2013 Obituaries

Kenneth John Norgard

(June 10, 1958-Jan. 4, 2013)

K. John Norgard, aged 54, passed away suddenly while vacationing with his family in Ixtapa, Mexico. John is survived by his beloved wife, Barbara and his loving children, Joey Kenneth and Kelsey Michelle. John is also survived by his parents Ken and Mada of Claresholm; sisters, Mary Ellen (Murray), Peggy (Brian) and Kathryn (Richard); his mother-in-law Mary; brother-in-law Doug (Becky); numerous aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and a great-niece.

John was born and educated at Claresholm. He later attended the University of Lethbridge where he received his Education Degree. John taught for four years in Consort, then in Claresholm and Pincher Creek and, at the time of his passing, was Principal at the Stavely School.

The family would like to extend a special thank you to Murray and Mary Ellen for all of their help in Mexico.

Lawrance Dacers Ward

Lawrance Dacers Ward was born December 10, 1925 at Kirriemur, Alberta, to Vernal and Mary Ward. He was the third child of nine. He attended Dry Lake School for his entire education. His walk of faith began early in life. At the age of nine, he gave himself to the Lord and endeavored to serve Him all his life. Sunday School and church were always a big part of his life. After school years he worked with his dad on the farm, later for his brother and then his uncle.

In 1949 he married Eileen Bailey and together they bought the farm N. W. of Kirriemuir. For a couple years their mode of transportation was the tractor in the summer and the horse in the winter. He farmed for 40 years. He loved to raise cattle and named them all. To keep track of the heifers each was named after the first initial of the mother. Such fun naming and locating if any one strayed. He enjoyed growing grain too. He was always involved with church and Sunday school activities. He was the church treasurer for a number of years.

In summer there was softball, skating in winter, variety of house parties, such fun without TV and videos.

In 1989, Lawrance and Eileen moved to Three Hills. Lawrance enjoyed gardening, golfing, bowling, curling, visiting, camping, attending church and Sunday school. He had always been much involved with CSSM and camp silversides.

Lawrance went home to be with his Lord December 9, 2012, one day short of his 87th birthday. He was predeceased by his parents, brothers Don (Helen), Cecil (Margery), brother-in law Alfred Aizzier, and sister Lillian (Bobby) Boychuck. He is survived by his loving wife of 63 years Eileen, his brothers Raymond (Margaret), Milo (Doreen), Lenard (Beryl), Lloyd, and his sister Ruby Aizzier as well as numerous nephews, nieces, great nephews, and nieces, great-great nephews and nieces, 3 aunts and an uncle, numerous friends and acquaintances.

George Smith Tainsh

(Aug. 23, 1929-Jan. 19, 2013)

George Smith Tainsh was the third child and first Canadian baby born to William and Christina Tainsh on August 23rd, 1929. Bill and Chris emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1928, with George’s older brother John and his sister Anne. The little family had arrived at the verge of what was called “The Hard Times”, settling in the Consort area that was hit hard by the drought. Four years after George, his sister Isabelle arrived and then four years later his brother Bill. When George was 14, his nephew Bob joined the family and was raised by Chris and Bill. The dry years and hardship of The Depression were challenging for George and his family as they were for many. Food was often scarce and many times nonexistent. George remembered that sometimes water was all they had. Chris once told Mary that she had no idea how she had such big, strapping boys until she read an article in the Western Producer about the protein content in peanut butter. This too was something George remembered eating a lot of during the hard times. George had many memories of growing up on the prairies. He often spoke of a time when he was quite small and after following his dad became lost in a wheat field. His much-loved dog Rosie somehow managed to find him and led him safely home.

Growing up and taking on responsibilities to support the family happened at an early age. George’s father Bill had a contract for the horse-drawn school van. At 10 years old, George began driving the van, taking Isabelle and the other neighboring children to school each day and ensuring the horses were sheltered, fed and watered while he was in school.

As he grew older, he worked with his brother Jack who had a truck and they moved everything from cattle to pianos. Jack and George were known for their physical strength and were often called upon to move items such as wood stoves and many other heavy jobs around town. In his twenties, George and his brother Bill also worked together. Travelling with a makeshift camper on the back of a truck building grain elevators in various communities across Alberta. There was an ongoing competition amongst the men to see who could get all their nails in first. During this period George fell off an annex of an elevator, chipping a piece off his ankle, which kept him on crutches and off work for five months. Afterwards George took on many jobs including thrashing for farmers in the area. George also farmed for many years with his dad. He loved the land and enjoyed spending countless hours on the tractor in the fields. In the late 1950’s, Mike Kyfiuk hired George to work at the gas plant south of town where he worked for 25 years, starting out as an operator and working his way up to foreman before retiring.

Around this time, a Scottish nurse named Mary Smith arrived to visit as she was a very close friend of Chris’ family in Scotland. Mary had promised Chris’ relatives that she would visit their sister on the prairies when she came to Canada. When Mary looked out the window of the bus she knew that the guy standing inside Kroeger Brothers Garage was there to meet her, as he looked so like his uncles back home in Scotland. Mary also noticed a little lady rushing down the main street and knew she must be Chris because she looked just like her mother. George’s bright blue eyes were one of the first things Mary noticed as they headed up for coffee with Isabelle, whom Mary mistakenly thought was George’s wife. Over the next few months, while Isabelle was busily trying match-make, their friendship blossomed into romance and they became engaged fifty years ago this month. Before they were married on October 11, 1963, George along with his dad and brother Jack built their house while Mary went home to Scotland to prepare for her move to Canada.

In 1965 Andrew George was born, followed by Donald John who only lived for 48 hours, then Alison Margaret and Moira Christine who also died as a two day-old infant. George was a devoted husband and father. As a family they loved camping, travelling every summer to Waskesiu, Cypress Hills and various campsites in the mountains. George also loved driving around the area where they were camped to see the countryside and any points of interest.

As a small boy, Andrew was his dad’s shadow. He followed him around the yard and the house as George fixed, hammered, and puttered. While he was a quiet man, George led his children by example. Andrew remembers a negative comment being made about one of the boys in town. Instead of agreeing, George said “you can’t judge a book by its cover”. Andrew felt then, as he does now, if his Dad could cut someone who wasn’t like him some slack, then Andrew should do the same. Another memory of his Dad for Andrew was how hard he worked. Andrew and George were building a fence around his first house in Red Deer (on the hottest week of the summer of course). George worked Andrew into the ground. George was in his sixties and Andrew in his twenties but George was the one driving the pace. They’d go in for lunch, have a beer and some water and then George would head back out into the sweltering heat and drag Andrew along. The neighbors couldn’t believe how fast that fence went up.

Alison remembers thinking her dad could fix anything. One day she woke up and realized her pet gerbil was dead and insisted that “daddy fix it!”. Alison also remembers how George taught her how to check her oil, change a tire, warned her about how to drive on a gravel road and in a snowstorm and what to do if she ever wound up in the ditch. Upon leaving for college George provided Alison with some important, if not totally embarrassing fatherly advice, “if the guy can get his milk for free, he won’t buy the cow.” While not known for his cooking, Alison also remembers his crispy pork chops and home made French fries that were standard if he was home and Mary was working at the hospital.

George welcomed Kent Lessard as Alison’s husband in 1992 and Brenda Bagnall as Andrew’s wife in 1998. He was a devoted Poppa to Katrina, Mathieu, Ethan, Ian, Emma and Craig who all loved him dearly. His gentle, baby whisperer ways calmed many fussy grandbabies who were often tucked into the crook of his arm as he relaxed on the couch. George was a family man and made frequent visits to Morinville and Red Deer to see his grandchildren. He often commented how lucky he was to have such a wonderful son in law and daughter in law. He was a proud Poppa and shared stories about his grandchildren with anyone who would listen.

George was also so proud to be a Lion. He was one of the original members of the Consort Lion’s Club that chartered in 1972. As a true Lion, he provided countless hours of service to his community. He helped to organize the Mother’s Day Breakfasts, built floats for parades, joined cavalcades for diabetes and volunteered for the 7 a.m. shift at the Gun Show. When there was a need for more tables for the Gun Show, George assumed the role of lead carpenter and helped to build 220 tables in 2 years. He acted as president for 4 terms and also as treasurer and secretary. George recently told Mary that he would like to have a Lion’s funeral and he would be so honored to see all of you here today.

If you knew George, you knew he loved dancing. He travelled many miles over the years, often through blizzards just to find a dance. As a member of the Consort Dance Club, he helped to organize many dances over the years. He told Mary a couple of weeks ago, “I’m going to dance again you know.” Even in hospital after returning from a walk, he amazed the nurses with a little jive step before he got back into bed. He also loved to play cards and looked forward to Tuesday afternoons at the Drop In. He was an avid sports fan and closely followed his beloved Toronto Blue Jays and Calgary Flames.

After he retired, George became a regular Mr. Fix-It. He had keys for just about every building in town including the church, the hall, the manse, New to You, the Senior’s Drop-In and even the vault at the cemetery. The community of Consort and the people who live here were so important to him. He took ownership and pride in helping in any way he could. Coffee with his friends, often twice a day, was an important routine that he hated to miss. It was one of the things he was looking forward to when he returned home, time with all of his coffee buddies, chatting and shooting the breeze.

George, along with Bill Coulton, volunteered to take on the care of the Lakeroad Cemetery from the ladies of the Community Club in the late 1980’s. A simple cemetery on the prairie was turned into a special place that received many compliments. George continued to work on his own until about 10 years ago when it was beginning to be too much for him and he asked Ben Klumpenhower to work with him. George was also a steward of the United Church for many years, acting as Mr.Fix-IT there too. A sign as you entered the church basement read, “In case of problems, call George Tainsh”.

Being away from Consort the past few months was very difficult for George. He cared so much for the people of this community and Consort was such an important part of who he was. Alison took George for a drive in the summer after one of the damaging storms that had swept through the area. He was genuinely saddened and upset for the farmers when he saw crops that were hailed out and relieved when he saw a beautiful field of wheat or canola still standing. While in hospital the past few weeks, he often mentioned how much he missed all of you and he was determined to come home. While he was frustrated by his health, he was always happy and appreciative when visitors arrived and of course he enjoyed giving the nurses a hard time.

When Mary contacted the heart function clinic in Red Deer to tell them about George’s passing, one of his nurses replied, “now there was a fine gentleman.”

George lived a life that demonstrated that it is more important to give than to receive and that love thy neighbor really is the way of life in a small country town.

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A Celebration of George’s life was held on Thursday, January 24, 2013 at Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta with Reverend Pauline Bell officiating. Mrs. Robbie Knight played for the hymns, “Church In The Wildwood”, “In The Bulb There Is A Flower” and “Amazing Grace”. Leader of song was Knox United Church Choir. A Tribute was given by Alison Lessard. Honorary Pallbearers: Honour Guard – Consort Lions; All George’s Family and Friends. Pallbearers: Mathieu Lessard, Ian Tainsh, Ethan Lessard, Katrina Lessard, Emma Tainsh, Craig Tainsh. Following the service, family and friends gathered in the lower hall for a time of fellowship and a luncheon prepared by the Knox United Church Women. Memorial donations may be made in George’s name to Lakeroad Cemetery, Alberta Heart and Stroke Foundation or a charity of the donors choice.

George will be lovingly remembered by his wife Mary of Consort; son Andrew (Brenda) Tainsh of Red Deer; daughter Alison (Kent) Lessard of Morinville; much loved Grandfather of Ian, Emma and Craig Tainsh, Katrina, Mathieu and Ethan Lessard; nephew Bob (Audrey) Tainsh of Fox Creek; sister in law Gladys Tainsh and brother in law Marin Deleff; as well as other nieces, nephews and extended family. Predeceased by his parents William and Christina; infant children Donald John and Moira Christine; brothers and sisters John (Joyce) Tainsh, Anne (Nick) Panchiv, Isabelle Deleff and William Tainsh; nephew Bruce Deleff.

Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with arrangements.

Thank You

As a family, we wish to thank our relatives, friends and the community for the outpouring of love and sympathy we have received at George’s passing.

Thank you for the many gifts of food, the personal visits and phone calls. You made a difficult time that wee bit easier. Thank you for the charitable donations and the many cards which we received.

George would have been so proud of the Lions Honour Guard and we thank you. Thank you Robbie and the members of the choir for leading us in the hymns. Thank you Reverend Pauline. You became like a member of the family and thus were able to make the beautiful service so personal. We thank the UCW ladies for the wonderful lunch. Finally, thank you to Dean Ross of Parkview Funeral Chapels for all his help and support at this time.

In lieu of individual thank you notes, a donation will be made to the Cemetery Fund and to the Heart and Stroke Foundation.

Mary Tainsh

Andrew and Brenda Tainsh

and Family

Alison and Kent Lessard

and Family

James Hugh Robert Dempsey “Hughie”

(May 18, 1928 – Jan. 25, 2013)

Hughie was born May 18, 1928 in Cabri, SK to Robert and Theodora Dempsey. He was the oldest out of four kids.

Hughie started working at a young age. He would start the fire at school for 3 dollars a month. From that 3 dollars he made, he was able to buy his first bike. When he as older he worked on a big farm as well.

In 1949, Hughie and his family moved to Little Gem, AB. Hughie worked on the farm with his dad as well as working for Special Areas.

In 1957, Hughie found the love of his life Edna Kathleen Kuhar. That same year, he married Edna on December 24 in Naco, AB.

Hughie and Edna started off their marriage in Youngstown, AB. They then moved to the Hemaruka farm where their family started.

Jack Lane was their first born on May 13, 1959. Two short years later Brent Hugh was born January 1, 1961. After a short break Beverlee Ione was born on September 1, 1964. And to complete their family Karl Robert was born September 18, 1966.

Years after Hughie and Edna completed their family they moved to Sedalia farm in 1972 where they raised their children.

Hughie drove school bus from Hemaruka to Veteran then all the way to Coronation. Hughie would stay out in Coronation all day long till he had to drive the bus back to Hemaruka. While Hughie was in Coronation all day he would make some extra money working putting Case equipment together. This continued for 29 years until he joined the Sam’s General Trucking company as a janitor. He would bring Edna along for the odd pilot trucking job for Sam’s as well. He enjoyed working for Sam’s as it felt like a Dempsey family trucking business with all of the boys and son-in-law having worked for Sam’s at one point. After retiring from Sam’s, he went back to working on the farm for a bit before renting it out.

Hughie and Edna loved to be with each other in their retirement years. Hughie enjoyed fishing, camping, hunting and traveling from family to family. They both loved spending time with their grandchildren as well as their children. Hughie especially loved to travel around and find what he called treasure, or “junk”. It did not matter if it ran or not he brought it home and would try to fix it up. He acquired many tinker toys over the years. Hughie had a love for music. He would stop mid sentence to sing about anything. He especially loved the old gospel music that Wally Whitehead sang. In Consort, Hughie will be remembered by driving around slowly with his arm out the window looking to talk to anyone.

In 2007, Hughie and Edna were blessed with becoming great-grandparents when their oldest granddaughter (Theresa) started her own family.

In the later years, Hughie’s health began to deteriorate and he started to attend dialysis three times a week accompanied by his wife. When the circumstances arouse Hughie moved into a long term care facility in Stettler to continue on with his treatments. He was blessed to be visited by his brother Vern daily. The family of Hughie would like to express their heartfelt gratitude to Uncle Vern for taking time to go visit him. In the last month prior to Hughie passing, his wish came true, he got to come home to Consort and spend time being surrounded by his family. His last days were filled with laughs, love, and tears of memories. The fondest memory our family has of his last weeks with us was hearing Grandpa sing “She’ll Be Coming Around The Mountain” and expressing his heartfelt happiness about being home. On January 25, 2013, God reached out his hand to peacefully take Hughie home to be with his wife and two boys.

Hughie will be missed by many people but never forgotten. The love that he had for life and others will be forever passed on through the lives of his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

Hughie was predeceased by both his parents, his wife Edna, and his two boys Brent and Karl.

Hughie is survived by his two children, son Jack (Lori), daughter Beverlee (Gary), daughters-in-law Diane and Marcia; grandchildren Travis, Delray, Jessica (Cody), Robert, Aaron, Burdette, Samantha, Theresa and Michael, Johnathan, Codie (Tasha), and Shannon; great-grandchildren Ryan, Riley, Tanner, and Brody; his brother Vern (Barb) Dempsey; his sister Evelyn (Dale) Kroeger; his brother Floyd (Val) Dempsey. As well as numerous nieces and nephews, great nieces and nephews, and friends.

To commemorate Hughie’s life a funeral service was held on Tuesday, January 29, 2013 at 11:00 A.M. at the Veteran Full Gospel Church, Veteran, AB with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Theresa Hyggen and Jessica Dempsey gave the eulogy and shared the grandchildren’s memory lane. The congregational hymns were “The Old Rugged Cross”, “How Great Thou Art” and “Amazing Grace”, accompanied by Pat Durksen and Carolyn Devereux. A video tribute was played during the service. Honorary Pallbearers were Delray, Jessica, Theresa and Michael, Samantha, Shannon, Ryan, Riley, Tanner, and Brody. The Active Pallbearers were Travis Gilbertson, Johnathan Hyggen, Robert Dempsey, Aaron Dempsey, Codie Hyggen and Burdette Dempsey. Lunch was prepared and served by the Veteran Full Gospel Church Ladies. Memorial Donations may be made to the Kidney Foundation, 11227, Jasper Ave, Suite 202, Edmonton, AB, T5K 0L5. You may send your condolences by email to corofuneralhome@xplornet .com

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Memory Lane of Our Grandpa

We all remember Grandpa had a love for our family pets. Each time he was at any of our homes our family pets would spend their time up in his arms. We also remember his stubbornness, it was his way or the highway. Also always depending on Grandma to do his dirty work by yelling MOM. Always singing his tune “Do-a-do”. Always harping at those that smoke. He would always say let me tell you something. And when he was sleepy started faking snoring really loud to make a point.

Jessica- My favorite memory with Gramps is when I took Cody up to meet him. When I told Gramps Cody was from P.E.I he looked at us and said ‘well he’s a long way from home.’ And always buying blankets for us kids and him yelling at my mom saying put them on their beds not the couch!

Travis- No matter how bad his mind got he was always cheerful and glad to see me.

Delray- Remembers being young and playing with Grandpa’s nose and him saying to people, Wally Whitehead saved me, and Grandma coming along smacking him in the arm and saying God saved you!

Aaron- Recalls fishing with Grandpa and Grandma. He remembers having to help take the fish off the hook for them. Knowing that Grandpa loved me best!

Robert- Remembers fishing all over from Gooseberry, to Blood Indian, and the Trout Pond and spending Christmases and birthday parties with him and Grandma and helping him out to the vehicle.

Michael – Every time Grandpa and I were together was a great memory.

Theresa – Remembers painting the truck with grandpa and thinking to herself “this is the greatest paint job ever” then coming in for supper time. Grandpa, Grandma and Theresa sat down and all Grandpa and Theresa could talk about was the truck. Grandpa told her “One day you’ll have that truck” so it sits in her driveway today. Thank you for a great looking truck we made and the deepest memory I will have with you, the best grandpa ever. She also remembers when the loonies first came out he would give her a loonie each time and say to her here’s your piece of gold.

Johnathan – Grandpa would take John when he was younger and take him out to the Sedalia farm to go feed the cattle. He would also give him .5 beer with his supper.

Codie – Remembers Grandpa always freaking out at supper and yelling that he was choking but all he wanted was a drink to go with his supper.

Burdette- Remembers that Grandpa was known for always driving really slow, and hills were the worst.

Samantha- Recalls visiting him in Stettler and Grandpa being in such a good mood that he was grinning from ear to ear and would not stop singing.

Shannon- Remembers staying at the Veteran house with Grandpa and Grandma and Grandpa saying to Shannon to go wash the dog and Grandma telling her to do what Grandpa says.

Ryan- Remembers playing with Grandpa when I was small.

Riley and Tanner- Remember going to Stettler to visit Grandpa.

Brody- Just being able to meet him and sharing nose kisses.

Card of Thanks

We wish to thank Dr. Usher and the staff at Consort Hospital for the care our Dad and Grandfather, Hugh Dempsey, received while he was in Long Term Care.

Bev, Gary and Family

Jack, Lori and Family

Travis, Delray,

Burdette and Samantha

Nova Lynn Bailey

(Apr. 19, 1964-Jan. 30, 2013)

Nova Bailey was born April 19th, 1964 in Provost, Alberta while the family resided in McRae and passed away at her home in Consort on January 30th, 2013.

Nova attended a few different schools during her childhood starting in Ashmont, then Elk Point, Consort, and finally, Lloydminster. Nova also participated in secondary education when she took a secretarial course at Reeves Business School in Lloydminster. In later years, after the birth of her second child, she attended Marvel College in Red Deer where she achieved her certification in Esthetics. In the last few months prior to her final battle with cancer, she completed and became certified as a Construction Safety Auditor through the Alberta Construction Safety Association. And in addition to her several different certifications, Nova always held a job and spent many years in the Hospitality Industry.

Over her 48 years, Nova resided in many towns, cities, and as a child, spent time on the farm. In her adult years, some of those towns and cities included Calgary (where she spent about 10 to 12 years), Red Deer, Sylvan Lake, Bentley, Pierceland, and finally, Consort.

Throughout her life, Nova was involved in a few long term relationships, but never felt the need to marry. She was a very independent woman that most definitely relied on herself and her family for strength and security. Nova’s love and devotion was strongly focused on her two children.

Nova’s interests and activities included camping, fashion & beauty, reading, movies, baking, and spending time with her friends and family. Most recently, her favorite role was that of a “hockey mom” for her son, Blaze.

Nova is survived by her two children, Brandi Lou Jae Bailey, of Stettler, and Blaze Thomas Bailey of Consort; her siblings, Thomas James (Jay) Bailey of Wainwright, Robb Edward Bailey, of Consort, and Kelly Lou Crawford (Todd) of Beaumont; her parents, Tom Bailey (Glenda) of Blackfoot, AB., and Lois Bailey of Consort.

Nova is pre-deceased by her Grandmothers, Vivian Irene Simpson (Lois) and Evelyn Robb Bailey (Tom) and by her Grandfather, Clifford McNalley (Lois).

The funeral service for Nova Lynn Bailey was held on Tuesday, February 5, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. at the Knox United Church, Consort, with Reverend Pauline Bell officiating. Debi-Lyn Leippi shared the eulogy and her memories. Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymn, “We Are Pilgrims”. Recorded music “Hallelujah” by KD Lang was played during the service. The interment will be at Lake Road Cemetery, Consort, AB in the spring. Lunch and fellowship was held in the Lower Hall of the Church immediately following the service which was prepared and served by the Knox United Church Women. Memorial donations may be made to the Trust Fund for Blaze Bailey at the RBC Bank, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0.

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

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

Frank Evans

(April 16, 1919-Jan. 30, 2013)

Frank Evans passed away peacefully on January 30, 2013 at the age of 93. He was born on the family farm by Kirriemuir in 1919. He was Alexander and Anna Evashkevich’s middle child of thirteen.
After attending the Dry Lake School with his brothers and sisters, Frank ventured out at the young age of 18 to the Peace River area where he worked on a farm. While living in the Peace River area, he and his brother Charlie and sister Caroline would play for dances twice a week.

Frank moved back to the family farm and worked both there and on the Galloway farm. This is where he met his first love, Elsie Galloway. They married on March 20, 1941. Their family was blessed with three sons and one daughter; Ken, Larry, Mervin and Gail. Together they proudly built the family farm of which continues to be farmed by his children and grandchildren.

After Elsie’s passing in 1989, Frank married Dorothy Mohr of Consort on February 16, 1991. At this time, they moved to Consort joining the two families.

John Frank Dobovich

(Apr. 28, 1933-Feb. 7, 2013)

Allan Fraser Smith

(Aug. 10, 1923-Feb. 20, 2013

Allan Fraser Smith passed away surrounded by family on Wednesday, February 20 at the Stettler Care Centre. He was born in Battrum, SK on August 10, 1923, the oldest of seven children born to Phenie and William Smith with an older half brother and sister.

Al completed his education at Scotia School in Fosterton, SK. He was raised on a farm and worked on well known SK ranches before purchasing his own ranch at Naco, AB in March 1949.

In February 1955, he married his sweetheart, Betty, where they together raised their family of eight children, dedicated their lives to hard work and became very knowledgeable veterinarians.

From a very young age, Al’s passion in life was his horses from a team of draft horses, a dependable riding horse, to his herds of thoroughbred and quarter horse brood mares, as well as his shetland ponies. He was blessed with great health creating a body and mind that never quit working. He had a zest for life, enjoyed sports, reading, and quiet conversation with family and friends. We will all fondly miss his excitement to take you for a tour across the prairie to see his new foals each year.

Allan will be deeply missed but forever remembered by his wife, Betty; daughters, Beth (Ted); Patricia (Mike); Joy (Harvey); Anne (Ray); sons, Billy (Laurel); Lee (Kathy); Tom (Kathy); Tim (Cathy); sisters, Edith (Elmer); Evelyn (Joe); brother, Bill; sisters-in law, Peggy & Erica as well as many nieces and nephews.

Allan is warmly remembered and missed by his grandchildren: Deanna (Dan), Pamela; Jeff, Myron, Michelle (Tanner), Tyler; Travis, Amanda (Cal), Brad (Nicole), Rodney (Tanya), Ryan; Chance, Chanele; Ryder (Ashley), Cutter, Wyatt; Kailee, Jorrie, Courtney; Brittainy, Clayton, Payton; Quade, Cora, Josie and 12 special great grandchildren.

He was predeceased by his parents, brothers; Harold (Elsie, Caroline), Ernie (Peggy); sisters; Grace, Hazel (George), and Ruth (Wallace); nephews; Alan, Dean, and Terry.

Al was an honest, humble, hardworking, and genuine good man who loved life.

The funeral service was held at Sedalia Full Gospel Church February 27 with Pastor Ross Helgeton officiating. Tributes were given by Beth Shaw and Billy Smith. Burial was in Cop Hill Cemetery.

Stettler Funeral Home in care of arrangements.

Magdalena (Maggie) McLean

(Nov. 3, 1919-March 1, 2013)

It is with sadness that we announce the passing of Magdalena (Maggie) McLean.

Maggie was born November 3, 1919 at Loyalist, Alberta. She married James Arthur McLean on December 19, 1938 and they resided in Consort until 1967 when they moved to their farm in Bonnyville. Maggie moved to Lacombe in 1997, living most of the time in the Lacombe Seniors Lodge. She moved to Points West Living in Wainwright in November of 2012, where she resided until her passing on March 1, 2013, at the age of 94.

Maggie is predeceased by her parents, Christian and Emelia Leicht, 7 sisters, 2 brothers, her husband (James Arthur), daughter (Carol), son (James) and grandson (Kenneth).

She leaves to mourn, son Donnie (Leanne), daughter Elaine (Terry), son Bob (Debbie), 11 grandchildren and 12 great grandchildren.

Lennart Leroy Smith

(Mar. 24, 1924-Mar. 18, 2013)

Lennart Leroy Smith passed away at the Coronation Hospital and Care Center on March 18, 2013 at 88 years of age.

Lennie” was born March 24, 1924 at Consort, Alberta, the fifth child of seven blessed to Andrew and Wilhemena Smith. Along with his brothers he farmed on the homestead his parents settled on. He took pride in raising pigs and helping his Dad with the garden. Working or going to town once a week, he was always side by side with his brothers. They were very important to him.

He carried on the tradition of making Swedish bread he always called “Buckskin” on a wood burning stove while still living at the farm. When his brothers had all moved to town he moved also and bought a little cozy house close to the school. There he had a wonderful garden, a cat, a bird and lots of company.

On June 1st, 1995 he moved into the Consort Lodge where he spent the last eighteen years. In the summer, he would walk downtown every day with his signature cowboy hat, in the winter his red toque. Everybody knew Lennie and he would often be offered a ride to the Lodge. There, he kept everybody on their toes with his quick sense of humor. His coffee cup was always full and his little stuffed pig was always in his walker basket. His room was full of plants that he could grow with expertise.

Simple things in life made him happy and happiness was his virtue. He will be missed.

He is lovingly remembered by his sister-in-law Evie Smith; nieces and nephews, Wendy & Davis Wittmack & family, Marlene & Donald Wiest & family, Cheryl & Neil Benedict & family, Randy & Kim Smith & family, Gary & Carrie Smith & family, Bill Arthur & family, Sylvia & Albert Deacon & family, Ken & Lila Arthur & family, Jacquie Smith, Marianne Smith & John, David Smith & family, Brenda Smith & family, Kevin Smith & family. He was predeceased by his parents Andrew & Wilhemena Smith; Siblings, Annie Smith, Art Smith, Gus Smith, Louis (Maxine) Smith, Mary (George) Arthur, Herbie Smith; and niece Holly Smith.

The funeral service to honour Lennart’s life took place at the Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta on Saturday, March 23rd, 2013 at 1:00 p.m. Officiating was Pastor Darrel Durksen. Bonnie Sansregret gave the eulogy. Special recorded musical selections were “Home On The Range” and “You Are My Sunshine”. The interment was held at the Butte Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Active Pallbearers were Jacquie Smith, Randy Smith, Bill Arthur, David Smith, Gary Smith & Trevor Wittmack. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Lennie’s Family and Friends”. A luncheon followed the service in the Hall prepared and served by the Consort Community Funeral Lunch Committee. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Lennie’s memory to the Consort Senior Citizens Lodge, Bag Service 1001, 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. “Knowledge, Experience And Professionalism With A Personal Touch”

Eulogy

by Bonnie Sansregret

Thank you Wendy for asking me to say a few words about Lennart … I’m honoured because Lennart was a special soul.

He grew up just south of where I live and I have known him all my life. My mother and I never called him Lennie, he was always Lennart to us. Mum taught Lennart at a little school close to his home called Sounding Valley. There he played baseball in the summer and hockey in the winter with his brothers. Learning school lessons didn’t come easy for him but he learnt in other ways…by watching and doing. He watched his Dad garden and was an excellent gardener… He watched Pa Smith tend his livestock and Lennart raised his own pigs… He watched Ma bake bread and continued her tradition when he moved to his little house in town.

In the early days on Saturdays and Sundays, neighbours and friends would gather at Smiths to play music, cards, celebrate birthdays… Lennart always had a smile on his face, usually sat on the same place on the couch and I know he really enjoyed these times.

He moved to town from the farm and was quite content in his cozy little house, moving to the lodge in 1995. Before the Lodge was redone the rooms were smaller but his was always cheery with his plants. When the new rooms were finished he got a larger suite and all new furniture which he picked out himself. Staff could always count on Lennart being out having an early morning coffee when they came to work. His room was the hangout for the Lodge staff and much laughter was enjoyed with his quick sense of humour… He really enjoyed all the holidays – Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving but Halloween was his favorite.

Lennart went downtown most days… to the drug store to do a little shopping and maybe to raise a pint or two at the hotel. As his health slowed he used a walker… warm with his dark coat, toque or cowboy hat. You always knew it was a good day when you saw Lennart.

I think we would all benefit by living life as Lennart did – see the humour in everything – only the good in people, and live one day at a time and enjoy the simple things in life.

Ma has all her boys home now… Goodbye Lennart.

Thank You

We would like to thank the Consort Lodge and Home Care Staff for the wonderful care over the last eighteen years. Although the staff and names have changes, the kindness, laughter and consideration never did. Thank you to Sandy Kelts for transportation to Consort Hospital and to Dr. Usher, nurses and staff for the excellent care. Thanks to Ambulance Staff and Dr. Tolmie, nurses and staff for the excellent care while in Coronation. Thank you to everyone who worked so hard plowing roads so that our Uncle could get to his final resting place. Thanks also to Pastor Darrel Durksen for the perfect service, Bonnie Sansregret for the beautiful Eulogy and the Consort Community Funeral Lunch Committee for the wonderful lunch, serving and organizing. Thank you to Coronation Funeral Home for your tireless hours of work, kindness and compassion in our time of grief. Thank you all for donations and cards. Lastly, we would like to thank the community for lending our Uncle a helping hand whenever he needed it.

Thank you, everyone.

The Lennart Smith Family

Doreen Fossum
(July 20, 1930-March 19, 2013)

Dear Wife, Mother and Friend, Lillian Doreen Fossum passed from this life on Tuesday, March 19 at 1p.m.

A gentle, pious, and cheerful lady, she was cherished by all touched by her life. The earth is a little darker today for her leaving it.

She was born Lillian Doreen Osmond in High River, Alberta, on July 20, 1930. She grew up on her parents farm in Okotoks, with siblings Ken, Bernard, Doug and Audrey.

She proceeded to Bible College in Naramata, B.C. There she affirmed what would be a lifelong faith. And, as everywhere she went, lifelong friendships too.

From there she was a travelling music teacher, tutoring piano students in Bindloss, Empress, Oyen, Cereal and Youngstown. Oyen was where she met dear friends Rose Macdonald and Carol Shaeffer (here and appreciated today).

She also met Walter Fossum, and the two were married on January 28, 1967. She thus became a homemaker and Mother, continuing to give lessons from her home.

Doreen was an avid gardener; it was her delight and an area of excellence. A natural farmwife, the meals were always ready, the house a home, neat as a pin.

She remained a faithful and active member of the church throughout.

Doreen was predeceased by her parents, her brothers Ken and Bernard, sister Audrey and brother in law John Molendyk. She is survived by husband Walter; brother Doug (Myrtle); daughter Kristine (Eddie), granddaughters Krystal (Daryl), Nicole, Deanna, great grandson Chase and son Les (Kari).

Our gratitude is extended to all who braved the elements today to pay their respects and share our grief. Thank you.

The funeral service to honour Doreen’s life took place at Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Tuesday, March 26th, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. Officiating was Reverend Helen Reed. Organist Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “How Great Thou Art” and “Whispering Hope”. The choir anthem was “In The Garden”. Nicole Seitz gave the eulogy. Tributes were given by Les Fossum and Martin Friesen. Special music “Amazing Grace” was by Ben & Shirley Klumpenhower. Ben Klumpenhower gave the scripture readings and Don Metz offered a prayer. The interment was held at the Butte Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Active Pallbearers were Gilbert Haugen, Lawrence Haugen, Kim Friesen, David Osmond, Brian Molendyk and Jan Molendyk. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Doreen’s Family and Friends”. A luncheon followed the service in the Lower Hall of the church prepared and served by the UCW. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Doreen’s memory to the Canadian Cancer Society, 200-325 Manning Road, NE, Calgary, AB, T2E 9Z9. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

Card of Thanks

A special thank you to Rev. Helen Reed, Robbie Knight, the Choir, Ben & Shirley Klumpenhower and Don Metz for your services, to the UCW for lunch and to everyone for phone calls, cards and kind words. Also thank you to Special Area #4, Rick and Greg Kelts for plowing snow.

Cora May Post

(March 22, 1923-Feb. 2, 2013)

Cora May Post passed away February 2, 2013 in Coronation Hospital following a brief illness. She was born March 22, 1923 at Macklin, Saskatchewan and was the last of her siblings; three brothers and five sisters.

May was predeceased by her husband, Henry Post, in April of 2000. It was after this that she moved to Consort from Edmonton to be near her family.

May is survived by her daughter, Dianne (Karl) Berg, of Consort, three grandchildren, Darcy (Rita) Berg, Debbie Stenger and Cindy Beattie, as well as eleven great grandchildren, one great great grandson and several nieces including Fay Ference of Monitor and Ann Shannon of Sylvan Lake.

The funeral was held February 11, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. from Evergreen Funeral Chapel, Edmonton with the Reverend Paul Shaw officiating. The organist was Dr. Gisele Rouleau and pallbearers were Ryan Berg, Brenden Berg, Damien Berg, Danton Berg, Kyle Stenger and Curtis Stenger. Honorary pallbearers were Troy Teichrib and Jocelyn Stenger, a great grandaughter, who also read the following poem that had been written by her Mom, Debbie in 1978.

Remember Me

Remember me in quiet days

When raindrops whisper on your pane,

But in your memories have no grief

But let the joy we knew remain.

Remember me when

evening stars

Look down on you with gleaming eyes,

Remember me when you awake

To catch a glimpse of red sunrise.

And when your thoughts do turn to me

Know that I will not have you cry

But live for me and laugh for me

When you are happy,

so am I.

Remember an old joke shared

Remember me when spring walks by

Think once of me when you are glad

And while you live, I shall not die.

