a poem she wrote for her Dad. Special music was by Pat and Charlotte Gilmer. A memorial slide presentation was played during the service. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Doug’s Family & Friends”. Lunch was prepared and served by the Consort Community Funeral Committee. Memorial donations may be made to The Clifford Family Account, RBC, Box 130, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0, Alberta Heart & Stroke Foundation, 202-5913, 50 Ave. Red Deer, AB, T4N 4C4 or to STARS, 1441 Aviation Park NE, Box 570, Calgary, AB, T2E 8M7.

You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Eulogy

by Pat Rutledge

A few of us gathered Saturday evening to share a few stories. There were a few tears of course but mostly there were a lot of laughs and I think that is how Doug would have wanted it. He was about having fun and telling stories. Sometimes we laughed with Doug and at times we laughed at him. I think he would be okay with that too. So this is a collective effort and here are some of the things we remembered.

Doug was a pretty good athlete and played hockey before he got into team roping. I know he saved me being run over by a lame bull when I tripped and he led it away into the trailer just as a rodeo clown would have. In recent years he rodeoed on the Senior Pro Rodeo Circuit and won a few trophies. He won a couple of saddles at the Sounding Creek Arena jackpots.

Doug was really afraid of mice. I remember him operating the silage cutter when a mouse showed up in the cab. The cutter came to an abrupt stop and Doug was out of there till someone dealt with the mouse. It didn’t matter how many dollars worth of equipment or how many people were waiting on him, operations were at a stand still. Brad remembers them stopped at Gateway Junction with the grain truck. Brad was inside getting coffees. When he came out Doug had a two foot long wrench he was using to beat up the inside of the truck trying to get at a mouse. Chris had to check his boots in the morning to make sure there weren’t any mice in them.

Doug was a sound sleeper. He might even fall asleep standing up then fall into bed or he might sleep walk. I remember before they were married Chris came to visit him one evening but he was already asleep. She crawled into bed to do some cuddling and he told her to bugger off. Chris must have been a little put off because she was the one telling the story next day. Evidently she didn’t hold a grudge as they soon were living together. The marriage proposal was a bit casual. One evening they were lying on the couch when Doug says, “You know our truck insurance would be a lot cheaper if we got married”. She replied, “Yeah it would”. So then he said, “So are you going to call your mother”.

I remember when Colby was born. It was at night in May, you know calving season. They had arranged for Irene to look after Miranda. So the call came in the middle of the night. Irene asked “who was that”. I said it was Doug he’s got a heifer calving. She said Oh and rolled over to go back to sleep when she suddenly realized who the heifer was. When she got to their place Doug asked, “Pat didn’t call the vet did he”.

Doug was a horse trainer and a horse trader. I think several horses were bought over a bottle of whiskey as he negotiated the price down, sometimes to ridiculously low levels. Of course after he rode them once the price immediately jumped and he was into the selling mode. When he worked for me I found this practice a bit irritating. We would trailer our horses out to the pasture and Doug would have to spin his horse a few times one way, then a few the other way before we were ready to start gathering. By this time any cattle that were around were heading into the bush at high speed. I guess a couple of the horses that passed through his hands did make it to the CFR so I guess he did add value to them.

Doug could be a bit of a practical joker. I remember one time when he hadn’t been working for us that long, when he decided to grease a gate handle thinking one of his fellow employees would be covered in grease when he opened it. Unfortunately my Dad was the first to find it and wasn’t at all impressed. He wasn’t too sure that we needed to keep a guy like that around.

Doug occasionally liked to bug people. He bugged Grant about his missing fingers until Grant had enough and held his middle stub up and asked “do you know what this means”. Doug’s reply was either “you rope better than you dally” or “it only means half what you think it means”.

When Doug was drinking he could get into the odd fight. Sometimes even with his friends but if anyone else attacked a friend Doug was first to his aid. One time he was in Irvine’s Tack Shop, which I understand is a combination western store/bar. There was a fellow sitting in a chair sort of between the store and the bar wearing a professional bull rider shirt. Doug went up and said “is that professional mutton buster” trying to get something going. He grabbed the guy by the shirt and tried pulling him to his feet. Apparently Doug had had a bit too much to drink and he fell backwards into the shirt rack. The shirts all said professional bull rider and Doug thought he was being beat up by the entire PBR crew. As he finally got to his feet his so called opponent is still sitting in the chair. Doug said, “you better not do that again”. I know Doug defended the Rutledge Ranch honour a few times in the Consort bar.

Doug was about having fun and one time he rode a horse (probably half broke) into the Consort bar. He sat on his horse till Grant finally rode his in as well. Things were looking good till he lit up a smoke. The bar tender said “I have to ask you to leave”. Doug asked “what’s the matter”? The bar tender says “there is no smoking allowed in the bar”. Doug said “I just rode a horse in here and you’re worried about smoking.”

Doug was mainly a horse person but he could also be handy mechanically. He helped a number of neighbours with tractor/truck problems. Apparently BJ had an incident with oil all over the tractor engine and had a mechanic out for several hours looking for the source. Doug noticed a beat up oil pail in the yard which turned out to be the source of the oil. BJ had changed oil then drove over the container and the fan sucked up the oil and blew it all over the engine.

Doug was often called upon to help out with brandings or working cattle at the neighbours. Dave Fawcett would phone to see if he was available. If he was Dave would ask “what about the crew?” Doug’s girls became pretty good hands and he was quite proud of their achievements. He had his youngest out learning to heel this summer. Colby was a serious contender in the wild pony race at Gooseberry till she got too old. They all seem to be horse trainers. Doug was proud of them and always talked about their accomplishments. Sometimes though, when he took them out as crew, I know it was punishment for being out a little too late the night before. Apparently if they weren’t home at the designated time he locked the doors and they had to sleep in the car or the camper.

He had several favourite songs he would sing. One was a Nickelback “If today was your last day”. He apparently got serious and was telling Colby what a good philosophy that was. She said, “so does that mean I can go to the rat hole tonight”. He said “no damn way”. He loved his girls and was very protective of them. He also said he couldn’t have asked for a better mother to raise them.

I think Doug was like an older brother to my kids. They went to drive-in movies to see movies their parents probably wouldn’t have allowed. I think he may even have supplied a few drinks when they were still under age.

As a family they never took any major trips but they were always doing fun things and enjoying life. They might chase coyotes or rabbits across the field for example. Hunting season was an opportunity for family activity and Miranda at least, became quite a good shot. On one occasion after shooting a rabbit, Red said “we’re eating meat tonight” so they took the rabbit home for Chris to cook for supper.

Apparently Doug was into using things like you tube or facebook. He found a clip on Youtube of some Indians doing the hurricane dance. After watching it a few times Doug was able to do it quite well. In fact his friends had a lot of fun with that. He might be in the box waiting to rope and his partner would be chanting “hurricane hurricane”. Colby called Wayne FM to request a song for Doug the Hurricane Clifford.

Colby says his morning ritual was to call “Colby Coffee Colby Coffee” He would repeat this till she finally got up to make coffee. One morning she wasn’t there and he told her the next day how he had to make his own coffee the day before. She asked, “so how many spoons of coffee did you use”. He had to ask Kaylie or Breanna how many spoons they had used. Apparently he was able to con several daughters into sharing a bowl of ice cream, one after the other without the first knowing anything about the second.

Doug will be remembered for his quick wit, his easy going smile and his zest for life. He had time to talk to anyone and was a good listener.

These are by no means all the stories that were told. I just didn’t write them all down fast enough. I’m sure we all have our own stories to remember him by.

Florence Falma Vetter passed away peacefully in the Coronation Hospital on October 17, 2011 at the age of 80, after a short battle with cancer. Florence was born in Consort, AB, the fourth child of George and Lydia Levie. She grew up on the family farm south of Loyalist taking her schooling at Jewitt School. As a child she loved horseback riding and sports. Florence caught Dave’s eye at a baseball game one day and after several years of courtship they were married on November 9, 1951, a marriage that lasted 59 years, 11 months and 7 days. Daughter Dolores was born in June 1956 and son Floyd was born in June 1959 completing the family. Florence loved to dance and she and Dave were seen kicking up their heels at all the local dances for many years. They farmed until November 1986, when they sold the farm to Floyd and moved to their present home in Veteran.