Interment took place in the Garden of Apostles, Evergreen Memorial Gardens.

Edward Lawrence Koda

(Mar. 5, 1935 – Mar. 23, 2013)

It is with great sadness the family of Edward Lawrence Koda announces his passing on March 23, 2013 in Stony Plain, Alberta at the age of 78 years.

Ed’s work career spanned from 1956 – 1991 in Alberta with Canadian Utilities and Alberta Power. He will be remembered as a true sportsman and family man.

We will remember a wonderful Husband, Father, Grandfather, Great Grandfather, Uncle and Friend. Ed is survived by his loving wife Sherri, sister: Emily, sons: Kim, Terry, Fred and Trevor as well as daughters: Chareen, Marney and Susan.

At Edward’s request no service will be held and cremation has taken place.

In lieu of flowers, Memorial donations may be made in memory to the Alberta Cancer Foundation #710-10123-99 Street, Edmonton, Alberta T5J 3H1 or to S.T.A.R.S., Suite 100, 1519-35 Ave. East Edmonton International Airport, Edmonton, AB T9E 0V6

God saw you were getting tired.

In pain He didn’t want you to be.

So He put His arms around you

And whispered “Come to me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you

And saw you pass away

And though we Love you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A Golden Heart stopped beating,

Hardworking hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us…………

He only takes the Best!

You will be missed Dad (Papa). We Love You.

Written Tributes may be made to www.parklandfuneralservices.com

Harold Clare Wiltse

(July 16, 1915-March 23, 2013)

Harold Wiltse was born in Consort July 16, 1915; he was one of the babies that Dr. Day delivered. Harold died in Consort, March 23rd, 2013 at the age of 97.

The oldest son of Fred and Daisy Wiltse, Harold grew up and did his schooling in Consort.

He was pre-deceased by parents Fred and Daisy Wiltse, sister Francis Hinkle, brother Art Wiltse, and brother Ronald Wiltse.

In 1937, he was a grain buyer for Pioneer Grain Company. In 1939, he and his father purchased the local Grocery Store from Sanderson. When they took over they named it the Pioneer Store.

Harold once told us that he had his first date with Bernice Doherty when she was 16 years old, they went to a movie and she became the love of his life.

Harold married Bernice on November 30th, 1939 which lasted a loving 72 years until her passing in November 2011.

In 1942, Harold joined The Royal Canadian Air Force as a Radio Operator and was later discharged in 1945 after World War II. After his discharge Harold rented part of L. Robinson garage and was instrumental in revitalizing the Ford Dealership. In 1948, he built a new garage and combined the original garage owned by his Uncle Harrison and Father. He later sold the business in 1977.

Harold was elected to Village Council in 1949, became Mayor and served for 21 years and saw many improvements to the Village during this time.

Harold also belonged to Consort Legion, Lions Club, and Board of Trade.

Harold and Bernice spent many winters in Mesa, Arizona. They loved Square Dancing, Curling, Golfing and they loved having company.

One of their favourite things was watching the Edmonton Oilers hockey games while sharing a pizza and beer.

Harold is survived by his sister Dolores Boyd, sister-in-law Francie, brother-in-law Bob and many nieces, nephews and friends.

Harold’s memory was exceptional and he was the “go to guy“ for any information about the early years of Consort and Gooseberry Lake.

A Prayer Vigil for Harold Wiltse was held on Wednesday, April 3, 2013 at 7:00 p.m.. at the Corpus Christi Catholic Church, Consort, Alberta. A Memorial Mass honouring Harold took place at Corpus Christi Church, Consort, Alberta on Thursday, April 4th, 2013 at 10:30 a.m. Officiating Celebrants were Rev. Stempfle, Rev. Hesse and Rev. Mahesh SAC. The music ministry team was Kelly Owens, Marilynn Deagle and Marilyn Long. The Words of Remembrance were given by Frances Jackson & Kelly Boyd. The Adult Server was Greg Formanek and the Readers were Martha Oxamitny & Taylor Fawcett. The Gift Bearers were Frances Jackson & Maureen Kwolick. The Urn Bearer was Rob Wiltse. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Harold’s Family and Friends” and “Consort Lions Members”. A luncheon followed the service in the Sportex Hall which was prepared and served by the the Corpus Christi Catholic Church. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Harold’s memory to the the Consort Hospital Auxiliary, Box 233, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

Words of Remembrance

Frances Jackson & Kelly Boyd

Kelly –

Today we pay homage to a man who lived a very long life filled with many accomplishments. How do you condense 97 years of industrious living into a few minutes? Harold lived life to the fullest starting from a very early age. When he was only 11 years old he began doing jobs in his father’s Ford garage, located across the street from the old Royal Bank. He gradually learned mechanics on the job, then took a one year apprenticeship. At age 19, the Ford Motor Co. offered him the Consort Ford dealership, on the strength of his experience and the backing of an established Ford dealer, making Harold the youngest Ford dealer in Canada. He operated the dealership until the beginning of WW2 when cars became available only by permit for emergency use, such as doctors.

Harold was a grain buyer for the Pioneer Grain Co. for only 6 months when he got the opportunity to buy the grocery store on Main Street. This later became known as the Pioneer Store and Harold set it up as a Wiltse family business. Harold sold the store to his mother when he joined the Air Force.

During the years 1937 to 42 as well as running the store, he worked as an Inspector under the Prairie Farmers Assistance Act.

When he returned home in 1945 his Ford business started up again, but this time in a portion of Lorence Robinson’s building. Before long he acquired the lots where today’s Ford dealership stands and built a larger building where he carried on until retirement.

Fran –

Harold became a part of my family in about 1937 when he and Bernice started dating. A memory I have of those days, they would make a date for Harold to drive out to our farm to take Bernice to whatever entertainment was planned for that evening and Bernice would spend a long time getting ready for her date – then wait – and wait – Harold was always late! It became a standing joke in our family – just so we could bug Bernice about it. Tho’ he may have been late, he certainly always arrived full of apologies.

Bernice and Harold were married November 30, 1939. In the first years they lived in a small house on the west side of town. After the war they bought their house on Main Street and lived there until they built their house on the East side of town where they lived until illness forced them to be hospitalized. Harold retired in 1977. Then they were free to travel. They took lengthy trips to Japan, more than one trip to Hawaii, also took several cruises in the Caribbean area as well as one cruise to Alaska.

They had a beautiful home in Arizona where they spent 6 months each year for 22 years. They built up a large number of friends of all ages over the years, due to their wonderful hospitality. Many friends were people they met in Arizona who have kept in touch and came to Consort quite often for a visit. Bernice and Harold craved company. Their home was always “open house” to anyone who dropped in at anytime of the day. The signing of the guest book was a ‘must’ at either the cabin or the house and later even in the hospital.

Kelly –

Harold loved the little town of Consort but he could see the need for many improvements to be made as electricity was the only amenity the town had to offer. One day, the need for modern facilities became very evident when an unfortunate accident occurred in their home. Harold was attempting to carry the container used for indoor toileting outside to empty it. Somehow he lost his grip on it and it spilled – DISASTER!! Harold shouted out, “I am going to get on town council and stay on it until I can FLUSH !! This was the beginning of his determination to improve living conditions in Consort. From then on, he worked to get water and sewer, gas, street lights, and paved streets. Harold certainly worked diligently to earn his position as Mayor, a post he filled from 1950 to 1971, a period of 21 years. Harold actively participated in all organizations, the Legion, the Lions, Bingo, the sports, particularly curling. He took an active part in establishing the golf course at the lake. Both he and Bernice golfed for as long as their health permitted it.

Harold was very modest about his successes and accomplishments. He never flaunted his many awards from the Ford Motor Co. Sheldon Wiltse is proud to have them displayed in his home, but he generously brought them here for display today. Harold always played down his accomplishments.

Finale

Fran –

In their personal lives Harold and Bernice were a very loving, affectionate couple. They lived totally for each other. Harold was a wonderful husband, very caring, considerate and thoughtful.

Kelly –

One of their rituals was at bedtime where they would climb into bed and enjoy a glass of wine. Auntie Bernice told my wife and I a couple of years ago that she thought she had an advantage as Uncle Harold had to have a glass of cranberry juice and then his glass of wine. She, on the other hand, got to enjoy two glasses of wine.

My Uncle Harold had a heart of gold. He had a great love for my Auntie Bernice and also for his Mother.

Harold finally was granted his wish to be reunited with Bernice on the evening of March 23 when God released him from his life to welcome him home to be with Bernice.

Card of Thanks

The families of Harold Wiltse would like to send a very special thank you to the Consort Hospital, Dr Raath and Dr. Usher, Nurses and staff for the excellent care and kindness shown Uncle Harold during his time there. Thank you to Heather Caseley and the staff of the Coronation Funeral Home for the wonderful job they do. Thank you for the funeral lunch by the Corpus Christi Catholic Church Ladies.

We would also like to thank the Red Deer Hospital staff and ambulance staff for a great job while Harold was in your care.

Thank you to Father Stempfle, Father Hesse and Father Mahesh SAC for doing the service for Harold.

Thank you to everyone for your acts of kindness, care and thoughtfulness; they are greatly appreciated.

Uncle Harold’s Families

Forest Russell Garbutt

(March 22, 1928-March 21, 2013)

Forest Garbutt passed away March 21, 2013 at the age of 85 years. He was born March 22, 1928 in Consort and was raised in the Neutral Valley area, twelve miles north of Consort, where his mother and father, Russell and Laura (Williams) Garbutt, farmed. He had a younger sister, Marjorie, and they both attended Neutral Valley School until the family moved from the district. Forest was known as “Tor” to his friends. He married Cleo Long from Veteran and they made their home in Edmonton.

Forest leaves behind his loving children, Cheryl (Keith), Kathy (Fred), Greg (Angie) and Kelly (Mike) and grandchildren, Kimberley, Amber, Kaila, Jaclyn, Melanie, Joanne, Dyllon and Scott; sister, Marge Davies (Ken) of Calgary; and many relatives and great friends. Forest was predeceased by his wife, Cleo.

A Memorial Service was held Saturday, April 6th, at noon at St. Matthew’s Church, Edmonton.

Donations may be made to Second Chance Animal Rescue Society, Box 3045, Athabasca, AB. T9S 2B9.

Donald Cameron Day

(Dec. 25, 1920 – Mar. 28, 2013)

Donald Cameron Day passed away at the Coronation Hospital & Care Centre, Coronation, Alberta, on March 28, 2013 at the age of 92.

Donald was born to Dr. Arthur and Alma Day (nee Goettsch) in Consort on December 25, 1920. These were good times in Consort. The region was growing prosperous and his father’s practice and farm kept the young family busy. As children, he and his sisters were encouraged to have pets and have projects that would put spending money in their pockets. There were always chores to do and of course homework but as the years turned into the dirty thirties, the tone of the area changed to one of drought and desperation. Donald was later able to recall the drought years with complete clarity and it was those years that had the greatest impact on him.

Donald’s schooling was taken in Consort at the Consolidated High School and because medicine was the family business, he was encouraged by his father to become a doctor. He spent three years attending the University of Alberta but when war broke out, he enlisted with the Air Force and went overseas. War changes men. Donald never revealed much of those years but when he returned he had decided that he didn’t want to be a doctor, that he was content to stay home, and that he never wanted to taste lamb again.

He joined his father in the management of the family farm and it was at a dance in 1948 that he met Betty Barber and asked her to dance. Betty had moved out to Consort to help her family and after a short courtship they were married in Calgary and returned to Consort to make their home on the family farm on the North West corner of Consort.

Donald’s special interests were ranching, hockey and ball – sometimes ranching, ball and hockey but ranching was his passion. In the late 40’s, the farm purchased the Tweed and George McConnell Ranch and extended its land base. It was during the 60’s and 70’s that he participated in the silage crews which cut silage for Doug and Donnie Fawcett and Ervin and Clark Fawcett along with Gavin Simkin. He could be depended upon to help others harvest during hard times and was instrumental in fundraising for the original Consort Arena that burned down. He and his hired men canvassed the area and shoveled many bushels of wheat to make that arena a reality.

Family life was centered around ranching and sports. The boys grew up riding horses, working with cattle and with machinery. The day that Donald found out he was going to be a grandfather, he spent the afternoon oiling up the child’s saddle in the barn. Donald encouraged his boy’s interest in hockey and ball and the local neighborhood kids will recall the home made rink constructed yearly in the garden outside their house. Donald helped coach and transport teams and was always keenly interested in the teams his boys played on. Later when his grandchildren were born, he could be seen at every home game and he could be counted upon to attend Junior and Senior games as long as his health permitted. He cheered for Bobby Hull and the Blackhawks in the early years and was a true Oiler fan even in the bad years. The lockout this last year was particularly hard on him.

He leaves to mourn his passing his loving wife of sixty-four years, Betty; son Bill (Holly); grandsons Daniel (Carley), Kevin (Emily Kane), Scott (Tiffany Bird); great grandchildren Hailey and Zachary. Donald was predeceased by his parents Dr. Arthur and Alma, son Donnie, sisters Helen (Bill Ferguson) and Janet (Gordon Rogers).

The funeral service to honour Donald’s life took place at Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Friday, April 5th, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. Officiating was Reverend Helen Reed. Organist Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “Shall We Gather At The River” and “Softly & Tenderly Jesus is Calling”. The Knox United Church Choir was leader of song. The eulogy was given by Donald’s daughter-in-law, Holly Day. A tribute was given by grandson, Dan Day. The interment will be held at a later date at the Lake Road Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Active Pallbearers were Dan Day, Kevin Day, Scott Day, Robert Simkin, Wade Lourance and Glenn Kennedy. Honorary Pallbearers were Ervin Fawcett, Clark Fawcett, Donald Fawcett, Doug Fawcett and John Simkin. Family and friends gathered in the Lower Hall of the church immediately following the service for a luncheon prepared and served by the UCW. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Donald’s memory to The Neutral Hills Community & Seniors Centre, Box 220, Consort, Alberta, T0C 1B0. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

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And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker. I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, ride horses, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a rancher.

?I need somebody with arms strong enough to pull a calf and gentle enough to handle his own grandchild. Somebody to tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon – and mean it.” So God made a rancher.

God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour work week by Tuesday noon, then put in another seventy-two hours.” So God made a rancher.

He said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heavy bales, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs. It has to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disk and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a Sunday ball game.

?Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and reply with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life ‘doing what Dad does.’ So God made a rancher.

Apologies to Paul Harvey

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Eulogy

– Holly Day

What is the measure of a man’s years? How do you boil down 93 years of family and community into a speech that reflects who a man was? Many here knew Donald for much longer than I. I really only knew him for thirty years but I can say that in those years I found him to be a solid man; dependable, straight forward and quiet spoken.

Donald was born to Dr. Arthur and Alma Day on Christmas Day in 1919. His father forgot to register his birth so forever afterwards and as far as the Canadian government knows, he was born in 1920. Paperwork caused problems with his birth date all his life and I think this was the beginning of his distaste for beaurocratic recordkeeping.

So he was actually 93 – 93 years but not old because Donald didn’t like to be called old. He was stronger than most and liked to outlast many. His nickname in his hockey days was ‘Brickwall’ Day and I can imagine that. He was tall with broad shoulders. My boys say that he had ‘old man strength’ and he liked to rattle a younger man with it. One of our men was struggling to close a gate and tie it shut. He had some lame triple wrap with a half hitch on that just wouldn’t do the job. When he was finished, Donald grabbed it away from the man, gave it a one handed shake and the entire contraption just fell apart leaving the young man ponder his inadequacies.

Despite being a doctor’s son, Donald was a farm kid. He was a quiet boy who liked being around the animals and working with the men. He lived every prairie boy’s life – school and chores. But when the depression hit followed closely by drought, his life and everyone’s life in this area was affected. What followed was years of desperation where many in the area were near to starvation and while his family was one of the lucky ones he couldn’t help but be affected by the widespread poverty. He remembered cutting truckloads of Canadian thistle to feed to the cows and years of failed crops. The hard work and hopelessness of the time were seared on his memory.

His first job was at sixteen when he bought a license at the elevator and began selling fuel for the local distributor; a sixteen year old trucking gasoline. But his father wanted him to become a doctor, so he attended the University of Alberta out of duty to his parents. His education was interrupted by the war and he enlisted with the Air Force. He spent a few years in England with the Expeditionary Forces – long enough to realize that medicine was not for him. I only knew his gruff exterior so it would be hard to imagine what his bedside manner would have been.

He grew up over in England; he had experienced the loss of his best friend and was no longer the lad that went overseas – perhaps that is what gave him the courage to say no to his parents and medicine. When he returned he worked with his father in developing the herd of purebred Herefords that the doctor had started and, with his father, he bought the Tweed and George McConnell place. Summers were spent moving bulls into different pastures and keeping more records for the Hereford Association. Winters were spent at the hay meadow near Bulwark where they wintered the cows.

Today one of the buzz words is passion. I don’t think Donald would have used the word ‘passion’ but we all agree his passion was his cattle. He thought about them constantly. He was always thinking about what we could do to improve the herd and the health of the animals. He watched the weather channel with an eye on how it would affect the calves and what kind of feed to offer. Donald was a Hereford man pure and simple. He liked their lines and temperament but grew to appreciate the vigor of the Angus brand. So his herd had its origins in purebred Herefords and later he added the Black Angus to respond to market conditions.

Early pictures of him show his strength. Tall, wide shoulders with square jaw and an impressive head of hair. Its not hard to imagine that Betty was bowled over one night when he first asked her to dance. And he wasn’t much for talking – not very smooth. She told him that she was engaged and showed him her ring and he said, “I can do better than that.’ And he did. They were married in Calgary – honeymooned in Banff for a few days and that was the last vacation time he ever took.

Their first winter was spent sharing a little shack at the Bulwark hay meadow with Art and Helen Spencer who were newly married also and this laid the basis for their lifelong friendships. Son Donnie was born in 1951 and Bill followed – 1953 and it was only his father’s death in 1955 that marred this happy time. In the years that followed, Donald was busy building his ranch. Back then, the cattle were trailed in the spring from north of Coronation at Bulwark, north of the Neutrals until Veteran then across country to Consort. From there they would make the trek to the ranch near New Brigden. It was quite a trek for a herd of pregnant cows. Of course today we only trail them for two days down the secondary to the Watson Coulie for the night and then across country east crossing highway 41 to get to the ranch. Donald made the ride twice every year until just a few years ago. The last few years he would still mount up and help us cross the highway. That’s a lot of years and a lot of rides he put in. Next week we’ll start the process all over again and this will be the first that we’ll do without him.

One spring we were trailing them down the secondary towards the Watson Coulie – the cows were spread out over a mile – down both ditches and on the road when Donald came across an army Coyote – that’s a kind of stripped down tank built for speed. Well, you can imagine the standoff; Green Coyote with large gun and an officer in full combat gear officially informing the old cowboy to turn his herd back. The officer told Donald that he’d have to gather up his cows and take them home because the army was doing maneuvers in this area – hadn’t he seen the notice in the paper? Donald said that he’s driving his herd to summer pasture – didn’t the officer see the notice in the paper? And with that he rode away, the cows split and began walking around the Coyote and the officer was left cooling his heels for a time while the herd walked on past him.

Something I admired about Donald was his ability to look straight ahead and plan for the future. Donald may not have been a talker but he was a thinker. His hours were spent reflecting on the condition of the grass, how much water was in the dugouts, the hay and straw reserves and his focus was not on the immediate future or the near future but he also had a three year plan and a five year down the road plan. He may have not been able to tell what was going to happen next month but he would have considered what might happen and all the options to deal with them. Like many of the ranchers in the Special Areas he was always prepared for the possibilities. He learned his lessons in the school of hard knocks – no amount of money can prepare you for years of drought. Plans have to be in place ahead of time. Never sell water – store as much as you can. Those lessons learned during the depression held true his entire life. Donald was one of the last in the area to summerfallow – a practice that helped tide him over during dry years and about once every seven years he looked pretty good as he was able to pull in a crop while others had none.

I once tried to wrestle some family history out of him – dates, who moved and why. He said ,”I’m not interested in what happened 100 years ago – I’m not looking back. I’m too busy looking to the future.” And that was how he was. He didn’t spend his hours lamenting what had happened. He was all about planning for the future.

When he was a young man, John Wayne was the ideal – but today’s Hollywood leading man is glib and slick kind of like a Bradley Cooper. Donald was more John Wayne, strong, silent type – an old fashioned idea these days. He didn’t have much to say but when he said it you had to be listening because he wouldn’t say it again. He liked to keep his head low and nose to the grindstone. He didn’t like to be noticed – he turned down offers of awards like the very first Commercial Hereford Breeder of the Year. A few years ago Special Areas offered to nominate him for a Farm Family Award but he didn’t want to have to take the day off to go to Calgary.

Best times/worst times. If he were asked I think he’d say his most notable achievements were, successfully ranching for 70 years, being still married to the same woman for 63 because both are challenging. Kevin says he once asked Donald why we mount a horse on the left side. Donald said that he didn’t know the reason why but that you should be on the left side of a horse and the right side of a woman. Kevin wondered why the right side of a woman? Well Kev,” Donald said, “Because you don’t want to be on the wrong side of a woman.” Betty will tell you that he was a good husband and was very good to her.

He was involved in fundraising for the first Consort Arena and spent many hours shoveling donations of grain and selling them at the elevator. He was particularly pleased when his grandsons came along – following their hockey and ball, showing up at various games and tournaments. Memorable events would have been the years of silage and branding crews with the Fawcetts and Simkins, and every single Calgary Bull Sale he ever attended. Most difficult moments, definitely the death of his son Donnie and watching the Consort Arena burn down. And he felt the loss of good friends over the years, first Clare Robinson, then Art Spencer, Gavin Simkin and Albert Fischer along with the loss of his sisters and brothers-in-law. Over the years he had many men work for him. He was easy going and kept up with the many that moved on. Bill will confirm that he was a good father with a light touch. He taught by example but Bill can remember the only spanking Donald ever gave him – that was for lighting the corrals on fire. It was Betty that kept the wooden spoon handy not Donald. What he liked was a new born calf and a wicked curve ball. What he hated was seismograph crews and landmen.

So the measure of Donald’s life is the people and business he leaves behind to carry on. His work of seventy years is done but ours is just beginning. Its our task to remember the man, his wishes and move forward into the future – not look back and worry about what could have been, should have been, might have happened. And it’s a daunting one we face without his guidance. On behalf of Betty and Bill and the boys, I’d like to thank you for coming to honor Donald’s memory. We look forward to hearing your remembrances of the man we all knew so well- a man with a simple life of work and family. Thank you.

Tribute

– Dan Day

Grandpa had a way of teaching life’s lessons; whenever a mistake was made he was always very calm. He would let you know what you did wrong but would not allow you to lose any confidence.

Grandpa didn’t talk much about his time in WW2; I knew it was a time in his life that he would rather forget. He, like many other men, spent a few years of their lives doing something that they didn’t want to do but had to do. Grandpa was a rancher not a soldier. We owe these men and women a great deal of gratitude, as they were the ones that built and defended this country. Only rare times would he shed some light on his time, I remember talking to him about a local rancher that recently watched a baseball game at Yankee stadium. He paused and said he had been to New York once. I thought he was about to reveal that he himself had watched the Yankees play. “I’ve been to New York, Christmas 1943 before we sailed to England.” At that moment I knew he was still very bitter about that time in his life.

I also remember the time when I bought a small 14’ fishing boat and was about to test it out in the slough behind Grandpa’s place. He asked me if I had any lifejackets, he had his doubts about the safety of this boat. I had lifejackets and he asked me if they floated, yes of course, why wouldn’t they I said? He began to tell me that on the ship going overseas to England each of the men were given a life preserver in the case that the ship was sinking. It was a crowded, uncomfortable ride so most of the men sat on their life preservers. When they arrived at the harbours some of the men tossed their preservers into the ocean and they sank like stones.

Grandpa loved sports; he loved watching his grandsons play baseball and hockey. He was never too busy to drop what he was doing on the farm and take grandma to a baseball game in the middle of the afternoon. Most of his winter was spent watching over the cows and keeping a close eye on the watering system. But when the sun went down and one of us grandsons were playing hockey, he was there at the sportex watching hockey and enjoying himself. I fondly remember a deal we struck early in my minor hockey career; he’d pay me a dollar for every goal. Every Christmas his gift to his grandsons was a hockey stick; these sticks were bought at the UFA and usually shattered early into the first practise after Christmas. I watched a lot of Oiler games at grandpa’s house and I’ll always remember how excited we both got during the 2006 playoff run.

Aside from family, cattle ranching was grandpa’s true passion. His legendary eye for cattle, willingness to do whatever it took to care for his animals, and unparalled work ethic made him a true hero to me. Stories of him fencing in the Watson coulee digging in cedar posts by hand. Spending months at a time down at the ranch fencing and looking after cattle without coming home. Putting up 25,000 small square oat bales during the summer that were loaded by hand. He put up mountains of hay with primitive farm equipment and then wintered his cattle in this remote hay meadow north of Coronation. He and his family lived there over the winter in a small house without any of the amenities that we enjoy today. Grandpa was an iron man that worked incredibly hard to make a better life and create opportunities for his family. And he did.

My grandfather lived in a time that required hard work and dedication to be successful. The methods of farming and ranching that he employed were extremely labour intensive compared to today’s techniques. Men of that time developed a sense of pride in their work and toughness. I always admired my grandfather’s modesty as he would never brag about how easy my generation has it. He truly was happy that because of his hard work, things would be easier on his family in the future.

Jean Deleff

(Sept. 3, 1923-April 5, 2013)

Annie Jennie (Jean) was born in Monitor, Alberta September 3, 1923 to Alexander Tweed and Irma Bridgett McConnell. Jean (as she was known) had 2 sisters, Margaret born in 1919 and Georgia born in 1926.

The family spent their entire life raising sheep at the same ranch, southeast of Monitor. Jean went to school at Stonelaw School and most of the time she rode a horse or drove a buggy to school. After her school days she worked for several local families and then on December 2, 1943, a cold blizzarding day, she married Zahary (Harry Deleff). They went on to have 7 children:

Kenneth Deleff -Deceased (Johanna); Carolyn (Johanna’s Daughter)

Shirley (Orville) Ulry; Kevin (Lori), Cheryl

Diane (Clark) Fawcett; Jeannette (Michael), Jacqui (Trent), Joelle (Jason)

H. James (Lynn) Deleff; Kenneth (Darcie), Robert (Bev), Micheal, Jesse, Bradley (Hanna)

Susanne (Garry) Fran-chuk; Melanie (Matt), Trevor (Emma), Miranda

Donald (Kathy) Deleff; Melissa, Nicholas

Thomas Deleff (Geraldine); Jeromy, Joshua, Nikolai.

30 Great Grandchildren.

Jean is survived by her sister Margaret Parkin, sisters-in-law Dorothy Deleff, Lillian Warren; brothers-in-law Alex and Marin Deleff; daughter-in-law Yvette; as well as numerous nieces, nephews, other relatives and many dear friends. Jean was predeceased by her son Ken in 1974; father Tweed in 1981, mother Irma in 1982; husband Harry in 1997; son-in-law Randy Ekencrantz in 2009; sister Georgia in 2012; brothers-in-law Bert Parkin, Vasil Deleff, Ed (Shirley) Deleff, Charlie Jarrett; sisters-in-law, Helen (Alec) Murray, Jennie Deleff, Isabelle Deleff; nephews, Bruce Deleff, Leslie Jarrett; niece Marie Fooks.

Jean enjoyed nature, both feathered and furry. Her kind nature took in many a stray. The farm kept her busy both in the house and field, garden and barn. No greater time was had by any of the grandchildren or great grandchildren, than when they got to go to grandma Jean’s.

Jean will be greatly missed. Knowing that Mom is no longer in pain lessens our sorrow and gives us a sense of peace.

Jean passed away on Friday, April 5, 2013 at the Consort Hospital & Care Center, Long Term Care at the age of 89 years.

The funeral service to honour Jean’s life took place at Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Monday, April 8th, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. Officiating was Reverend Helen Reed. Organist Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “Spirit, Spirit of Gentleness” and “Softly & Tenderly Jesus is Calling”. The Knox United Church Choir was leader of song. Tributes were given by grandchildren Jeannette Fawcett-Weir and Kevin Ulry. A video tribute prepared by the family was played before and after the service. The interment will be held at a later date at the Monitor Cemetery, Monitor, Alberta. Active Pallbearers were grandsons, Nicholas Deleff, Bradley Deleff, Jesse Deleff, Kenneth Deleff, Jeromy Deleff, and Robert Deleff. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Jean’s Grandchildren”. A luncheon followed the service, prepared and served by the UCW, in the Lower Hall of the church. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Jean’s memory to The Multiple Sclerosis Society of Canada, 105, 4807-50 Ave. Red Deer, Alberta, T4N 4A5. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

Tribute

Grandma Deleff was a typical teenager. We recall her telling us of the days that she would sneak out the window to ride the horse to a dance several miles away. Great Granddad was in the know but faithfully kept Great-Grandma in the dark so as not to disturb the peace.

Grandma used to work for the local farmers in their busy seasons. She talked of the time when she was only 15 or 16 – she was informed in the morning that there would be several men to feed for dinner, in addition to caring for the children. With no grocery store to dash to like we’re used to, she had to go out to the chicken coop to catch one or two of the feathered fowl, butcher, pluck and cook it along with the rest of the meal. Dessert was no doubt on the menu as no meal was complete without it. She told Joelle that it was the 1st time ever she had to kill a chicken and thinking she couldn’t bring herself to do it, she finally did it with her eyes closed! Those men would surely starve if any of today’s youth were in that situation.

It seems Grandma was always in a hurry. One such day in a rush to school, she cut the corner too close with the buggy. The wheel caught one gate post, sending her in a spin and bending the axel. This was just the beginning of her adventures on the road.

Later, Grandma loved riding on the back of a 750 Honda motorbike with her son-in-law, Randy, partway from Edson to Edmonton, after attending Lorna’s wedding. She surprised everyone when she volunteered to keep him company!

For years, Grandma had trouble with her right foot. It seemed to get unusually heavy when sitting behind the wheel. She must have been in her late 70s when the local detachment caught up to her driving to Consort one day. Lynn recalls Grandma Jean saying she tried to get out of a speeding ticket by using her grandma status and was quite offended when he didn’t see it her way.

A few years earlier, Tom says she asked to use his car. On return, he asked her how it handled. She said it handled fine but it didn’t have much power. Tom was surprised considering it was a 420 horsepower Grand Torino.

More recently, Grandma acquired a scooter after her move into the lodge. She sounded quite perturbed when telling one of her daughters that Jim had been in and turned down the speed. Guess she felt quite confident in maneuvering her new wheels. In fact, when the kids expressed surprise that she caught on so fast to the new controls, she emphatically stated, “Well, I did use to drive!” She came to enjoy the freedom the scooter gave her, looking forward to her trips around the lodge grounds with her special friend, Bernice Deagle.

For those of you who say a leopard can’t change its spots or you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, we have news for you. Grandma was telling Shirley on the phone, that the residents at the long term care were giving her a hard time. Shirley became very concerned and asked what about. Grandma went on to say that they were saying she had become very talkative. Having always been on the quieter side, Shirley expressed surprise and says, “Mom, you, talkative?? At 89?” Grandma then made the announcement, “well, I’ve changed!”

Grandma was always a tough bird. To give you an example, a golf ball hit at full force by her son-in-law, Randy, ricocheted off the yard’s powerpole. Grandma had been standing beside him when the ball came right back and struck her in the middle of the forehead. It didn’t knock her down, in fact, she didn’t even flinch.

Over the years, Grandma and Grandpa traveled with Clark and Diane’s family to Ottawa to meet her parents’ relatives, and the Maritimes – where she felt it important to scoop up some of PEI’s red soil into a container and put it in her suitcase. She didn’t know it was illegal to cross the border into the US with it, which happened to be the next stop. Security proceeded to pour it all out on the counter to Grandma’s dismay. We assume that finding no hidden diamonds and being a grey haired grannie is the reason they scooped it back up into the Pringles jar and returned it to her.

They also travelled to Disneyland, with Clark and Diane, where she went on the water-log roller coaster ride with her young granddaughters, Jeannette and Jacqui. Another time, Grandma Jean and Aunt Helen Murray spent time together in Las Vegas, leaving their men folk to keep the home fires burning.

The upper western US states, Vancouver, and Victoria were other stops with family. Grandma always enjoyed short trips with her daughters and a few other ladies to the city to enjoy some shows and shopping. Grandma submitted to the pressure of her daughters and came home with her ears pierced.

Grandpa was an avid fisherman. He stopped at every brook and stream, even the dry ones, much to his travel-mates exasperation. Grandma demonstrated her endless patience during this and many other trips to the lakes in search of “the big one.”

One of the highlights in her early 70’s was a cruise from Alaska to Vancouver with Grandpa and their two daughters, Shirley and Sue, followed by a 2 day Via Rail trip across B.C.

On becoming adults and each going into the great big world, Jean’s children have expressed just how precious it was to have a mother who was home when they stepped off the school bus.

Grandma was fondly known as the bionic woman. Her transformation started with a hip replacement in her late fifties, followed by another one a few years later. Three knee replacements (and you may ask, what??), a new shoulder, a triple heart bypass, and laser eye surgery all contributed to her unique status. You can imagine the alarm bells at the airport security.

Over the past few days the grandchildren have had the opportunity to share special memories of Grandma Jean. There are many we hold in common such as her warming up our towels and wrapping us in that warmth, enveloping us just like her love did. She always was baking bread, buns, cakes and always served dessert with a meal.

Grandma was a nature lover, she loved all animals and plants. She took care of all sorts of cats, bunnies, fish, even the skunks around the yard, until Uncle Jim took care of them in his own way!

Grandma always had some sort of seeds sprouting on her counter. She grew many different exotic things this way. In fact a lemon tree stands in the Broadview Hospital that her granddaughter Jacqui manages, that was started in just this way years ago.

A few years ago Jean’s son-in-law, Clark Fawcett took Grandma and his children and grandchildren to see the homestead where Grandma had grown up. It was a magical experience for all of us to share with her. She told us a lot of stories and pointed out special places. For example, the attic where Grandma slept when she provided care to her elderly grandmother. Grandma Jean had quite a life and saw so much progress during her 89 years.

Grandma’s journey came to an unexpected and sudden end after a brief illness. The entire family are forever grateful to have had such a strong, giving and kind presence in our lives.

Thank you for coming to honour our mother/grandmother/great grandmother, sharing your memories and supporting us in our loss.

Allen Matthew Schetzsle

Allen Matthew Schetzsle, first born to Gordon and Bernice Schetzsle in Consort, Alberta on October 12, 1958, passed away suddenly at his home on April 19, 2013 at the age of 54.

He is survived by his three children: Scott and Chelsey Schetzsle, Jason (Chrystal) Ference, children, Charlize, Neely, and Justin; his parents: Gordon and Bernice Schetzsle; his brother Patty (Carrie) Schetzsle, their children Chad, Brandon, Tia; his sisters: Charlene (Miles) White, children Danielle, Julene, Amarie; Cindy (Les) Por, children Barry, Shane, Chris; Brenda (Rocky) Kroeger, children Daryl, Brad, Rick; Jody (Chris) Simpson, children Trevor, Ethan; Tammy (Leigh) McDiarmid, children Merrick, Lauren; companion Natasha Pruski; Grandmother, Alvina (Fischer) Scheible; Aunts Delia (Hal) Sorenson, Agnes (Ken) Rumohr, Carol (Rod) McCuaig, Donna (Don) Staten, Janice (Dale) Shield; numerous cousins and special friends.

He was predeceased by his Grandfather, James (“pa”) Schetzsle, Grandmother Mary (Manion) Schetzsle, Grandfather Willie Scheible, Uncle Francis Schetzsle, Aunts Celeste Evans, Helen Kelts, Loretta Healy; cousins: Darren Scheible, Cathy Doherty; nephew Jacob Simpson, great-niece Chloe Handy-Schetzsle

The eldest of seven siblings, growing up on a farm, he nurtured an early love of animals, except for the gophers, for which he snared. He worked various jobs as a farm hand to earn his spending money and graduated from Consort school in 1976. His first son Jason was born to he and Gloria Ference in 1975. After graduation, he worked at Wiltse Ford while attaining his automotive mechanic certificate at SAIT, bought himself a bike and traveled to Phoenix. In 1983, he married Denise (Baskey) and later moved to the City of Edmonton. In 1989, his son Scott was born, then two years later, Chelsey.

Throughout his life, he pipelined for Benedict Holdings, and spent most of his years working at Redline Performance in Edmonton. He so enjoyed his time at family gatherings, a game of crib; harvesting with his dad on the family farm, cruising on his bike, hosting camp at Slave, teaching his nieces and nephews to fish and shoot gophers, a cool one with his friends at the Sands, being at the race track, and keeping tabs on the Flames! Forever loved for his practical jokes; bringing light to difficult moments; his loyalty and friendship; picking out the “perfect” Christmas cards and gifts; helping out a friend in need; filling customers pockets with bolts; collecting anonymous keys to add to any victims keychains; tossing breadcrumbs on your trailer at night (knowing how early in the a.m. the squirrels would wake you); dishing out “Hurts Donuts” to gullible victims; and of course his favorite saying, “If they don’t find you handsome, they should find you handy!” Handy, he was! The most sought after mechanic we know. We miss him terribly, and wish he were still here ……………..with us.

The funeral service for Allen Schetzsle was held on Saturday, May 4, 2013 at 1:00 p.m. at the Consort Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Pianist, Linda Schetzsle, played for the congregational hymn “In The Garden”. The eulogy was given by Allen’s son Scott Schetzsle. A poem was read by Leona and her daughter as well as Natasha. The musical selection “Go Rest High On The Mountain” was played during the service. The family prepared a video tribute which was played during the service. Urn Bearers were Scott, Chelsey, Gordon & Patty Schetzsle. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Allen’s many close friends and family”. The interment followed the service at the Consort Catholic Cemetery, with Father Mahesh presiding. Lunch was held at the Sportex Hall which was prepared and served by the Corpus Christi Catholic Church. Memorial donations may be made to The Alberta Sport, Recreation, Parks and Wildlife Foundation, 700-10405 Jasper Ave. NW, Edmonton, Alberta T5J 4R7.

You may send your condolences on the website www.coronationfuneralhome.com Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with the funeral arrangements.

Tribute

By Scott Schetzsle

15 days have elapsed since the passing of my father, and not one of those days have gone by without me thinking about the man my Dad was, and the loved ones he left behind. Parents, sisters, children, a beloved brother, extended family, friends, and even two cats have spent the past few weeks trying to find a way to live on without Allen. Sisters wondering who is going to settle a family argument, parents wondering who’s going to convince them to get to the hospital, a brother wondering who will be by his side to welcome his next grandchild into this world, and a whole lot of friends wondering why they’re still hiding their Canadians in case Al stops by. I’ve found myself, as I’m sure many of you have as well, trying to hold on to any memory of Allen because I know that most of those memories put a smile on my face.

Allen was a simple man that took great pride in his family, his work, the farm, his hockey team, and most importantly his ability to catch and cook a great pickrel. My Dad had no problem making sure everyone knew when the Flames beat the Oilers, how big of a fish he caught, or how proud he was of each and every member of his family. I think I speak for all of our family and friends when I say to you Dad, that we are proud to have known and been surrounded by your compassion, your thoughtfulness, and your eagerness to help out and support those you cared for most. There was nothing in this world you thought of in higher regard than your family and your Flames. The pictures that enshrined your house and the enthusiasm that was in your voice whenever you spoke of either of them could put a smile on my face in even the most grim of days.

Allen was something special to all of us. Dad I wish I had the time to tell you what you meant to everyone in this room, well hell if I’m wishing for things I wish you were still here so we could all tell you in person, but since that is no longer a possibility I hope that you’re watching over all of us and keeping the sky’s blue and the winds down come fishing season.

My sister Chelsey has the most fitting image of our dad that I’m very honoured to get to share with you. She said she’s never known anyone who could genuinely be polite, forthcoming, and share a joke with a complete and utter stranger as our Dad could. Whether it was in the line at a hockey concession, or standing next to someone at a urinal, Dad could strike up a conversation and have anyone smiling in seconds, even if sometimes it was a smile of concern and pity. I think that humour gene must run in the family.

In the past few weeks we have been blessed with stories of my Dad’s life, and we can’t thank you all enough for sharing those memories with us. Although I have to think Dad never told me some of them for good reason. Al was a special man and I believe Rick, Al’s long-time boss and friend at Redline said it best, “You always had to keep an eye on Al as he was always planning to get you with something”- Dad your comedy was legendary, and will be forever missed.

I never thought I’d be standing here on one of Alberta’s only beautiful Saturday mornings telling all your family and friends how much we’re going to miss you. I can imagine you laughing at us right now sweating away in our dress clothes as you’re sitting on your boat with Grandpa Schieble bottom bouncing Lesser Slave and running out of room on your stringer. I only wish I could be there to guide your boat in and hand you guys a cold one after a long day on the lake. You were a special man to everyone in this room today and we’re all going to miss the special way you left us feeling. Every time I cast a line, break a perfect rack, or sit down in front of a fire you’ll be on my mind and in my heart. My first house, my wedding, and every time someone yawns and ends up with a finger in their mouth, your smile will make me grin from ear to ear. And Dad, just so you know, all your fishing stories are now mine, and in my fishing stories, I ALWAYS catch the biggest fish.

Love you and rest in peace.

Poem

By Leona & Patricia Pfeil and Natasha Pruski

Our lives go on without you

But nothing is the same

We have to hide our

heartache

When someone speaks your name.

Sad are the hearts that love you

Silent are the tears that fall

Living without you is the hardest part of all.

You did so many things for us

Your heart was so kind and true

And when we needed someone

We could always count on you.

The special years will not return

When we are all together

But with the love in our hearts

You will walk with us forever.

Card of Thanks

On behalf of all of Allen’s family we wish to express our heartfelt “Thank You” to Heather Caseley and staff of Coronation Funeral Home for all their knowledge, support and guidance throughout our difficult loss; to Corpus Christi Parish for serving lunch; Father Mahesh and Pastor Darrel Durksen for their words of comfort and officiating; and Pianist – Linda Schetzsle.

Sincere “Thanks” to those who travelled from Edmonton, Calgary and in between to be with us during this sad time as we honored our loved one.

We wish to say thank you for all of the kindness that you have shown over the past couple weeks; the phone calls, food, flowers, thoughts and prayers and especially for remembering Allen with laughter and stories of your time spent with him. We take comfort in your fond memories.

Muriel Alberta (Sisson, Hesp) Delahunt

(Oct. 20, 1924 – April 7, 2013)

Muriel Delahunt of Calgary passed away at Walden Heights on April 7, 2013 at the age of 88 years.

Muriel was born in Duchess, Alberta to Anna and Elmer Sisson on October 20, 1924.

Muriel is survived by her daughters; Dona Scheible (Roger Johnson), Linda McKenzie (Russell), Lorna Uhl (Ed), Sharon Cletheroe, stepchildren; Craig, Carly, Libby, Mike, Dunc, Noel and Jamie, her grandchildren; Raylene Flegel (Scott), Troy Scheible (Jenifer), Ryan Labrie (Jodi), Donald McKenzie (Heather), Erin McKenzie (Rob), Bernadine, Bernadette, Fabian and Rocky, as well as numerous great grandchildren.

Muriel was predeceased by her parents, her nine brothers and sisters and husbands; David Hesp and Del Delahunt.

A Celebration of Muriel’s Life was held at McInnis & Holloway’s Park Memorial Chapel (5008 Elbow Drive S.W. Calgary, AB) on Thursday, April 18, 2013 at 2:00 p.

m. Condolences may be forwarded through www.mcinnisandholloway.com. The family would like to extend their sincere thanks to the staff at Walden Heights for their love and care of Muriel.

In living memory of Muriel Delahunt, a tree will be planted at Fish Creek Provincial Park by McInnis & Holloway Funeral Homes Park Memorial Chapel.

Donald Alexander McCuaig

(Mar. 20, 1935 – Mar. 14, 2013)

Donald Alexander McCuaig, beloved husband of Ruby (Holmberg) McCuaig of Brooks passed away March 14, 2013 at the Brooks Health Center with his loving family by his side.

Don was born March 20, 1935 in Consort, Alberta, to John and Evelyn McCuaig; he was the seventh child of twelve. Don was employed in the oil patch from 1954 to 1990.

In 1974, Don and Ruby bought a quarter section north of Brooks. He enjoyed spending time working his land and was well known for his meticulous maintenance of equipment.

In 2001, Don decided if it was a good day for haying, it was a better day for golfing, and that was when the decision was made to sell the land.

Don liked spending days golfing, fishing and volunteering at the Brooks Museum, Duchess Golf course and the Brooks Pioneer Center.

Don was predeceased by his parents John and Evelyn McCuaig.

Don is survived by his loving wife Ruby, sons Greg (Leigh-Ann), their children Nathaniel (Alysha), Peter, and Alicia; Doug (Jacqueline), their children Kaytlynn and Kassandra (Andrew Marshall); daughter Gina, her children Kristen (Rylan Geiger), Tyler, and Paige, and Frank Pfefferle. Don has eleven surviving brothers and sisters, Martha (Heath Gordon), John (Dorothy), Kathleen (Alan Gordon), Janet MacKinnon, Neil (Irene), Gordon (Teresa), Allan (Muriel), Marjorie (Jack Brosinsky), William (Frances), Norah (George Greenfield), Roderick (Carol), and numerous nephews and nieces.

The funeral service celebrating the life of Donald Alexander McCuaig was held on May 3, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. at the Trinity Lutheran Church in Brooks, Alberta. Arch Deacon Ken Wells officiated. Organist/pianist was Doreen Burton and soloist was Kaytlynn. A poem which was written by Frank Pfefferle was read by Paige Pfefferle. A family tribute was given by Canon Allan McCuaig. Hymns were “When the Roll is Called Up Yonder” and “I’ll Fly Away”. Lunch was served in the Church Fellowship Hall courtesy of the Oil Wives Club of Brooks, assisted by the Prairie Pioneers Linedancers.

In memory of Don, if friends desire, memorial tributes may be made to either Brooks and District Health Foundation, Bag 300, Brooks, Alberta, T1R 1B3 or Tom Baker Cancer Centre, 1331 – 29th Street NW, Calgary, Alberta. T2N 4N2.

Robert Murray Magill

(Mar. 12, 1924 – May 2, 2013)

Robert Murray Magill was born March 12, 1924 in Veteran, Alberta to Hugh and Cassie Magill.

Robert had one brother, older brother Stanley, born five years earlier in 1919. Stanley passed away in 1976.

Robert married Dorothy Bailey on June 6, 1948. In June of this year they would have been married an amazing 65 years. They moved to the original homestead and his parents, Cassie and Hugh, retired to the old Art Hughes place where Hugh died suddenly on June 10, 1950.

Robert and Dorothy had 3 children; Faye, Murray and Donna.

Robert lived on the family farm for 87 years. He and Dorothy moved to the Hanna Lodge in February of 2011.

Robert loved music. He played the accordian and the piano and in his younger years he would play at community dances with Anne Losing on the piano, Bill Kary with his guitar and mouth organ, Albert Wroe on the fiddle and Robert on the accordion.

He shared his love of music with his children. Faye, Murray and Donna would sing with Robert accompanying on the piano. Many happy times were spent at the Hemaruka Hall singing at Christmas concerts, talent shows and community events.

I myself recall Gramps love of the piano, when Granny and Gramps would come visit us in Sherwood Park, I’d barely say hello, and the next thing you know we could hear Gramps down in the basement playing whatever great tune on my mom’s piano.

When Robert and Dorothy moved to Hanna, he enjoyed all of the musical entertainment at the Lodge. You would find him there most nights with his toes a tapping.

Gramps was inquisitive and liked the challenge of learning…I don’t think he ever stopped learning. He got himself a computer and his grandsons, Ian and Dwight Magill got him set up and provided ongoing technical support. He would spend hours researching. When a Dr. prescribed a new medication he would head to his computer, log on to the internet and look it up, and then discuss whether he really needed it or not!! I’d love to have been there to hear those conversations with the doctor.

One time the computer froze up… Gramps phoned up Ian, his on call technician. Ian was able to log on to Gramps computer remotely from Medicine Hat. Gramps says ”the damn mouse is moving and I’m not even touching it.”

Robert was an avid sports fan – He would get excited at the beginning of the Oilers, Eskimos and Blue Jays season and after half the season he would say “not worth wasting the power to watch them”. Even though he’d turn off the dismal Oilers or Eskimos….he never missed any curling games…men’s curling, women’s curling, olympic curling, world championship curling, skins game curling, Gramps would watch curling matches that no one even knew existed. If there was curling on satellite, he’d find it, and critique the shots. His TV only had two channels, BNN and TSN. Thank goodness Dorothy had her own TV.

Robert was very determined and optimistic. If he was told that it couldn’t be done he would set out to prove otherwise. He was an avid cattleman and cattle feeder and always open to new ideas and ventures. In the 1970’s, when European cattle were being introduced into Canada, Robert saw an opportunity, so he took an artificial insemination course and imported a full blood Simmental bull and cow. Robert and Murray artificially inseminated large groups of cattle and marketed the offspring all over Canada.

The feedlot at home was always full and there were always more at various feedlots. He always keenly watched cattle sales online. Not only at Dryland but other markets across Western Canada. When Murray would phone him in the morning Robert would already know if the markets were up or down. He was always optimistic that he would be able to make a profit. He always said ‘Never fall in love with your cattle, you will never go broke by taking even a small profit.’ Robert was buying and selling cattle up until April of this year.

The cattle business took Gramps all over the province leading to a few ‘mishaps’ behind the wheel.

Murray recalls one story when Dad took out his 18 foot goose neck trailer and a ¾ ton pick-up. One cold winter day he tried to turn that stock trailer around in the middle of the road…. He did get it turned around, however, the cab of the truck was missing. Robert drove the truck home and when he came into the yard he was crouched down in the truck because the roof of the truck was just about touching the steering wheel.

Another incident that Murray remembers is the day Dad went to the Consort UFA with the stock trailer to pick up supplies. When he came out of the UFA he said “someone stole my truck and trailer”. As he started looking around…. he saw that the truck and trailer….wasn’t stolen….it had rolled south down the hill embankment and got hung up on the ditch on Hiway 12.

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In July of last year we celebrated the 100th anniversary of the family farm. Robert said “don’t go to all that trouble and expense – it’s just not necessary” but after it was over he was so happy that he and Dorothy were able to spend the day with friends and family and especially his brother’s children, Joyce, Hugh and Dale.

Another memorable moment for Robert last summer was riding on the Magill Family Centennial Float in the Veteran 100 year homecoming parade.

Gramps has taught us many things – honesty, hard-work, respect for others, determination and not to take the easy way out.

The last few years Gramps faced many health challenges. His Doctors’ were amazed at his determination to regain his health and carry on with life.

Towards the end of his life, it was very difficult for our family to watch him struggle, but he still remained strong and optimistic. That is what we will remember.

Robert passed away on May 2, 2013 at the Hanna Health Care Centre, Hanna, AB at the age of 89 years.

Robert is survived by his loving wife, Dorothy and his three children. Faye (Terry) Strashok, Sherwood Park, AB; Murray (Marlene), Veteran, AB; Donna McIntyre, Westlock, AB.

Grandchildren: Darwin (Olivia) Strashok, Sherwood Park; Mark Strashok, Calgary; Ian (Jody Lamb) Magill, Medicine Hat; Dwight (Christy) Magill, Red Deer; Brandy (Chris) Paton, Edmonton; Ryan (Charmaine) McIntyre, Morinville.

Great-grandchildren: Emmett and Gemma Strashok; Hudson and Ryker Magill; Raena Paton; Henry McIntyre.

Robert was predeceased by his father, Hugh Magill in 1950; mother, Cassie Magill in 1967; brother Stanley Magill in 1976.

Close The Gate

For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,

Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed.

Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith transcended,

Put away your tools and sleep in peace.

The fences have all been mended.

You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the sun,

Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done.

A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way,

The sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day.

Your love of God’s soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine,

Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time.

Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now.

Your labor is done, your home now is Heaven;

no more must you wait,

Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will close the gate.

The funeral service to honour Robert’s life took place at Full Gospel Church, Veteran, Alberta on Wednesday, May 8th, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. Officiating was Pastor Darrel Durksen. Pianist was Judy Heistad and the organist was Carolyn Devereux; they played for the congregational hymns “The Old Rugged” and “How Great Thou Art”. Prelude and Recessional music was by The Hanna Entertainers, Mark & Reinhold Fecho. The eulogy was given by Mark Strashok as well the grandchildren shared their memories of their Gramps. A tribute was given by Terry Schetzsle. Active Pallbearers were Ian Magill, Dwight Magill, Ryan McIntyre, Brandy Paton, Darwin Strashok & Mark Strashok. Cremation followed the service. Family and friends gathered in the Community Hall immediately following the service for a luncheon prepared and served by the Full Gospel Church Ladies. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Donald’s memory to The Village of Veteran Cemetery Society, Box 589, Veteran, Alberta, T0C 2S0. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

Card of Thanks

The families of Robert Magill would like to send a very special thank you to the Hanna Hospital, Dr. Hanna, and all the staff and residents of the Hanna Lodge for their excellent care and kindness during Dad’s time spent there.

We would also like to express our heartfelt thanks to Heather Caseley and staff of the Coronation Funeral Home for their professionalism, knowledge, support and compassion throughout our difficult time. Thank you to Pastor Darrel Durkson for officiating and providing comforting words to all of our family and to Judy Heistad and Carolyn Devereux for playing the piano and the organ. Thanks to Terry Schetzsle for sharing your special memories of Robert during the service. A special thank you to Mark and Reinhold Fecho for the great music before and after the service.

We wish to thank our wonderful community for the visits, phone calls, cards, food, flowers and prayers. Your kindness and thoughtfulness will not be forgotten.

The Magill Family

Dale John Koch

(Oct. 2, 1957 – May 4, 2013)

Dale John Koch was born on October 2, 1957 in Provost, Alberta. He was the middle child of John and Irene Koch. He passed away at Peter Lougheed Hospital, Calgary, Alberta, on May 4, 2013 at 55 years of age.

Dale lived in the Compeer area for his entire life. He graduated from Altario High School in 1977 and continued on to be an avid farmer who loved to work the land and “play” with his cattle everyday. Dale loved to play hockey and baseball in his spare time and was a die-hard fan to both the Maple Leafs and the New York Yankees. There were numerous times when Dale would threaten that he was going to contact the General Manager of the Maple Leafs so that he could try to get his ideas across. Every Saturday night the Hockey Night in Canada theme song rang through the whole house as he and his family sat down to watch the game.

When Coaches Corner came on everyone knew that they better keep quiet so that Dale could hear what Don Cherry had to say and take a good look at the suit that Cherry was sporting that day.

A few of the highlights in Dale’s life were attending his children’s graduations, traveling to New York in 2008 to see the New York Yankees in their original stadium and the birth of this first grandchild, Lily, February 6, 2012.

Dale will be lovingly remembered and dearly missed by his wife, Karen Koch; daughter, Nicole (Marc) Kristian and granddaughter, Lily; son, Derek Koch; and daughter, Dalene Koch. Dale is also survived by his mother, Irene Koch; sisters, Gail Deacon and Roxie Koch; niece, Brittany Deacon; as well Dale leaves behind many friends and family who loved him dearly.

Dale was predeceased by his father, John Koch, December 15, 1975.

Gregory’s Funeral Home of Provost was entrusted with arrangements.

Evelyn Rae Ference

(May 23, 1935-May 6, 2013)

Evelyn Rae Ference passed away on Monday, May 6, 2013 while in the Provost Hospital, at the age of 77 years.

Evelyn Rae Harrison was born on May 23, 1935 at Consort, Alberta. She was the third child of Easom and Laurine Harrison, and was raised on a farm north of Monitor.

She attended Grade 1 at Whitton School, riding her little horse Niggie. Rae could hardly wait to get home so her dog Trixie could go for a ride with her. Later she went to Neutral Hills School and to high school in Consort.

While attending high school and going to dances she saw a young handsome man (Raymond) standing by the Juke Box, and she just had to have him. Soon she would come home wearing his watch. They were married July 8, 1954. Rae and Ray first lived on Raymond’s family farm south of Kirriemuir. This is where their first baby boy Douglas Raymond was born, on June 5, 1955. In the spring of 1956, they moved to the Harrison farm north of Monitor. On September 6, 1956, Marilyn Rae joined the union. In 1957, they moved to the farm at Pemukan, where there was power and roads. Rae ran the post office for several years before it closed. Rae resided here on the farm till her passing. On January 7, 1960, Gloria Laurine joined the family and on Thanksgiving, October 11, 1971 Darren Neil came along. Jason Allen then joined them on December 24, 1975.

In July, 2001 Rae along with Raymond and the boys bought a poultry farm at Gibbons. It was named by Rae, Raeysons Poultry.

Rae was always busy with her garden, baking, working in her flower beds and cooking for her family. She was always on call as a driver to run for parts or put in the cows, run meals to the field, babysitting grandchildren and just being there for whoever needed her. She loved to socialize with friends and family. In Rae’s later years she loved when her grandkids would drop in and play dress up or whatever it was on that day. She was always a good sport and would let them dress her in all kinds of things.

In 1981 Rae took an interest in ceramics. She loved doing this so much that she purchased her own kiln and supplies and set up classes, teaching in her basement. This was very fulfilling for her as she also got to socialize at the same time. Rae made fox planters for many wedding presents. She would always take classes herself to bring something new back to teach her class. Most of her family has a nativity set that she made.

Rae loved to write and was always writing poems and notes for her family. She wrote many stories for local history books. Rae loved to shop and could be seen in Walmart on her scooter shopping. On one of her last shopping trips she bought a sweater for her great grandson Trace and a uniform for her daughter.

Rae always took in kids that were having problems at home or just needed a place to stay. She would pick up hitchhikers, bring them home, wash their clothes, give them a meal and send them on their way, sometimes weeks later. Rae and Raymond started their lives together attending dances and loved to dance throughout their years together.

Rae was a very caring, soft hearted person always ready to give a helping hand. You could always find Rae and Raymond together and surrounded by family and friends.

Rae was 77 years, 11 months and 13 days. Until we meet again.

Rae leaves to mourn her husband Raymond of 58 years, 9 months and 28 days, son Doug (Nancy) Ference, daughters Marilyn (Brian) McDonald, Gloria (Jim) Ames, sons Darren (Carrie) Ference, Jason (Chrystal) Ference; grandchildren Candice (Brenan) Daley, Stacey (James) Arthur, Meaghan (Derek) Froese, Will Ames, Rebecca Ference, Derek Ames, Hillary Ames, Jared Ference, Ryleigh Ference, Ashleigh Ference, Raine Ference; great grandchildren, Charlize Ference, Ava Daley, Neely Ference, Justin Ference, Keane Daley, Acadia Daley and Trace Froese; sister Skippy (Lester) Ference; many nieces, nephews, other family and a host of many friends.

Predeceased by her father and mother, Easom and Laurine Harrison; brother Arthur Harrison; sister Vergie Cornfield and brother in law Gordon Cornfield; her stillborn child and granddaughter Gillian Ference.

Funeral services for Rae Ference were held on Monday, May 13, 2013 at 12:30 p.m. in the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta with Reverend Helen Reed officiating. Organist, Ben Klumpenhower played for the congregational hymns Jesus Loves Me and Amazing Grace. The eulogy was given by Rae’s sister Skippy Ference and a tribute written by Doug Ference and was read by Jim Ames. Will Ames read the scriptures. Ed Ference sang “What A Friend We Have In MOTHER.” Ben and Shirley Klumpenhower sang beautifully in tribute to Rae. Special recorded music “If You Get There Before I Do”, “Angels Among Us”, and “How Can I Help You Say Good-Bye” were played.

Pallbearers were grandchildren, Jason Ference, Candice Daley, Stacey Arthur, Will Ames, Derek Ames, Jared Ference and Raine Ference. Honorary Pallbearers were Jim Ference, Eddie Ference, Martin McLean, Daryl McLean, Lorrinda Vert, Doug Munn, Sheila Gramlich, Dorothy Mohr and grandchildren and great grandchildren, Meaghan Froese, Rebecca Ference, Hillary Ames, Ryleigh Ference, Ashleigh Ference, Charlize Ference, Ava Daley, Neely Ference, Justin Ference, Keane Daley, Acadia Daley and Trace Froese.

The interment took place in Lakeroad Cemetery where the family released balloons as a final tribute to their Wife, Mom, Grandma, Great Grandma, sister, and friend. A luncheon and fellowship followed in the lower hall of Knox United Church prepared by the Knox United Church Women.

As an expression of sympathy memorial contributions may be made to the Provost Hospital. Condolences may be sent to the family by visiting the funeral home website at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com

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

Who is this charming lady on the farm?

She is just a little woman – broadening slightly on the beam.

Not too young, but not old either, always traveling with full steam.

She can raise a flock of chickens, plus an orphaned pig or two.

While she plants a great big garden, hoes it, weeds it, cans it too.

She can put paint on the ceiling, or a rug upon the floor.

She can plan a birthday party, she can fix a squeaky drawer.

She can nurse Pa when he is ailing – no mean feat by any rule!

She can love him more than ever when he is stubborn as a mule.

Sends the kids out full of courage, though she dreads their certain pain,

When they stumble home defeated, packs them off to try again.

She will watch her growing daughters, with a heart full of dismay;

Sees them blossom into beauty, while her own looks fade away.

Sees her sons grow tall and sturdy, tries to keep them straight and true,

Prays to God each night for wisdom; just to see the next day through.

Who’s this paragon of virtue?

Who’s this lady with such charm?

Don’t you know her?

She’s your mother – if you’re raised down on the farm

Submitted by Jean Coleman

Tribute to Rae Ference

by Skippy Ference

Evelyn Rae Harrison was born May 23, 1935 in Consort Hospital, 6 lb. 6 oz. She was the third and last child of Easom and Laurine Harrison. Brother Arthur was twelve and Vergie was ten. Vergie was ecstatic about having a real live doll to play with and dress up. Art taught Rae to ski on those wonderful Neutral Hills.

Rae attended Grade one at Whitton School and Nancy Tainsh was her grade one teacher. At this time Arthur and Vergie decided to live with Grandma Reine in Vancouver to further their education. Easom and Laurine fostered a child, 13 year old Marion Keats to keep Rae company and to ride to school with her. Marion stayed with the family eight years till she was twenty one and married Gus Mohr the eligible bachelor across the way. Marion was on her way out, I was on my way in and arrived August 17th, 1948 and needed a home. Rae needed a side kick. We clicked!

Rae taught me how to ride Niggie, her Shetland pony, how to tie him to the rail, how to open and shut gates properly, how to chase cows, how to gather eggs and later how to dance. Rae also taught me about the birds and the bees while shearing the white angora rabbits with pink eyes in their shed out back. In the winter by lamp light, we would lay in bed and Rae would read me serial stories out of the Free Press Weekly such as Thunderhead and My Friend Flicka.

One summer Rae decided we were going to make some money selling the bleached cattle bones lying around the pasture to Gus Mohr. I’m not sure what he was going to do with them but sadly nothing ever materialized. As a child Rae loved climbing trees and checking out bird eggs in the spring. She owned a little terrier, Trixie, who would ride with her on her Shetland pony Niggie. She found a family of squabs, baby pigeons, in the rafters of the car garage that captured her attention year after year. Later Rae and I rode Bing the huge Kentucky whip and Niggie to Neutral Hills School two and one half miles north. Then came high school in Consort. Rae stayed at “the Dorm”, a residence for rural high school students and came home on weekends. The whole world opened up for her. She came home with exciting tales of every girl she met at the dorm. She acquired a best friend, Grace Beadoin; that friendship continued on through life.

She went to dances, met a guy called Raymond and soon she was wearing his watch. After graduating grade twelve Rae stayed home one year to help Mom get ready for her wedding. Yes, it was to that guy called Raymond, the “watch guy”. Mom made her wedding dress and planned a menu. On July 8, 1954 Raymond and Rae tied the knot in the United Church in Consort. Miss Brown officiated. Rae looked beautiful in her dress of chantilly lace over satin. Mom threw open the house, took out the furniture, set up tables, boiled coffee in her copper boiler on the wood and coal kitchen stove. Fay Markin Ference served. What a beautiful and amazing day it was. The weather co-operated. Rae and Raymond were seated comfortably on the swing in the vine covered open air porch and welcomed each and every guest. After an extended honeymoon to various places in Alberta the happy couple made their home in Kirriemuir, then later in Pemukan.

Douglas Raymond made his appearance on June 5, 1955, they were a happy young family. Marilyn Rae arrived September 6, 1956. Gloria Laurine came along January 7, 1960. Darren Neil born October 11, 1971, finally a brother for Doug. Jason Allen blessed the household December 24, 1975. Rae was a marvelous Mom, a marvelous grandmom and a marvelous great grandmom. Nothing was more important than family, nothing was more important than anecdotes and photos of each precious child. So far Raymond and Rae are responsible for twenty-one souls including Meaghan and Derek’s new baby boy Trace. Rae made sure she stayed in contact with her family in Vancouver as well as Raymond’s family here. Many Sundays were spent visiting Raymond’s brothers, especially the closer ones Tony, Alex and Lester. I married Lester. Rae’s and our children enjoyed birthdays, Christmas and any other time there was an excuse to get together. Our kids went to Ray and Rae’s for their “holidays” when a new brother or sister was imminent.

Rae loved writing. Her poems were always a hit at showers and anniversary parties. Rae loved to talk. She had a gift of the gab, she could talk to anyone about anything. She loved to visit. She could sit across the table and visit for hours. She was never too busy. She could be in the middle of canning or house cleaning or anything else if someone came along, everything stopped for a visit.

I think it was 3 ½ years ago now that Gloria and Doug got the idea that mom needed to visit Auntie Vergie. They loaded up Rae’s lazy boy recliner in the van. This recliner was what Rae needed to get good nights sleep. A bed was just not comfortable for her and off they went to Vancouver. Both Rae and Vergie had dementia at the time, and they had a whale of a time. They enjoyed the company of each other to the fullest. This was the last time they saw each other. Now I have a story to read to you. It was February 1949 Mom needed surgery for a four pound cancerous uterine tumor. Dad drove her in to Consort Hospital. Dr. Day was to see to the surgery. A terrible storm ensued. The temperature fell to 30 degrees below zero.

We knew Dad would not be able to get home. Rae was 13; Edwin our hired man, a developmentally delayed fellow was eighteen. I was nine. Rae took charge “We have to feed the cows”, she said. We have to make sure to shut the gates. We have to make sure the calves don’t get mixed up with the cows. They’re just weaned. A couple of calves did get out. We ran our legs off trying to remedy the situation and finally we succeeded. It was cold. The coal furnace needed to be kept going and banked for the night. The three of us trotted down to the basement and gingerly opened the furnace door. It was still going but it was low. We better put coal in, she said. What do we put in, a lot of little lumps or one big one.” We opted for a lot of little ones first. We’ll put the big one in later” she said. That seemed to work! Its dark, we can’t see. “We’ll light the gas lamp”, she said. “I’ve watched mom do it many times and I can do it. I can.” After a few aborted attempts it caught. After a few times pumping air into it, it stayed lit. We all breathed a sigh of relief. Rae and Edwin were hungry. “And what did you make for supper they asked me?” Well, I had made my favorite – macaroni and tomatoes. I didn’t use enough water to cook the macaroni. It was the consistency of glue. The tinned tomatoes helped somewhat and we ate every scrap. It was even good.

One morning dawned sunny and calm. Rae announced she was going to ride to Barbers to phone to see how Mom was. She rode Bing four miles across the pasture, phoned, talked to Dad and found out Mom was convalescing well. Mrs. Barber made her a nice lunch and they had a nice visit. The wind started up again and Johnny Barber rode with Rae over half the way to home to make sure she got home safe. One of her pant legs came up though, exposing bare skin. Rae got a nasty frost bite on her leg that took most of the winter to heal.

Dad was able to be home three times during that month. At the end of February Dad brought mom home. She was weak but okay after a whole month in the hospital. We were so happy to have Mom and Dad home again safe and sound. I would like to finish by saying today is not goodbye….today is see you later time.

So – see you later Rae!!!!

Wife, Mom, Grandma, Great Grandma –

by Doug Ference

Mom was a very special person, always caring, trying to look after the unfortunate, and befriending the people or kids that needed somebody to care. She was always giving time to people that were alone, bedridden, or who needed somebody to talk to. She gave teenagers a place to stay, while they worked out their differences with their parents or whatever they had a problem with. Many times we had extra kids stay at our place trying to set their life in order, from when I was very young to even when I was older. She was always sitting by somebody’s side, those who had nobody while in hospital either trying to get healthy, or finishing their time on earth. She would do this out of kindness and compassion, never realizing that someday she would have her own family sit with her. She sat beside me (Doug) for months while I was in the burn unit at the U of A Hospital, only ever leaving to see her 1st born granddaughter, Candice McDonald (Daley). I’m thankful that my Auntie Skippy stayed with me so Mom could go. I was released as soon as possible as my mom was there so much she could care for me as much as the nurses.

Mom was very soft hearted, caring, gentle with a delicate spirit, as she would feel hurt very easily and this is something I will always remember about my mom. As I sat beside her many days, I would think of the trust my mom gave to me (good or bad) it is something that has passed on. Mom had spent the past 4 months in Provost Hospital. All of us were there as much as possible; Gloria when she could get there from Edmonton, Darren, Jason and myself when we could, but Dad would go daily; rain, snowstorm or sunny day. Marilyn is a nurse up in Provost and that made us all very lucky because she inherited mom’s caring nature and would spend so much time with mom. She would update us all on mom’s condition in the mornings and tell how the night had gone. Mom’s Alzheimers would have strange effects; she would be up and down. She could carry on a very good conversation, mostly about old times and the next hour would completely forget who had just visited. She would get very frustrated and not able to understand why she was there. About 3 weeks ago we had a handibus transport mom and she got a pass from the hospital. We loaded her up on the bus and started for a visit at home. Marilyn came along to be her personal nurse for a few days. By 10 minutes out of town she was fast asleep as we bumped along the back road from Provost. She had a few very good days at home, as all she wanted was to come home with Dad. Mom was so excited to go home and we were so excited to be able to arrange it. Her house cleaner and friend Sheila Gramlich met us there with a welcome home cake. This was so good for mom and as many of us that could, were there, it isn’t feasible for all with jobs, distance, etc. The picture of her with her cat was taken then, who knew what the next weeks would bring. It did all of us as much good as it did for her, to see her happy at home. But she only had a short pass and had to go back. We had to trick her to go back to the hospital by telling her she had to see the doctor; her hand was hurting a little so this played right into our cards. Just before we left, Uncle Tony and Auntie Jenny stopped in for a visit and this was very good for mom. We then got back on the bus and again within 10 minutes mom was fast asleep, Dad was riding the bus also, he rarely likes the way anybody but himself drives, but he too fell asleep on the way back to Provost.

These were the best of the last and I was so glad to be part of it. In hospital she would have bad days and good hours and if you weren’t there at the right time you would miss out. But we would still be able to sit with her, hold her hand, ramble on about all our activities, read to her or even sing little songs with her. Even when she was having a bad day she never wanted Dad to leave.

Unfortunately two of her granddaughters can’t be here today. Rebecca is on an adventure in Thailand and Meaghan has just blessed us with a beautiful baby boy. Trace was to be born on Grandma’s birthday but decided to come early and that has brought his own health issues. So Meaghan and Derek just brought him home from the hospital a few days ago. Grandma took care of my girls for several months at a time while Nancy was in the hospital. The girls became very close to Grandma during these times. I know how sad they feel to not be here today, to honor Grandma. Because of her unselfish love she holds a very special place in the hearts of all the grandchildren and great grandchildren. Grandma did a lot of babysitting for all of us and this past year especially, many of the grandchildren did some Grandma watching for Papa.

Mom showed us that we could all leave this world a better place if we try to be a little more caring, a little less selfish and a little more patient with others. Mom will always be remembered for her compassion, loyalty and above all her love for her family. We will miss her so much. She will suffer no longer and will be with her mom, dad, brother and sister and the Lord Jesus.