Florence loved her home and family and was always happiest when at home with her family around. Her grandchildren and great grandchildren brought her special joy, she always had time for a chat with them and a good joke to tell them.

Florence enjoyed floor curling and looked forward to winter when the bonspiels would begin. She was always up for a good game of crib and actually scored a perfect 29 hand once. Her passion was the Calgary Flames, we all knew not to bother her when a game was on television. Florence and her brother Irvin always had a bet going on one hockey game or another.

Florence enjoyed baking and anyone stopping in for a visit was usually treated to a cup of her tea and a homemade goodie or two.

Florence was predeceased by her parents George and Lydia Levie, sisters, Elsie Jewitt and Alice Maron, brother Albert Levie, brothers in law John Maron and Del Jewitt , sister in law Lorraine Levie, nephew Jim Levie and niece Yvonne Maron.

Florence is survived by her loving husband Dave, daughter Dolores (Pat) Cuthbertson, son Floyd (Sheila) Vetter, grandchildren, Jeff (Michelle) Cuthbertson, Kelly (fiancé Jessica) Vetter, Carley (Chad) Wittmack, great grandchildren Presley and Tate Cuthbertson and Raina Wittmack, brother Irvin (Rita) Levie, numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and many dear friends.

The memorial service for Florence Vetter was conducted on Friday, October 21, 2011 at 2:00 p.m. in the Veteran Community Hall, Veteran, AB with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Linda Schetzsle played for the congregational hymns “Amazing Grace”, “Just A Closer Walk With Thee” and “How Great Thou Art”. Long time friend Jim Howe gave the eulogy. Special recorded music was “Dance With Me” by Johnny Reid. Active Pallbearers were Florence’s grandchildren, Jeff (Michelle), Kelly (Jessica) and Carley (Chad). Honorary Pallbearers were Florence’s special friends, Elsie Nydokus, Jean Adams, Mary Chapman, Judy Howe, Olga Cox, Johanna Tanaschyk and Elsie Tkach. Following the service the interment was held at the Veteran Cemetery. Lunch was served in the Community Hall, which was prepared by the Veteran U.C.W. Memorial donations may be given to the Cross Cancer Institute, 11560 University Ave. Edmonton, AB, T6G 1Z2 or to the Coronation Hospital Foundation, Home Away From Room, Mail Bag 500, Coronation, AB, T0C 1C0. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com.

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

Eulogy

by Jim Howe

Florence has been telling me for the past five years when she passes I will be doing this job. I kept telling her I’m not good at that sort of thing but the other day after her passing Dolores called.

I am honoured that your family asked me and I thank you for this opportunity. I will give it my best shot.

Remembering Florence Vetter

Thanks Florence for sharing your life with my family and the rest of us gathered here today to celebrate your life. How do I begin a farewell when I still have trouble believing you are gone? I know my friend you would not want us to be sad today though it is impossible to let you pass without many tears. So as we pay tribute to her, remember Florence is in your hearts, your thoughts and your memories. The times we loved, the times we cried and the many, many times we laughed. For if we always think of her, she will never be gone.

Florence was an inspiration to everyone who knew her. She was a jokester who made you laugh, and laughter is good. Being around her made you feel good. I don’t think Florence worried too much about tomorrow, or cared about yesterday. She lived for today and enjoyed each day as it was.

My family has many fond memories of Florence. Many nights were spent at their house or ours. It may have started with the building of a buggy but always ended up at the crib table. Dave teamed with Judy, and I with Florence. When we were losing Florence often commented on Dave’s hairstyle. But all in fun and when the night was over we all agreed it was a great time.

Florence and Dave loved dancing. Anytime they went out and there was music, they were dancing. People commented on what lovely dancers they were and I understand their daughter has followed in their footsteps. Is that correct, Dolores?

Florence was a tea drinker and it had to be tea leaves. Blue ribbon, in fact, when going to various places like taking your tooth brush and toothpaste she had to take tea leaves with her. When she couldn’t buy tea leaves here anymore she had all her friends and relatives searching for some. I heard one of her friends travelled all the way to Nova Scotia to bring her back some tea, and after that she got that friend to order it from there. Is this correct Mary? She also kept her hair perfectly in place at all times. She had a favourite hairspray, “Adorne.” And when she couldn’t buy it here any longer, guess what, she again had all her friends and family searching but she wasn’t as lucky this time she had to change brands.

She was a true housewife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and friend. When Jeff’s baby arrived Florence said I don’t feel old enough to be a great grandmother but I guess there were other great grandmothers at the age of 39 also. She always had fresh baking on her counter, be it angel food cake, apple or strawberry Saskatoon pie, rice crispy squares, etc. and would always offer you some with her special tea. After you finished dessert and tea she’d offer to read your tea cup. Florence once read my grand-daughters tea cup and told her to stay away from boys, they were trouble. She would also sometimes say she saw money in our hands, well bless you Florence. We are still waiting.

Judy was her hairdresser for many years. After moving out to the farm, Judy would go into town to do her hair. She wanted it done at 11 in the morning, as that way she would have time to do her morning chores. After the hair-do Judy would have to stay for lunch, a special cup of tea and baking and before she left, Florence again read the tea cup. At Christmas she had all her ingredients laid out to do her baking; be it fruit cake, doughnuts or butter tarts. As soon as they were baked she had to get them to the freezer or Dave would come home and eat them all. Is that correct Dave? Several times when Judy was leaving she would say, “Tell Jim to get in here to play crib, because I have a good joke from Irvin to tell him”.

Florence was superstitious; she once said there were 13 people at the table and she would go sit by herself. Is that correct Floyd?

The Calgary Flames have lost their best fan. Win or lose she was a Calgary Flame fan. She liked to make small bets on the Flames winning, especially with Irvin. Heaven forbid if you phoned her when there was a Flames game on the tube, she would just say I will call you back I’m watching the game. The only time she could miss a game was while floor curling was on.

Florence was a strong lady and when she found out she was terminally ill with that horrifying disease she said, “I’m not taking treatment, and I can handle it. If it’s my time, it’s my time.”

I know today the pain is gone, and we thank God for that. Thank you Florence our lives are better because we knew you. Today we are gathered to say goodbye to our dear friend. Your family, your friends and the community will miss you. I know you’re dancing in heaven, wearing your apron, with every hair in place. Goodbye my friend, until we will meet again.

Trevor Jones

(Sept. 9, 1970-Oct. 15, 2011)

Trevor was born on September 9, 1970 in Provost, Alberta. He lived all of his life at the YT Bar Ranch in the Neutral Hills.

Trevor’s schooling began in Czar, Alberta and he ended it at Consort, Alberta. Trevor did take some courses at Dawson Creek BC as well as Saskatoon, SK to further his ranching knowledge. He was a proud rancher who loved his job.

On November 3, 1990 Trevor met the love of his life, Loreen Campion and they were married on May 2, 1992. After almost two years of married life, on April 23, 1994, Brant James Joseph entered into this world. Three years later on March 27, 1997 came Reegan Anne and three and a half years later Mattea Jean arrived on August 9, 2000. Trevor’s pride and joy were his kids. He was so proud of all of their accomplishments.

Trevor’s life ended in one of his favorite thinking spots where he always found peace and solace. Trevor leaves a legacy of love.

Trevor is survived by his loving wife Loreen; children, Brant, Reegan & Mattea; sister, Deborah Jones (Roger Goldsmith) and children, Amanda (Ray) Stahl, Sam & Cassie; Stacey (Gary) Hawkins, Janelle, Brent, Lane & Wade; sister Cindy (Gord) Conley and children, Justin (Abbie) Gattey, Brandon Gattey (Meagan Schwenk) & Rachel Hughes; nieces Adrianne (Travis) Nogier, Tristan, Ella; Vicky (Kyle) Forsberg, Brenna & Rowan. He is also survived by father & mother-in-law Jim & Eunice Campion; sisters-in-law, Renee (Lloyd) Greer, Sarah & Will; Andrea (Alan) Layden, Seth, Annaliese, Shay & Avery. Trevor was predeceased by his father Russel Jones and Grandma Irene Campion.

The memorial service for Trevor Jones was conducted on Thursday, October 20, 2011 at 1:00 p.m. in the Consort Curling Rink with Reverend Sue Hertell officiating. Linda Osetsky played for the congregational hymn “Take My Hand Precious Lord”. Tributes and fond memories were shared by Loreen Jones, Cindy & Gord Conley, Deborah Jones and Lee Gunderson. Special recorded music was “Today I’m Gonna Try And Change The World”, “A Woman Like You”, “My Old Friend” by Johnny Reid. Yvonne Barnes & Sue Hertell sang “In The Bulb There Is A Flower”. A memorial video presentation was played during the service. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Trevor’s Family & Friends”. Urn Bearers were nephews, Justin Gattey and Brandon Gattey. A Private Family Interment was held at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Lunch was served in the Curling Rink which was prepared by the Consort Community Funeral Committee.

Loreen’s Tribute

Trevor,

I have so many memories of you that will be in my heart forever, from that silly little giggle (which sometimes drove me crazy) to that big grin that was always on your face. You were the most gentle, loving husband and father that anyone could ever ask for. You were a very hard working man and you took pride in everything you did. Never ever did you have a bad thing to say about anyone, you always found the good in people. You had a kind caring soul and I know that you just didn’t want to fight anymore. I just wish I had that last chance to tell you how much I love you and that I will be yours forever.

I know how proud you were of your kids from the girl’s dance and 4-H to Brant’s rodeo, even if you weren’t physically there you were there in your heart cheering them on and then bragging about them to anyone who would listen. I know how much you loved to ranch and how you loved your dad and wanted to carry on the ranching legacy so Brant, Reegan, Mattea, and I are going to do that for you. Rest assured that Brant has already said he will be looking after the cattle and I can do the books because apparently I’m not that knowledgeable in the cattle department, or so Brant thinks. But you know me, I’m the only one that can help calf out a heifer in flip-flops and sleep pants. Trevor I love you so much and I’m going to miss you. But our memories together will never ever die. I saw this quote and it just suited you to a tee. It is from “It’s a Wonderful Life”

“Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around he leaves an awful hole, doesn’t he?”

Love you forever and ever,

Loreen

P.S. – If you ever need to spit in my ear I’m always here for you. You will always be my one and only.

(July 18, 1988-Oct. 23, 2011)

Joel Richard Kelts was born on July 18,1988 in Calgary, Alberta. Joel weighed 7 lbs. 14 oz. and grew at an amazing rate. He looked like a Kelts but he got his height from the Little side. Joel was a very reserved little boy but as one teacher commented when Joel did talk all the kids listened. Some thought that he had a very dry sarcastic sense of humor, possibly another Little trait. Dot told me that she was very glad that Joel was born a boy because after having five sons she didn’t know what to do with a girl.

Joel was momentarily thrilled when his sister was born, but he soon discovered that she was more of a nuisance than an attribute. But as time went on she was a constant, although not always, willing companion. Joel would tell Jalisa if you come climb on the bales with me, then I will play Barbies with you. This was in fact a lie because he would not play Barbies but Jalisa never seemed to mind. Joel was a great big brother who would defend Jalisa to the end. Cody, Jalisa and Joel were over climbing on the bales when they were 7 or 8. The threesome came upon a porcupine hiding in the bales. The porcupine made the ultimate mistake of turning to run in Jalisa’s direction. This was interpreted as an act of aggression by the boys, so they swiftly dispatched the porcupine with their ever present homemade wooden swords. Then to the delight of Margaret and Bill, Joel described the victory to Rick over the VHF radios. Joel could also be relied upon to take her down a peg or two if he felt she needed it. He would often comment after one of her JALISA MOMENTS, “and people think you are the smart one – if they only knew”. Joel liked to keep it real!

Joel loved living next door to Grandma and Grandpa. If Mom was mad or not cooking something he liked, he would call down to Grandma and get invited for supper. Their house was just an extension of ours.

Joel loved to be home and on the farm. He played hockey briefly and enjoyed it but didn’t like to travel. Joel also played ball and enjoyed being part of a team. However, Joel found his true niche when he joined the Diamond Back Boxing Club in Acadia Valley. Boxing was the perfect sport for Joel because you won or lost and were only accountable to yourself. Joel won the 2005 Alberta Silver Gloves, Best Junior in 2005. He also loved that his Grandpa and Uncles had all been boxers and he felt he was carrying on a family tradition.

In life you also hope to find the one person who completes you, understands you without saying anything. I am sure that Cody now thinks that is Kelsey but before her, Cody was that someone for Joel. They were constant companions through thick and thin and best of friends. Cody lived at our house and was a best friend to Joel and another brother to Jalisa. Joel and Cody lived in anticipation of Gooseberry Lake rodeo every year, participating in goat tying, mutton busting and wild pony racing. They couldn’t wait until they were old enough to camp on the hill with the big kids. I know Trevor and Chad had to chase them away when they would sneak up the hill, I suspect after they had a beer or two. Gooseberry Rodeo continued to be one of Joel’s favorite events and he often provided musical entertainment for everyone during the weekend. Joel, Cody and Lucas could be seen on rain or shine in their “party shirts”.

Joel did all his schooling in Consort and after struggling for several years was finally diagnosed with dyslexia. I decided that Joel would graduate and together we studied for hours. By Grade 10, Joel realized it was far easier to just get the work done than constantly fight and that was a turning point for us. Joel worked hard to overcome this challenge and made his parents and sister very proud when he graduated. We always told him it didn’t have to be pretty, it just had to be a pass, and pass he did. Joel learnt that hard work and dedication paid off and this followed all through his life. Things had to be done perfect to suit him. Joel did the RAP program and work experience while attending school. He worked for Bob and Elaine Cornelssen at the Consort Auto Body and then when he turned 16 he went to work for the Polson family at Consort Machine Shop. Joel has been a constant fixture there and has become a member of their family. Sandra cooked lunch everyday and Joel was a participant in many lively discussions.

Joel attended SAIT and became a Journeyman Machinist in 2009. Joel was registered to take his Welding in January 2012 in Red Deer.

Joel, Cody and Marty eagerly anticipated their 18th birthday to be able to go to the bar legally and get tattoos. Joel soon discovered that sneaking into Veteran Bar while underage and hiding under the pool tables was far more exciting then actually walking through the door. And we waited and waited to see if Joel would get a tattoo. Joel waited a while, which led us into a false sense of security thinking maybe he had outgrow this phase. But during an unexpected trip to the ER a helpful RN removed his shirt to check him out and much to my surprise there was his first tattoo. Rick was not happy! Rick told Joel if you have to have a tattoo, it has to be meaningful. In 2009 Kelts Farms celebrated their 100 years of being an active farm in Alberta. We received a lovely plague from the Province and the Special Areas and you guessed it Joel got a tattoo. Joel got the brand on his arm, Rick was mad once more because he told him you didn’t need to go to Wainwright to get that done, I could have done that for you.

Lucas and Joel were thrilled one day when they found Grandpas old suits stored in the basement. They wore the two small, too tight and really ugly suits, but for the next several weeks they were a fashion must.