Card of Thanks

We wish to extend our heartfelt thanks to our family and friends for the love and support through this difficult time of Rae’s passing. Thank you to all the acute care nursing staff, Dr. Erasmus, Dr. Malan, and Dr. Deflaningh for the excellent care and compassion given to Rae over the long period she was hospitalized. Thank you for the excellent patience and perseverance at our time of need. Thank you! Thank you!

Thanks to everyone who brought food to the house and the phone calls. Thanks to Reverend Helen Reed for the lovely service and to everyone who attended Rae’s celebration of life. To those who participated in the service; Shirley and Ben Klumpenhower and Eddie Ference for your beautiful gifts of music, Jim Ames and Skippy Ference for presenting the loving tributes and Will Ames for your devotional readings and thoughts. Thank you also for the excellent lunch provided by the United Church Women, your kindness and hugs were appreciated.

We would also like to express our heartfelt thanks to Dean Ross and staff of Parkview Funeral Chapels for their professionalism, support and compassion throughout our difficult time.

Raymond Ference

Doug & Nancy Ference & Family

Marilyn & Brian

McDonald & Family

Gloria & Jim Ames & Family

Darren & Carrie Ference & Family

Jason & Chrystal

Ference & Family

Earl Arthur Kropinske

Oct. 28, 1929-May 6, 2013

Eulogy

By Sharon & Maynard Wiens

Earl Arthur Kropinske, third child of George and Ethel Kropinske, was born at the family farm, 3 ½ miles south of Consort, Alberta on October 28th, 1929.

While growing up during the “dirty thirties and war years” he participated in all aspects of farm life from gathering sticks and cow chips for heat, breaking the cows to ride and then milking them, stooking, threshing, plowing, and driver the tractor. He took all of his schooling in Consort. School was a time for mischievous pranks, playing games with neighbors, driving the horse drawn school van and studying, when time permitted. He graduated from high school in the spring of 1949 and entered the faculty of education at the University of Alberta that fall. He began his teaching career at Bodo, Alberta the fall of 1950.

On June 29th, 1952, Earl married Ella Forbes, the young lady with beautiful brown eyes and a big smile who had captivated him his first year of grade 12. He lost his algebra book the beginning of the year. He was then granted permission to sit in the desk beside Ella so he could share her textbook. Guess what mysteriously appeared at the completion of the year? Yes, the missing algebra textbook!

The morning after their wedding they were off to Edmonton for summer school at the U of A. He returned to Bodo to teach junior high in September but only taught three days due to illness. In the months prior, he had been involved in a serious accident with a power take off, had his appendix rupture, and lived on pain killers during the entire summer session because of an infected wisdom tooth. His teaching at Bodo ended abruptly.

A new chapter in his career began when a position opened at Monitor the end of November and they moved into the teacherage on Main Street. This friendly, cozy town became home. During this time he was blessed with three children. William George was delivered by Dr. Day on May 19, 1953; Sharon Denise arrived February 1, 1958; and Robert Earl completed the clan on June 8, 1959.

He loved his chosen profession and taught in Monitor until the school closed in 1966. He then taught in Consort for 2 years before being transferred to Altario where he taught for a number of years. He accepted another transfer back to Consort in the late 70’s and took early retirement at the age of 54, in 1985. On numerous occasions, with a booming voice, he held his students captive as he strayed from the curriculum to telling stories. Some of his most rewarding memories were teaching the exceptional learners in his grade 3/4 class at Consort School. He was always an advocate for the “under-dog”! Being a life-long educator, learning wasn’t confined to the classroom. During the 50’s and 60’s he curled as long as the ice would last and coached school-aged children to curl.

He was a big man with many interests. Each year a huge garden was planted, weeded and harvested. Flowers, especially petunias, his favorite, lined the walkway. He looked forward to attending the local town fairs, proudly displaying his grandchildrens’ school work and garden produce and “sampling” the suppers.

He was “wild about hunting”. Whether it was goose hunting with Bob and Ida Schwab, moose and bear hunting with his hunting buddies at Nordegg, deer hunting enroute to school at Altario with his children, caribou hunting up the Dempster Highway with his son-in-law, Maynard, antelope hunting with grandson, Brad, elk hunting in the Cypress Hills with Bill and Bob, or deer hunting in the pasture with Guy; he loved to hunt. It was in his blood!

When he worked, he worked hard. When he played, he played hard. Monday through Friday saw him teaching. Saturdays were for getting the truck stuck. Sundays were for going to church, having a nap after a “sumptuous meal” and visiting.

He loved to vacation and have picnics with his family. Summer meant Klondike Days and visiting Uncle Roy and Aunt Tresses in Edmonton. ATA seminars meant heading to Banff and climbing the hoodoos, or outdoor movies, or encounters with bears. A two week holiday in Mexico in December 1969 with missionary friends, the Gilletts, gave the family a glimpse into Mexican life they will never forget. Trips were taken across Canada, to the Yukon, Alaska, North West Territories, England, France, and Scotland. Forbes and Kropinske relatives in the United States were visited. Bible camps at Moose Lake and Veteran were also enjoyed.

He liked animals. Even though he lived in town, he raised chickens, goats, pigs, ducks and quail. In later years he “helped” Bob with his farming operation and encouraged Guy with his Highland Cattle.

His retirement years offered him the time to substitute teach, teach hunter safety, be a spare bus driver and commissionaire for the RCMP, help with elections, accompany grandchildren on field trips, and write short stories. He also worked on his stamp and coin collections, lapidary projects and guided Darcy and Guy in the art of taxidermy. His desire to preserve history for future generations prompted him to assist in the compilation of books to record the history of the schools in the Neutral Hills and the community of Monitor. He was active in the restoration of the Old Consort Hospital as a museum.

He took every opportunity to celebrate special occasions with the family – birthdays, graduations, weddings, anniversaries, Christmas, Easter and New Years. He was always ready for tea and a lengthy philosophical chat.

He was ushered into the presence of his dear Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on Monday, May 6th, 2013 at 5 p.m. We will miss his advice and opinions, his questions about everyone’s latest accomplishments, and his love and prayers. We will miss his crooked smile, twinkly blue eyes, and endless stories, but could never deprive him of the joys he is experiencing in heaven.

Earl is survived by his wife of sixty years, Ella; his son, Bill (Bev) Kropinske and their children, Barb (Trevor) Bitzer, Andria, Miranda and Braden, Brad (Cheryl) Kropinske, Davin and Makenna; his daughter, Sharon (Maynard) Wiens and their children, Chandra (Michael) Racine, Aliya and Melodie, Shawn (Danielle) Wiens, Kylie, Domanik and Ryder, Darcy and Dustin; his son Bob (Holly) Kropinske and their children, Ty, Guy, Shania and Mark; brothers – Merritt and Wes (Clara) Kropinske; sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles and cousins in Canada and the United States.

He was predeceased by his parents, George and Ethel Kropinske; his sister and brother-in-law Leava and Bill Stanton; brother, Alfred Kropinske; sister-in-law, Catherine Kropinske; brothers-in-law Warren Schacher and Raymond Forbes.

“Till We Meet Again”

Family Tributes

By Robert Kropinske

I would like to thank everybody for coming out, dad would be pleased.

I promised dad that I would say a few words, so here we go. Who was Earl Kropinske?

• Husband

• Dad

• Grandpa

• Great Grandpa

• Friend

• Teacher

• Educator

• Philosopher

• Scientist

• Meteorologist

• Story Teller

• Mentor

• Avid Hunter

• Conservationist

• Taxidermist

• Rancher

• Overall Jack of all Trades

Memories – one weekend I had got set up different than my traveling partners and had to travel to Manyberries rodeo by myself. Upon hearing this, dad ask what time I was going to pick him up, he was going. I arrived at his door step at 6:00, lunch kit in hand, we were off. After I finished competing and was ready to go, dad was nowhere in sight. I waited 2 hours for him to show up; when he finally did I said, “Where were you.” He just replied, “I found some new friends and have made arrangements to hunt on their land this fall. By the way, how did you do.”

We were hauling hay from the land up at the Battle River. There is a very steep hill that you had to climb to get out. Dad was driving the truck and deck loaded with bales and I was following with the tractor. Just as we got to the top of the hill the truck started on fire. Dad jumped out of the truck and headed up the road to safety and I proceeded to get the bales off the trailer. When I was just about done I looked over to where I had last seen Dad; he was not there. He was headed back to the truck where the engine compartment was fully engulfed in flames, he opened the door and pulled out his lunch kit, walked over to the side hill and sat down. I called the fire department and went over to Dad and ask him what he was doing going back to the truck; something he told us to never do. He replied, “I knew it would be quite a while for the fire trucks to get here, no use letting the lunch go to waste.”

We were on our way to school during hunting season which meant you left home 2 hours earlier than normal and always home after dark. When we saw some deer beside the road, Dad said pay attention. On our way home, the deer were still there but 1 less than the morning; dad concluded there must be a buck there. We just pulled in to the field and the buck jumped up, the window rolled down and as dad was an excellent marksman the deer went down. We looked at each other and in his own words I said, “You shot it, you clean it.” What a sight it must have been to the people going down the highway to see a 300 lb man in his long handle white underwear cleaning a deer as he did not want to get his suit dirty.

Hunting was a way of life.Dad told stories of his first hunt with grandpa when he was 12 years old and continued to hunt and still was able to this fall, when he harvests a deer out the window of the truck with the gun. The gun was my grandfathers and has been used by 4 generations of Kropinske’s to hunt with.

Dad’s motto was “everyday try to learn something new”.

Dad had a special bond with all who knew him. With me we had a way, we never would say goodbye at the end of the day or end of a conversation, and it was always see ya later.

To my best friend. Later

By Shawn Wiens

Hi there, for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Shawn Wiens. I am just one of many grandchildren here this afternoon.

I sat down just last night actually, looking through some old pictures of Grandpa. Some of these included sitting on his table watching him do taxidermy, deer hunting, fishing in the dug-out, and many others.

What I noticed though is that I took a lot of pictures at different things looking out their vehicle windows while going for a drive with grandma and grandpa.

As a lot of you know I spent quite a bit of time growing up with my grandparents. I don’t even know how many summers I spent in Monitor or how many miles I rode in the old motorhome, but it was definitely time well spent.

For example, I grew up in a village called Carmacks in the Yukon until I was around twelve years old. I remember always counting down the days until school was done for the year, because that meant that I got to spend a good portion of my summer here with grandma and grandpa.

For those of you who don’t know how far that is, according to Google maps, it is 2,494 km. They willingly and repeatedly drove up and took me off my parents’ hands for the summer.

I could list off the names of places that I have travelled and camped with them everywhere from Tuktoyaktuk, Fairbanks Alaska, and countless places from the Yukon back down here to Alberta, but we just don’t have time for that.

A few years have passed now since I spent all of those hours helping weed the garden, paint the white picket fence and getting the baking ready for the fairs, but looking back it feels like yesterday.

I’ve changed hobbies since then, they now include kickboxing, brazilian jiu-jitsu, krav-maga and karate, but none of this training has ever made me want to tear up and cry like I did the day when my Grandfather went to sit with the angels in Heaven.

I was truly blessed to know my Grandpa like I did, and the time that I was given was truly a gift from God.

I only hope that as my family grows up, I can give my wife and my own three children the same type of attention, time and love that he gave to everyone in his life.

So if I had to recap my memories of Grandpa in ONE word, it would be LOVE.

I love you, Grandpa.

By Darcy Wiens

As I was planning what I would say during the short walk from where I was sitting to where I am standing now, I was thinking about how to best describe my grandfather. What should I say? What would I say about him, from one high-school science teacher to another? I now realize that I just said it; teacher. Earl…grandpa…was many things, but he was, above all, a teacher. No matter where we were, or what we were doing, he always had a story to tell. No matter where we were, he always had something to teach me. Grandpa made a point of teaching me the truly important things, such as the best way to drown out and skin gophers, and how to most effectively pull old rusty nails for six hours almost every morning. And you know what, none of these things are found in the curriculum. Trust me, I know, I looked, if there is one thing I learned in our time together, it is that no matter where you are, and no matter what you are doing, there is always a story to be told, and always…always … a lesson to be learned.

I can only hope that 1 can become half the teacher he was. I already have the “straying from the curriculum” part down.

By Guy Kropinske

A limb has fallen from the family tree.

I keep hearing a voice that says, “Grieve not

for me.

Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.

The good life I lived

while I was strong.

Continue my heritage,

I’m counting on you.

Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.

My mind is at ease,

my soul is at rest.

Remembering all,

how I truly was blessed.

Continue traditions,

no matter how small.

Go on with your life,

don’t worry about falls

I miss you all dearly,

so keep up your chin.

Until the day comes

we’re together again.

– Author Unknown

My Memories of

Earl Kropinske

By Don Metz

When I came to town, I noticed that Earl’s first concern was that the pastor got enough to eat. If no one else had invited me out for dinner after church the Kropinske’s always made sure I was invited.

I think Earl must have heard that story of the circuit riding preacher, who after the service found no money in the offering box. The head deacon said to him, “You will get your reward in heaven brother!” The minister replied, “Would you please feed my horse then, I’m not sure he is going to heaven.”

In Earl’s pursuit of education, he often ran into conflict with his brothers over matters that were basically scientific. One occasion I remember was a Thanksgiving supper I was invited to. Brad, Earl’s grandson, was about 15 years old at the time. When we were all seated around the table, Alfred spoke up and said, rad I have a question for you. My truck tire when it has forty pounds of pressure in it, does it weigh more than when it has no air in it?” Brad thought for a moment, and very correctly said, “It will weigh more.” Alfred said, “You are wrong, air don’t weigh nothin’.” I think Earl laughed harder than anyone else.

Earl was a lover of science, biology, the study of cell life and so forth. Chemistry was another of his specialties. On one occasion propane had leaked into sewer lines in north Edmonton, and because of the danger of an explosion, twenty thousand people had to be evacuated. I said to Earl that I could not understand why propane would be any more dangerous than natural gas! Earl drew out for me the hydrocarbon chain, that explains that propane is heavier than air, where as natural gas is lighter than air, and therefore would automatically leave the sewer lines. He did the same thing again for me, when there was an explosion with butane gas in Florida.

There was a youthful side to Earl. I remember very clearly when Earl and Bob got their first four-wheel drive truck. Earl basically thought it could go through anything. He took me out to his field to show me. It was spring and the frost was just coming out. He drove onto an approach that was filled with fresh dirt; and boy did we get stuck, with all four wheels to the axel.

Earl took a great interest in history, especially Greek and Roman, and he also had a great interest in people and what made them tick. He would often quote freely from Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle. We were both amazed at how much of what they believed back then, was so much like what people believe today.

Earl believed in loyalty to the Church. He believed in eternal life, that the grave is not the end. He is now reaping the rewards of his faith!

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The funeral service to honour Earl Kropinske took place at the Sportex Hall, Consort, Alberta on Monday, May 13th, 2013 at 3:00 p.m. Officiating was Pastor Darrel Durksen. Pianist was Joyce Kirkpatrick; she played for the congregational hymn “How Great Thou Art”. Two special music selections were shared by Joyce & Ben Kirkpatrick. The eulogy was given by Sharon & Maynard Wiens. A family tribute was given by Earl’s son, Bob Kropinske, and some of Earl’s grandchildren. Long-time friend, Don Metz shared some of his fond memories of Earl. A video tribute was played during the lunch. Active Pallbearers were Earl’s grandchildren, Barb Bitzer, Brad Kropinske, Chandra (Michael) Racine, Shawn Wiens, Darcy Wiens, Ty Kropinske, Guy Kropinske, Dustin Wiens, Shania Kropinske and Mark Kropinske. The interment followed the service at the Lake Road Cemetery, Consort, Alberta. Family and friends gathered in the Sportex Hall for a luncheon prepared and served by the Consort Funeral Lunch Committee. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Earl’s memory to Make-A-Wish Foundation, 16007-118 Avenue, Edmonton, Alberta T5V 1C7, Old Consort Hospital Restoration Society, Box 339, Consort, Alberta, T0C 1B0 or to STARS, 1441, Aviation Park, NE, Box 570, Calgary, Alberta, T2E 8M7. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

Thank You

It is with deep appreciation and gratitude that we, the family of Earl Kropinske, send these words of thanks. The assistance by the ambulance attendants was given with grace. Dr. Thompson’s expertise and compassion will not be forgotten. The Coronation nursing staff showed kindness beyond degree. Heather Caseley and staff of the Coronation Funeral Home, with their knowledge and professionalism, certainly eased the difficulty of this time. Thoughtful acts such as home visits, food, cards, phone calls from Canada, the United States, and Scotland, as well as prayer was so encouraging. Thanks to Pastor Darrel Durksen for his comforting and challenging message and to Ben and Joyce Kirkpatrick, of Saskatoon, who shared their musical talents and memories. Tributes by Don Metz and family members were very special. The beautiful floral arrangements, the delicious luncheon, and the presence of each one of you brought consolation to us.

Each person’s contribution was a blessed tribute to our dear husband, dad, grandpa, and great-grandpa who will be in our hearts forever.

Ella

Bill, Bev and family

Sharon, Maynard and family

Herman Reichart

(April 2, 1930-May 21, 2013)

Mr. Herman Reichart, beloved husband of Mrs. Elisabeth Reichart of Medicine Hat, passed away on Tuesday, May 21st, 2013 at the age of 83 years.

Herman also leaves to cherish his memory one son, Charles (Susan) Reichart of Medicine Hat; three grandchildren, Adam, Ashley and Alexander; one sister, Irene (Günter) Schultz; two nieces, Gabi and Geisela.

Herman was predeceased by his parents; one son, Michael; and one daughter, Norma.

Herman was born on April 2nd, 1930 at Ulm, Germany. He immigrated to Canada in 1953, sponsored by the Cross Bar Ranch.

Herman married Elisabeth Fetzer on June 24th, 1954 in Consort, Alberta. He moved back to Germany in 1966, but decided his home was in Canada and returned to work for the Cross Bar Ranch. Herman was very active with the local golf course in Consort. He will be forever missed by all those who knew and loved him.

The Funeral Service was held in Saamis Memorial Funeral Chapel, Medicine Hat, on Thursday, May 23rd, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. with Gary W. Goran officiating. Interment will take place at a later date at the Consort Cemetery.

Memorial gifts in Herman’s memory may be made to the Parkinson Alberta Society, #101, 928 Allowance Avenue SE, Medicine Hat, Alberta, T1A 3G7. Condolences may be sent through www.saamis.com or www.gonebutnotforgotten.ca or to condolences@saamis.com subject heading Herman Reichart.

Bob, Holly and family

Dale John Koch

(Oct. 2, 1957 – May 4, 2013)

Dale John Koch a.k.a Sonny, a.k.a Switzel, a.k.a. Gampa, a.k.a Kochie was born on October 2, 1957. Dale was the middle child born to John and Irene Koch. Dale had two sisters, Gail and Roxie.

At a young age, dad was very interested in hockey and baseball and became a die-hard Toronto Maple Leafs fan and a New York Yankees fan, heavily influenced by his dad. Ask him any question about either team and he could answer it without hesitation.

Dad was also an avid farmer who loved what he did. He grew into being a farmer at a very young age. Grandpa had dad helping him out in the fields by the time he was six…..with the assistance of two wooden blocks placed on the pedals of the tractor. This was his passion and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He also had to grow up very quickly into a man when his own father passed away at the age of 55 when dad was only 18 years old. He became the man of the house and the man of the farm, and without hesitation picked up working on the farm where his dad had left off.

Dad also had many fond memories of the meat shop his dad had at the farm. He told many stories of the hours and quality time spent with Grandpa thru the years when it came to working in both the meat shop and on the farm or the times that they were actually able to relax and watch sports together.

Farming became dad’s way of life as he entered adulthood, as it did for my mother Karen, when they married July 7, 1979. He met the woman of his dreams two years previous through a mutual friend, and dad knew that she would make his dreams come true. Dad enjoyed working the land and “playing” with his cows everyday, but then coming home to his loving wife when the working day was done, and then to his three children in the following years. Dad said that his family was complete once Dalene arrived and he was so proud to be a father. He was also very proud of his cows and treated them VERY VERY WELL—it drove Dalene nearly crazy. Every Christmas dad would go out early in the morning to roll out new bedding for the cows and give them there extra special Christmas feed, and we had to wait patiently (or not patiently in Dalene’s case) before stockings and gifts could be opened.

We also became entwined in the farming scene at an early age. The best days were those that found us packing a lunch and our big pillow to go and sit with dad on the tractor. We had big smiles thinking we were going to be helping dad……There may be an exception however…..when it was time for picking rocks and putting up electric fence when we were older, we might say that the smiles weren’t as big. We quickly learned how much of a perfectionist my dad was….no rock would be left laying, and there would be absolutely no deviation from a perfectly straight line in the fence. We complained about it at the time of course, but it is even experiences such as these that helped to shape the driven, motivated, strong “Koch” children that stand before you today.

Dad attended Altario school for all of his school years. We may safely say that our dad was not the most studious of students, but he loved his friends and schoolmates and he held a special place in his heart for Mrs. Ottilia Baier. Even as elementary school students, my dad would boast about Mrs. Baier and that he hoped that all three of us would have the privilege of being taught our high school classes by her. Dad’s dry sense of humor was evident when he bought Mrs. Baier a chalk egg, challenging her to break this piece of chalk as she was able to break all the other pieces she used to convey her wisdom to her students. The look on dad’s face was priceless the day I came home from school and told dad that Mrs. Baier still had the same chalk egg in her desk that he had given her. His eyes lit up and he was so happy and proud to think that Mrs. Baier had kept the egg. We also have to share that Dale Koch had signature looooong hair as a teen……longer than mine….which he finally decided to part ways with the first night that he met Mr. and Mrs Fletcher and took Karen out on a date…..dad was nearly unrecognizable with a clean shave and short hair—even to Karen herself. LOL

Following many years full of memories with his children, from living in hockey arenas to gymnasiums, watching his children grow into young adults and graduate from university, and having the absolute pure pleasure and joy of seeing his first grandchild, Dad was diagnosed with Marginal Zone Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma on February 15, 2012. This was confirmed after numerous tests were done and with dad always keeping his hopes up and his mind on the future. Once again, Dad was the strong man, protective soul that we had known our entire lives, and always tried to remind us kids and mom that everything was going to be fine. He had mom text us all one night saying, “Right now God and I are just playing a game. The ball is in his court right now but don’t worry I will get it back. And besides I will save money on haircuts.”

Our dad had his spleen removed on May 16, 2012 in Red Deer Hospital and since that time has had numerous other tests done and spent several months in both Foothills Hospital and Peter Lougheed Hospital in Calgary. He was a fighter, he was brave and courageous, he was motivated and never gave up. As many people told us and what we all believed about our dad was that he was no ordinary man. And this is absolutely true—but as much as we loved him and wanted him to stay with us, God felt like he needed him more than we did here on earth. Our dad passed away on May 4, 2013 in Peter Lougheed Hospital surrounded by his family who loved him dearly.

Some memories will be held in our hearts forever like:

-growing up as kids knowing that every Saturday night would be hockey night in Canada night as the theme song rang throughout the house and we all sat around waiting for the Toronto Maple Leafs game to come on. Knowing that if we spoke a word during coaches corner there could be consequences. Always being sure to make a comment about the suit that Don Cherry was wearing that night.

-being so excited when we would find out that dad had gone to a cow sale or a farm sale knowing that he was going to bring us each back a chocolate bar.

-chuckling to ourselves whenever the phone would ring for dad knowing that his voice was going to get about 100 decibels louder once he answered it.

-getting to look over all of the great finds that my dad would buy for my mom at all of the antique sales that he used to attend.

-going to New York in 2008 so that we could all watch the New York Yankees before they moved to the new stadium in 2009. When landing in New York he made all of us wait until the plane had finished unloading so that he was able to go back and see what the bathroom looked like since he had never been on a big plane before.

-remembering that our first night walking down Times Square dad would raise his hand and say good-aye mate (a popular phrase from Crocodile Dundee does NewYork) to everyone that he saw and wondered why they weren’t saying anything back to him.

-remembering the proud look on his face when he was able to rub Babe Ruth’s head on his statue in New York, or being in Central Park with my dad sitting on a park bench and my dad shouting, “Hey hey Dalene take a picture of this. It’s the first and last time you will ever see me reading a book.” With a similar occurrence happening in the hotel when he requested that I take a picture of him sitting in the hotel lobby chair because he was “texting” and for those of you who know my dad, you will realize that he was not actually texting, he was just pretending.

-Dad being adamant that you were not to drive 100km/hr you were to be driving 60miles/hr

-the fact that a piece of bread tasted different if it was folded vs. cut with a knife, and the attention to detail while buttering a piece of toast, that he didn’t miss the edges like I would, that he detested listening to the radio when we all went somewhere as a family, but every time we would jump into his truck and start it the radio would be on.

– Dad was also a valuable member of the Compeer Allsorts and the Altario Roadrunners. There were many weekends spent frequenting ball tournaments in the summer as a family which contributed to our sports fanaticism as well.

-Dad was so proud of his first grandchild being born on February 6, 2012 and the fact that he was the first grandparent to hold Lily. He soon nicknamed Lily the little hogster because she always seemed to be like a little piggy at the trough when it came to meal time. Lily could make my dad smile and his heart melt every time he laid eyes on her. He could not bear to hear her cry, and hardly bear to leave her or see Lily leave him. They always shared a special “blow kiss” on every departure, and dad could hardly wait to be reunited again.

When my dad gave the tribute at Norbert Beier’s funeral he shared a saying that he had come across which also describes my dad. It read “There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way.” Even after my dad found out that he was sick, he never gave up and lived life to the fullest that he could. He never gave up hope and was always planning the future for him and my mom as well as all of us kids, even buying bulls from his hospital bed just weeks before he passed away.

For those of you who knew my dad well and those of you who were mere acquaintances, you will all know that my dad was a kind, caring, loving, hardworking, trustworthy, loyal man who would do anything for anyone. Whether he had the time or not, he found time to help others in need to be sure that they were able to accomplish what they needed done, often times leaving his own projects and chores as second or third priority.

It was just a couple of weeks ago while I was emotional that dad said to me that there was no need to cry. That we had a new tractor to drive this spring and that we were going to do that as soon as he was out of the hospital. I joked back saying that it might take more than this spring for me to learn how to drive a tractor. That got a little smile out of him.

For the past 15 months my dad had fought the hardest fight of his life without complaining or feeling sorry for himself in any way. He loved when us kids would come to the hospital on the weekends to see him and mom. And when we were unable to make it there because of weather conditions he always said that that was okay because we were thinking of him and that was all that mattered. There were times when I would cry at the hospital when being overcome with emotion and dad would look at me and say please don’t cry I will be okay or you don’t have to cry because everything is going to be okay. My dad always put my mom and us kids before everything else. My dads words have never rang truer as we all now know that my dad is okay. He is able to rest peacefully.

-the saying goes that behind every strong man there is a good wife…..well my mom is not just good—she is exceptional—-I don`t know that any other woman could have been as dedicated as my mom through this entire journey. She was there night and day (and of course this was facilitated by some very good friends and good people here back home, whom we cannot thank enough), she was there because she wanted to be, and would rather not be anywhere else. She was not going to let dad face any obstacle alone, they stood side by side until the end…..

Dad hated the word father so I’ll try to remember to call him dad… There are a lot of things that I inherited from my dad, his temper, his OCD on certain noises, his hatred for the wind and Joe Girardi…his love for sports and in particular the Leafs and Yankees, his work ethic and willingness to help a friend in need, but unfortunately one trait I did not receive is his knack for public speaking where years ago he had the Compeer Hall in tears laughing how after 20 years of having to listen to Neil Galloway, Neil finally had to listen to him at Cheryl’s wedding, or how he had friends and family laughing at the welcome to the family speech to “mike” at Nicole’s wedding….so I only hope that I can do him justice here.

There were a lot of things that drove dad nuts, from the wind to the lack of rain in June, or too much rain in September, but I think more than anything dad hated to have to ask anyone for a favour, but though he hated to ask, he truly cherished the opportunity to help a friend in need, which is part of the reason everyone loved my dad.

Dad was a pretty intense person at times, whether it was in the field or in the corrals, or on the ice or on the diamonds. I grew up having dad try to coach me from the kitchen table, drawing up plays on a piece of paper, and telling me stories of how great a hockey player he was and how hard he hit, and I remember rolling my eyes thinking he was exaggerating…only to go into random rinks and meeting timekeepers in the penalty box asking me: “Derek Koch? Are you Dale’s son? I used to play hockey against Dale; man that guy was a good player and holy crap did he ever used to hit hard!”

I have a lot of hockey memories with my dad, but the one that sticks out the most is from when I was 4 or 5 and Nicole and dad and I went to the rink to skate and Craig Roesler was there so we ended up playing me and dad vs. Nicole and Craig.

I got so frustrated as the whole game was dad passing me the puck to try to score with me missing the net and then Craig taking the puck and scoring. We lost by so many goals and I remember being mad cause I wanted dad to score so we could win. It was a few years ago I thought back to this game and I realized why dad would always pass the puck to me rather than scoring the goal himself….dad’s goal in life was to give his kids the tools to succeed on our own…he didn’t want to win the game for us, he only wanted to assist us in winning the game for ourselves.

Dad was diagnosed with cancer a little over a year ago and cancer ended up taking everything from him….it took away his ability and desire to eat his favorite foods, it took away his strength and ability to walk, it took away his ability to farm and his independence and dignity, but for the longest time it never took away his sense of humor or his determination to fight and survive.

As time went on however, the CMV took over and it robbed dad from the chance of growing old with the woman he loved for over 35 years, and from seeing his 1 grandchild, and potential future grandchildren, grow up….it stole away his personality and ability to communicate with the people he loved, and ultimately it took his life.

I grew up without knowing my grandpa Koch, who passed away before I was born, but from what I have heard, grandpa was a great man; so I never understood why dad didn’t talk about grandpa very much; but now I understand how hard it is to talk about someone you love and miss so much.

But no matter how much it hurts, I pledge to my dad today, that I will tell as many stories as I can about how great my dad truly was, and to work each day to try to make him proud.

?I have lived, laughed, loved and lost. I have cried, mourned and grieved, hoped, prayed, and healed. I have found strength and true beauty. I am a survivor.”

We say to our dad—We love you very much, always and forever. You will live on in our memories forever. As Derek said, you have taught us so much and moulded the young adults we are today. We are so lucky to have had you as our dad and we are now very lucky that you can watch over us every day. It is difficult to really convey exactly how you feel about someone you love so much, and often hard to share, but we will share our feelings and memories every day, so that you remain strong in our hearts and minds. And today we fulfill one of our dads last wishes. That is to take his little Lily on a sleigh or wagon ride with a team of horses. We take our dad there today to lay in his final resting place by his dad. We say rest in peace daddy we love you and miss you so much and “blow kiss”.

Margaret Ruth Young

(Sept. 2, 1929-May 11, 2013)

Margaret Ruth Young was born September 2nd, 1929 in Kerrobert, Saskatchewan to loving parents Gus and Marie Honeker. Margaret was one of six children born to Gus and Marie, she had three brothers, Albert, Herman, and Art, and two sisters, Rose and infant Elsie.

Growing up, Margaret was kept on her toes with big brothers Herman and Art who liked to have fun by teasing their sisters. As the youngest, Margaret had trouble keeping up with the rest, but thankfully her older brother Albert was always there to look out for her and take her by the hand when she fell behind. Many happy hours were spent making mud pies with Rose in her playhouse using tin cans and the occasional stolen egg, which made the pies especially fancy. Margaret also spent lots of time playing dolls with her cousin Frieda. Lots of Sundays were spent going to church, Sunday school, and visiting at Uncle Bill’s.

The winters were full of sleigh rides and skating parties, which would bring everyone together for lots of socializing (which was Margaret’s favorite.) The Honekers even built their own skating rink in their yard using buckets of water from the well. Margaret talked very fondly about vacations in the summer when her father would take them to Jackfish Lake. The family and some friends would pile in to the one tonne truck filled with camping supplies early in the morning. The journey would take most of the day, with the group arriving just in time to set up a tent before supper. The family kept busy fishing and berry-picking, which she would continue to enjoy doing for the rest of her life.

Margaret would catch a ride to school in a two-wheeled cart pulled by a pony. Herman was always anxious to get going and Rose and Margaret would often have to scramble across the garden, lunch-buckets swinging. School came easy to Margaret, who was a very strong and dedicated student. With the help of teachers, she was able to spend 12 years in the country school taking High School by correspondence. Margaret received her grade 12 education, which was a great accomplishment at the time.

Margaret’s father passed away when she was 16 after a lengthy illness. Life was hard during the following years, but the family showed great strength and pulled together. With Bert at the helm, along with the help of Herman and Art, the family continued on the farm.

In the late ‘40s, there was a shortage of teachers for country schools so Margaret was able to get a job as a study supervisor. Over three years, she taught in Heart’s Hill, Warcop, and Burnbrae schools and really enjoyed teaching. Her time spent teaching at Warcop school living in an isolated house in the middle of a field proved particularly trying as cows rubbed on the house by day and howling coyotes surrounded it by night (this may have been where her extreme dislike of coyotes was rooted.) She always wished she had taken formal training so she could continue teaching.

While attending a ball dance with her brother Herman, a handsome man spotted Margaret from across the room. “Who is that?” the man asked Herman. “That’s my sister,” Herman replied. They hit it off that night and after many visits by snow plane, her relationship with Jim Young quickly blossomed into marriage. They were married December 7th, 1951. The Young family quickly became her own and they had lots of fun; many late nights were spent singing and playing instruments with Eddie, Bobby, David, and Allen.

They moved to the Thaylor farm shortly after, and on November 17th, 1953, Dianne was born. Winter in the old Thaylor house with a young child was hard. There was no indoor plumbing, the potatoes, which were stored under the bed, would freeze, and months would pass without seeing another person. Their only entertainment was the porcupines wandering into the yard, or “poky pines” as Dianne called them. The small family soon moved into Compeer, where they lived in the United Church Parsonage next to the curling rink. Margaret soon developed a love for curling, both as a player and spectator.

On February 13th, 1958, a very pregnant Margaret was in the hospital. The doctor asked her if she had a valentine for her husband. She didn’t, to which the doctor proudly informed her that she would have one ready to give him the next day. Donna was born on Valentine’s day.

After a few more moves, the family settled on the present day farm in a one-bedroom house. This house again lacked indoor plumbing so Margaret had to melt snow to wash clothes and hauled water to drink. On one circumstance, Margaret successfully melted a large batch of snow, only to discover a dog turd hidden at the bottom of the washtub. Life was hard.

Around 1965, they started building the present day farm house. Margaret put a lot of her heart and manual labor into that house, which explains her attachment to it over the course of her life.

Margaret was the best mother ever. She provided free haircuts (though no requests were allowed) and made lots of delicious homemade food: noodles, bread, sausage, and Apple Brown Betty. Besides being a wife and stay-at-home mom, she spent lots of fun times curling in bonspiels and visiting with her many friends. Margaret was a great friend. She always had a cup of coffee and an ear to listen, and fiercely protected any secrets she was privy to. Visiting often went late into the night.

Life with Jimmy was not always easy, but was never boring. Sundays were spent with Art and Betty and the kids, with the men hunting coyotes with the plane. The occasional horse and snowmobile made it in the front door, which proved how patient Margaret was. With Jimmy away crop spraying, Margaret was left to manage the farm and feed the farm hired help and pilots (as many as 13 different ones over the years.)

The sudden death of Jimmy in a plane crash left Margaret and the girls devastated. Just as her mother Marie did when she lost her husband, Margaret continued, with the help of her brothers, to keep the farm going. A move to Luseland saw her living in her present day home, though she still travelled on the weekends to spend time at the farm house.

Margaret saw a lot of the world through many fun vacations, including trips to England, Hawaii, and Barbados with Dianne when she worked for Ward Air as a flight attendant. Margaret also visited Germany, Switzerland, and Italy with her sister Rose and her husband Slim and attended the Passion Play. She took a solo bus trip through the Maritimes and also visited British Columbia with her friend Helen McGinnis. Margaret also enjoyed fishing trips with Herman, Shirley, Rose, and Slim in her later years.

Donna married Bill Holton in July 1979 and Dianne married Rick Strankman three months later. Her first grandchild, Travis Holton, was born in 1983, with three more grandchildren: Virginia Holton, Pamela Strankman, and Jay Strankman being born not long after. Her grandchildren were her pride and joy. Margaret spent many hours with her grandchildren making Jell-o, hot cocoa, buns, and jam-jams, picking berries, having picnics, watching swimming lessons, and putting up with the many blanket forts and messes they would make in her basement.

She cared for her mother Marie until her death in 1999.

Her final big trip was to Cannon Beach, Oregon to attend the wedding of Travis and Stacey. She beamed with pride the entire time, but declared that she hoped the next weddings would be closer to home.

And FINALLY, after a lifetime of melting snow, hauling water, 10 dry water wells, and stinky yellow un-drinkable water sources, Margaret struck liquid gold with a 550 foot drilled well into the Bearpaw aquifer. It pumped 12 gallons per minute of crystal clear, soft water. Margaret’s lifelong dream had come true: she had perfect water on her farm. She spent many weekends at her farm house “cabin”, enjoying the quiet comforts of country living.

In her twilight years, Margaret passed the time embroidering, baking and making preserves, berry-picking, visiting at the “Club”, and passionately watching curling and rodeo. Many holidays were spent with her family around the table eating big meals, for which she would faithfully provide the Jell-o salad. Family was so important to Margaret; she loved catching up with phone calls or at family reunions and weddings. Her photo albums show hundreds of photos taken and lovingly sorted of every member of her family and extended family throughout the years. Her happiest times were quietly watching her family visiting and enjoying each other’s company.

On May 11th, Margaret passed away suddenly in her pyjamas, in her own bed, and in her own home. So ends the legacy of a strong country woman, with proud, unbeaten shoulders and a fierce love for her family and friends. We will miss her straightforward honesty, sense of humor, trademark laugh, and never-ending love and support. We love you, we’ll miss you, it’s not goodbye, we’ll see you again.

Margaret’s daughters, Dianne Strankman and Donna Holton, and their families, would like to extend their sincerest thanks and appreciation for the outpouring of loving care and kindness after the loss of their dear mother and grandmother. Your kind words, visits, gifts of food and flowers and thoughtful generosity have helped to ease their burden during this very sad time.

Joyce Lucille Symes

(Oct. 23, 1926-June 5, 2013)

Joyce Lucille Symes was born in Consort, Alberta on October 23. 1926. She was the second daughter of Fred and Gladys Sanderson.

Joyce took all of her schooling in Consort. She married Jack Symes on November 20, 1947 after returning from serving in the Army. She worked many years with her father in the Post Office before moving to the farm.

Left to mourn are her four children: Norma Lynne (John) Wood of Rich Valley, Fred (Carol Lynn) Symes of Edson, Ron (Jillian) Symes of Consort and Noraine (Tim) Harris of Entwistle; 8 Grandchildren: Rhondalyn (Colin) Twitchell, Rolandalyn (Rodney) Fauque, Tara (Todd) Fron, Brad Symes, Petrina (Craig) Bagan, Jason, Justin & Chantel Harris; 10 Great Grandchildren: Chase, Cole, Connor Twitchell, Colton Properzi, Logan, Kirsty Fauque, Toren, Brylee Fron, Tessa, Kaeley Bagan, numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, other relatives and many dear friends. She was predeceased by her husband Jack, parents Fred and Gladys, sister Marjorie, brother-in-law Loyal, brother Ken, nephews Wayne and Doug.

Joyce passed away peacefully in Consort Extended Care on Wednesday, June 5, 2013 at the age of 86 years.

Funeral services were held at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta, on Monday, June 10, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. with Reverend Sue Hertell officiating. Organist, Robbie Knight played for the congregational hymns “Abide With Me” and “Breathe On Me, Breath of God”. Special music was by long-time friends Pat & Charlotte Gilmer. Joyce’s granddaughters, Rhondalyn Twitchell and Rolandalyn Fauque gave the eulogy along with many memories. Granddaughter Chantel Harris read a poem and Joan Day gave a tribute. Active Pallbearers were Grandsons, Brad Symes, Jason Harris, Justin Harris, Colton Properzi, Chase Twitchell and Craig Bagan. Honorary Pallbearers were “All Joyce’s Neighbor’s & Friends”. Interment followed the service at the Lake Road Cemetery, Consort, Alberta; where Joyce was laid to rest beside her husband Jack. Lunch was served in the Lower Hall of the Church prepared and served by the U.C.W. Memorial donations may be made to The Consort Lodge, Mail Bag 1001, Consort, AB, T0C 1B0. Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Eulogy

Rhondalyn Twitchell and Rolandalyn Fauque

Good afternoon family and friends. Thank you for joining us in this celebration of Grandma’s life. I’m Rhondalyn Twitchell and this is my sister, Rolandalyn Fauque. We are John and Norma Lynne’s girls.

Grandma was born on October 23, 1926 to Fred and Gladys Sanderson, their second child. She passed away on June 5, 2013 in Consort Extended Care at the age of 86 years. She spent most of her life in Consort where she had active family life with the Nolans and Sandersons. As she grew up, she helped her father in the Post Office and spent many hours at their cabin at Gooseberry Lake.

At 18 she joined the Army and spent 18 months there in Ontario. She returned to marry her lifelong love, Grandpa. After a short time in town, they moved to the farm to work there until 1985; a town girl becoming a farmer’s wife. Over the many years, she had challenges and experiences which we doubt she ever expected to be faced with as a helpmate to a farmer. She had a large garden, chickens, baking and helping in the field every year. But she met the challenges face on and the job was well done.

In 1985, Grandpa and Grandma moved to the Lodge where she resided until the last three weeks. Now they could do some travelling and that they did; going to Egypt with friends, going across Canada in Motorhomes with friends, going to Expo 86, and regular camping. Grandpa took ill and passed away in 1987, however, Grandma continued to travel with her friends, especially Florence Babcock, actually travelling to many parts of the world.

Hart is going to share Psalm 23. My Dad picked this verse and sends it with love.

PSALM 23

The Lord is my shepherd;

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down In green pastures

He leadth me beside the still waters

He restoreth my soul

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

1 will fear no evil;

For thou art with me;

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies

Thou anointest my head with oil;

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Grandma was so proud of all of her grandchildren. If you have ever been in her house you would notice all of the pictures of grandchildren and great grandchildren. She even had a special row of graduation pictures she took lots of pride in.

Grandma was a wonderful caring person. Not once did anyone doubt the depth of love and caring she had for her family. Since we are spread out so far from Consort, a lot of our communication was over the phone. She always took time to talk with everyone and in my house that meant she would visit with five different people in one phone call. She always remembered what was going on in everyone’s life and was excited when a special event took place.

As we know grandma loved to travel, first with grandpa in the motorhome. I remember when we were small we would all meet at the Bruce Stampede and family reunions. Later they traveled around the world together. After grandpa was gone she continued to travel with Florence Babcock. She was always planning some new strategy to employ when she went on her casino trips, but bingo was not so forgiving. We spent lots of time discussing bingo and how she liked going and visiting with friends but she did wish she could win once in a while.

This love of travel she passed on to her grandchildren. She gifted all of us with a cruise and special times with her. Brad went with her to Mexico. Rolandalyn, Petrina, Colton and Tara went to Alaska. Justin, Chantel and Jason went to Panama and I chose to go to Hawaii. We spent the plane trip planning what we would do. She was excited to share her love of bingo with me.

Imagine the look on her face when we found out there is absolutely no gaming allowed in Hawaii. She was such a good sport although I know it was so difficult for her with her knee to get around, she never complained. That cruise is something 1 will remember forever and I’m sure we all share fond memories of traveling with grandma.

At this time Chantel will share a heartfelt poem.

Your Mother is always with you

She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of certain foods you remember,

flowers you pick and

perfume that she wore.

She’s the cool on your brow when you’re not feeling well.

She’s your breathe in the air on a cold winter’s day.

She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,

the colors of a rainbow.

She is Christmas morning.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter.

She’s crystallized in every teardrop.

A mother shows every

emotion…..happiness,

sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow…and all the while hoping you will only know the

good feelings in life.

She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take.

She’s your first love; your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space….not even death!

Hart and I were discussing things we remembered from our childhood; she recalled bath time at the farmhouse. It was a highlight of our visits. Grandma had a shelf full of bath beads and salts. We, along with Tara and Brad, would mix and match every combination you could imagine. After she would stand us up on the mat and sprinkle us down with baby powder. The farm house has many special memories for us. The holidays when we would all get together, watching hockey games and her stories on TV. Marathon card games with uncle hip cheating and tormenting us, lovingly of course, and always grandma taking care of us.

I especially remember suppers in the field; it’s strange how things can taste so different sitting on the end gate of a truck. Grandma would make such huge meals it was a wonderful adventure for us to help her.

Grandma made the best buns. Whenever I eat bread I compare it to hers and so far no others match up. She gave me the recipe but I’m sad to report every time I try, it is an epic fail. I loved watching her bake and we had many good talks.

When I think of Grandma one of the things I associate with her are jumbo raisin cookies. Whenever she came to visit she would make them in copious amounts. The cookie jar was always full and we were so happy. The smell of those cookies baking reminds me of her every time.

Justin loved the way grandma was so excited and eager to take part in whatever was going on. That may mean going for a ride around the yard on the quad or bundling up in the winter to go for a wiener roast by the river. Even when she was unable to take part she was on the deck watching and taking pictures.

Playing cards was a major part of our time with grandma. Tara will never forget the marathon sessions and Petrina learned there was no escaping the card games and after all, who would want to. The love of cards carried to her great grandchildren. At Christmas, grandma and mom would play cards for hours with Colton, Logan, Kirsty and the Twitchell boys. They would all stay up giggling and laughing until 1 or 2 in the morning, sleep late the next day and then do it all over again. She would always treat them as big kids and they really loved that or as old grandma would say got a real kick out of it.

She knew what was going on in their lives and what was important to them. She laughed with them and would listen to their stories for hours and, believe me, if it was Kirsty talking they did last for hours.

Grandma never forgot a birthday and always had a special present for everyone at Christmas. I often wondered how she could keep it all straight but I guess she was just awesome at being a grandma.

Grandma did love hockey but her taste in teams did get her some extra hassle. She would spend many hours debating her family regarding their taste in teams. She did get some assistance when Petrina and Connor joined the Flames fan club. However, they all did have to adjust their loyalties when Iginla was traded.

Jason remembers grandma as his hockey buddy and they had many long talks on the phone regarding the Oilers vs the Flames. When she was visiting everyone had to go downstairs to watch TV so Jason and her could watch the game as she was unable to conquer the stairs.

Every summer we would have a birthday party barbeque for Connor and Chase. Uncle Hip and Aunty Jill would bring grandma to join the Fauques, Woods and even occasionally Uncle Freddy and Aunty Carol Lynn. Grandma looked forward to this as we all did for good food, company and the annual water fight She was always laughing and sometime yelling, if someone with a water bucket got too close.

Chantel remembers Christmas mornings and the special summers she spent with grandma. Until graduation she spent two weeks every summer with her. Sometime she would also bring a friend. The special thing was that grandma always remembered those girls and asked Chantel how they were doing. She also remembers the road trip when Chantel and her escort went to pick up grandma for grad.

Grandma had a big heart and showed it in so many ways.

Grandpa loved to fish and grandma loved fire. Grandma went camping many times with Uncle Freddy’s family in Edson. She was infamous for her fires. She would go into the bush and reappear dragging a 20 foot tree. She would stick the end in the fire and burn the whole tree bit by bit. Twenty four – seven didn’t matter if it was raining or if it was 30 above, she always built her fire and loved it and all of the good times that came with it. One time Uncle Freddy even got her in his boat; she caught 2 fish and was so excited she couldn’t wait to share stories of her big catch with her friends at the lodge.

Family meant a lot to grandma, when Hart was going to nursing school she came up to Edmonton to watch Colton for a month,.It’s difficult to be away from home and it meant the world to Hart.

Christmas was a three week tour for grandma as she would visit all of her kid’s houses to share Christmas with everyone. I know it was hard on her but she did it every year.

Never did any of us doubt her depth of commitment or love for us.

This is a poem from Petrina to grandma. I believe it sums up our grandma perfectly.

• Grandma to walk into your room and see you smile,

• I walked over and hugged you

• You always made me smile and always had stories to tell.

• I loved sitting with you playing cards and listening to the memories you had to share.

• You showed me that life can’t be all that bad

• There is always a light at the end of a tunnel,

• You were so strong,

• So generous

• You had faith in us all,

• You had great spirit even if the day was dull.

• You weren’t just my

Grandma

• You were my greatest

listener

• I know you had to go

• Your time had come

• But I know you’re close.

• I am thankful for all the time we spent together,

• Watching Flames games,

• Playing bingo

• And always making sure I had too much to eat

• When I feel the warmth at night I know it’s you giving me a good night kiss,

• When I feel my chest getting tight I know that’s you giving me a big hug,

• When I see the sun shine I know you’re happy,

• When I see that bright star I know that’s you watching down on us all and smiling

• Now a beautiful angel

• Loosing you grandma

was a sad day, but just a goodbye until we meet again.

• Thank you for all you have done for me.

Petrina

Thank You:

-To our cousin Brian who travelled from Kamloops to spend time with Grandma and us in the last days.

-To Joan Day for her compassion and friendship over the many years Grandma was in the lodge.

-To Lori and Larry Ference for their hospitality and care to our family.

-To Vivian Webb for her care and friendship to Grandma over the past year.

-To all Grandma’s family and friends for their friendship and care over the years.

-To our Mom, Grandma and Old Grandma for being a loving, caring, nurturing role model to us all.

Good bye grandma, for now you have gone to be with the Lord. See you again soon.

Tribute

by Joan Day

Joyce was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother and friend. When she and Jack left the farm in 1985, they moved into an apartment connected to the Consort Lodge. Their apartment was next door to my Mother and they soon became close friends. Jack passed away in May of 1987.

Apartment residents gathered in the common area known as The Blue Room. Joyce was always punctual, sitting in her place at the table at 10 a.m. and 3 p.m. sharp when they met for coffee. Families and friends of these ladies also got together for coffee and visiting. Much laughter and story telling took place at that table. When Joyce, Mom, Ellen Gilmer and Ida Wittmack lived there they become known as “The Girls”. They delighted in sharing the company of their children and grandchildren. These ladies enjoyed reminiscing about old times and the guests heard lots of interesting stories. When Joyce heard an astonishing bit of news she would always exclaim “For Gord Sake!”

Joyce loved to hear a funny story and her laughter could be described as gleeful. She also told us many funny stories about her own life. When she and Jack were getting married, Mr. Sanderson had a talk with Jack. He said that Joyce wasn’t a farm girl, having been raised in town, and he hoped that she wouldn’t be expected to do farm work. Jack replied, “Oh no, she’ll just be in the house.” She then told us all she did – raising chickens.gardening, helping in the field and with cattle. One time she was on the back of a big truck. Jack, wanting to help her down, held out his arms and told her to jump. Well jump she did, knocking Jack flat on the ground and landing on top of him. Jack liked to tell that when they were first married they would have wieners and beans for supper, the next night beans and wieners then back to wieners and beans. When Norma Lynne was a small child, she would run away looking for her Dad who was out on the farm working. She wandered as far as a mile from home, so Joyce would get a rope and tie her to the clothes line, leaving her bawling. When Freddie was a youngster, he was practicing his hunting skills with a bow & arrow and knife. Unfortunately he hunted Joyce’s chickens, burying them in a manure pile. In front of the children, Joyce brought up the fact that her chickens seemed to be disappearing and that ended the slaughter.

Joyce became a world traveller. She and Jack went to Egypt with Scotts and drove a motorhome across Canada with Kroegers and Schoolers. After becoming a widow she travelled extensively with Mom. They toured many parts of Canada and the United States, Australia and Germany. She was always up for an adventure. Joyce kept in contact with friends and relatives, including her army buddies. On one trip through Manitoba an old army friend met her at a pub for a visit. She did a lot of visiting on the phone. Any trips taken by the seniors, she and Mom signed up for.

Joyce was a member of the Legion, Rebekahs and Community Club. She went to drop in and worked at the Tourist Information Booth for the Consort Seniors. Joyce faithfully attended services at Knox United Church until her later years. She loved gardening both on the farm and at the lodge. She curled when younger and played her favorite game, Bingo, regularly until 6 months ago.

Joyce loved babies and was fortunate enough to have children, grandchildren and those she referred to simply as her Greats. Her family was the most important part of her life. She felt she had lived a very full life. She had her family photos in full view all the time and was proud to draw your attention to any new ones. She relived the memories of her many trips. As her health failed she was content to be in her room in the new Lodge. She chose to have a room on the third floor because she hated snakes and thought she was safe up there.

I will always remember Joyce with red lipstick, arms crossed, enjoying a cup of coffee. When I heard of her passing, my first thought was ‘Mom will be happy to see her.’

Card of Thanks

It is with deep appreciation and gratitude that the family of Joyce Symes send these words of thanks.

Dr. Usher and the Consort and Coronation Nursing Staff, Consort Home Care & Staff of the Lodge for going over and above their duties in caring for Mom. Also thanks to Heather Caseley and Staff of the Coronation Funeral Home for your professional and personal care.

Thank you to Rev. Sue Hertell for the beautiful service, Pat & Charlotte Gilmer for your well chosen music, Robbie Knight for playing the organ and the delicious lunch served by the U.C.W.

We would like to thank our close knit community for your kindness of food, flowers, cards, visits, phone calls and memorial donations.

Norma Lynne, John & family

Fred, Carol Lynn & family

Ron, Jill & family

Noraine, Tim & family

Munro Burns

(Feb. 16, 1953-June 5, 2013)

Kermit Munro Burns was born on February 16, 1953 in Calgary, Alberta; son of Ron and Beulah Burns. He enjoyed many years of cooking in and around the community. Munro had a great appreciation for the diversity and values of people he met throughout his life.

Cooking gourmet meals and concocting new and delicious recipes was a passion of his.

He loved music and playing piano, was a favorite past time of his.

The telephone was his lifeline; many hours were spent catching up on the latest news of all his family and friends. His sense of humor will be missed.

He loved to plan events, even to planning this get together today. His wish was to have all his family and friends together to celebrate. People were amazed at his bravery dealing with his diagnosis. He said he could always hear his mother saying, “Buck up and deal with it.”

Munro went to be with the Lord on Wednesday, June 5, 2013 following a brave and optimistic fight against cancer.

Munro leaves to cherish his memory and will be lovingly remembered by his cousins, Janice (Alan) Fawcett, Janet Olsen, Maureen (Kirby) Morrell, Cameron (Jane) Thulien, Gavin (Jann) Thulien, Garry (Gene) Burns and Pat (Verna) Burns; Aunts and Uncles, Lorraine (Jim) Gilbert and Kermit (Jean) Thulien; as well as other relatives and many dear friends.

?God does not give a wish without also being given power to make it come true.” – Richard Bach

The following scripture gave him much comfort and allowed him to accept circumstances without complaint. “For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of sound mind”. 2 Timothy 1:7

Funeral services were held at the Veteran Full Gospel Church, Veteran, Alberta, on Saturday, June 8, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. Musicians were Nils & Jeanette Berg, pianist, Judy Heistad and organist, Carolyn Devereux. They played for the congregational hymns “Amazing Grace”, “What A Friend We Have In Jesus “and “I Know Who Holds Tomorrow”. Solo was by long-time friend Ione Rea; she sang “I Sure Miss You”. Trio, Ione Rea, Darrel & Pat Durksen, sang “What A Day That Will Be”. Janet Olsen, Munro’s cousin gave a loving tribute. Active Pallbearers were Harry Devereux, Rod Lindemann, Ray Cornelius, Garry Burns, Pat Burns and Lee Thulien. Honorary Pallbearers were Gary Ulseth, Derek Duboyce & Carl Varner. Interment followed the service at the Veteran Cemetery, Veteran, Alberta; where Munro was laid to rest beside his parents Ron & Beulah. Lunch was held in the Lower Hall of the Church, prepared and served by the Full Gospel Church Ladies. Memorial Donations may be made to The Veteran Full Gospel Ladies Group Christmas Banquet, Box 428, Veteran, AB, T0C 2S0, or to Teen Time of Edmonton, “Rosie’s Pie Fund” 14960 114 Ave. NW, Edmonton, Alberta T5M 4G4. Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Eulogy

by Janet Olsen

Munro was my cousin, but he was more like a brother to me. I have a lot of special memories from our childhood. It seemed we had a knack for getting into mischief when the two of us got together. For instance, one time when we were ten years old, my mother gave us the privilege of going downtown Calgary by ourselves. We successfully found the gift Munro wanted to take back to Auntie Beulah, however, we got sidetracked and started playing on the escalators, and who should we run into but my very livid mother. Apparently we lost track of time and Munro almost missed his Greyhound bus back to Veteran.

I also have a lot of fond memories of visiting Munro in Veteran. On summer vacation, when we were children, we got to go to the Theatre. For 10 cents we got to sit on a wooden bench and watch “Spanky and Our Gang” and cartoons. As we got older, Munro would cook up fantastic gourmet meals for us, always adding the “First Class” touch in his presentation. Other people from coast to coast appreciated his cooking talents through his catering business. He received numerous accolades, some in the form of letters. One which I came across when going through his cards, had this excerpt from one of his letters which said it so nicely. I quote, “Munro, you have always done everything with such class and we were so blessed to have your talents utilized in our community in the form of your catering and gourmet dinners at the tea house. You have no idea how much you were missed and I would often hear comments of how nice it would be if Munro was still catering”.

Munro had many talents. He was a wonderful pianist, loved playing hymns; he had a flare for decorating and loved flowers. He especially loved fixing up the patio outside the house so he could sit out with morning coffee with fresh scones or muffins on a beautiful sunny day.

He was a loving cousin. Family and friends were very important to him. As you all know, Munro had his challenges, as we all do, but his biggest challenge was finding out about his cancer. But even through this, he was always brave and optimistic and always planning events.

Munro had a vast array of friends from all walks of life. It was amazing to see how many visitors came to see Munro, both in hospital and at hospice. Nurses in both facilities often commented on how special he was. He was a lot of fun to be around. We will miss his sense of humor and quick wit. But I will miss his laugh most of all.

Today was the day of his party. But God has given Munro the “Best Party” of all – as you see – we are all here but God has made it so Munro can enjoy the party – but in God’s hands he will no longer be in pain – but basking in God’s Holy Light, watching from heaven!

Adeline Klassen

(Nov. 5, 1932-May 26, 2013)

Adeline “Addie” Klassen was born in Compeer on November 5, 1932, to Otto and Rose Brosinsky. She took all of her schooling in Compeer before moving to Calgary.

She passed away May 26, 2013 at the age of 80 years. Left to mourn are her devoted husband, Quentin, daughter Nona (Allen) Cameron and son, Jeff (Marie) Klassen.

The funeral Mass was held Friday, May 31 at 10:30 a.m. from St. Luke’s Catholic Church, Calgary with the Rev. David Meadows presiding and an Honour Guard by the Catholic Women’s League. Honorary pallbearers were Jack Brosinsky, Norm Brosinsky, Maurice Brosinsky, Glen Brosinsky, Frank Brezovski, John Lang, Brian McBride and Lewis Schmaltz.

Addie was active with Brownies, the St. Luke’s C.W.L. and after retiring with “Babes on Skates” senior skaters. Addie and Ray were longtime members of the Chinook Trailer Club.

She was predeceased by sisters Eileen and Rose, and brother, Harry. She is survived by brothers Jack (Marj), Norm (Elenore), Maurice (Phyllis) and many nieces, nephews, godchildren, adopted grandchildren and friends.

Jeremy Percival

(June 27, 1981-May 20, 2013)

Jeremy Leah Percival from Monitor, Alberta, passed away on the 20th of May 2013 at the age of 31.

Jeremy was born on June 27th, 1981 in Rimbey, Alberta, spending most of his life residing in Wainwright, Alberta.

Jeremy fell in love with Suzanne and moved to Monitor where he was married and started a family. He quickly became a country boy who loved to hunt with his sons, ride horses, brand cattle and shear sheep. He had huge aspirations for the ranch and an even bigger collection of farm dogs. He was an active member of the sporting community, where he coached soccer and helped with hockey, taught neighboring children everything from riding bikes to roping cattle. He was a member of the Gooseberry Lake Rodeo Association and the Lions Club, dedicated his life to family, friends, neighbors and the ranch. He was famous for saying “I’m not saying, I’m just saying” and when asked for his opinion on anything from a new hairdo or to the outfit you were wearing, he’d say “honest or nice?”

He is survived by his wife Suzanne, sons Darrion, Laine and Hunter; mother Florence Percival, father in law Pat Rutledge, sisters Sophia (Dean) Frey; Cody and Cadence Frey, Tia Percival (Chris Woods), Ryley and Liam Woods, Jessica Percival, Boomer and Piper Milne; brother in law Sean Rutledge (Jen Wakely); Claire Rutledge; cousin Colin Rumsey (Denise Burke); Cassidy, Kasey, Laken Rumsey; as well as many other relatives and friends. Predeceased by mother in law Irene Rutledge.

Funeral services were held in Consort, Alberta on Friday, May 24, 2013 with Reverend Sue Hertell officiating. Tributes were given by Jen Wakely and Colin Rumsey. Poem was read by Sophia Frey. A DVD slide presentation and several of Jeremy’s favorite songs were played during the service. Honorary Pallbearers were Darrion Percival, Laine Percival, Hunter Percival, Chris Woods, Sean Rutledge, Cody Frey, Ryley Woods, Pat Rutledge, Grant Kelts, Dustin Rumsey and all of Jeremy’s family and friends. Active Pallbearers were Colin Rumsey, Derrick Docken, Devon Heileman, Brad Fedick, Brad Deleff and Dean Frey as Jeremy was laid to rest in the Monitor Cemetery. Family and friends gathered for a time of fellowship in the Consort Sportex with a luncheon by the Consort Community Ladies.

Memorial donations may be made in Jeremy’s name to the Jeremy Percival Family in care of the Royal Bank, Consort, Alberta or to Consort Minor Sports.

Condolences may be sent to the family or viewed at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com

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

Irene Price

(June 12, 1943 – June 19, 2013)

Marguerite passed away suddenly at Cochrane, Alberta on Wednesday, June 19, 2013 at 70 years of age. Lovingly remembered by her husband Gerald of 48 years, daughters; Rhonda (Ross) Spence, and Marla (Wayne) Hingley, four grandchildren; Zach, Darby, Devin, and Jake, as well as a circle of other relatives and friends.

Marguerite was born in the prairies of central Alberta, in Cereal, June 12, 1943, to Dollie & Clifford McClellan. After losing her father at one year of age, they moved in with her grandparents where they stayed until she began school in Kirriemuir, Alberta.

Growing up, Marguerite loved riding bikes with her sister Dorothy, learned to play piano, and where her love of dancing started at the weekly town hall dances.

She met the love of her life, in 1961 at one of those local dances, while in her last year of high school. After dating for two years, Gerald proposed and they began to plan their life together. In 1965, they married in nearby Consort at the United Church, then set up their first home together in a little house at the Cowley railway station. Shortly thereafter they moved to Calgary and started to plan their future.

A month before their first year anniversary, their daughter Rhonda was born, and Marguerite’s role as a mother began. Six years later, Marla arrived completing their perfect little family of four. Marguerite instilled confidence and independence in her daughters, with feelings of love and support ever present.

Whether she was filling the house with her beautiful piano playing, organizing camping or family sporting activities, Marguerite was the heart, and spirit of our family. She was the sun that we all revolved around.

In her later years, her grandchildren were a significant part of her life. Marguerite was always buying little toys, coloring books, or crafts for the kids. She’d sit with them for hours, coloring alongside them or playing their favourite games over and over again. ‘Spider’ Grandma, as she was known to her grandchildren, forever created a space in each and every one of their hearts.

Marguerite was a kind and loving women, who was quick to laugh and joke. She was well known by everyone as their ‘Rec’ Director, evident by her full and ever expanding social calendar. She filled her home with pieces of her heart, from pictures of her family, to little trinkets that took the shape of frogs or lizards. All with a story behind them that reminded her of her family or her huge circle of friends. Marguerite didn’t let a day go by without a scheduled event or plan, she lived life to the fullest, and always, thought of others in whatever she was doing.

Goodbye my wife, my mother, my grandmother, my sister, and my friend. You were loved, you were cherished, and you will be missed beyond words. These are the memories you leave behind, thank you for being a part of our lives. I only wish it had been for a little longer. My heart aches, forever. I love you.

A celebration of Marguerite’s life was held at Cochrane Alliance Church, 902 Glenbow Drive, Cochrane on June 26, 2013. If friends so desire, memorial tributes in Marguerite’s memory may be made to Calgary Mustard Seed, 102 11 Avenue S.E., Calgary, Alberta T2G 0X5, www.theseed.ca

Margaret Porter Jones (nee Fawcett)

(Aug. 30, 1932-June 20, 2013)

It is with deep sadness that our family announces the passing of a wonderful wife, mother, grandmother, and sister on June 20, 2013. She left this physical world peacefully in her own home, surrounded by her family and supported by her community and strong faith.

Margie is survived by her loving husband Hugh of 56 years; her children; Mark (Stacey), Gregory (Theresa), Christina (Kelli), Dylan (Robin), and Rhondda (Darrell); her precious grandchildren and great grandchildren; her siblings Ann (Bob), Lois (Ted), Ervin (Bernice), Clark (Dianne); and her large extended family which includes many special cousins, nieces, and nephews. Margie has many close friends, including prior colleagues and classmates, who have been very dear to her as well.

Margie was born August 30th, 1932 in Consort, Alberta and was the eldest of 5 children. She grew up on a pioneer farm under the loving care of her parents, George and Janet Fawcett. After completing high school in Consort, Margie moved to Calgary in 1950 to attend Mount Royal College. She always knew she was destined to become a nurse and graduated in September 1954 from Nursing at the University of Alberta Hospital. Public Health was her passion and she received this diploma from UAH in 1956 which would set the tone for her entire career. She married Hugh in the Ponoka United Church on December 30, 1957 and was thrilled to have five children. Shortly after marrying, she began her career with the Wetoka Health Unit. Margie juggled working, raising a farm family, and participated in extensive community and church activities. She was an extremely caring person and has provided a helping hand to many – we are all better people for knowing this special lady.

The family would like to extend a huge thank you to many people for your kindness throughout this journey – the entire list is too long to include here: Dr. Gregory Chan and staff, Home Care Nurses Sandy Woodfin and Betty Golley, the a.m. Home Care Ladies, Rev. Ross Smillie, Jamil Rawji and staff, Marlon Wombold and Ponoka Funeral Home, her many friends and relatives.

A Funeral Service was held at the Ponoka United Church on Friday, June 28, 2013 at 4:00 p.m. with the Interment Service following at Forest Home Cemetery. Memorial donations in Margie’s name may be made to Family and Community Support Services (FCSS) Ponoka – Respite Fund or a charity of your choice in her name. To express condolences to Margie’s family, please visit www.womboldfuneralhomes.com.

Arrangements Entrusted To Ponoka Funeral Home ~ A Wombold Family Funeral Home.

Richard Robert Scheffelmaier

(September 2, 1930 – July 20, 2013)

Richard Robert Scheffelmaier passed away peacefully in the Coronation Long Term Care on July 20, 2013 at the age of 82 years. Richard was born September 2, 1930 at Lake Thelma, Alberta. He attended school and finished grade nine at Bonny Doone. In 1947, Richard worked for Lawrence Schacker on the farm and in 1948 for Hiram Richardson, looking after cattle at the Meadow.

By 1949, he started working on his own leased land at Silver Heights while sharing equipment with his Dad and older brother Albert. Richard decided to pursue mechanical training in Edmonton at Chicago Vocational School. Soon after his course, he worked at Harold Wiltse’s Garage in Consort. Richard married Marie Kurek of Consort in 1955. They resided and began their life together, farming northeast of Brownfield.

It all began in a three room house, on a section and a half of land with eight head of cows and one borrowed bull, along with a small line of machinery. Their same humble little house kept changing and expanding and became “home” for 58 years.

The first son, Blaine was born in 1956, and second son, Greg in 1959, and a daughter, Michelle in 1969. For extra enjoyment, Richard enjoyed playing baseball, coaching some ball and curling. He was also involved in the Elks and Kinsmen Clubs of Coronation.

One of many highlights in Richard’s life was getting to sing with Merle Haggart in Provost, Alberta (when he was supposed to be at home combining). Merle even told him he was pretty damn good. Maybe that’s why he had such a love for singing and music. Richard decided to take up the hobby of raising buffalo, which ended up developing into quite a time consuming, thriving business which he thoroughly enjoyed.

This “hobby” brought people, young and old, from all over the world. “The more the merrier,” for Richard. Another obvious part in Richard’s interests was his love for cattle and horses, along with the odd and unusual pets such as his famous camel, donkeys and mules. Of course everyone will admit that it wasn’t very often a rodeo was missed. He loved to hit every dance, anywhere, any wedding or even funeral.

His love and caring for all people from any and every walk of life, friend, family or stranger, were important and special to him. He always took the time for absolutely anyone. Richard accepted anything and judged nothing. Coffee was always on or a whiskey or rum available. Giving Pepsi or Coke was always a must, flipping a burger or two was never an issue. His attitude was always so positive and his stories went on and on, but usually quite comical. Most of all, Richard loved his family beyond words. His brothers, sisters, wife, in-laws, kids, nieces and nephews and then grandkids that came along were everything to him and truly blessed his life. Each one must have always known that. He too knew their love for him was unmeasurable.

Richard was predeceased by his brother Sam, his parents Molly and Adolf and daughter-in-law Lorena. Richard is survived by his wife Marie, son Blaine, granddaughter Jill (Matt), son Greg (Karen), grandson Jeremy, daughter Michelle (Kevin) grandsons Bradan and Brandt. Siblings Albert (Gwen), Helen (Al), Verna (Erv), Herb, Ester (Alvin), Jean (Don), Shirley (Bill), Linda (Leo) and numerous nieces and nephews, in-laws and special friends.

The funeral service for Richard Scheffelmaier was held on Friday, July 26, 2013 at the Brownfield Rec Centre at 2:00 p.m. with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. The eulogy was read by Bradan McLean. Tributes were given by Orville Hawthorn & Bud Kelts. Soloist Jill Hackney sang “It Is Well With My Soul”. Soloist, Sandy Foster sang “What A Friend We Have In Jesus”. Special Music was by Laurel, Becky, Stephanie, Sasha & Julia. A video in memory of Richard was played during the service. Active Pallbearers were Jamie Bruha, Dan Bruha, Martin Kurek, Jay Kurek, Ken Scheffelmaier & Larry Scheffelmaier. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Richard’s Family, Friends and Neighbors”. The interment followed the service at the Fairfield Cemetery. Family and friends gathered in the Rec Centre for a luncheon prepared and served by the Brownfield Baptist Church Ladies and the Brownfield Community. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Richard’s memory to the Coronation Hospital Foundation, Specify, Continuing Care Unit, Mail Bag 500, Coronation, AB, T0C 1C0, The Brownfield Rec Centre, Box 56, Brownfield, AB, T0C 0R0 or to a charity of the donor’s choice. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

Tribute by Bud Kelts

Richard was my brother in law, and one of my favorites. He was always good natured and willing to help anyone who was in need, and always with a smile.

He loved life and especially his wife and family.

Richard wasn’t afraid of hard work and did lots of it with his farm and ranch. But Richard loved to play as well. He used to play ball for the Brownfield Lefties, did some curling, and really liked rodeo and dances. He didn’t miss too many. The girls had to really step or he would jump on their toes.

One fall we were helping Richard combining. We got to the field, greased up, and started off, Richard included. But he got down the field 2 or 300 yards, pulled out and headed back to the truck. My son, Bill saw him, so pulled out and went back to see if Richard needed help.

“Oh no, “Richard said, “today is Hanna’s rodeo. I darn near forgot.” And away he went.

Richard worked hard in his life, but he knew how to stop and smell the roses.

Now, Richard had a few kinks: buffalo, camels, jackass, horses and mules. He like to show them off to anyone at any time.

I saw him go into a pen of first calf buffalo heifers that were calving, to see if a newborn calf was okay. The heifer did her best to get Richard, but he got a tree – not too big a tree either – between the heifer and him and escpaed. He wouldn’t let anybody else in the pen because he claimed they knew him. I call him lucky.