A huge influence in Joel’s life was Bill, Margaret and family. Bill loved to hunt and Joel was a constant companion. Bill would phone Joel to find out what zone was open for hunting instead of looking it up because Joel would memorize the book as soon as it came out. The one wish Joel had for his graduation was to have Bill there. Margaret told Bill he couldn’t come to grad in his sweats but Joel told Margaret he just wanted him there he didn’t care what he wore. And Bill was there! I think Joel loved Trish as much as Mark did. He constantly harassed her about dating a broken down hockey player. He would tell her that she should marry him and she could still be a Kelts but that she was trading up to a newer improved version. Joel regarded Mark as his big brother and Will was just the icing on the cake. While branding one year, Joel decided to pester Mark by throwing lumps of dirt at him. Amazingly one hit Mark in the head. As Bill and Rick watched Mark chased Joel down the service road to town, they remarked that Joel could run faster scared than Mark could mad.

Joel and Rick spent endless hours looking for the big buck. They anticipated hunting season like some families do Christmas. Joel helped out on the farm this year, with swathing, baling and harvest.

As Joel matured there were several amazing transformations. We came to learn that we should have enrolled him as well as Jalisa in dance. Although I am not sure even Mrs. Rockey would have been up to that challenge. For the once shy boy that had failed creative dance in grade 2, now at any social event you would find Joel out dancing, for a while it was without a shirt and eventually he outgrew this trend, much to his parent’s eternal gratitude. This was replaced with dancing without shoes and socks as was observed by all at Jenna’s wedding celebration. Joel’s natural exuberance was a joy to watch. Joel grabbed Donna Scheible and proceeded to dance the night away. When Donna finally pleaded for mercy, Joel returned her to Roger and proudly told him that “he had taken the edge off her and that he should be able to handle her now”.

We have established a scholarship fund at the Treasury Branch in Joel’s name. It will be given to a learning disabled student in Consort School. Jalisa and I will administer the fund and decide who will receive it. Joel was honored to receive the Dale Crisp memorial in Grade 7 and it was a real boost to him. We would like to do the same for some deserving student.

Joel loved with all his heart; if he loved you -you knew it, if he didn’t you knew it.

Joel loved life and lived it fully for the short time we had with him. This past weekend was an unfortunate accident but certainly not a reflection of him or his beliefs. We want to thank all his friends and our family for all the love and support you have shared with him and us over the past years, it will not be forgotten. Nor will Joel for he will be forever in our hearts!

Joel Richard Kelts was born in Calgary on July 18th, 1988. Joel was to be born in Consort Hospital but he was in no hurry to be born, so we were off to Calgary.

Joel is the son of Rick and Sandy Kelts, and brother to Jalisa. His grandparents are the late Donald and Helen Kelts of Consort and Bruce and Ethel Little of Balgonie, Saskatchewan. Joel was fortunate enough to have a large extended family that included Bill and Margaret Kelts and Neil and Sandra Polson. His “brothers” were Mark and Brad Kelts and Russell and Robert Polson. His “sisters” included Jennifer Schetzsle and Jenna Collett. His close friends were Cody Wittmack, Lucas Latimer, Robert Dempsey and most of the town of Consort, because you know we are related to everyone.

Joel passed away on October 23, 2011. He lived his life fully for the 23 years that he was with us.

Joel is survived by his parents and sister and Uncles Grant, Jim & Kerry (Millarville), Byron & Martha, Greg & Janice, Mike & Lynn Little (Estevan), Kit & Michelle Little (Maple Ridge, B.C.) and numerous other family members.

If friends desire, memorial contributions may be made to the Joel Kelts Memorial Fund at the Alberta Treasury Branch. A scholarship will be established through the Consort School and given to students with a learning disability.

The funeral service for Joel Kelts was held on Thursday, October 27, 2011 at 1:00 p.m. at the Consort Sportex with Pastor Darrell Durksen officiating. Linda Schetzsle played for the congregational hymns “How Great Thou Art” and “Amazing Grace”. The tribute was read by Margaret Kelts. The recorded musical selection was, “If Today Was Your Last Day” by Nickelback. Honorary Pallbearers were Joel’s many friends and family. Active Pallbearers were Lucas Latimer, Mark Kelts, Robert Polson, Russell Polson, Cody Wittmack and Robert Dempsey. A Private Family Interment was held at Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort Alberta. A time of fellowship and a luncheon, served by the Consort Community Luncheon Committee, followed.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium in charge of arrangements.

John Albert “Jiggs” Fleming

(July 6, 1917-Nov. 2, 2011)

John Albert Fleming (fondly known as Jiggs) passed away in Consort, Alberta on November 2, 2011 at the age of 94. During his life he spent many years in the surrounding area, and was well known by his many friends and relatives near and far.

John was born to George and Jennie Fleming on July 6, 1917, just a few months after they had moved from Idaho, making him the first of their nine children to be born in Canada. He grew up in a loving family environment during the depression years. Music was a large part of his life and most of his siblings played musical instruments. He and his brother played their harmonicas for many country dances in the area. He moved to the Peace River area for a short time, but came home to help on the farm during the war years.

In the early 1950’s, he moved to British Columbia where he was employed in logging and sawmills, and where together with his wife, Violet, they raised their only child, Carol. She was without question the brightest star in his life. After living for many years in the small community of Tete Jaune Cache, they moved to the Kamloops area and then later to Cherryville, B.C. where they owned and operated a resort which included a cafe, cabins and a gas station. In 1980, he returned home to Czar with his family, to retire.

John enjoyed many hobbies, including fishing, reading, poetry, music and carpentry. He liked to work with wood and leather, and was extremely proud of his workshop and tools. He spent many hours visiting, playing pool and cards at the Hitching Post and reminiscing about “the good old days on the prairie.” He had a wonderful sense of humor, and a deep love and understanding of animals. Soft spoken and loved by all who knew him, his memory will remain with us forever.

John is survived by his three sisters, Ethel Morgan of Langley, B.C., Joyce (Richard) Holt and Nina Coffland, both of Lewiston Idaho; granddaughter, Christa Clark of Whitecourt, Alberta, grandson Jeremy Fleming of Vancouver, B.C,; his great grandchildren Kane Fleming of John D’Or, Alberta, Gage Fleming and Marshall Wright of Whitecourt, Alberta and many nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his parents, George and Jennie Fleming, his wife Violet, his daughter Carol, his sisters Becky and Ida, and his brothers Leonard, Stanley and Andy Fleming.

“The family would like to extend sincere gratitude and appreciation to the staff at the Consort Lodge, and more recently the staff at the Consort Hospital for their outstanding care”

A Celebration of Life for John “Jiggs” Fleming will be conducted on Saturday, November 12, 2011 at 2:00 p.m. in the Emmanuel Lutheran Church, Czar, Alberta with Pastor Eleanor Ness officiating. Memorial donations may be given to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary in care of Coronation Funeral Home Ltd, Box 35, Coronation, AB, T0C 1C0. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@xplornet

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

Marcella “Marcy” Gramlich

(July 7, 1958 – Oct. 28, 2011)

Marcella Anne-Rose was born July 7, 1958 at Kerrobert, Saskatchewan to Don and Gwen Gramlich. Marcy passed away on October 28, 2011 in Calgary, Alberta at the age of 53 years.

Marcy will be lovingly remembered and forever missed by her son, Dakkota; parents, Don & Gwen; brothers, Rod (Ann) & Doug (Bonnie) and their children, Melanie (Joel) & Janelle (Jorge); sister, Anita Ference and her children, Matthew & Chantel; as well as numerous other relatives and friends.
Marcy was predeceased by her brother-in-law, Ervin Ference.

Memorial donations gratefully accepted to: The Dakkota Gramlich Account, RBC (Royal Bank) Consort, Transit 03309; The Mustard Seed, 102 – 11 Avenue S.E. Calgary, Alberta T2G 0X5; Calgary Alpha House Society, 203 – 15 Avenue S.E., Calgary, Alberta T2G 1G4; The Calgary Drop-In and Rehab Centre, 423 – 4th Avenue S.E. Calgary, Alberta T2G 0C8

The Funeral Service was held Tuesday, November 8th, 2011 at 10:30 a.m., St. Mary’s Catholic Church, Provost, Alberta with Reverend Joselito Empleo Cantal officiating. Pallbearers were Pat Gramlich, Doug Ference, Neil Benedict, Myles White, Gerald Barber, and Dwayne Hayworth. Private Interment took place at Altario Cemetery, Altario, Alberta.

Gregory’s Funeral Home of Provost, Alberta was in charge of arrangements.

Eulogy

(by Sheila Gramlich)

Marcella Anne Rose Gramlich

Marcy was born in Kerrobert Sk. to Don and Gwen on July 7, 1958. Her immediate family are brothers Rod and Doug, and sister Anita. She was raised her entire life in Altario, Alberta, excelling in her schooling and graduating in 1976. This was followed by a furthering of her education at N.A.I.T. taking Secretarial Arts.

She returned to Consort, Alberta to be employed over several years at the Royal Bank, Special Areas, Big Country Health Unit as well as various other jobs including bookkeeping and work at The Consort Enterprise, finally settling back in Altario to own and operate the Altario Hotel.

On April 19, 2001 Dakkota Justice Gramlich was born. He was the pride and joy of her life and continues to be.

To introduce myself, I am Sheila Gramlich and I am married to Pat. Whenever I was with Marcy she would introduce me as her ‘cousin-in-law’. Even that made-up term of hers always made me feel like I was more than just her friend.

That was one of her special and often practiced traits; she wanted to make others feel good.

Marcy was a very eccentric person, whether it was her perfume, jewelery, wardrobe, or decorating, everything was done to the max – the more the better!

One example of this was when she just couldn’t have 1 or 2 lawn ornaments set out.. No, not Marcy. Snow White had to have all the Seven Dwarfs with her. Her front yard was full of every lawn ornament she could find. They were strategically placed and she loved them all.

She also had her front porch full too, but it was with baby Samoyed puppies! Really, her porch was full of the cutest little white fluffballs you can imagine. They were treated like royalty with Marcy being the best mother ever, and she loved them all.

Another trait of Marcy’s was extravagance. This was evident at Marcy and Wendy’s wedding when the only vehicle that would hold all 14 of us in the wedding party was the Hayworth motorhome — the biggest one in the country!

Marcy also loved looking good, and hearing everyone’s compliments. I’m not sure if I ever saw her wearing the same outfit twice; she had alot of clothes! So, it took alot of time deciding what to wear, which was probably why she was always known to be ‘late’ – another of her very well known and often practised traits.

When Doug and Bonnie were planning their wedding I can remember Doug suggesting that they should have a special invitation printed, just for Marcy, saying that the wedding was 1 hr earlier!

Being ‘late’ was her trademark when we were on the same bowling team as well. Marcy was captain of our team which included Terry Kulyk, Patti Wiltse, Marcy Thomas and myself. We would wait for her as long as we could and then just go ahead and start playing without her. Soon, here would come Marcy running in, throwing on her shoes and bowling like crazy to get caught up (almost always getting a strike or a spare!) . Our team really did get some strange looks but guess what? We won the league that year!!

Marcy loved country music. She loved playing the guitar and entertaining. Her singing and musical talent was very likely passed on to her from the Hagen side of the family. It was definitely practised with the Hagen side of the family too.

Marcy was such a hard worker. She always had a list of things to get done or a new project to be started. So many times something would be started, after her day job was ended. She would stay up half the night just so she would get more done. This was when we were in our 20’s. Marcy was young, full of energy & ideas and she could get a huge amount accomplished. She was absolutely unstoppable. Just think of how this positive outlook could help us all.

Marcy’s family and friends were also very important to her. Not that all her thoughts and beliefs were agreed with. No, not at all. At times our patience was very much tried and tested. She was extremely strong-willed and would try everything in her power to get you to change your opinion and agree with her. Determination is not a bad quality. Even when a disagreement couldn’t be resolved she continued to stay in touch with her family. Her love of family and friends was always there.

Marcy truly did have a “Heart of Gold”. We will all miss her dearly.

Bernice Wiltse

(June 21, 1918 – Nov. 13, 2011)

Bernice Wiltse passed away in the Consort Long Term Care, Consort, Alberta on Sunday, November 13, 2011 at 93 years of age. Bernice is survived by her loving husband Harold Wiltse; sister, Frances Jackson and brother Bob Doherty; as well as numerous nieces, nephews, other relatives and many dear friends.

A Prayer Vigil for Bernice took place at the Corpus Christi Catholic Church, Consort, Alberta on Wednesday, November 16, 2011 at 7:00 P.M. with Lay Minister Marilynn Deagle presiding. Proclaimers were Frances Jackson and Martha Oxamitny. A Memorial Mass was held on Thursday, November 17, 2011 at 11:00 AM. Celebrant was Reverend Joselito Cantal. Music ministry was Patricia Wiechnik and Kelly Owens with music: Here I Am Lord, The Lord is My Light and My Salvation, Lord, Make Us Servants of Your Peace, Our Daily Bread and Rest In Peace. The Words of Remembrance were given by Tara Fawcett. Special recorded music was by Bernice’s sister, Frances Jackson, “Just A Closer Walk With Thee”. The Adult Server was Marilynn Deagle; Readers were Martha Oxamitny & Taylor Fawcett; Gift Bearers were Maureen Kwolick & Frances Jackson. Urn bearer was niece Betty Rockey. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Bernice’s Family & Friends”. Following the service family and friends gathered at the Sportex Hall for a time of visiting and reminiscing. A beautiful lunch was prepared and served by the Corpus Christi Catholic Church.

In Bernice’s honour, memorial contributions may be made to the Corpus Christi Catholic Church Building Fund, Box 541, Consort, Alberta, T0C 1B0 or to a charity of the donor’s choice. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@ xplornet.com. Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Words of Remembrance

Bernice was born in Consort on June, 21,1918. She was predeceased by her parents Frank and Julia Doherty. Her brother Vernon, his wife Gertrude Doherty; brother Wilfred and his wife Faye Doherty; sister Millie and Edgard Lyons. She attended Silvercrest School from Grade 1 to Grade 9. Her high school education was in Castor at Theresetta Convent.

Bernice learned her housekeeping and cooking skills not only from her mother but in various households where she worked in Coronation. She also worked as a waitress and cook in Kerr’s Coffee Shop in Coronation for about 2 years.

She learned to sew at a very young age, getting many pointers and assistance from Beattie Ross-Jones. Bernice shared her sewing skill with the young girls in the 4H Club and taught many of them more than just basic of sewing.

On November 30, 1939 Bernice and Harold were united in a very happy marriage which lasted through a lifelong dream 72 years. In the first years of their married life they lived in a small house, often referred to as a doll house, on the west side of town. After the war they bought a house on Main Street beside what was, at that time, the telephone office. Bernice spent untold hours painting, varnishing, and remodelling to constantly improve their home. They moved to their present home in 1963.

Bernice clerked in Wiltse’s Pioneer Store until Harold joined the Air Force. She was able to accompany him for 6 months in Calgary, 6 month in Montreal and 6 months in Lethbridge. As she was unable to accompany him for the balance of the war she returned to Consort and worked at the Pioneer Store.

Over the years, Bernice was able to help Harold in his Ford business by doing a lot of driving to pick up new vehicles or to make deliveries of vehicles.

Bernice was a charter member of the Ladies Auxiliary of the Legion, a very active participate and held the position of president for several years. She was also an active member in the Hospital Auxiliary and was president at one point.

When the Golf Course opened at Gooseberry Lake, she began golfing when it was a 6 hole course and continued all through the years even when she needed assistance because of her failing eye sight. She always entered tournaments and did well.

During the years after the war and before Bernice and Harold began spending the winter in Arizona, many young girls coming to work in Consort boarded at their home and became lifelong friends.

During the other six months they spent much time at their cabin at Gooseberry Lake, entertaining a constant stream of company of all ages, not only local friends and relatives but also folks they had become acquainted with in Arizona.

For several years Bernice belonged to a ladies bridge club, with members Gert Doherty, Bernice Day, Bernice Culham, Inga Sodeman, Helen Frayn, Laura Read, Marguerite Wiese, Nicky Zaph and probably others.