Shortly after Blaine was born, Richard and Marie came to Consort for a visit. It was winter and the roads were bad, but we drove out to Amelia’s for dinner but Clay had to pick us up at the road with the team and sleigh for the last mile or so. Richard was holding Blaine, so arriving at the house he transferred Blaine to Marie. Marie discovered that Richard had been holding Blaine upside-down. Did he get a strip taken off him. Now everybody knows what is wrong with Blaine.

On another occasion, for our daughter Joan’s wedding, Richard had taken Marie to the hairdresser to make herself more beautiful and Richard was to pick her up later. Well, somehow he forgot Marie and took off for the wedding, leaving Marie to bum a ride to Consort. Have I said enough? I’ve seen Marie upset a few times, but never close to this.

Richard had bought a racing quarter horse which I trained for him and we were running in the Medicine Hat race meet. Richard came to watch the race, in which we came in third. So, later in the evening, he took my family to a local bar to socialize a bit. It was crowded, but they had a table. Richard noticed a stranger looking for a seat and called him over to him, “Hey fella, we got room over here.” So he came. Richard shook hands with him and introduced himself, and lo and behold the guy’s name was Leroy Scheffelmaier, a distant cousin that he had never met. Isn’t that just like Richard.

Richard fell into some hard times in his later years, but remained the same hospitable, happy person until his health took it’s toll.

I haven’t seen Richard for over a year. I wanted to remember Richard as I always knew him: as a friendly, happy, smiling person.

He has gone to a better place now, and it’s my guess he’s already dancing with the angels. So long, Richard. We will miss you.

Tribute by Orville Hawthorn

I am very honored to have been asked to say a few words about Richard.

Our family came to Brownfield in 1969, where we operated the store. Richard and Marie were customers of ours and soon became friends. We travelled to the Calgary Stampede, Country and Western shows and various other entertainments.

We had Santa Claus come to the store. Richard was a great Santa. He enjoyed the kids and loved visiting with everyone.

Richard was always on the go. A great community man. He was a Coronation Elk and never missed helping with the rodeos and went to every rodeo in the surrounding areas. He loved auction sales; usually always bought something – but not all of it made it home.

Bob and Doreen, Richard and Marie, Nelda and I would go to dances. Bob and I never had to do much dancing. Richard danced with our wives while we sat and visited.

When I delivered fuel to the farm I always had to stay for coffee. We’d go down to visit Pierre the camel, the donkey and buffalo. Richard enjoyed visitors and having school kids come to see his animals. Marie would always have coffee and lunch. In the summer, Richard would have cattle in the feedlot so Marie could appreciate all the flies.

I would go with Richard to his ranch south of Coronation to check on his cattle with him.

Our last trip we took together was in 2006. The four of us went to B.C. On the way home, we stopped at a restaurant. Richard went to the washroom – he never came out so I started looking for him. He’d gone the wrong way and was outside and was asking a lady, “Have you seen Marie?” The lady did look a bit puzzled. Going through the mountains, Richard would look up and say, “Pretty hard to farm those hills.”

Goodbye old friend. We will miss you.

Card of Thanks

With heartfelt thanks to all our family, friends and neighbours for your many acts of kindness during our recent loss.

Flowers, your gifts of food, cards and special visits meant so much at this time. What a blessing to live in an area with small and caring communities.

Special thanks to Dr. Tolmie, Dr. Thompson, nurses and long term staff for their kindness and excellent care.

– Marie and Family

James Richard Bullard

(Aug. 3, 1934 – Aug. 6, 2013)

James Richard Bullard of Camrose, passed away on Tuesday, August 6, 2013 at the age of 79 years.

Left to cherish his memory are his four children Constance, Terry, Debbie, Kevin; the mother of Constance, Mary; four grandchildren; one great-grandchild; one sister Lorraine Allum.

James was predeceased by his parents.

A funeral service will be held on Friday, September 13, 2013 at 1:00 p.m. from the Burgar Memorial Chapel with Mary Ann Pastuck officiating.

Memorial contributions are gratefully accepted to the charity of one’s choice.

Theodore (Ted) Christianson

(Sept. 30, 1920-Aug. 11, 2013)

Ted Christianson was born to Tom and Ellen Christianson, Sept. 30, 1920, south of Veteran, AB. He was the youngest of five children and the first one of his family born in Canada. His parents had both emigrated from Norway to Ross, North Dakota where they were married on Nov. 11, 1912. They travelled by train to the Veteran area in Nov. 1918 to join the Tom, Ole and Otto Thulien families. They were too late to get a homestead so they lived and worked on the homesteads of others.

It was a very difficult time for the family when their mother died on Feb. 23, 1929 at the young age of 52. She left five children under the age of 16 (Ted only being 8). He attended Rae School across the road from where they lived at the “Ole Thulien” farm. They were able to come home for lunches at noon and he could check on his ”laying hens” and little chicks when they hatched. Ted had to quit school when he was 12 years old as he was needed to work on the farm.

Ted married Gertrude Eleanor Cross on May 1, 1941. After a short honeymoon to Wetaskiwin and Falun areas to visit Henry and Deborah Heistad, they settled on the Bill Rae place south of Veteran. Ted worked for Uncle Tom Thulien and eventually purchased his farmland from them. Ted and Gert raised cattle, chickens and hogs, and milked cows every morning and night. He especially enjoyed growing things and took pride in his grain fields and his big garden, often giving away much of the produce. This was the first year he missed planting a garden.

Ted and Gert were blessed with three children: Ellen in April 1942, Robert (Bob) in April, 1945 and Bonita (Bonnie) in April 1947. A baby girl passed away at birth in Nov. 1943.

In 1948, many families joined together to build a church in Veteran which became known as the Full Gospel Church. Ted was very involved in the Sunday School and served on the Church Board until 1997 at which time he was made an honorary member. He was involved in all areas of the church, often leading singing and working on special projects. He especially enjoyed working with the young people, even building a ball diamond on their farm to give the young people something so do on a Saturday night.

Ted took a very active part in many church and community organizations, often as Chairman, including: Veteran Camp, the Home and School Assoc., Veteran Board of Trade, Special Areas Advisory Council, Acadia Foundation (Consort Lodge), Coronation-Paintearth Nursing Home Board, Full Gospel Bible Institute (now Eston College) as well as serving as Master of Ceremonies at numerous weddings and community events. In 2005, he was awarded an Alberta Centennial Medal.

Ted and Gert moved to the Consort Senior’s Lodge in 2005 but often came back “home” to the farm on weekends. After Gert passed away, on May 9, 2011, Ted lived at the farm while renovations and a new addition were being built at the Lodge. He moved back to the Lodge in Dec. 2011 but usually came back home to the farm for a while on Sunday after church.

Earlier this year Ted had not been feeling well and as he gradually became weaker it was necessary for him to be admitted to the Coronation Hospital on July 31st.He passed away peacefully, with family members at his side, shortly before 1:00 p,m. on Sunday, August 11 at the age of 92 years.

Ted was predeceased by his wife Gertrude; his parents, Tom and Ellen Christianson, an infant daughter; two sisters, Christine and Deborah Heistad; brother, Joe; as well as a number of brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law.

Ted is lovingly remembered by his children, Ellen (Robert) Smith of Black Diamond, Bob (Betty) Christianson of Veteran and Bonnie (Brian) Meyer of Red Deer. He is also survived by grandchildren, Darla (Dan) Duncan, Murray (Joanne) Smith, Harvey (Andrea) Smith, Carolyn (Derek) Morrison, Sheldon (RaeAnn) Smith, Brian (Remi) Christianson, Roberta Christianson, Barbara (Dean) Lange, Beth Christianson, Becky (James) Cousins, Deedra (Geoffrey) Fenton, Chad (April) Meyer, Todd (Giselle) Meyer, as well as 30 great-grandchildren, and a number of nieces and nephews He also leaves to mourn his passing his sister, Esther Heistad, of Calgary and sister-in-law, Anna Cross, also of Calgary.

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August 16, 2013

Today was the day to re-visit Veteran. It can only be described as a happy occasion, not because someone we all loved has left this earth, but has left for what all believed will be an eternal and happy place.

So we gathered, 250 souls strong, to commemorate the life of one human being who lived a life of joy and happiness, not because he had a lot, but because he appreciated a lot.

Four values were dear to Uncle Ted:

1. Love the Lord and believe in eternal love.

2. Love your family — they are your treasure on earth.

3. Love what you do — and appreciate it daily.

4. Love your land, love your animals, love your crops, love the miracles that we witness every day.

Say thank you every day to the people around you. Give them hope. It, in turn, will give you strength and hope of your own.

So with the plane touching down in Edmonton, I set off across the prairies. Town after town disappearing along the roadside with unusual names. The hills gently rising and falling, the bright yellow fields contrasting gently with the dark patches of green trees.

Once in a while a small blue sky pond appears with a few ducks or geese. Not often does the landscape appear occupied in the vast space of the prairie horizon.

When you meet again in a small prairie town — most of the 250 people gathered are all related. In one family, Ted’s three sisters married three brothers, so now all are related in this Veteran town.

Generations pass and Uncle Ted has now 30 great grandchildren. All are loved and all love Grampa Ted. His values in life are passed from generation to generation.

Enjoy life, enjoy the moment, enjoy each other.

We thank Uncle Ted for what he has taught us. It is now our turn to see to it that the next generation can have the same set of life guiding principles.

We love you, Uncle Ted.

The Christiansons from Edmonton, Vancouver, Ontario, England,

Hawaii, California,

Washington, and Idaho

via Denny C.

Card of Thanks:

The family of Ted Christianson would like to thank Dr. John McConnell of Consort and all the Doctors and staff of the Coronation Hospital for the compassionate care that they showed to our father during his stay in the hospital and especially during the final few weeks of his life. Ted received the most amazing care and compassion from the entire staff and their desire to provide comfort to Ted and his family, needs to be commended.

Also, a big Thank You to the exceptional staff of the Consort Seniors Lodge and the Consort Home Care Workers for your commitment to the care and comfort of both our parents while they resided there. To all those in our community who showed your concern and caring through your visits, calls, gifts of food, flowers and cards, we extend our deepest gratitude.

Special thanks to Pastor Darrel and Pat Durksen and to Harry Creech and the staff of the Coronation Funeral Home for your compassionate and professional service. Thanks to John and Norma Broughton and Nils Berg for sharing your musical talents and to those who shared tributes during the memorial service, Ron Allison, Mel Heistad and Ted’s granddaughters. Thank you to Nonavee Kary for making such beautiful floral/garden arrangements for the church. Thank you to the ladies of the Full Gospel Church for serving a delicious lunch following the service.

We are so fortunate to live in such a caring and supportive community.

Robert & Ellen and family

Bob & Betty and family

Brian & Bonnie and family

Warren Anthony Bauman

(Sept. 13, 1976 – Aug. 25, 2013)

Warren Anthony Bauman was born in Calgary on September 13th, 1976. The family lived in Crossfield until he was 6 months old then moved to Trochu. In 1979, the family moved to Consort and was employed by E. & C. Fawcett. Warren played hockey from Grades 1-12 and 2 years with Consort Comets. After moving to Calgary, he continued his hockey career in which he was the captain and goalie for the Sleeping Giants & lead the team in winning Provincial gold. Warren’s hockey number throughout his career was 17. Warren also played baseball in Consort and was part of 2 different Provincial teams. Today you will find the team pictures up in the Consort Sportex.

After graduating high school, he attended DeVry Institute of Technology in Calgary and worked at the Electronic Test Centre in Airdrie until December 2003 where he became employed at Dalimar Instruments Inc. as a Technical Sales Rep. until the present.

Warren’s passion for music was so strong that he was part of a band called Blind Army. He helped write songs, played bass guitar and sang back up. Warren also enjoyed playing poker and taking money from all of his family members and whoever else he could beat.

Warren married Colleen Stojke of Carbon on May 31st, 2008 in Calgary. Two beautiful children were born. Ava Lynn on April 24th, 2010 and Joel Thomas on October 3rd, 2012.

Along with hockey, baseball and poker, Warren enjoyed golfing and camping with family and friends.

Warren put up a good fight with Cancer but passed away on Sunday, August 25th, 2013 at the age of 36 in the Foothills Medical Centre ICU in Calgary.

Mourning Warren’s passing are his wife Colleen and children Ava and Joel; parents Gordon and Bev Bauman; brothers Marvin (Cathie) Bauman, Erwin (Janie) Bauman; father and mother-in-law Adolf and Anne Stojke; brothers-in-law Ed (Tricia) Stojke, Dale (Rhonda) Stojke. Nieces and Nephews Candace (Steve) Maruk; Brandon Bauman; Brittney (Gunnar) Bauman; Steven Law; Tamara Whiteside; Travis Howerton; Melissa, Matthew and Ryan Bauman; Jaydon, Alison and Megan Stojke; Heidi Stojke, Grandmother Pearl Volker, numerous uncles, aunts, cousins and all his many friends.

Warren was predeceased by his cousin Glenda Armstrong; his aunt Mary Sims; his uncle and aunt Ken and Joyce Bauman; uncles Martin Bauman and Dale Barclay; grandparents Fritz and Audrey Bauman; Donald Volker.

The funeral service to honour Warren Bauman took place at the Consort Curling Rink, Consort, Alberta on Saturday, August 31st, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. Officiating was Reverend Helen Reed. Helen read the obituary. A family tribute was given by Warren’s brothers, Marvin and Erwin Bauman and brothers-in-law Ed and Dale Stojke. Special recorded music was “Hockey Please Come Back” by Brett Kissel, “Centerfield” by John Fogerty and “The Hockey Song” by Stompin Tom Connors. An open mic at the luncheon gave opportunity for many friends and family to share some of their fond memories of Warren. A video tribute was played before the service and during the lunch, which was done by Warren’s nieces Candace Maruk, Brittney Bauman and Melissa Bauman. The Honorary Pallbearers were “All Warren’s Family & Friends”. Urn Bearers were Warren’s band mates from Blind Army, Pete Fooks, Robin Hill and Leo Vandenbrun. The interment followed the service at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta.

Family and friends gathered in the Curling Rink for a luncheon prepared and served by the Consort Funeral Lunch Committee. If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Warren’s memory to Warren’s children, for RESP accounts, cheques made payable to Ava Bauman and/or Joel Bauman or to the Alberta Cancer Founadtion. Condolences may be sent to corofuneralhome@xplornet.com

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

Card of Thanks

We would like to thank all the doctors and nurses of the I.C.U. of the Calgary Foothills Hospital for their exceptional care given to Warren in his final days.

Special thanks to Marvin, Erwin, Ed and Dale for your loving tributes to Warren. As well, to Candace, Brittney and Melissa for your awesome video tribute presentation.

Thanks very much to Reverend Helen Reed for officiating and Heather Caseley of the Coronation Funeral Home for your professionalism at such a trying time.

Many thanks to Pete, Robin and Leo for bearing the urn.

Also to Pete, Rob, Jared, Jen, Candace and the Sleeping Giants hockey team for your inspirational stories about Warren, at the reception.

A huge thank you to the Potluck Group and Elaine & her family, for the wonderful meals provided for us. Also, to Sandy and Staff at the Consort Lodge for your hospitality to Colleen, Ava and Joel. It was greatly appreciated.

To all those in our community who helped in any way to ease our pain by your visits, calls, gifts of food, flowers and cards, we extend our deepest gratitude.

To the ATB, Wainwright Credit Union and RBC for the bake sale, soup, coffee, cake and Jersey raffle for Ava, Joel and Colleen.

To friends and family who helped set up and take down tables and chairs in the curling rink, a huge thank you, as well as the Consort Community Funeral Committee for the delicious reception.

We are so fortunate to have small town love and support at such a devastating time and it will never be forgotten.

Colleen & family

Gordon, Bev & family

Marvin, Cathie & family

Erwin, Janie & family

Adolf, Anne & family

Ed, Tricia & family

Dale, Rhonda & family

Velma Elsie Grace Leboldus

(Dec. 22, 1918-July 29, 2013)

Velma Leboldus passed away peacefully on July 29, 2013 at Southwood Hospice following a brief illness at the age of 94 years.

Velma grew up in Compeer, Alberta and moved to Calgary in 1956. She was proud to be one of the founding members of Christ Lutheran Church and following its closure in 2007, she joined The Church of the Good Shepherd. She also devoted 50 years of volunteer service at Bethany Care Centre.

Velma is survived by her daughters Ronda (Wayne) Cox and Joy Barnim; her grandchildren Jeanette Leboldus, Ryan Baker and Trina (Scott) Boyd; her great-grandsons Kane, Xander and Ansel Boyd; as well as her sisters Verda and Lana. She was predeceased by her husband Gabriel (1971) and son Lyle (2012).

A Celebration of Life was held at The Church of the Good Shepherd, 408 – 38 Street S.W. on Saturday, August 3, 2013 at 11:00 a.m. Please forward condolences through www.hffs.com.

If so desired, memorial tributes may be made directly to Southwood Hospice, 211 Heritage Drive S.E., Calgary, AB T2H 1M9 (Telephone 403-252-0620) or to The Church of the Good Shepherd, 408 – 38 Street S.W., Calgary, AB T3C 1T1 (Phone 403-246-8123).

The family wishes to sincerely thank the health care professionals at Southwood Hospice for their compassion and wonderful care, as well as all of her friends and family who came to visit.

Barry Hall Mogck

(May 3, 1945 – Aug. 10, 2013)

Barry Mogck passed away suddenly in the Red Deer hospital with his family by his side.

He was predeceased by his parents, Ronald and Nellie Mogck. Left to mourn are his wife, Gariann; his daughter Carla (Sheldon) Valentine; his son Travis (Tanya) Mogck; his wife’s daughter Tiann Haase (Joe Jankovics); and his sister Jacqueline Seward.

Nine grandchildren will always remember Grandpa Bear – Deshann and Kirstyn Valentine; Parker, Brooklyn and Heaton Mogck; Tyson, Justice, Kiera Hasse and Aurora Jankovics.

Barry also leaves Gariann’s extended family and Jacqueline’s three children and their families.

Barry’s grandchildren were a large part of his and Gariann’s life. Camping trips and visits to the farm were always a highlight.

May your star shine bright, Barry.

Anna Marie Dafoe

(Oct. 27, 1923 – Aug. 9, 2013)

The funeral service to honor Anna Marie Dafoe was held on August 14, 2013 at the First United Church in Hanna, Alberta. Officiating clergy was Reverend Leila Currie. Pianist Michelle Viste played for the hymns, “Precious Lord Take My Hand” and “Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee”. The Eulogy was given by Ennis and Kathy Myers. Pallbearers were Tyler Dafoe, Denton Dafoe, Barry Dafoe, Jason May, Danny Dafoe and Shannon Mitchell. Honorary Pallbearers were all of Ann’s family and friends. Interment was at Youngstown Cemetery followed by refreshments in the Church Hall.

Tribute by

Ennis & Kathy Myers

On August 9, 2013, Anna Marie Dafoe [Kroeger] passed away peacefully at the age of 89 at the Hanna Health Care Centre.

Ann, was born Oct. 28, 1923 in Rosenthal, Russia to Heinrich (Henry) & Helena Kroeger. She was one of 7 children, five boys and two girls. When she was 3, the Kroeger family immigrated to Canada arriving at Monitor and began their new life at Naco, Alberta. Her growing up years were spent in the area around Consort until Anna went to Calgary and earned her teaching certificate at Calgary University. She returned home to teach in Lawrence School where she met Fred Dafoe.

They were married on April 21, 1946, and began married life on the farm Fred bought from Mike Pidherney near Hemaruka. In 1947 a son, Dennis was born, followed by a second son, Barri in 1948. In 1952, their only daughter, Michelle was born, followed by James “Jim” in 1956 and Carson in 1958.

They lived a mile across the field from where I was raised and my mom babysat when needed, so we watched their family grow and also saw tragedy and sorrow in their lives. A caring and compassionate person, Anna always wanted the best for everyone. She had great devotion to her family.

Ann taught me from grades three to six in St. Elmo School, just up the road. There was a radio program that we had to listen to at school. Some of us decided we didn’t care for it so we put a metal knife on a tube so the radio would not work. When she picked the radio up to check it, the knife fell out. Of course, no one knew how it got there. She took that as just a prank and let it go. Some time later we decided to improve on our undertaking. Where the aerial wire went out through the window it seemed to have gotten severed right under the windowsill. This took much longer to discover. I don’t remember the consequences. She was a very even-tempered and soft-spoken teacher, although, I did hear by the grapevine that a few years later all the boys in one class did feel the leather. They must have been pretty bad!

Since it was a one-room school with grades up to nine, after lunch, the teacher read for the benefit of the younger children. When Ann liked a book we could easily get her to read extra long. We used to think our teacher could answer any question. This was not true. One of the books was “Smoky the Cow Horse” and when Ann read that they rounded up the horses in the spring to geld the yearlings, one of the girls asked what geld meant. Mrs. Dafoe told her to ask her father when she got home.

In 1959, Fred’s folks retired to Hanna and Fred and Ann bought their farm and moved over to it. When St. Elmo School was closed she continued teaching in Hemaruka School until it closed in 1967. She then took a position in Youngstown School where she stayed until she retired in 1982.

While she was teaching in Youngstown, their grandson, Danny would stay with us if the men were busy with things that weren’t safe for a toddler. In the morning, she would be running late from getting things ready for the day and Kathy would have to pull his little arms from around Ann’s neck. They were both crying and feeling sad for him but his crying would stop as he waved “bye” to Grandma. Right after four, Ann would be back to pick him up on her way home and he would cry “have tea Gramma, have tea”; because he wasn’t done whatever he was doing! Often Ann would have tea, but during seeding or harvest she was the one pulling him away, bawling included. This ritual was repeated every time he stayed!

Ann was more than a teacher to our family, as she was our cousin, and our friend and neighbour. We worked together with her and Fred during harvest or any time something had to be done with the cattle. At branding, we looked forward to being well fed and then when our branding needed to be done, Ann would be there to help. Kathy always appreciated that, as our kids were little.

Her years of teaching made an appropriate outlet for her creativity as many a child gained from it. Kathy thinks their friendship must have started back in grade five and they were still doing crafts together until Fred and Ann moved to Hanna. She appreciated beauty, scenery, pictures and flowers and surrounded herself with these things. She liked collecting and had an extensive collection of shells and rocks from the places she’d been.

There were always lots of family and friends around the Dafoe farm. Summer holidays were filled with cousins and fun. We spent many evenings visiting or playing cards up to the time when Fred and Ann sold the farm to Jim and Wendy in 1981. Then we had to travel farther to visit.

Ann and Fred spent their retirement years enjoying community life and traveling extensively across Canada, exploring for weeks the many wonderful places in the country. They also spent a few winters in Phoenix, Arizona with Fred’s sister, Nell.

Even with her severe motion sickness, her dream destination was always to travel to the country of her birth. She was able to do that with some of her brothers in the late 1990’s. She shared her many different stories with her family when she returned.

Ann’s generous heart led her to join and volunteer for many organizations throughout her life. She was a long time member of the Hemaruka Women’s Institute, making life-long friends with the women in that area. Reading was a fond pastime of Ann’s and she always had a good book at hand, usually non-fiction.

She was a dedicated member of the Legion and proudly wore her uniform whenever she was needed. When they moved to Hanna, Ann joined the Ladies Hospital Auxiliary, and remained devoted to them until her illness. In these later years, Ann moved into the Hanna Long Term Care, where she lived out her days happily in the loving care of the staff, there. Even though she lost most of her eyesight, she always knew our voices.

She was predeceased by her mother in 1958 and father in 1971, her son Carson in 1979, her loving husband, Fred in 2004. Her brothers Henry, Nick, and Art Kroeger and her sister Helen Thornton, also predeceased her. Anna is survived by her children, Dennis and Diann of Calgary, Barri and Lonnie of Hanna, Michelle and Shannon Mitchell of Beaumont, Jim and Wendy of Coronation, daughter-in-law, Linda of Lethbridge, 14 grandchildren, 23 great grandchildren and 1 great great grandchild. She is also survived by two brothers, George and sister-in-law Irene Kroeger and Pete and sister-in-law Cathy Kroeger of B.C., as well as numerous nieces and nephews, other relatives and a host of many friends. She was much appreciated and will be greatly missed by all of us.

Grandma

by Kelli-Ann King,

Granddaughter

It’s always sad but comforting

to silently recall,

Your smile and sparkling blue eyes so loved

by one and all.

For the world may keep turning and changing

from day to day,

But precious memories of you will never fade away.

Pancakes and gravy

a delight to any meal,

Your amazing collection of sea shells

a memory no one can steal.

For most of us crokinole is now a favored game,

And for me ‘Dolly’ will always be my special name.

Here’s hoping that this message, which carries

so much love,

Will somehow find its way to you in heaven above,

It’s to let you know,

dear Grandma,

Although you are at rest you’ll live forever in

our hearts,

Those who loved you best.

Gordon Gerald Wilson

(Sept. 14, 1948 – Sept. 4, 2013)

Never looking for praise, never one to boast, Dad just went on quietly working for those he loved the most. His dreams were seldom spoken and his wants were very few and most of the time his worries went unspoken too. He was there…strong, silent and content.

Gordon Gerald Wilson was born September 14, 1948 in Oyen Alberta, the fifth child born to Myrtle and Charlie Wilson. Gordon had a busy childhood, full of fun and work. He often spoke fondly of his Barker grandparents and had dreams of moving to Bentley, where his grandparents retired.

Gordon married Carolynne Barrack on July 17, 1971 and together they had two daughters, Christie and Gaylene. Outnumbered at times, he still enjoyed the ‘girls’ and learned a lot along the way. Gordon and Carolynne spent little time apart and appreciated their love and commitment to each other. Grandchildren were a gift he enjoyed, he especially liked to talk “donald duck” to the little ones and truly treated them all equally.

Gordon was hardworking, strong and very resilient. He was very resourceful and could make something amazing with little, or less than most. Always willing to help out, never needing direction, he just figured things out on his own. He loved to build pieces of furniture out of whatever he could find and made lots of treasures for family and friends.

He was extremely athletic and excelled in all sports, but loved baseball above all others. MVP was an award he enjoyed more than most. Gordon was a natural athlete and spent many of his happiest times, playing or watching sports.

Quiet, private and shy, Gordon loved to be in the background assisting. A man of few words, he was organized and kept everything in order. Although, reserved, Gordon had a great sense of humor and a smirk was always the beginning of a great contagious laugh. A good listener, smart and thoughtful, he was easy to be around.

Strong and full of patience, he was slow to anger and lived without judgment for others. Gordon’s life was full of challenges and he met each one, with courage and strength. Always gentle, Gordon will be remembered for his eternally calm nature and agreeable spirit.

Gordon is survived by his wife Carolynne (Barrack); daughters Christie (Dale) {Keatan, Regan, Brice & Logan} Dick, Gaylene (Len) {Jaxon, Triston & Paislee} Zimmer; siblings Shirley (Reiny) Schroeder, Lawrence (Linda) Wilson, Wayne (Marguerite) Wilson; sisters-in-law Sherry (Rob) Wiltse and Catherine Stoller; mother-in-law Shirley (Barrack) Gattey; and many nieces and nephews. He was pre-deceased by parents Myrtle and Charlie Wilson and brother Donald (Nancy) Wilson.

Funeral Service was held Tuesday, September 10, 2013, at the New Brigden Community Hall in New Brigden, Alberta with Gerry Getz officiating. Special music was provided by Ralph & Marvel Jorgenson. Pallbearers were Janice Tanaschyk, Bill Barrack, Randy Barrack, Jeffrey Wilson, Travis Wilson and Duane Schroeder. Honorary Pallbearers were Grandchildren: Keatan, Regan, Brice, Logan, Jaxon, Triston, Paislee; Special Aunts: Olive Holmes and Rema Miller; Treasured Friends: Vic & Marilyn Kroker, Helen & Henry Kroker, Carol Johnson, Edith & Ed Beaudoin, Keith & Donna MacLean, and Dixie McMullen.

Memorial tributes may be directed to the Central Curling Club, Box 43, New Brigden, Alberta, T0J 2G0; Sedalia Community Hall, Box 37, Sedalia, Alberta, T0J 3C0; or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the New Brigden and Sedalia communities in the New Brigden Community Hall.

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

Pearl Volker

(Feb. 22, 1919-Sept. 15, 2013)

Elsie Pearl McNeill was born February 22, 1919 to Malcolm and Emily McNeill in Consort, Alberta.

When she was 18 years old Pearl started working for Lester and Beulah Lohr at Erskine, Alberta. This is where she met the hired man “Don Volker” whom she married on December 31, 1939. To this union seven children were born, six girls and one boy. After raising her family she began house cleaning in Stettler for various families. She also spent ten years working alongside her husband as a janitor at the Erskine School.

Pearl belonged to the Union Hall Good Times Club while they resided in the Union Hall district. When they moved into Erskine she was a member of the U.C.W., where she was recognized for 50 years of dedicated service. Pearl was a faithful member of the Marvella Rebekah Lodge, holding many positions within the club. Some of her favorite activities were: playing pool (in her younger years), floor curling, dancing, playing cards, camping and singing around the campfire with lots of friends and family.

In 2002, she moved into Heart Haven Lodge in Stettler where she resided until her passing. Pearl passed away on September 15, 2013 in the Stettler Health Care Centre at the age of 94 years.

Pearl was predeceased by her parents Malcolm and Emily McNeill, husband Don Volker, siblings Bob (Marj) McNeill, Mary (Claire) Stevens, Eva (Howard) Volker, infant sister and infant brother, sons in law Martin Bauman and Dale Barclay, grandsons baby Timothy Gardner and Warren Bauman and great great granddaughter Emily Humbke.

She is survived by her daughters: Marlene Bauman (Alec), Carole Barclay, Bev Bauman (Gordon), Elaine Cornelssen (Bob), Barb Gardner (Stan), Brenda Reinbold (Dave) and son Allyn Volker (Wendy); 21 grandchildren, 47 great grandchildren and 23 great great grandchildren; other relatives and many friends.

Funeral services were held at the Heartland Chapel of Stettler Funeral Home on Friday, September 20, 2013 at 2:00 PM with Rev. Susan Bowyer officiating. Tributes were given by Barry Stevens and Memories of Grandma were presented by grandchildren Debbie Waugh and Marvin Bauman. Musical Tributes were presented by Marlene Bauman, Alec Salmon, Lane Damberger and Dave Reinbold. Organist Evelyn Strandquist played for the hymns and for soloist Dorothy Hebert as she sang “In the Garden.”

Following the service family and friends gathered in the Heartland Reception Centre for a time of fellowship and a luncheon by the Union Hall Ladies. Interment took place at Erskine Cemetery where she was laid to rest with her grandsons as Pallbearers: Duane Bauman, Marvin Bauman, Terry Barclay, Kerwin Cornelssen, Kelvin Cornelssen, Don Gardner and Kory Reinbold. Honorary Pallbearers were all her beloved grandchildren and her cherished family and friends. The family sang one of Pearl’s favorite songs “You Are My Sunshine.”

Memorial donations may be made to the Erskine Cemetery, Erskine UCW or to S.T.A.R.S., c/o Box 1780, Stettler, AB T0C 2L0. Condolences may be viewed or sent to the family by going to www.stettlerfuneralhome.com

Norman Dewald

(Oct. 20, 1937-Sept. 16, 2013)

Norman Frederick was born on October 20, 1937 in Macklin, Saskatchewan to Peter and Genoveve Dewald. Norman passed away on September 16, 2013 at the University of Alberta Hospital, Edmonton, Alberta at the age of 75 years.

Though finding much in life to enjoy, from chariot racing, sports, farming and being a Lions member; Norm will be remembered for his community spirit and willingness to help, love of his family and cattle—which maybe he knew best, and his unique gift of never losing an argument.

Norman will be dearly missed by his three children, Robert (Twila) and their children, Kayla and Dillon, Shelly (Blair Hemstock) Dalton and their children, Brittany and Alisha (Donnie), and Garnet (Alisha) and his children, Belle and Joel; siblings, Val Dewald, Connie (Pat) Dewald, Agnus Durand, Vicki Conway, Katie (Bill Mayowski) Harrison, Bob (June) Dewald, Gertie Marks, Viola (Wayne) Baynham, and Otto (Elsie) Dewald; as well as numerous extended relatives, friends, and neighbors.

Norman was predeceased by his wife, Marion; siblings, Tony, Betty, Verna, Chris, Mary, and Barbara; brother-in-law, Mervin McCush.

The Funeral Service was held Saturday, September 21, 2013, 2:00 p.m. at the Altario School Gym, Altario, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Pastor Darrel Durksen and the pianist was Pat Durksen. Words of Remembrance were given by Carmon Dewald. Pallbearers were Blair Hemstock, Dillon Dewald, Neil Galloway, Larry Evans, Elwin Bouchard and Allen Heck. Honorary Pallbearers were all Norman’s brothers, sisters, and those who were part of Norman’s life. Interment was at Altario Cemetery. A reception was held following the service, where family and friends gathered together for a time of fellowship and refreshments in the school gymnasium.

Tribute to My Dad

By Shelly

I’m not sure how to say goodbye to you, Dad, but I guess I have to find a way. So hard to think you won’t be here anymore. We have so many wonderful memories of you, Dad. Never was there a time you weren’t there for me. You took my hand in yours and led me through some tough times in my life. Without you and Garnet I wouldn’t of been able to keep my land. And my girls so loved living with you, you were more than grandpa to them, you were like a dad, too. We have so many wonderful memories of living with you that we will cherish forever. Some funny ones too, there was never a dull moment. Like the time you wanted us to come out to the field to clean the windows in the tractor and Brittany was messing aroiund with the can of Kleen-flo and it sprayed in grandpa’s face. His whole face was covered with white foam except where his glasses sat. Brittany wasn’t long getting out of the truck. Or the time the girls and I were helping grandpa chase the heifers and of course it didn’t go too well. When we finally got them in, we were riding on the end gate of the truck and then dad stuck the gun out the window and Alisha said, “Oh Mom, we really made Grandpa mad now.” I said, “Alisha, I think we should be safe, he’s going to shoot gophers not us.” You helped me raise my girls and for that, Dad, I will be eternally grateful. You taught me to work hard, stand up for what you believe in and that if you gave your word it meant something and to try and always do the right thing. The only thing that gives me peace is you’re with Mom and tell Mom I love her and miss her.

Love you Dad, and we are going to miss you.

Poem For Grandpa

–From Brittany

Lord shepherd my

Grandfather passed

Today

In green pastures let

Him lay

Let still waters guide

His way

Restoreth his soul, I pray

Lead him in the paths of right

Through the valley give him light

When he’s afraid ease his fright

May he dwell in thy house forever

Close The Gate

–Read by Alisha Dalton

For this one farmer

The worries are over,

Lie down and rest

Your head,

Your time has been

And struggles enough,

Put the tractor in the shed.

Years were not easy,

Many downright hard,

But your faith in

God transcended,

Put away your tools

And sleep in peace.

The fences have all been mended.

You raised a fine family, Worked the land well and always followed the Son,

Hang up your shovel inside of the barn;

Your work here on earth is done.

A faith few possess

Led your journey through life,

Often a jagged and stony way,

The sun is setting,

The cattle are all bedded, And here now is the end of your day.

Your love of God’s soil

Has passed on to your kin;

The stories flow like fine wine,

Wash off your work boots in the puddle

Left by blessed rain one final time.

You always believed

That the good Lord would provide and

He always had somehow,

Take off your gloves and put them down,

No more sweat and worry for you now.

Your labor is done,

Your home now is heaven; No more must you wait,

Your legacy lives on,

Your love of the land,

And we will close the gate.

By Nancy Kraayenhof

Words of Remembrance

By Carmon Dewald

My name is Carmon Dewald and Norman was my uncle.

After surviving a childhood of growing up with 16 brothers and sisters, Norm went on to work on a seismic crew, he worked in a bank and as a hired hand . . . . all these things combined seems to sum up farming.

Norm married the love of his life, Marion McCush on September 4th, 1963. They had three children; hard working sons Robert and Garnet, and their beautiful daughter Shelly.

In 1955, Norm bought his first purebred Hereford and continued to raise Hereford cattle until 1966 when he started to introduce Charolais bulls to his herd. He was a loyal Charolais breeder until his passing. The family always joked with him that he might of known his cows better than his children.

In 1970, Norm and Marion moved the family to Malagash, Nova Scotia, where he managed a cow/calf feed operation. The residents of Nova Scotia could not believe that he was going to winter cattle outside in the bush with a shelter. Their belief was to have them in a barn from October until May . . . But that was not how Norman operated.