Bernice was an active member of the Catholic Women’s League all through the years, holding all the administrative positions, including being president for many years.

During the winter she was the skip for the Ladies Curling team. Many hilarious times were enjoyed by these ladies, especially when they attended tournaments in the neighboring towns. Some members were Gert Doherty, Sophie Kelts, Hilda McFetridge, Edith Edwards and Martha Robinson.

Bernice and Harold craved company. Their home in Consort had friends dropping in at any time of day and it was the same out at the cabin. The signing of their guest book was a “MUST” either at the cabin or at the house.

In Arizona they frequently entertained 25 – 40 people for Christmas, New Years and Thanksgiving or at any opportunity. Full turkey dinners were served, including salads, desserts and probably some “bubbly.” Their home was constantly an “Open House”.

Here in Consort, friends constantly popped in for freshly baked buns, bran muffins or just coffee. Evening friends were invited for a game of cards, a musical evening or just a quiet visit.

Bernice and Harold took great pride in the church and its beliefs. They were very proud when their great great niece took an active role in the Catholic Church. Bernice and Harold were extremely proud to sponsor Taylor Fawcett at her confirmation ceremony and her first communion.

Bernice and Harold travelled to Japan and Hawaii and went on several cruises, the most recent one being a cruise to Alaska, always with a small group of friends.

They had no children; a void compensated by a wealth of relatives and countless numbers of lifelong friends of all ages. Bernice and Harold were a perfect match for each other. Theirs was a very happy, ideal marriage for 72 years.

Marion Berry

(Jan. 8, 1929-Nov. 15, 2011)

Marion Elizabeth Berry was born on January 8,1929 to Wilfred and Margaret Tuttle at Tisdale, Saskatchewan. She was raised with her older sister Donna and her younger siblings, Evelyn, Bill and Robert in a number of small northern Sask. Villages. Her father was a minister and they moved frequently.

Marion’s education began in a small, one-room school and she quickly discovered a life-long love of the written word. She enjoyed reading and writing until her health deteriorated and she no longer could.

After completing high school, she went to Moose Jaw to attend Normal School. There was a severe shortage of teachers at the time, so with a mere six months of teachers’ training, she was sent to a remote school in northern Sask. Marion drove to work with a horse and toboggan. She was 18 years old.

Eventually her teaching career brought her to a small school beneath a large hill – Antelope Park. Marion was nervous about living alone in the teacherage so she boarded with John and Anna Berry. They had five wonderful sons and the middle son, Gordon, captured her heart and her hand. They were married at Christmas break on December 28,1950.

The following years were busy. Marion and Gordon took over the family farm. She was loving mother to five “official” children and was blessed with an assortment of amazing nieces, nephews and friends whom she loved as her own.

Marion enjoyed cooking, reading, writing and crafts. She was a Girl Guide leader and liked to build fires and camp out. She was interested in people and loved to hear their stories. No one could recollect her ever being too busy to chat with anyone and always enjoyed the visits of family, friends, and neighbours over a cup of tea.

Marion’s fascination with genealogy and her interest in other people’s stories led her to recording some of those stories in a local history book called “The School Beneath the Hill’. It is a loving look back to the pioneers of Antelope Park.

Marion was generous and kind with a special spot in her heart for single moms and young families struggling to make ends meet. She was a Christian. Her faith was deep and abiding. She loved the old hymns and could remember all the lyrics, right to the very end of her life.

A stroke, on her 75th birthday, in January 2004 left her health diminished but her desire to live at home made her determined to walk again. She accomplished her goal and returned to the family farm where her husband, Gordon, faithfully and lovingly took care of her for another 7 years. She was moved to Kerrobert when it was no longer possible to provide her needs at home.

Marion quietly and peacefully slipped from time into eternity on November 15, 2011. She was predeceased by her mother and father, Margaret and Wilfred Tuttle, her sister and brother-in-law Evelyn and Aloys Bakanec, her brother-in-law Victor Bahsler, her sisters-in-law Eleanor and Kay Berry, her nephews Rodney Tuttle and Keith Berry and her great-nephew Benjamin Bakanec. She is survived by her husband Gordon, son Brian, daughter Bev (Gene), son Greg (Nora), grandson Justin, son Alan, son Kent (Paula), grandsons Peter and Matthew, granddaughters Hannah and Sarah, sister Donna and family, brother Bill (Marjorie) and family, and brother Robert (Sandra) and daughters.

The funeral service was held on Sunday, Nov. 20, 2011 at 1:00 p.m. at Loverna Community Hall, Loverna, SK. Master of Ceremonies was Paul Klassen and Peter Klassen gave the opening prayer. Congregational singing included “Lily of the Valley”, “Won’t It Be Wonderful There”, and “The Old Rugged Cross”. Special singing was by Becky Hildebrandt and Paul Klassen. A cello solo was given by Christina Bakanec. The eulogy was presented by Gene Sturby and there were tributes by Rita Lowenberg, Jennette Porter and Wanda Rowe. Scripture and message was given by Pastor Roger Smith. Recessional was “Going Home” and music by Joel Klassen. Register attendants were Brittany and Kjerstin Cooper. Pallbearers were Brian Berry, Alan Berry, Greg Berry, Donald Rowe, Gene Sturby and Kent Berry. Ushers were Jason Cooper and Ken Bakanec.

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Going home, going home,

I am going home

Quiet-like, some still day,

I am going home

It’s not far, just close by

through an open door

Work all done, care laid by,

Never fear no more

Mother’s there expecting me,

Father’s waiting, too

Lots of faces gathered there

All the friends I knew.

I’m just going home

No more fear, no more pain

No more stumbling by the way

No more longing for the day

Going to run no more

Morning star lights the way,

Restless dream all gone

Shadows gone, break of day, Real life has begun

There’s no break, there’s no end

Just a living on

Wide awake with a smile

Going on and on

Going home, going home

I am going home

Shadows gone, break of day, Real life has begun

I”m just going home

Evelyn Williams

(Sept. 14, 1940-Dec. 12, 2011)

Evelyn Williams passed away on Monday, December 12, 2011 at Consort, Alberta at the age of 71 years.

Evelyn is survived by her loving husband Frank; 3 daughters, Roxanne (Randy) and children Travis, Ryan & Jordan, Julie (Jay) and children Tyson & Landon, Holly (Ryan) and Madison; brother Keith Garbutt; as well as other relatives and many many dear friends and co-workers. Evelyn was predeceased by her parents Charles and Margaret Garbutt; sister Lorraine Jewitt; mother-in-law and father-in-law Lillian and Ernest Williams.

To commemorate Evelyn’s life, a funeral service was held on Saturday, December 17, 2011 at 2:00 P.M. at the Consort Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. A Tribute to Mom was shared by Evelyn’s three daughters, Roxanne, Julie and Holly. Dawn Gillespie gave the eulogy. Joan Wittmack shared her words of remembrance; Joan Day gave a loving tribute and Stephanie read a letter she wrote to Evelyn. Special music “In The Garden” and “The Rose” was by Ralph & Marvel Jorgenson. Marilyn Long sang “In My Daughter’s Eyes”. Special recorded music was “Angels Among Us”. The congregational hymn was “The Old Rugged Cross”. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Evelyn’s Grandchildren”. Active Pallbearers were Keith Wittmack, Ron Symes, Phil Gilmer, Larry Ference, Ted Devine and Chris Day. Lunch was prepared and served by the Consort Community Funeral Committee. Memorial Donations may be made to the Canadian Cancer Society, 200-325 Manning Rd. NE, Calgary, AB., T2E 9Z9, The Consort Senior Citizens Lodge, Mail Bag 1001, Consort, AB., T0C 1B0 or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

You may send your condolences by email to corofuneral home@xplornet.com

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Eulogy

by Dawn Gillespie

Evelyn Jeanne Garbutt was born on September 14, 1940 at Cereal. She was the youngest of three, with sister Lorraine and brother Keith.

She walked 1½ miles to Wildflower School for 3 years; she took correspondence for 1 year due to illness and then was bussed to New Brigden School where she graduated High School in 1958. In her early years she was active in both 4-H Calf & Wheat Club of Sounding Creek. She was also active in C.G.I.T. for 3 years. She clerked at the Co-op Store at Sedalia part time during High School.

Evelyn graduated from the Calgary School of Nursing Aides in 1959 and started employment at the Consort Hospital. She worked at the hospital until February 1, 1978 when she became the Manager of the Consort Lodge. She worked at the Lodge for 33 3/4 years and recently received Special Recognition for being the longest standing Manager in Alberta. Instrumental in the planning and completion of the new Lodge, Evelyn was so proud and happy to see her residents move into their beautiful new facility.

Evelyn and Frank met in Consort and were married on November 17, 1962. When asked how they met, Frank replied, “I saw a blond beauty and I married her”. Frank and Evelyn were blessed with three beautiful daughters, Roxanne in 1963, Julie in 1967 and finally Holly in 1970.

Frank and Evelyn quickly settled in to life on the farm. She was kept busy by their girls, working and also being available to help out whenever Frank needed a hand. Apparently Frank was known to come in day or night with a request for Evelyn to help move machinery. Evelyn was quite happy when all three girls were married, giving Frank three sons to lend a hand.

This is a poem that the family gave to me to read:

My Farmer, The Cows and Me

I am a simple farmer’s wife, but one thing I don’t see,

why does farm living always put, the cows ahead of me.

I’m sure my farmer loves me lots, and that he gives a darn, but every morning, it’s still dark, and he’s out in the barn.

Of course, the cows come first, I know, and milking time must be, but still, it seems he talks to cows, more than he talks to me.

We sit for breakfast and for lunch, and even then, somehow, his conversation makes me feel, three steps behind some cow.

A little nap and off he goes, sometimes it makes me laugh, just when I think it is MY turn, he’s pulling on some calf.

Milking and calving, what a life, But worth it? That’s for sure! Each kiss and smile he brings for me, when he comes through the door

Evelyn’s pride and joy were her grandchildren. She was blessed with 5 grandsons and 1 granddaughter: Travis, Ryan and Jordan Smigelski, Tyson and Landon Motley and Madison Tarkowski.

Her pride was evident in conversation, keeping everyone updated on what they were doing. She loved going to hockey games, ball games and dance recitals – and in her own words, “Because that’s what Grandmas do”.

Evelyn always made sure that her grandchildren were supplied with canned peaches and cinnamon buns, and when she would go off to conventions even Frank had an ample supply of cinnamon buns, seven layer casseroles, and a fridge full of food.

Evelyn had many hobbies including gardening, curling, shopping, camping and even interior decorating.

She loved gardening and her yard reflects the time she spent in it. She would travel far and wide to find the perfect bedding plants and at times ending up with too many! However, she always seemed to find a spot and if not, she would find someone else who could use them. I know I was on the receiving end a few times with a call saying she’s dropping off some wave petunias. Evelyn liked to landscape as well. Frank and the girls mentioned something about a tractor and a tree. Frank would watch and then when Evelyn gave up he would bail her out. Sounds like this occurred frequently.

Evelyn loved curling – she started at the age of 12 and curled all her life until about 5 years ago. She attended many bonspiels over the years – all the local ones and even travelled to Banff, she really loved to Bonspiel. She organized the first Grannys Bonspiel with the help of Gaye Groves. She curled with many ladies – some that come to my mind are: Frances Fischer, Frances Sumner, Carol Johnson, my mom Ella Williams, Joan Wittmack, Brenda Gilmer, Patti Wiltse, myself and many others. My Mom and Evelyn attended 2 Briers together – 1994 in Red Deer and 1999 in Edmonton – and knowing those two an extremely good time was had.

Like I mentioned, Evelyn loved to shop – she could fill up a vehicle no matter how big or small – I know this first hand because I went Christmas shopping a time or two with her and was sure we were going to have to rent a U-haul to get home – but she would be shoving and rearranging; it would always fit. She loved to shop for clothes and she taught her girls how to appreciate a good pair of shoes.

Evelyn loved camping – we were fortunate to have spent many weekends at Gooseberry Lake

Finally, Evelyn was a very proficient interior decorator. She always seemed to be painting, wallpapering or ripping out walls and her home always looked beautiful.

Evelyn loved getting new vehicles. I never knew what she would be driving or if I’d even recognize her driving down the street.

Evelyn and my mom met when Evelyn started working at the hospital – mom was her first patient and they became very good friends, neighbours as well as relatives – They were Charlie and Jake after their fathers. Frank & Evelyn and Mom & Dad spent a lot of time together over the years. I know there are many stories out there about the four of them. The girls and I were talking about Mom and Evelyn the other night and we are sure they were soul sisters because they were so much alike. They shopped together, shared recipes, curled together and faced family crisis together – when all of us girls were getting married they helped each other. They had a tradition for each wedding – they would get together and make rosettes and when my son Jason and Christina got married, Evelyn called and arranged a time for us to make rosettes.

Evelyn was very good to my family – she treated my children like they were her grandchildren – especially after my mom passed away. My daughter Stephanie and Evelyn held a very special bond. She would take Steph to dance festivals if we had hockey and she was the first on our yearly list of dance tickets. She never missed Steph’s birthday and always had a unique gift for her. Two years ago Steph’s dance group was planning a trip to Las Vegas so I immediately thought of Evelyn – I phoned her and told her about it and she was on board. We had so much fun on that trip and I am so thankful that she came. She was very special to all of us.

A Tribute to Mom

by Roxanne, Julie & Holly

How do you say goodbye to our mom? This is something we’ve been asking ourselves since December 3rd. Mom you are not only our mother but our friend. Some valuable life lessons you taught us:

1.) Stand proud, stand strong and stand tall! We seemed to have missed out on the stand tall part.

2.) Always be lady-like; never drink beer out of a can or bottle and it always tastes better from a crystal beer stein, the warmer the better.

3.) Check your teeth for lipstick before you leave the house.

4.) Never chase a puppy in your robe and slippers during the icy winter months.

But the lesson you taught us that matters the most is:

A loving marriage makes a family strong and a strong family can get through anything. Laughter and tears always go hand in hand.

Your love of gardening will continue to grow through us. Our flower gardens will always be beautiful because you will still be there to guide us. We will think of you when we feel the breeze, and smell the fresh rain.

Mom, you mean the world to us; you are the inspiration of wife, mom and grandma as our memories with you will continue to guide us through the good times and bad. You have given your strengths, love, bravery to all your grandchildren who will never forget how you have helped shape their lives.

We witnessed your strength over those last precious days and how brave you were to handle the sad news with such grace and dignity as you helped all of us accept it. You were the one who gave us guidance when we needed it, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold and a smile to share. Mom this is the most difficult thing we’ve had to do.

We’d like to share a letter to our mom.

Dear Mom,

Each and every day I think of us, and I think how special it is to have you in my life. If I had to count the ways, I would run out of numbers. If I had to draw it, all the paint in the world would not be enough. If I had to explain it, no dictionary would have the words.

If I could sing, I would shout it to the heavens. If I had to describe it, I would use the most beautiful sunset, painted by God and magnificent in every way. If I let my heart speak, it would swell with love, like the most powerful ocean surf. If I let myself dream, I would think of each and every time you made me smile, made me laugh and just held my hand. To try and capture what I feel for you in a few words would be like trying to contain the greatest orchestra, playing the most inspirational music. When I think of the love between us, I am humbled, and I am grateful. God has touched our lives and given us the greatest gift . . . each other.

Words of Remembrance

by Joan Wittmack

Evelyn

I am normally not a speaker, but today I am for my dear friend. Evelyn was a very capable person; she managed a full time career, raised three children, as well as being a farm wife, and she managed to do all these very well. Evelyn was like a mother to myself and Keith; and a grandmother to our boys. She never missed a birthday, an anniversary or Christmas. She was always there when we needed her, the kids were sick, and when Keith needed rescuing from the granary roof. She claimed she came right to the rescue, but Keith thinks she made him sit there for a while, maybe a little payback.