Norm imported his first French Charolais females from France, which he proudly led off the ship himself.

In 1973, the family return-ed to Alberta with Norm, if you can imagine, driving across Canada with the heifers and a Shetland pony named Peanut back to the Dewald family farm.

He was proud of his Charwald Charolais and proudly held a Bull sale every year starting in March 1994.

In earlier years, he enjoyed racing chariots against his good friend, Herman Flad. There was one particular horse named Rocket that would not run for Herman. Finally giving in to the horse, Herman traded with Norman for a more cooperative horse. Norm and Rocket must have got on well together, because after he got Rocket, he never lost to Herman again.

On this day, as you may already know, there are many entertaining stories that could be shared about Norman and we could go on for days, but here’s one that stands out . . . Norm had just bought a bull and was driving it home when, as usual, something very Norman happened. While driving, Norm caught a strange sight out of the corner of his eye; it was the bull and the stock trailer, off the hitch. At the same time, Norman sees a semi-trailer approaching. Someone must have been watching over Norm that day because the trailer slide between him and the semi. The trailer went down the ditch, up the other side and rested on the railway allowance.

A good Samaritan stopped and helped Norm hook up the trailer and he and the bull were on their way again. After having the bull in his possession for the next few days, he once again found himself in a bit of a puzzling situation. He couldn’t figure out why the bull wouldn’t do what bulls do . . .

It might have been . . . that the bull was a little traumatized . . . from the ride home.

Norm was an avid Member of the Community and a loyal Lions Club member for many years. He never missed a community function; though was known on occasion to be a little late.

He enjoyed spending time with family . . . and he was always there to help friends and neighbors . . . with a helping hand.

His favorite past times were disking, playing cards, watching Blue Jays, his Flames and having loud spirited conversations . . . and once in awhile even an argument or two with his family and friends.

Norm was a simple, hard working man . . . who loved his family . . . he loved the land and he loved cattle.

Many days he was found leaning on the corrals just staring at his cows . . .

His love for the land continued while farming with his son and his daughter-in-law until his passing.

We are going to miss a loving father, a special grandfather, a loyal brother, a dear uncle and friend, and a true companion to his dogs Cooper and George.

Rest in Peace, Norman.

Thank You from the

Dewald families:

On behalf of our family we would like to express our gratitude and sincere thanks to all our friends, neighbours, and all of dad’s siblings and their families for their support during Dad’s (Norman Dewald) illness. We would like to say a huge thank you to everyone for the phone calls, the food that was brought to our houses, and for all the flowers. Thank you to all the neighbours and friends who came and helped Garnet & Alisha combine. Also, a huge thank you to everyone who helped set up and cleanup for our dad’s funeral. We would also like to say thank you to Gregory’s Funeral Home for their kindness and compassion shown to us during this difficult time. We would also like to say thank you to Pastor Darrel Durksen for doing a lovely service and his wife Pat for playing piano. Also, thank you to all the pallbearers for honoring our father. Thank you to our cousin, Carmon Dewald for providing us with a wonderful eulogy. As well, a special thank you to the doctors and nurses at the Provost Hospital and the U of A hospital that took wonderful care of our dad. It’s times like these that one is grateful for living in a small community because friends and neighbours come together to help each other. Thank you so much to each and every one of you for everything you have done for our family during this difficult time.

Robert, Twila & Family

Shelly, Blair & Family

Garnet, Alisha & Family

Allan Andrew Zinger

(Nov. 26, 1941-Sept. 8, 2013)

Born November 26,1941 in Castor, Alberta. Went to live with Jesus September 8, 2013 in Castor, Alberta.

Allan was born to Walter and Josephine Zinger alongside his identical twin brother, Claud.

Allan attended his grade school in Coronation, then went on to obtain his education and physical education degrees at the University of Alberta.

He married Jean Willis in 1962 and from this union four children were born; Steven, Kathleen, Martin and Leanne.

Allan’s life was full of the job for sports, music, farming, family and God. Whatever Allan did he became totally focused and gave it 100 per cent. There are so many memories to share so just to mention a few:

Allan was given a talent to play many different instruments. He shared this talent by playing in family dance bands, parades, Remembrance Day services and taught music lessons to many.

He played and coached baseball. From this came many friendships and stories. Allan enjoyed pitching – he maybe wasn’t the fastest but he had lots of ‘junk’! He pitched his last game at the age of 48.

Curling was another game he enjoyed. He was part of a team that played in the play-downs to go to the Brier. He won and placed in many ‘spiels. He last won the Farmer’s bonspiel in 2005 at the age of 63.

Another sport loved was golf. He played in many tournaments and mens nights. There he acquired the nickname ‘Amazinger’! How fitting.

Allan spent hours building the ‘place of blessings’, Zinger Music Barn. Nail by nail and board by board, it was completed for all to enjoy.

Allan loved to visit, have coffee, laugh and spread his love for God. He wanted everyone to know God loves us, and how we love him back is the most important thing in life. He became a son, brother, husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather to be proud of. We, his family, are so thankful to have had him as a mentor in our lives.

Card of Thanks

We want to thank everyone for the phone calls, cards, flowers, food and visits; the setting up, lunch and music at the service; Phil Doan, ambulance staff, fire and rescue staff, Castor hospital, Dr. Hanton and Coronation Funeral Home. If we have missed anyone, please know that it was only missed by words, not by our gratefulness.

God truly worked through you all to comfort us.

Closing with Allan’s favourite quote “Praise the Lord”!

Jeannie,

Steven (Rachel),

Brett (Nicole),

Jessica (Jay),

Janelle, Blake.

Kathleen (Barry),

Blaine (Kristy), Everly,

Megan (Colten).

Martin (Vanessa),

Jared, Tannin.

Harvey Lorne Johnstone

(Oct. 11, 1943-Sept. 20, 2013)

Harvey passed away peacefully at home with his family at his side, which was his wish. He had struggled with cancer for the past four years – never complaining and always strong, but ever so sad that he wouldn’t be here to see and share more of his family’s life stories.

Harvey was born in Consort Hospital the second and last child of Wilson and Zita Johnstone. He attended school at Lakesend, Wheatridge, Nose Hills and Veteran, riding horseback to and from both Lakesend and Wheatridge.

In 1965, he married Sandra Schetzsle and they settled down in the Nose Hills area on the old Percy Grey farm. It was here they raised their family with many laughs and much love.

As a child, Harvey’s life was filled with many friends, lots of hard work, much music and endless laughter. He played banjo in the “Beebe orchestra” with Uncle Earl, Auntie Maime, Russ, Keith and Bob and occasionally Jim McKay. He thoroughly enjoyed all the fun and occasional “trouble” they would get into.

Harvey enjoyed sports and played fastball and hockey with the Nose Hills teams for many years. In later years, he played recreational hockey with the Coronation Old Stock and gained many new friends in the process.

Harvey’s main loves were Sandra, his wife of 48 years, his four children and spouses and grandchildren, all of whom he was so proud, his friends and his farm surrounded by the hills. He really enjoyed grain farming – the cattle, not so much. Harvey always worked hard to provide for his family.

He enjoyed dancing, camping, fishing, golfing and travelling. Harvey and Sandra annually travelled south, usually for about a month. In later years, the destination was usually Arizona to visit Sandra’s mom and Nevada for a bit of golf and gaming. They also took a motorhome tour all the way to Brownsvillle, Texas for their 25th anniversary, enjoyed a cruise to the Mexican Riviera and Hawaiian Islands, and toured the Maritime provinces only last summer.

Harvey is survived by his loving wife Sandra, son Randy (Debbie) Johnstone, daughters Julie (Greg) Schroeder, Candy (Cameron) Brown, Patricia (Kelly) Shaw, nine loving grandchildren: Jordan and Bradley Schroeder, Travis and Eric Johnstone, Erin and Dylan Brown, Breanne, Tristen and Alyssa Shaw, all of which he would have given his life for. He is also survived by his sister, Jeanette Davis and one aunt, Alice Beebe and many cousins, nieces and nephews.

He was predeceased by his parents and parents-in-law, brother-in-law Rob Davis; sister-in-law and brother-in-law Sharon and Larry Wilson.

Harvey and Sandra spent many beautiful mornings and evenings out on the deck this past year when Harvey was no longer able to get out much, visiting with his friends and enjoying nature and having coffee with his son Randy.

His family and all who were a part of his life will sadly miss Harvey. We will honour his memory by doing our best to try to continue to make him proud of us all.

The funeral service to honour Harvey Lorne Johnstone took place at the Full Gospel Church, Veteran, Alberta on Wednesday, September 25, 2013 at 2 p.m.

Officiating was Pastor Darrel Durksen. Pianist was Linda Schetzsle, playing for the congregational hymn “What A Day That Will Be”.

Scripture Readings and The Lord’s Prayer was led by Susan Schetzsle.

Memories and Thank You to a Special Dad and Grandpa was shared by daughter, Julie Schroeder. Harvey’s daughters, Julie Schroeder, Candy Brown and Patty Shaw sang “In The Garden”. Gary Ulseth sang “Mansion Over The Hilltop” accompanied by Carolyn Devereux, Nils and Jeanette Berg.

A special tribute to a friend was given by Johnny Forrest. Special music, “Amazing Grace” was played by Nils and Jeanette Berg and Carolyn Devereux. There was opportunity given to those who wished to share their memories of Harvey.

The Urn Bearer was Harvey’s son Randy Johnstone. The honorary pallbearers were “All of Harvey’s Grandchildren”. Family and friends gathered in the Community Hall for a luncheon prepared and served by the Full Gospel Church Ladies, Communities In Bloom and neighbours.

If friends so desire memorial tributes may be made in Harvey’s memory to The Veteran Minor Sports, Box 639, Veteran, AB, T0C 2S0, Coronation Curling Club, Box 831, Coronation, AB, T0C 1C0 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.

Julie’s Tribute

by Julie Schroeder

Everyone has that certain someone in their life that gives them strength when you have none, courage when you are weak, hope when all is lost and love, simply because it is a gift to give. My father was that person to me.

The most important life lessons are ones that my father never actively tried to teach me. He simply lived them. Dad was a man with strong integrity, dedication and commitment to his family. He exemplified the type of person we all strive to be. Never giving advice unless we asked him, never telling us what we did wrong, simply let us find our way but was always there if we chose the wrong path.

My dad was very dedicated to his family. With the exception of work, nothing filled my dad’s time that didn’t involve his family. He would drive everywhere and anywhere if one of his children or grandchildren were playing baseball, hockey, volleyball, curling or attending music recitals. He was your biggest fan. As generous as my dad was with his time and his assistance, he was even more generous with his love.

Dad loved to camp, fish and golf, but in the last five years it became an annual event for all of our families to get together and gather at Capt Ayre Lake for a weekend of great laughter, games and the occasional craziness. Dad loved to sit by the fire and listen to Cam, Kelly, Greg and Randy making fun of each other and telling funny stories and sometimes when they were just about to cross that invisible line, dad would do his famous hand gesture, one that we all love to do to this day. Dad also loved fireworks and every year the annual camping trip got bigger and better with the fireworks display. It was this past August that dad found incredible strength to be able to be part of one last trip to the lake to see what kind of fireworks display we would have.

Many people knew dad to be a great dancer. I remember watching my mom and dad as a young girl and being completely in awe of how smooth he was and could hardly wait until he would teach me. Dad, the dance floor was full during the last campout when you were sleeping. Everyone had a turn and you would have loved it. We will also keep the tradition of drumming on the dashboard and singing, both of which you loved to do after a night out with friends.

Dad’s greatest love was mom. In fact their marriage was a model to his children that will be hard to live up to. He and mom did everything together. He relied on her and she relied on him. There wasn’t a problem that they didn’t work out together.

Dad loved the farm. He taught us respect for animals even letting us bring into the house just about every creature we could find, if it meant we could save it. Even baby skunks. He simply wanted us to embrace the simple things God gave us.

Today we say goodbye to a husband, father and grandfather, but many of you here today say goodbye to a friend. Dad taught us the value of friendship. It was evident every time any of his friends stopped by. So many great memories were made around the kitchen table, so much laughter which by the end of the night would usually lead to more singing and dancing. He loved each of you.

My dad had many loves and interests but if there is one thing that I would want you to remember my dad for, it would be that he loved us with all his heart. As we gather here today to celebrate his life, I know there is not one member of my dad’s family that wishes dad had loved them more. We simply wished we could have loved him longer.

I love you through the weeds.

Eulogy

by Johnny Forrest

Our family became neighbours to the Johnstones about 49 years ago and it didn’t take long for me to realize that we had lucked out in the neighbour department, the Johnstone family being what is best described as salt of the earth farm folks. In a rural community good neighbours are often your most valuable asset. As we became better acquainted, Sandra and Harvey and Jeanette and I became good friends; sharing holidays with our kids, attending social functions together, watching our families grow up, many card games (boys against the girls) and many, many visits over coffee.

We and the Johnstones helped one another at branding time for nearly 49 years, a job I always looked forward to as, along with the work, it always involved a lot of fun, a good visit and one of Sandra’s home cooked meals.

Last spring was the first time Harvey missed it, and it was a sad day for both of us. If I were to list all the good memories I have of time spent with Harvey, we would be here all day. So I will only mention one or two. The four of us driving along, singing along with the eight track and Harvey keeping time on the dashboard (he was a darn good dashboard drummer, and also singer). Or the time the Johnstones hosted a party in their first little home – I bet several people remember that party. There was no room to dance inside, so they moved the speakers out on the lawn where we danced ‘till sunrise: the next day that grass looked like a herd of buffalo had been penned up on it for a week. Harvey always had a good laugh when we recalled that.

Harvey was a devoted husband, father and grandfather. There was nothing too good for Sandra or his kids and grandkids. He was extremely proud of all their accomplishments, but being a very modest person he was very careful not to brag about them. Harvey made every effort to attend sporting events that his family were involved in, even when his health was failing he forced himself to be there for him. I am sure they all know that he loved them dearly.

Next to his family, Harvey loved farming like his dad before him. I don’t think that Harvey ever wanted to be anything but a farmer; he took great joy in watching his and his neighbour’s crops grow and always knew exactly the condition of the crops at any given time. When Harvey and Sandra returned from a trip of any length, Harvey could always give a good account of the crop conditions in the areas that they had travelled. He even inspired me to not just look at livestock but to pay attention to crop conditions so that I could report to him when returning from a trip.

While Harvey was a fairly calm individual most of the year, like most grain farmers he became a man on a mission during spring seeding and harvest. Harvey would not rest easy until the last seed was in the ground in the spring, or the last bushel in the bin in the fall.

Harvey enjoyed all sports. He played ball and hockey with the Nose Hill teams and later enjoyed many games and tournaments with the Coronation Old Stock hockey team. Harvey curled a bit, hunted, fished, played golf and played a mean game of horseshoes. He especially enjoyed the friends and acquaintances he made through sports. Harvey was an avid sports fan; he enjoyed watching all sports, live or on TV. Harvey enjoyed music and in younger years played banjo with the Beebe family band.

When Harvey had his farm work done in the fall he and Sandra took numerous trips to various points in Canada and the United States, and usually managed to spend some time in Laughlin and Jackpot, Nevada. Two recent trips that Harvey especially enjoyed were a Hawaiian cruise and a trip through the Maritime provinces.

Harvey was an extremely moral and honest man and a loyal friend. He was tolerant of different opinions but if there was anything he could not tolerate it was immorality and dishonesty. When Harvey told me about his illness I was impressed – but not surprised – by his courage. He said ‘what will be, will be. We will just have to deal with this as best we can.’ He maintained a positive attitude and lived every day to it’s fullest as long as he was able.

As I mentioned, Harvey was a modest person and I would like to close with a poem that I think is how Harvey would describe himself.

I’m just a Farmer Plain and Simple

by Bobby Collier

I’m just a farmer,

Plain and simple.

Not of royal birth

But rather, a worker of

the earth.

I know not of riches,

But rather, of patches on my britches.

I know of draught and rain,

Of pleasure and pain.

I know of good and bad,

The happy and the sad.

I am a man of emotion.

A man who loves this land,

And the beauty of it’s sand.

I know of a spring’s fresh flow,

And autumn’s golden glow,

Of a newborn calf’s

hesitation,

And an eagle’s

destination.

I know of tall pines,

And long, waiting lines.

Of the warmth of

campfires,

And the agony of flat tires.

But I am a man who loves his job,

And the life I live.

I am a man who works with God,

I cannot succeed without his help.

For you see,

I’m just a farmer,

Plain and simple.

Card of Thanks

Sandra Johnstone and all of her family wish to thank the people of all three communities – Veteran, Coronation and Consort – for all of their support: food, flowers, visits, phone calls, etc., after the loss of Harvey.

Special thanks to all those who helped Randy during haying and harvest, and to extended family for being there for us, always.

Thank you to Heather and staff, Pastor Durksen and all who helped with the service by singing, playing special music and giving tributes. Thank you to the Full Gospel Church ladies and all who brought lunch.

We are truly humbled and grateful for everyone’s efforts to comfort us.

Joyce Elizabeth Hayworth

(Oct. 9, 1932 – Sept. 25, 2013)

Joyce was born in Consort, Alberta on October 9, 1932 to the proud parents of Roy and Martha Knudson. Joyce grew up on the family farm which was located south of Consort.

She was the youngest of five children. She had three brothers: Warren, Walter (Bud), and Leroy Knudson, along with one sister, Louise Kroker.

As a child, she attended Willow Brook School which was located south of Consort. She walked or rode her horse Prince the five miles to school every day.

As a teenager, at the age of fifteen, she wanted to spread her wings and went to live with her brother Warren in B.C. There, she worked briefly as a waitress, before returning to the Consort area where she eventually met and married Arnie Hayworth on October 29, 1949.

In the spring of 1950, they purchased the old Monsees place, where Arnie once lived as a child. They didn’t have the luxury of indoor plumbing until they built a new house in 1967.

They raised four children; Dwayne, Calvin, Marlene, and Verna. Joyce was a loving mother who was very protective of her children. As Arnie once said jokingly, “She would literally stand on his head to look out the bedroom window to see if the children were coming home from their outing.”

Joyce had a passion and love for animals, particularly horses. Her love of animals carried throughout her lifetime. This was evident in the wild animals she cared for and raised which consisted of an Owl named Hootie, a Deer named Bambi, and a skunk named Ribbons, only to name a few.

She was an excellent cook and along with Arnie, loved to entertain friends and relatives at the farm.

In the 1960’s, she furthered her education by obtaining a license to practice as a Physiotherapist and Masseuse. She completed a Post-Graduate Course in Reflex Therapy. She had a reputation amongst her patients as being excellent in her chosen field. She operated her business in Consort, Oyen, and out at the farm.

In 2005, Arnie and Joyce had a farm sale and the following year, they moved to Consort after having lived on the farm all of their lives. After Arnie’s passing, Joyce sold the farm to her son Dwayne and his wife Maureen, who continue to live on the farm to this day.

While living in Consort, she loved playing cards and played every Tuesday afternoon at the Consort Drop-In Center. Joyce spent hours playing cards with Arnie, who insisted upon playing for five dollars a game. She could never figure out why he wanted to play for money, since he lost most of the time.

She loved different types of music and two of her favorite performers were Johnny Reid and Luke Bryan. She had the good fortune, along with her daughters Marlene and Verna, to meet Country Singer Johnny Reid at the Edmonton Airport. The following year, she was excited to attend a concert of his in Red Deer, along with her daughters. She was given a ticket to the concert as a Christmas gift.

She was very pleased to receive a personalized autographed picture from Country Singer Luke Bryan, whose family is a friend of her daughter Verna.

In April 2013, upon returning to Consort from visiting in the states with Verna and family, she developed health issues. She remained positive through her last days with family members always by her side.

Joyce is survived by two sons and two daughters: Dwayne (Maureen) Hayworth, Calvin Hayworth, Marlene (Murray) Magill, Verna Davis (Ricky Stracke); two brothers: Leroy (Jean), Walter “Bud” (Joyce) Knudson; grandchildren: Clint (Jake), Deanna (Jeff), Jessie (Darcy), Ian (Jody), Dwight (Christy), Tammy (Luke) and Shawn; great grandchildren: Brady, Layne, Devon, Hudson, Ryker, Hunter, Colton, Reagan, Dentin, Brody, Carley, Mackenzie, Morgan and Mason.

Joyce was predeceased by: parents – Roy and Martha Knudson; sister – Louise Kroker; grandson – Little Dwayne Hayworth; husband – Arnie Hayworth; granddaughter – Lisa Davis; brother – Warren Carlyle.

To commemorate Joyce’s life a funeral service was held on Tuesday, October 1, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. at the Consort Sporetx Hall, Consort, Alberta with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. A tribute to Grandma was shared by Mackenzie Myette. Carol Neal, Linda Riley & Cyndy Berry shared their words of remembrance and fond memories. Special recorded music by Marlene Magill was played “A Picture of Me Without You” as well as “In The Arms of an Angel” by Sarah McLaughlin. A video tribute was played before the service which was prepared by Dwight Magill. Active Pallbearers were Dwayne Hayworth, Calvin Hayworth, Clint Hayworth, Ian Magill, Dwight Magill and Shawn Davis. Interment took place at the Lakeroad Cemetery, Consort, Alberta, where Joyce was laid to rest beside her husband Arnie.

Lunch was prepared and served by the Consort Community Funeral Committee. Memorial Donations may be made to STARS, 1441 Aviation Park NE, Box 570, Calgary, AB. T2E 8M7 or to Lakeroad Cemetery, Box 309, Consort, AB. T0C 1B0.

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

Heather Caseley of Coronation Funeral Home entrusted with arrangements.

Tribute

by Mackenzie Myette

I’m Mackenzie Myette one of Joyce’s great granddaughters, and this is my tribute to her. I’m not really experienced with this and I’m not really sure how to start this but here I go.

I would like to start off with a story. This one time Tremayne Smith asked me to sneak out with her during my grade 10 summer. I was currently sleeping over at Grandma’s house, something I did regularly. Anyways I agreed to sneak out with her. I stuffed my bed with pillows to make it look like I was still in bed. Then I crept out of the back door. Three hours later I came back to the house, I saw a light on. As I entered the house I watched Grandma play solitaire like she did when she couldn’t sleep. I stood in the corner for about half hour hoping she didn’t know I had snuck out. After waiting for about a half hour in the cramped corner grandma had decided to come out for a smoke. She instantly saw me and chased me around the house. I ran to my room and sat up against door, Grandma was trying to push it open and she almost did too. She yelled threw the door how she was worried about me and thought I had been kidnapped. Grandma always worried too much. That was the second time in my whole life Grandma had ever gotten mad at me, surprisingly.

When I was younger I would spend weeks with my Grandma at the farm. My parents would call me and ask me to come home; I would just hang up on my parents. If my Grandma came to town and didn’t take me back with her, I would call her crying on the phone and demand she take me with her. She always came back and got me.

Another story is when Grandma would get mad at me for wasting three rolls of duct tape. I used those rolls of duct tape to tape my Grandpa Arnie to the couch when he was “sleeping”

Or the times when Sage and I would come over for lunch, rain, hail, wind, and -30 weather wouldn’t stop us. Both Grandma and Sage loved horses; they would talk for hours about horses while I fell asleep of boredom. I know nothing about horses.

Or the times when Grandma and I would make a trip to Sedalia to get revels and sit on the swings. That was the only sweets Grandma liked. She would make fun of me for picking off the chocolate and eating the ice cream last. We also bickered about the “right way” to tie your shoes, bunny ears are the best way.

Whenever I had a new boyfriend I told them that my Grandma had to approve of them. I would let them talk with my Grandma, if my Grandma didn’t like them I would instantly break up with them. If they managed to survive the first test, Grandma would constantly ask me if I found any red flags. If and when I did, Grandma would have them over for supper and give them hints about what they needed to do better.

This one time Grandma sat me down and told me how proud of me she was. She told me that people loved to talk to her about me. I told her that I learnt from the best.

This summer I went to Germany and of course Grandma was worried. She told me that I had to keep her updated every day on how I was and boy did she mean it.

If Grandma found out that I was home alone sick she would phone and beg me to come over for soup. If I dared to say no she would drive over and drag me to her house to have Grandmas famous homemade soup. I really couldn’t complain.

Now I would like to share a letter I wrote for my Grandma through an English project two years ago. I always meant to give her this letter but I was too shy to give it to her.

Dear G-Ma

You have basically been my second parent. You have given me a second home when things were too much. You have doctored me though every cut, scrape, life difficulty, and heartache. I’ve had a tough life that most people can’t compare to, but you made it easier. Thing is, is that I have an incredible Grandma that most people don’t have the opportunity of knowing. For so many years I have wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me and helped me accomplish, but I never knew how to say it. You were the one who always encouraged me to do my best in school and make a good life for myself. You always had the most understanding and compassionate heart out of every person I’ve ever met. You always had the ability to make someone feel special. You were always there to give me the best advice, even if I didn’t listen to you. You have been there for me through the toughest days and the happiest days; the good and the bad. You have always strived to make me a model citizen that other people could look up to.

I will always look up to you and try to meet your expectations of myself. I’m going to miss you, my mother, my best friend, and my role model. Goodbye Grandma, I love you.

Tributes by Carol Neal, Linda Riley & Cyndy Berry

– Carol

We “Kroker” girls are truly privileged to have been asked to pay tribute to Joyce at this farewell ceremony.

We remember Joyce as a beautiful person inside and outside, a kind hearted person, young in spirit and mind, a warm hostess, and an excellent cook.

But there is one thing stands out more than anything else, and that is the laughter in her home. Joyce and her family always added humour to what they were doing. Humor is infectious and laughter binds people together. It brings happiness, and happy we were sitting around that kitchen table on the farm.

Those happy days are precious memories, and today we can reflect on this in Bill Cosby’s words: “Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.”

Some memories of the farm days are sketchy. There was something about a rooster hanging on the clothes line when Arnie got home, wings flapping away – I think that rooster may have chased Joyce one last time and he was on the main menu that day. As I said, it’s very sketchy. But then Arnie told the story, so who knows?

Joyce loved music, and having such a young spirit she changed her music likes with the times. I remember her singing Kitty Wells songs. And then her loving Elvis Presley’s music. And who can say enough about Johnny Reid – he was right up there with Elvis Presley. Not many people get to actually meet their idol, but she did. She and Marlene were in the airport meeting Verna coming in from Georgia, when they saw a handsome young man with white shoes on. He was being very friendly with everyone, so you couldn‘t help but notice him. Well, when Joyce found out it was Johnny Reid she would not budge from the place where he would be coming through. And meet him she did, even though she nearly fainted.

As Linda mentioned we visited around the kitchen table on the farm alot. Many a time she would get up and go practically unnoticed into the “kitchen part” of the “kitchen”, and suddenly, a delicious roast beef dinner appeared on the table.

We were fortunate to visit her in the hospital recently, and she still had her sense of humour. As the story goes, Verna was down at Calvin’s one day and he had one of those sticky fly strips hanging over the kitchen table. In his mind, it was to keep the flies out of his food. In Verna’s mind, it was very unappetizing. So she took it down. Joyce piped up from her hospital bed “Well it’s back!” We all had a good laugh at that.

These are just a few memories of mine.

– Linda

TRIBUTE TO JOYCE HAYWORTH (and memories from around the Kitchen table)

What an honour it is to pay tribute to Joyce, she was one of those amazing people in life. We loved her like our own mother and she treated us equally – always so happy to see us when we came to visit, even putting us up in her own bed.

Life is made up of memories, and Joyce and Arnie and Family, Dwayne, Calvin, Marlene and Verna make up many memories for us and thus became a big part of our life.

And speaking of memories, there are more than a few, some sentimental, some sad, but mostly many laughs and good times.

Images that have stayed in my mind and recall:

Winter of 55/56 farmers in Sedalia area were totally snowed in – cabin fever must have gotten to Mom and Dad one evening, as Dad hitched up the team and we headed in the sleigh down to Hayworth’s so they could visit and play cards. I still see the ‘Black Cat’ cig can on the table, coal oil lamp, cards and pot of coffee. We kids played and were put to bed in the adjacent bedroom so am sure didn’t get much sleep. Cyndy and Marlene would have been babies then.

One winter Dad ran out of water and had to bring his cows down to Uncle Nick’s homestead just west of Hayworth’s, again many memories of fun times. After Joyce’s sister Louise died (married to our uncle Nick), Joyce also took Sharon under her wing.

Days were tough then, especially with small children, can’t imagine even doing the laundry in those circumstances, but everyone survived and became better people for it. She raised a beautiful family, a chore which became an ongoing lifelong chore. She didn’t finish raising one (Calvin?) – a work in progress. But who wouldn’t do the same if you had a mom like Joyce.

As years went by Dad gave up farming and we moved to Consort but we still did lots of visiting. Sharon Kroker and I would go down on Easter holidays to ride horses – Joyce would let us ride her prized horses, Baldy and of course the infamous Monty. On one occasion which I think Joyce and Arnie had nightmares about, Sharon and I went riding, think we were heading for Sedalia but didn’t make it of course. A couple of miles from home Sharon and her saddle departed from her horse. She told me that her head hurt so I left her there on the side of the road, with the saddle between her legs and galloped back to the farm. I rode into the yard yelling, ‘Sharon hurt her head! Sharon hurt her head!’ and they thought I said, ‘Sharon is dead’. Well, they were in the truck and down the road in a New York minute. Sharon was fine but don’t know if Arnie and Joyce recovered so quickly.

Recall at that time we kids all slept upstairs, now a total of six with me and Sharon. We must have driven Joyce crazy with our giggling at night. She must have made a dozen trips up the stairs, saying “quiet girls” as we tried to suppress our giggles. Remember those giggling days?

As years went by and we girls left home and married, we still went to Hayworth’s for visits, rodeos, or whatever occasion, visiting and laughing around the kitchen table. After Mom moved to Lacombe these visits became more important as it was like ‘coming home’.

We will all remember Joyce, with her kind, shy smile, her compassion and dedication to helping others, her dedication to raising her family and helping with the grandchildren. Her quiet wit, for example, when we were asking about a recent marriage breakup and asked what had happened and she quietly said, “Oh, he jumped the fence”, in reference to the husband’s infidelity. We laughed so hard!

We have to really thank God for our re-union last year when at the Consort homecoming Carol, Cyndy and I stayed with Joyce. This was the most beautiful memory to remember a life.

We so loved Joyce and so do still love the family as they are a part of us. They still make this place ‘home’.

Cyndy

Joyce, our mother’s first cousin, was always Aunt Joyce to us. We felt close to her and her family so it just seemed natural to use that term of endearment.

Like so many of us here today, my fondest memories of Joyce centre on “visiting around the kitchen table” laughing and telling stories by the hour. Often those stories were told by Arnie and poking fun at Joyce. She would just get that impish smile of hers and say “Oh, Arnie!” and exchange a knowing look that said “You know he made that up!” She would not get upset – well not in front of us and if words were exchanged in private, Arnie would certainly have deserved it! Recently, we were at the home place visiting Dwayne and Maureen, and guess what? There we were a visiting and carrying on “around the kitchen table”! Although the table is much bigger, it is obvious that the tradition will live on.

As mentioned Joyce had so many special characteristics that made her who she was. One main trait was her absolute honesty. She could not deceive and would not even attempt to do so. She was forthright with everyone, including the RCMP. Once she was pulled over and when the officer came to the window, she said, “Don’t even check. I have purple gas. Write me up”. The officer was taken aback and replied, “ Ma’am I have to check” but she said, “No, I am in a hurry, so don’t bother, just book me!”

In another incident the police asked if she ever had a ticket before, and again, that honest reply: “Yes, I got one for driving with purple gas!”

Joyce was special to each one of us and without question, our world is a lesser place without her. We loved her and we will miss her. Fortunately for us, she has left us with a legacy of rich memories that will sustain us and keep her with us, in our hearts, forever.

Elisabeth Maria Reichart

(April 16, 1930 – Oct5. 7, 2013)

Mrs. Elisabeth Maria Reichart of Medicine Hat, beloved wife of the late Mr. Herman Reichart, passed away on Monday, October 7th, 2013 at the age of 83 years.

Elisabeth leaves to cherish her memory one son, Charles (Susan) Reichart of Medicine Hat; three grandchildren, Adam, Ashley and Alexander; two nephews, Reimund and Johanes; and one niece, Gabiale.

Elisabeth was predeceased by her parents, Alois and Sofie Fetzer; one son, Michael; one daughter, Norma; and two brothers, Walter and Helmut.

Elisabeth was born in West Germany on April 16th, 1930. She immigrated to Canada in 1954.

Elisabeth married Herman Reichart on June 24th, 1954 in Consort, Alberta. Together they lived and worked at the Cross Bar Ranch until returning to Germany in 1966. They decided that their home was Canada and returned here where they raised their family. Elisabeth loved animals and feeding birds, even throughout the winter.

A Celebration of Elisabeth’s Life was held at Saamis Memorial Funeral Chapel, #1 Dunmore Road SE, on Friday, October 11th, 2013 at 12:00 p.m.

Memorial gifts in Elisabeth’s memory may be made to the S.P.C.A., 55 Southwest Drive SW, Medicine Hat, Alberta, T1A 8E8.

Condolences may be sent through www.saamis.com or www.gonebutnotforgotten.ca or to condolences@saamis.com subject heading Elisabeth Reichart.

Funeral arrangements were entrusted to Saamis Memorial Funeral Chapel And Crematorium, “The Chapel in the Park”, Medicine Hat, Alberta.

Peter Heinrich Kroeger

(March 18, 1928-Oct. 24, 2013)

Peter passed away surrounded by his loving family at Moog and Friends Hospice House in Penticton, BC. He was born near Consort, Alberta, the sixth in a family of seven.

Peter is predeceased by his first wife, Daphne “Penny” and five siblings. He is survived by his second wife, Cathie and his children; David, Diane, Paul and Karen.He also leaves his grandson, Steven, his brother, George (Irene) and many nieces and nephews.

Peter spent most of his working years in the petroleum industry moving from Calgary to Edmonton, Lethbridge, Penticton, Vancouver and back to Calgary. When he retired he came back to Penticton where he could golf, fish and garden. He loved to go back to Consort to go hunting with David and his nephews and going to Arizona and California for a few years where he could golf all winter. He will be missed by his family and many friends.

A memorial service was held at the Sandbridge Club House on Sunday, October 27, 2013. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Penticton Hospice Society. Condolences may be sent to the family through providencefuneralhomes.com.

Pat Connell

(1928 – 2013)

It is with great sadness that we announce that Patrick George Connell of Innisfail, Alberta passed away at Innisfail Health Centre on October 30, 2013 at the age of 85 years.

Pat grew up in the Consort area where he worked as a Rancher/Farmer and raised his family. He retired to an acreage in Innisfail in 1996 with his beloved wife Vera and his horses. After a short but courageous battle with cancer, he died peacefully with family at his side.

He is lovingly remembered by his wife of 61 years Vera Connell, and children Donald (Mary) Connell of Didsbury, AB, David (Sheila) Connell of Calgary, AB, Stanley (Cheryl) Connell of Consort, AB, Louise Connell (Daniel Stecyk) of Calgary, AB, and Noreen (Kim) Neyrink of Denver, CO, USA, 13 grandchildren, 6 great-grandchildren with 2 more on the way, and countless wonderful friends. He will also be lovingly remembered by his sister Jean (Ken) of Texas, USA, and brother Ralph of Calgary. He is predeceased by his grandson, Wesley Connell.

A funeral service and celebration of life was held at the Innisfail Alliance Church on Nov. 4, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. with Andrew Rilling officiating. A graveside burial took place Nov. 5, 2013 at 1:00 p.m. at the Lakeroad Cemetery in Consort, Alberta, followed by a luncheon at the Monitor Hall.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Innisfail Alliance Church. Arrangements entrusted to Heartland Funeral Services, Ltd., Innisfail, AB. www.heartlandfuneralservices.com.

Mrs. Emily Olive Nelson

(1918 – 2013)

Mrs. Emily Olive Nelson known to all as Olive passed away on November 6, 2013 surrounded by her family and in the comfort of nurses and staff at Lacombe Continuing care at the age of 95 years.