She was a kind and very considerate woman. Her love for all of her family was immeasurable. We spent many hours on each other’s decks discussing her love and how proud she was of all of you. Mind you, sometimes you weren’t too popular. Like the time Frank, you went on a little holiday to Czar and the motor home came flying home at 6:30 Sunday morning. She said, “I was so mad Joanie I just stayed in bed all the way home”. There was work to be done and she totally understood. That’s the kind of woman she was.

I have to tell you a little story about Evelyn Jean, “the Curling Machine” her name known by her curling team. We were at a bonspiel in Oyen; so happens it was very slippery due to a fire that occurred at their arena. Roxanne had made a jellied salad for the banquet. We headed off and let me tell you, ice and salads do not mix well. The bowl and the salad ended upside down…not a pretty picture. Evelyn said, “Oh sonny gun!!!” We giggled and had no choice but to place it back in the bowl because we were late. We all watched to see who would be the first to eat it. Well Shirley McClellan happened to be the one. Evelyn said, “Oh My Dear GOD.” Sorry Shirley, we just giggled about that the other day. That is how street salad was invented.

Frank and Evelyn became known to most of us as “Mother” and “Papa Sank”. Mother and I had a brain wave to skidoo over to Brenda’s one evening and Frank said, “Evelyn stay out of the ditch by the corrals there’s a lot of trees there.” So what did she do??? I can tell you, she drove right into the trees. After, “Oh sonny gun”, we returned to the farm for help. I can also tell you Papa Sank was really not very happy after he scratched his face pulling the skidoo out of the ditch.

When we went to the city to see Evelyn, she asked Brenda and I if we could write letters from her to all of her family. We didn’t get that far, we ran out of time; but I am sure each and every one of you knows what she would have said. “I know”.

Thank you for sharing such a remarkable woman with us. To Frank and your beautiful family I found this prayer in my CHRISTMAS prayer book:

I pray for you tears when you need them

For tears clear the eyes

To see the stars

And cleanse the soul

To let the healing begin

One of the last things Evelyn said to me was, “Joanie, please don’t forget about me”. Well my dear friend, I will never forget about you. Evelyn was a great friend and neighbour and is dearly loved and will be truly missed by us and all who knew her.

Tribute

by Joan Day

Evelyn was the dedicated manager of the Lodge in Consort for 33 years. She was hired into the position of Lodge Matron February 1st, 1978 and I started the Home Care Program here in 1980. She and I have worked together in caring for seniors for 31 years, without ever having had an argument or misunderstanding. Evelyn loved her work. She was committed to providing the best possible home for her residents. Her background as a nurse served her well in her work at the Lodge. For many years she filled resident’s dosettes with medications; a task that is now done by Pharmacy staff. Compassionate care was given to those that were ill. Members of my own family benefited from her TLC. Evelyn enjoyed good food and expected the same for her Residents, with special diets being accommodated. Evelyn supported seniors staying in their home at the Lodge as long as possible. Where most other sites struggled with the notion of supportive housing, our seniors enjoyed the benefits of staying in the Lodge far beyond what had been deemed acceptable.

Occasionally, problems arose as a result of Evelyn’s desire to accommodate individual’s wants. One gentleman had a water trough delivered from UFA, which he put in his small room and filled with a smelly solution of Dead Sea Mud to ease his aches and pains. When he spent some length of time in the tub, unable to get out, it had to go. Then there was the incident of the rifle on the bed of one gentleman, which resulted in the Acadia Foundation Gun Policy. Evelyn or her staff were known to go looking for Residents with dementia who had gone out for a walk and hadn’t returned. If you saw Evelyn at Central Liquor Store, buying a six pack of beer on a regular basis, it likely wasn’t for herself, but for one of two ladies who each requested that she run downtown to buy some beer because they owed the other.

Evelyn gave many people opportunities to be employed at the lodge, whether young or old, locals or people new to the community. The staff were more than coworkers. They were her friends. She was available to her staff 24/7 and they called her whenever there was a problem. She would often call me in the evening and after a few minutes discussion, we would have come up with a solution. Students from the school entertained at the Lodge and some did Work Experience there, which often led to a summer job. Some of her well known expressions were: Oh Brother!, I don’t think so Jim, and when things were not so good, Oh- Yuckers. Evelyn was fun loving and enjoyed a good laugh. One of the construction workers always called her Mom and one long term resident referred to her as Mother Superior.

Evelyn was an involved community member and always supported local businesses, community fund raising and local organizations. She served as President of the Consort Chamber of Commerce, was involved in the Senior’s Coalition and was a Director of the East Central Housing Society. She was still a Director of the Alfred Brown Handibus Society and a member of the Senior’s Week Committee. For the Seniors Dinner in June she helped with the planning, worked in the kitchen, and made a donation as usual from Frank and her. She was involved in the Alberta Managers Association, served on the ASHA Board and didn’t ever miss an ASHA Convention. Returning from conventions, she always told me that she could boast about the harmonious relationship she had with Home Care, unlike some other facilities. Evelyn was a credit to her community and Acadia Foundation.

Construction on the new Lodge in Consort started in 2008. Evelyn worked extremely hard to see this dream come to fruition. She had originally worked with the East Central Housing Society and then Acadia Foundation to see a new facility built for Consort and area. It was a stressful time of moving Residents around, losing the kitchen, dining room and offices, deadlines and meetings, meetings, meetings. Her involvement in the planning and design helped make this wonderful new facility the beautiful home it is. She chose all the new furniture. After three years of construction, she had the pleasure of seeing the existing Residents and many new Seniors move into “The Tower”. Evelyn wanted a month behind her desk in the new Consort Lodge and she achieved it. Her presence will be felt when you visit the Lodge.

These words sum up Evelyn – dedicated, loving, kind and generous. She will be missed.

Special Letter

by Stephanie Gillespie

Dear Evelyn,

You are the most beautiful person I know, I wanted to write this letter to tell you just how much you mean to me. I can remember you being a large part of my life since I was very young. I remember one special birthday when you bought me a “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” that sang Christmas music and had a blinking red nose; I LOVED that toy more than anything. I don’t think it was so much the toy but the person that bought it for me, you NEVER missed a birthday of mine and I will never forget that.

When my Grandma passed away I knew that I could always count on you for everything I needed. I lost someone very special to me but I knew I had you to look up to and call you my own grandma. That meant the world to me, knowing that one of my grandma’s closest friends would treat me like their own grandchild.

You were always my number one fan for dance. Always driving to festivals to watch me and I’m pretty sure you never missed a recital. Always coming to our house after the show and handing me a special present. It meant so much to me having both you and Frank there to watch me these past two years. Not only did you attend as many of my shows as possible, you would be my “fill-in” dance mom, when my mom couldn’t make it. I couldn’t think of a better person to fill in. I remember when you took me to Vermilion and we stayed in the “rather sketchy” hotel, you reassured me everything would be fine but I could tell you didn’t feel the safest in there either, but we were fine just like you said and I remember laughing after as we described the hotel room with the beat in door to Mom. When you took me to Coronation my mom had accidentally put my hair band on the wrong side. I could tell you were slightly panicked because you had no idea how to fix it so you told me to stay put and you would find someone to fix it. Well by the time you got back I had fixed my hair and was ready to dance. You were always looking out for me just like my mom did. My most memorable trip was definitely Vegas. A trip that I will never forget and I am so grateful I got to spend it with you. You were a trooper the whole time – dragging me to the top of the stratosphere and you going on all the rides when I chickened out. When I first heard about the trip the first person I thought of inviting was you, and I am so glad you came.

I consider you my grandma and you have a very special place in my heart. I admire your strength and determination and I hope one day I can be as wonderful of a person that you are. I will never forget anything you have done for me and I hope you know that you have left an ever lasting impression on my life.

I love you with all my heart

Steph