Olive is survived by her loving family Elaine (Dick) Bruggencate of Gold River, B.C., Carol (Terry) Lee of Lacombe, Janice (Bob) Stenberg of Alder Flats and Barry (Penny) Nelson of Red Deer. Ten grandchildren, Lynette (Curtis) Aikens, Jay (Jennifer) Bruggencate, Kyle (Maxine) Bruggencate; Teryl Fankhanel, Cindy (Reg) Krause; Denise (Jeff) Colyn, Mark (Sharon) Stenberg, Shane Nelson, Duane (Delores) Nelson, Nadine Nelson; seventeen great-grandchildren Christopher Aikens, Chelsea Aikens, Janna Bruggencate, Gerrit Bruggencate, Jacklyn Bruggencate, Tyler Bruggencate, Colby Bruggencate, Ashley Bruggencate; Paytten Fankhanel, Alexander Krause, Parker Krause; Serafia Colyn, Jacob Colyn; Joshua Nelson, Christian Nelson, Justin Nelson and Avery Nelson. Olive is also survived by her brother George (Norah) Greenfield of Stettler and her sister Gertrude Lomsdal of Minnesota, USA.

She was predeceased by her parents Henry and Emily Greenfield, her husband David Nelson, her infant daughter Betty Nelson and by one sister Hazel Wyville.

A service to celebrate Olive’s wonderful long life was held at the Veteran United Church on Wednesday, November 13, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. with the Rev. Sue Hertell officiating.

As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Olive, memorial contributions may be made to the Veteran Cemetery or to a charity of your choice in care of Coronation Funeral Home who have been entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Condolences can be forwarded to the family by visiting www.brennenfuneralhome.com and clicking on Olive’s obituary.

Donald Floyd Sortland

(Feb. 18, 1931-Nov. 23, 2013)

Don Sortland of Red Deer, Alberta, went to be with his Lord and Saviour on Saturday, November 23rd, 2013, at the age of 82 years. He was born in the Consort Hospital on February 18, 1931 to Harold and Nell Sortland.

Don grew up on the family farm and then went to work for the Royal Bank in Consort and Hanna. Later, he worked for Imperial Oil in Edmonton and Toronto.

Don married Shirley Anne Thornton on September 21, 1954 and together they had three children; Donna Lynn Salazar (Mario) of Edmonton, Kevin Michael Sortland of Red Deer and Sandra Anne Thatcher of Pickering, Ontario.

Don was a member of the Canadian Kennel Club and one of his many hobbies was to spend time with his German Shepherd dogs. He also enjoyed the outdoors, skiing, golfing, dog sledding, fishing, and he loved his farm and his horse Chatty. He loved riding through the hills near the family farm in Consort, Alberta. He enjoyed bird watching, gardening, music and gazing at the stars. He was an avid reader and was very proficient on his computer. Dad was also a member of the Canadian Credit Institute from the University of Toronto. He was a spiritual man and enjoyed learning and teaching about the bible and the word of the Lord.

Don will be lovingly remembered by his wife of 59 years, Shirley, and his children; Donna (Mario), Kevin and Sandra. He adored his grandchildren and they adored him; Jason Angus Clark, Kaylene (Chris) Mifsud and Kyle Gerard Thatcher, and great grandchild, Chanelle (Marc) Davison. He will be missed by his sister, Karen MacArthur, and numerous relatives and friends. Don was predeceased by his parents; Nell and Harold Sortland, and his brother, Stan Sortland.

He was a super father, grandfather and great grandfather. Well done, good and faithful servant.

Special thanks to all the doctors, nurses and staff at the Red Deer Regional Hospital for their wonderful care. Also, thank you to Father Les Drewicki for officiating. Thank you to all for your prayers, cards and food.

A Prayer Service will be held at Eventide Funeral Chapel, 4820-45 Street, Red Deer, on Wednesday, November 27, 2013 at 7:00 p.m. A Funeral Mass will be celebrated at St. Mary’s Catholic Church, 6 McMillan Avenue, Red Deer, on Thursday, November 28, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. Interment will follow at Mount Calvary Cemetery.

Condolences may be forwarded to the family by visiting www.eventidefuneralchapels.com.

Norman Lawrence Forsberg

(Nov. 6, 1933 – Nov. 20, 2013)

Mr. Norman Forsberg, a well known resident of Consort, passed away suddenly on November 20, 2013 at the age of 80 years. He is survived by his loving wife Ruth of Consort, daughter Shonna (Lenard) McDonald of Consort, sons Jaysen (Leanne) of Consort and Kyle (Vicky) of Sylvan Lake, beloved grandchildren Hailey McDonald (Garett Lee), Tori McDonald, Alysha, Brenna and Rowan Forsberg, great-grandchild Gabby Lee, brothers Bennett (Phyllis) and Lynn (Lorraine) Forsberg, numerous brothers and sisters-in-law, nieces, nephews, other relatives and many friends.

A Memorial Service was held at the Consort Sportex on Monday, November 25, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. with the Rev. Susan Bowyer of the Knox United Church officiating. The Eulogy was given by Mr. Ken Lorenz. Mrs. Stacy DeVos played the piano for the congregational hymns, “Amazing Grace” and “In The Sweet By And By”. A special recorded musical selection “Hallelujah” by k.d. lang was played. Urn Bearer was Mr. Lynn Forsberg. An Honorguard was formed by Members of the Consort Lions Club. Following the service, a reception was held with a luncheon and fellowship.

As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Norm, memorial contributions may be made to the M.S. Society or to the East Central Housing Authority in care of Coronation Funeral Home, P.O. Box 358 Coronation, Alberta T0C 1C0, who have been entrusted with the care and arrangements.

Eulogy

by Mr. Ken Lorenz

Norman Lawrence Forsberg was born on November 6, 1933 on the family farm north of Dunblane, Saskatchewan and was the youngest of four sons born to Soren and Nora Forsberg. The eldest son was Morris, followed by Bennett, Lynn and then Norman. Norman’s childhood years were spent on the farm where he enjoyed sharing the tasks of caring for the farm animals, gardening and always looking forward to the opportunity of going fishing and horseback riding with his brother, Lynn, and cousin Harley. Norm shared some very interesting stories about his experiences raising chickens, turkeys, and pheasants. With all the poultry on the farm, Soren and the boys became very adept at trapping weasels, skinning them and selling the pelts.

Norman’s first five years of school were spent at West Point school about 2 km from the family farm. He and his brother Lynn walked winter and summer across the fields to the school every day. In 1944 the school closed because of low enrollment, so the family moved to Dunblane, where the boys could finish their education. They lived there during the school months and returned to the farm during the summer. After finishing high school, Norman worked for a year at the Co-op in Macrorie, Sask. to earn enough money to help pay for his life ambition of becoming a teacher.

In September of 1954, he enrolled at the Saskatchewan Teacher’s College. This was only a one year course so he graduated in June of 1955 and accepted a position teaching grade 5 to 8 in Dunblane, Sask. Norman taught there for five years and decided to take a year off to work at the South Saskatchewan Dam during the time of its early development. He was the “counter” and recorded how many loads each truck delivered to the dam site. Norm shared some very interesting stories about how some of the truckers tried to pull the wool over his eyes, but he was always quite a perfectionist, and the truckers soon learned to accept there was no fooling “hawkeye Norm”. Because he longed for the classroom, Norm once again accepted a position teaching grades 5 and 6 at Birsay, Sask. He stayed there for three years before returning to full time studies at the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon. Norm was always fairly close to home and was able to help his father out a great deal after his mother Nora passed away in January of 1958. Just prior to Christmas in 1964, Norman accepted a position teaching grade 6 in Consort and in January of 1965 he made the trek out to Alberta. He moved in with the Lewsaw’s and shared a bedroom in the basement with Ken Lorenz. For the next year and a half Norm and Ken shared room and board at the Lewsaw’s. That started a friendship that endured for some 49 years. Both Norm and Ken got married in the summer of 1966 and the two families remained neighbors for 29 years.

During the first year and a half teaching school in Consort, Norman made many weekend trips back to Saskatchewan. Being a hardy Saskatchewan farm boy, bad winter conditions did not keep him from heading out on a weekend to visit family and friends. Unfortunately one weekend he hit a bad rural snow storm, was stranded and had to walk almost two miles for help. He had hypothermia, froze his feet and almost ended up being an amputee. Everyone was very happy when he made a successful recovery. After that close escape, Norm had a deeper respect for Mother Nature and checked the weather forecasts before heading out. On one of his trips back home in 1965, he met Ruth Marie Dyck who had grown up in Rosthern Saskatchewan. Looking at Consort School year books from back in 1965 and 1966, one would think Norm was a fresh kid just out of Teacher’s College. After courting Ruth back in Saskatchewan for a few months, Norm finally got around to telling her he was 31 years young. Ruth was only 19 years old at the time, but things worked out quite well for a long distance relationship, and on July 23, 1966 they were married. Norm and Ruth began their married life in Consort back in the fall of 1966 and that became their permanent home for the next 47 years. They rented an older house west of the school for the first couple of years, then moved into the duplex units next to the school until 1973 when they built their present home. With the extra space in the new home, there was room for grandpa and Soren would come out to Consort for an extended visit every winter until his death in 1985. He loved playing cards and Sharon said it was hard to get any work done as Soren would want to play a few games of crib during the morning and/or afternoon, visit and have coffee. In the evening it was time for Norwegian Whist. It was always a great time when Soren came to Consort in his little Toyoto truck for a visit.

Norm and Ruth were blessed with three children, Shonna in 1969, Jaysen in 1971 and Kyle in 1975. Family was important to Norm as many weekends were spent camping, taking the boys to their hockey and volleyball games, or visiting family and friends. When he wasn’t busy with his family Norman enjoyed playing cards. He was a very avid crib player, just ask Ruth how many times she was skunked. Norm was the official record keeper for the hundreds of crib games Ruth and him played every year. When January would come, he would start a new page and their morning crib games would continue. One of his passions was gardening and he was known for the large and abundant garden he grew each year. It always took weeks to get the garden in and his family swore he used a ruler because his rows and vegetables were always perfectly spaced. When the bowling alley opened in 1972, the Consort Bowling Club was formed shortly after that and Norm took on the task of Treasurer for the club. Even though the Bowling Club has not been functional for a number of years, there still is a bank account at the Royal Bank and Norm is still listed on the account as Treasurer. Being treasurer for any club for 41 years is probably an all time record.

Norman ended up teaching a variety of classes and subjects during his 30 years at Consort School. He took over a grade six classroom when he first arrived in Consort and taught the upper elementary grades for a couple of years before settling into being the grade three home room teacher. When the provincial achievement tests were introduced for grades 3-6-9 students, he was ready for the challenge and always had his grade three students well prepared for these external exams. Being a perfectionist, he always worried that some of his kids were not really prepared to take the exams. Norm found himself the only male teacher in the elementary grades most of the years he taught in Consort. With his talent and interest in the Fine Arts, other elementary teachers wanted him to teach their Art program, and the small elementary gym in the old two story building was converted into two fine arts classrooms. One room was dedicated to teaching art and the other for music and drama. Norman and Maryanne Rumohr (Oxamitny) formed a dynamic duo when it came to putting on musical productions and also a great Christmas program every year. The other elementary teachers always pitched in to help out, but it was Norm and Maryanne who put the show together. In 1970, Principal Walter Sparks and Vice Principal Ken Lorenz decided it would be better if there were two vice principals to deal with a grade 1-12 school that had a population of almost 400 students. Norm was the obvious choice to become the elementary vice principal and he continued on in that capacity until his retirement. He did an excellent job as the elementary vice principal over the years and the elementary staff appreciated having him there to help them out.

Norm always wanted to obtain his four year Bachelor of Education Degree and after taking a number of summer schools, he took a half year sabbatical in the fall of 1978 and completed his B.Ed Degree at the University of Lethbridge. Ruth stayed home with the kids in Consort and Norm made the trip back home on most weekends, bringing his “homework” with him. Norm was given a rough time about bringing his flute home to practice for a music class he was taking as an elective, but that did not bother him in the least, and the card game would have to wait until his practice session was over. Education was his life but he finally retired in 1995. After Norm’s retirement, he returned to the school to substitute teach for a while, but finally decided to quit completely and enjoy retired life. Norm became quite a sports fan, especially during the last twenty years and watched most of the Blue Jays and Oilers games on TV. When it came to football and Norm being born and raised in Dunblane, Saskatchewan, there really was only one CFL team on the radar screen. He was a true blue Roughrider fan and would have been extremely happy with their play in the Grey Cup game this year.

Ruth and Norm took many trips over the years with their good friends Ken and Sharon Lorenz and during the past five years they enjoyed two week vacations in Puerto Vallarta in 2009 and 2011, Cancun in 2010 and the Bahamas in 2012. This year from Oct. 19-26 the foursome were in Branson, Missouri for a week, taking in some musical shows and enjoying the beautiful tree colors in the Ozark Mountains. Norm thoroughly enjoyed the trip and was looking forward to maybe going back to Mexico next fall. It was strongly suggested after the most recent trip that because he was turning 80 on November 6 of this year, he should start doing some exercises so he could more fully enjoy future vacations and not get left behind in an airport terminal when changing planes. He just smiled and said, “Of course, I will get right on that.”

Norm was predeceased by his mother Nora in January, 1958; his eldest brother Morris who was killed June 5, 1944 when his plane exploded while flying a mission over the English Channel; and his father Soren who passed away in February 1985 at the age of 89. Norm is survived by his loving wife Ruth who he was married to for 47 years; his eldest son Jaysen (wife Leanne and their daughter Alysha) who moved back to Consort a few years ago from Calgary; his daughter Shonna McDonald (Lenard and daughters Hailey [Garett] and Tori) who live in Consort: his youngest son Kyle (wife Vicky and daughters Brenna and Rowan) who live in Sylvan Lake; older brother Bennett (wife Phyllis) who live in Carrying Place, Ontario; older brother Lynn (wife Lorraine) who live in Saskatoon. Norm leaves to grieve his passing the five grandchildren mentioned above as well as a great grandchild Gabby Lee who was born this summer to Hailey McDonald and Garett Lee. Norm and Ruth were extremely proud of all five of their grandchildren and their great grandchild and were very happy being able to spend so much quality time with them. The children will certainly miss their “grandpa” as will all his relatives and friends.

Poem by Jaysen Forsberg

He has set the chalk down for one last time,

A silent classroom left behind.

Chalkboards stand empty, but not in our minds

For they’re filled with

wisdom and memories through time.

He touched our hearts, molded us like clay,

To make us who we are today.

Card of Thanks

The family of the late Norman Lawrence Forsberg would like to thank Victim Services for the caring words and confort at this tough time. Thank you to Coronation Funeral Home and Reverend Susan Bowyer for the perfect job on the service. Thank you to all family and friends for the gifts of food, flowers, cards and donations in memory of Norman.

Ruth, Shonna, Jaysen, Kyle and Families

Peggy E. Annett

(July 3, 1927-Nov. 28, 2013)

Our beloved mom, grandmother and friend, Peggy, slipped away peacefully on November 28, 2013 after a short stay in hospital. Peggy is survived by her sons Mark (Gail) and Keith (Sherryl); her treasured daughter and best friend Marilyn; daughter-in-law Elizabeth; her granddaughters: Caroline, Liana and Erin; sister-in-law Evelyn; and numerous nieces and nephews across the world. Peggy was predeceased by her parents Pat and Greta Henry; her daughter Irene; her son Bob; her brothers Keith Henry and Bill Henry; and her ex-husband Jack. Born in Calgary, Peggy grew up in Consort, Alberta where she was the smartest and prettiest girl in town. She was the apple of her parents’ eyes and the sister of two charming lads who looked out for her all their lives. After marrying, she lived three years in New York before returning to Edmonton where she remained for more than sixty years. Here she raised her kids; worked for Alberta Health; lived her faith; forged countless friendships; touched the lives of many; and cheered on the Oilers. To those who knew her, Peggy was as kind and gentle a soul as there ever was. She showered her family and friends with unconditional love and they returned that love in equal measure. She never took herself too seriously and loved the simple pleasures in life: driving vacations to the coast, holiday celebrations with her family, sentimental movies, and the company of her friends. Our world will be sadder without her but we cannot imagine how much colder and smaller it would have been had she not passed this way. A Memorial Service Celebrating Peggy’s Life was held at 2:00 p.m. on Saturday, December 14, 2013 at Rio Terrace Moravian Church, 15108 – 76 Avenue, Edmonton, Alberta. In lieu of flowers, donations in Peggy’s memory may be made to Rio Terrace Moravian Church. Eulogy for Peggy E. Annett by her son Mark Annett • December 14th, 2013 – Rio Terrace Moravian Church, Edmonton, Alberta Good afternoon, everyone. On behalf of Marilyn, Keith, and the whole family, I thank you for being here today and for all the kind wishes and prayers you’ve sent our way in the last two weeks. The concern and care we’ve received speaks volumes about how you all felt about Mom. We all knew how much Mom was respected, loved and admired and that certainty has been confirmed since she passed away. I hope you’ll bear with me if I have to pause a few times in the next few minutes. I’ll do my best to stay composed, but looking at you all is going to make it hard to do so. Just remember, if I lose it up here, it’s your fault. I once heard it said that you don’t know the meaning of loneliness until you lose your mother. That thought has stayed with me through the years because it had the ring of truth. On those occasions when I thought about the end of Mom’s life, I worried that her passing would leave me bereft and adrift. But now that it has happened, those fears have flown away. As heartbroken as I am that Mom is gone, I’ve come to realize that I won’t ever be alone because she is still here. I see her face in all your faces. I hear her voice when you speak. I feel her presence in my feelings and thoughts. I feel comfort though I thought no comfort would be possible. It’s something of a miracle, to me, that I feel that way. And I’ve found myself wondering these last few days, how this could be. On reflection, I’ve come to understand that how I feel about Mom in death is the product of the way she lived her life. Hers was not the most spectacular of lives. She was, in many ways, an ordinary and unassuming person of modest accomplishments. What made her special was the graceful, gentle and loving manner in which she lived. Her grace and love are the qualities that I will remember and those are the qualities that now allow me to go on and not feel alone. So what should I tell you about her life and the person she was? Well first – just the facts… Mom was born on July 3, 1927 in Calgary. She immediately left town with her family and that was as close as she ever came to being a Flames fan. She was the second child of Pat and Greta Henry. Grandpa was a Royal Bank manager and the family lived in Beiseker for some years before settling in Consort where Mom and her brothers Keith and Bill grew up. She lived for a time in Winnipeg after high school. She and my Dad were married in 1949 when he graduated from the University of Manitoba. They lived in New York for three years where Dad began his career in architecture and Mom worked in secretarial and administrative positions. Their first child, my brother Bob, was born in New York. They came home to Alberta in 1953. I came along in 1954 – Keith joined the circus in 1955 and our little sister, Irene, crashed the party in 1957. We lost Irene to cancer in 1961. Marilyn descended from heaven in 1962 to complete our family. Dad moved away in 1963 and he and Mom were divorced in 1964. All through those years, Mom stayed at home and kept us all safe, warm, well fed and, for the most part, reasonably well-trained. The fact that none of us ended up in a witness protection program speaks to her parenting skills. Mom went back to work part-time in 1968 as the secretary here at the church. In 1973 she went to work full-time at Alberta Health Care where she stayed for 19 years until she retired in 1992. For the last 21 years, she occupied herself loving and caring for her family and friends; enjoying trips to visit her brothers and their families; volunteering, for a time, at the Food Bank; participating in the life of this congregation; helping Gail and me to raise Caroline; and, in countless ways, enjoying life. She passed away on Thursday, November 28th – one day short of 53 years after dear Irene died. Those are the simple facts of her life. The wonderful and memorable elements of her life and all that she was reside between those ordinary events. She was a devoted and loving daughter and the person she became was a reflection of her parents. Grandma and Grandpa were gentle, loving, gracious, devout and compassionate people and Mom embodied all those qualities. Grandma was Mom’s best friend through all the years they had together. It was natural, then, that Marilyn would be Mom’s best friend for all these years. Mom was devoted to her mother and cared for Grandma in later years. As Grandma neared the end of her life, Mom spent weekend after weekend driving to Consort to care for Grandma and to simply be there. Mom was with Grandma at the end, and, forever afterwards, talked about how peacefully and gently Grandma slipped away. It seems somehow natural, then, that Mom took her leave of us in the serene way she did. Mom was a wonderful sister and her brothers loved her deeply. Whether near or far, they cared for her and supported her in countless ways. They looked out for her through the years. Our family history includes stories of her brother Keith chasing our Dad through the town lumber yard because Jack hadn’t treated her with sufficient respect. Mom and her brother Bill were more than siblings – they were pals in their youth and remained dear friends throughout their lives together. In the years after Mom and Dad divorced, when times were hard, Bill and Keith found ways to provide both emotional and financial help. For years we had a separate telephone line in our house that was listed as the Edmonton office of our Uncle Keith’s engineering firm in Vancouver. Keith’s firm didn’t really have any business interests in Edmonton and 99% of the calls that came in on that line were wrong numbers but Mom received a small, but significant, salary for having that line in our home. We still laugh about what the few potential clients of CBA Engineering in Edmonton might have thought when a twelve year old kid answered when they called. Mom was a great mother. Bob, Keith, Marilyn, Irene and I were blessed. I know that almost every child believes his or her mother is the greatest Mom in the world. However, at the risk of alienating all of you here today, I hope you’ll forgive me when I say that, unless you were one of the five of us, your Mom would have to settle for the silver medal. Mom couldn’t give us all the wealth we might have hoped for but she was the most generous soul I’ve ever known. She sheltered us from the cares of the world when raising a family as a single mother made those cares loom large in her life. She couldn’t always answer all the questions we asked, but she shared her wisdom without qualification or hesitation. She was proud of us whether we succeeded or failed – especially when we failed honestly. She gave us all she had and asked for nothing but love in return. She taught us to hope when life seemed darkest. We watched and learned when she lost her parents; when she lost her marriage; when death took her precious daughter and, last year, her eldest child. We learned what grace looks like when it walks into the room. We learned that, sometimes, the only reward for being a good person is to simply be that good person – and often, that reward has value beyond all measure and understanding. Any and every good quality you can find in my brothers and sisters and me were shaped by the person she was and the life she lived. Mom was a tremendous Grandmother. Our daughter, Caroline, was blessed to be able to spend many wonderful days in her Grandmother’s loving care during her pre-school years. I think it’s safe to say that Caroline received a degree of undivided attention from her Grandma that would be hard to match. Mom played wonderful games with Caroline that were, frankly, mind-boggling. I remember once coming to Mom’s place at mid-day to pick up Caroline to find them sharing their daily lunch in the dining room. Their lunch was spread out before them as an elegant meal for two sophisticated ladies sharing high tea in the castle – Caroline was, I’m sure, the princess with Mom as her Lady-in-Waiting. That was, I am told, how lunch was routinely served. Mom indulged Caroline’s love of role-playing – often acting the parts of assorted suitors seeking the Princesses’ hand in marriage or various make-believe characters in Caroline’s childhood games. One of Caroline’s most treasured keepsakes from her Grandma Peggy is the hand-written text of a speech that Mom gave here at the church the year after Caroline was born. John-Henry had asked Mom to speak about her thoughts and feelings about being a Grandmother on Mother’s Day. In that speech, Mom talked about her delight at being a Grandma and said that she had a great example to follow – that her mother had been a wonderful Grandmother to her children. She went on to say that she hoped she could be half as good a Grandmother for Caroline. I know my Grandma Henry would not be upset with me when I say that her daughter was far better than “half as good” – I’m thinking that Grandma Peggy equalled and, perhaps, even surpassed her Mom in the Grandmother department. Caroline will love and remember her Grandma Peggy forever – and her children will someday hear about this wonderful woman who gave their mother so much. Mom was a loyal and caring friend to many. She loved the friends from her youth and her extended family of friends here in Rio Terrace. Norma’s tribute earlier spoke to the quality of the friendship she and Terry had with Mom and we all think of the Dewhursts as part of our family. Mom’s friends here in her church family were so very important to her as well. She treasured the fellowship and deep friendships she found here in this special place. She was especially grateful for her friendships with Percy, John-Henry, Don, Carol and all the other pastors and interns who passed through her life in this church. She loved this place for fifty years. Mom was, throughout her life, a deeply spiritual person whose faith was amazing. She endured her share of loss and heartbreak but always found real and abiding comfort in her beliefs and God’s love. She loved God and God loved her back – or vice versa. I guess that would be a theological chicken and egg question I’m not qualified to answer. Over to you on that one Carol… One other thing we need to remember about Peggy is that she had a beautiful sense of herself and a joyful sense of humour. She never took life so seriously that she couldn’t laugh out loud at a good joke or enjoy the honest sentiment of a story well told. That quality was important because she was surrounded throughout her life by an endless procession of story tellers and smart-alecks. I include in that parade all of her kids – especially dear brother Bob who was the master of the one-liner. Mom enjoyed and endured Bob’s sense of humour because behind the wise-guy comments and teasing he sent her way, they loved each other deeply. I remember one day, when we were watching an NFL game between the Dallas Cowboys and some other team, one of the announcers referred to Ed “Too Tall” Jones – a 6’9” lineman who played for the Cowboys. Those of you who followed the Edmonton Eskimos might recall they also had a player in the late 70’s and early 80’s named Ed Jones who was a much shorter defensive back. On hearing the announcer refer to Ed “Too Tall” Jones, Mom became momentarily confused and wondered, out loud, why they called him “Too Tall” when she knew Ed Jones wasn’t particularly tall. Bob turned to Mom and replied, “For the same reason we call you “Too Smart.” We laughed about that for years… Mom taught us to enjoy life and laugh at the absurdities in the world. I can honestly say that my enduring memories of time spent with Mom are framed by smiling faces and ring to the sound of laughter. That is an amazing truth to behold. In the end, Mom remained a faithful servant of God and I believe Heaven is lucky to have her. In my mind, Heaven now looks a lot like my Grandparents house in Consort. Peggy is home and she has Irene in her arms. Bob is hanging around, kibitzing with our Dad and his younger brother Ron, and making cheeky comments about how he’d rather be back in Edmonton. Grandma Henry is in her garden harvesting vegetables for the mid-day dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Annett who are on their way. Grandpa Henry and his boys Keith and Bill are in the middle of a serious cribbage tournament but still finding time to spin tales about days gone by. That particular corner of Heaven is full of laughter and love. As I’ve reflected about my Mom these past few days, I’ve come to realize one central truth about her. The greatest gift she gave was that she made us feel safe. She believed in us unconditionally and celebrated who we were. I never doubted that she would be there when I needed her and I was safe, warm and secure in her care. For all my life, when I’ve been frightened or lonely, I’ve always been able to reach back for a special memory to help push back the fears. In that memory, Keith and I are tucked into our Grandpa Henry’s big, old bed with the comforter pulled up to our chins. The bedroom window is open and it’s a cool summer night in Consort. A prairie thunderstorm is flashing on the horizon and the rumble of thunder blends with the sound of the wind moving through the pine trees in Grandma’s yard. The bedroom door is open and I can hear the sounds of Mom and Grandma in the kitchen. They’re having a cup of tea and talking about today, the past and the future. Right there, in that moment, I’m safe. I know as long as I live, I’ll be able to hear my mother’s voice whenever I need it. I hear it now. When I was a boy, a long, long time ago, I had one superstition. In the months after Irene died, I developed a fear that, if I didn’t say “see you later” to Mom when I went off to school or out to play, she might not be there when I got home. During the months when I carried around this childish but understandable fear, there were occasions when I’d forget and I’d be half a block down the street before I remembered I hadn’t said goodbye. Almost every time that happened, I’d turn around and tear back to the house; stick my head in the front door; and shout, “See you later, Mom.” The rules of this superstition were specific and they required that I hear Mom call back and acknowledge me. If Mom didn’t reply, I’d keep shouting “see you later” until she did. Mom referred to this as my “loopy” phase. The superstition faded away after a few months – undoubtedly because Mom was always there when I got home even when I forgot to shout “see you later.” The last thing I said to Mom, the evening she passed away, was “I’ll see you later, Mom.” I know she’ll be there when I get home.

John Stewart McIntosh

(1918 – 2013)

Mr. John McIntosh of Viking, Alberta passed away on December 1st, 2013 at the age of 95 years. He is survived by his loving wife Eileen, son Ken (Helen), daughter Marilyn (Darrel), three granddaughters and 8 great grandchildren. A Funeral Service was held at the Viking United Church, Viking, Alberta on Thursday, December 5th, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. Donations in John’s memory may be made to the Alta-Vi Memorial Fund c/o Vialta Lodge, Box 780, Viking, AB. T0B 4N0

Ronald Philip Anderson

(1928 – 2013)

On October 31, 2013, Ronald Anderson passe away at the age of 85 years in the Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock, B.C. Ronald is survived by his loving wife, Grace; brothers Dick and John; sister Margaret; sons Tom, Danny, Ken; daughters Kathy and Patricia. Ronald was predeceased by his parents Thomas and Elizabeth, his sister Edith and his brother Ken. A Memorial Service was held at 2:00 p.m., Saturday, November 16th, 2013 at White Rock Life Church, 2265-152nd St., Surrey, B.C.

Bonnie Reatha Aaserud

(July 16, 1952 – Dec. 19, 2013)

Bonnie Reatha Aaserud (Wagstaff) a well-known resident of Hanna, Alberta, passed away on December 19, 2013 surrounded by her family at the Hanna Hospital at the age of 61 years.

Bonnie leaves to mourn her passing, her loving husband George; daughters Tarolyn; Shandi (Dwayne); Jill (Richard); Karalee (Daniel); grandchildren Tyla, Tayven, Trae-lyn, Zachary and Cameron; sister Debra (Allan) Bartman; brothers Barry (Juanita) Wagstaff; Lloyd (Louise) Wagstaff; sister in law Valena Grant and numerous nieces and nephews.

Bonnie was born on July 16, 1952 in Consort, Alberta to Bud and Darleen Wagstaff. Bonnie spent her first 13 years on the farm at Loyalist where she shared many wonderful childhood memories. One fond memory was her dad building a back stop so the kids could play catch and not break anymore windows. In 1965, the Wagstaff family moved to a new farm at New Brigden. Bonnie loved living close to Grandpa and Grandma Herron. Bonnie lived in Oyen to finish her grade 12. At that time, she met the love of her life, George Aaserud. She attended Mount Royal College in Calgary and earned a diploma in Secretarial Arts. After earning her diploma, she married George in Oyen, Alberta on June 26, 1971. George and Bonnie decided they wanted to live the rural life style and purchased a farm at Craigmyle, Alberta. They were blessed with three daughters Tarolyn Marie, Shandi Aleen, and Karalee Bonnie. Our family was once again blessed when Bonnie’s niece Jill Andrea came to live with them. Bonnie believed in raising well rounded and knowledgeable girls. She kept her girls busy; 3 4H clubs, all school sports, high school rodeo, curling, and softball. Bonnie was a 4H leader, curling coach, and softball coach. Bonnie was an exceptional parent. Her girls truly adored their mom.

Bonnie was a fierce competitor. She loved the sport of curling and shared her love of the sport with everyone around her. She excelled at softball and loved to coach. She was an awesome pitcher. As an adult she learned the sport of horse shoes and competed nationally. She developed a passion for golf in the past 10 years in which she spent many hours with her girls. Bonnie loved spending time with her friends and playing cards.

Bonnie travelled a lot to be with her children, helping them out whenever she could. She was always teaching someone, whether it was how to slide at the broom or learning how to bake, she was a wealth of knowledge and encouragement. There truly was nothing she couldn’t do and do it well. She passed away with her family at her side. She will be dearly missed by her family.

A service to celebrate Bonnie’s life was held at the Craigmyle Historic Church, Craigmyle, AB on Saturday, December 28, 2013 at 2:00 P.M. with the Rev. Barbara Zimmerman officiating. As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Bonnie, memorial contributions may be made to the Hanna Hospital Palliative Care Society or to Alberta Cancer Foundation in care of Coronation Funeral Home, Box 358, Coronation, AB, T0C 1C0 who have been entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Condolences can be forwarded to the family by visiting our website at www.coronationfuneralhome.ca

Mrs. Marie (Mary) Letniak

(Oct. 8, 1917-Dec. 23, 2013)

Mrs. Marie (Mary) Letniak passed away peacefully at the Lacombe Long Term Care on December 23, 2013 at the age of 96 years.

Marie Letniak was born October 8, 1917 near Beauvallon, Alberta at the homestead of Steven and Pearl Tym. She was the 2nd eldest of 11 children – 5 boys and 6 girls. At age 90, Marie’s health began to fail and the Lacombe Care Centre became her home until her passing on December 23, 2013. She was 96 years old.

In 1941, at the age of 23, Marie married James Letniak from Loyalist, Alberta. They had been married 71 years at his passing in 2012. Marie and James lived on the same farm near Hemaruka for 65 years. Here they raised cattle and grain. Four children came to bless their home – Ron, Darlene, Ellen and Lawrence.

Marie took an active part on the farm, milking cows and raising chickens for many years, tending a large garden and preserving whatever fruits and vegetables were available for the winter months. Her love of flowers was shown by her inclusion of flowers in the garden, in flower beds around the house and more flowers in the house.

Marie’s life centered around her family and friends. Her home was always open to visitors. Many people enjoyed her hospitality and delicious food. A perfect time for her was when ALL the children, their spouses and grandchildren were together. Four of her grandchildren lived near-by and time spent with them was a highlight in her day.

Throughout her life, her unconditional love was felt by her children, their spouses and her grandchildren. Her love, smiles and gentle spirit will be greatly missed.

Marie’s faith was basic to her life. It was not complicated. She loved Jesus, and that love showed in her service to others. She served her brothers and sisters when they were young, her husband, as a hard-working farm wife; her children; her grandchildren; her church family; and many others who needed food, or clothes or kindness. She was the quiet center of many good things.

Marie went to rest secure in the hope that we have as Christians that when Jesus comes again, all things will be made new.

Marie is survived by her loving family Ron (Connie) Letniak of Consort, Darlene (Paul) Karmy of Texas, Ellen (Bob) Bell of Lacombe and Lawrence (Debbie) Letniak of Veteran. Grandchildren David (Kristi) Karmy, Julie (Jason) Burghart, Curtis (Julie) Letniak, Kevin (Angela) Letniak, Brian Bell, Lisa (Nick) Jay, Ryan (Trina) Letniak and Jodi (Marvin) Primero; great-grandchildren Jonathan and Kaitlyn, Jacob and Jenna, Jaren and Landen and Chloe and Braden. Marie is also survived by her brother Alec (Betty) Tym, sister Lila Letniak, brother Bill (Betty) Tym, sister Ruth (George) Phillips and sister Josie (Lovyl) Marian, as well as numerous nieces, nephews, other relatives and very dear friends. She was predeceased by her father Steve, mother Pearl, husband James and by siblings Mike, Sam, Peter, Sophie and Esther.

A funeral service to celebrate Marie’s life was held at the Lacombe Community Seventh Day Adventist Church, 5804 45 Ave., on Sunday, January 5, 2014 at 2:00 P.M. with Pastor Warren Kay officiating. As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Marie, memorial contributions may be made to S.T.A.R.S or to Three Angels Broadcasting in care of Brennen Funeral Home and Cremation Services who have been entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Condolences can be forwarded to the family by visiting our website at www.brennenfuneralhome.com or www.coronationfuneralhome.ca

Bella May Lang

(nee Suey)

(April 22, 1920-Dec. 17, 2013)

It is with sadness that we announce the passing of Bella in Calgary on Tuesday, December 17, 2013 at the age of 93 years.

Bella was born in Calgary and raised in Consort, Alberta. Upon her marriage to Walter T. Lang in 1941, she and Walt lived in Picture Butte and then later in Lethbridge. She worked for many years as a giftware buyer and supervisor, and prior to her retirement, Bella was a director and shareholder of Kozy Kitchen Ltd. in Lethbridge. Bella loved to swim and crochet, and some of us were lucky enough to receive a colourful hand made Bella Lang afghan.

Bella is survived by her sister Valeen (Tiny) Pon; brother Harry Suey and numerous nieces and nephews.

She was pre-deceased by Walt (1965) and three of her siblings, Bill Suey, Kae Chow and Vivian Templeton.

A Celebration of Bella’s life will be held in the spring.

In living memory of Bella Lang, a tree will be planted at Fish Creek Provincial Park by McInnis & Holloway Funeral Homes, Chapel of the Bells, 2720 Centre Street North, Calgary, Alberta.