2014 Obituaries

Alexander Alfred Tym

(Aug. 30, 1923 – Jan. 31, 2014)

Theresa Emelia Koch

(Dec. 14, 1931-Feb. 9, 2014)

Theresa Emelia Koch was born on December 14, 1931 in Bodo, Alberta to Joseph and Annie Heck. Theresa passed away on February 9, 2014 at the Provost Health Centre at the age of 82 years.

Left to cherish her memory are Theresa’s children, Bernetta (Dale) Hirsch and their children, Nadine, Nicole (Levi) Thievin and their children, Liam and Logan; Kyle Koch and his children, Trey, Brady and Eric; Billy (Kimberly) Koch and their blended family, Alex Koch, Shawna Koch, Ian (Pamela) Anderson and their family and Shawn (Michelle) Anderson and their family; Maxine (Garry) Tebelmann and their children, Brandon Tebelmann, Chelsey Tebelmann and Kristy (Joseph) Caputo; brothers and sisters, Frank (Josephine) Heck, Madeline Sieben, Ida Miller, Leonard (Doris) Heck, Ted Heck, Ray (Audrey) Heck, Sally (Richard) Schamber, Vera (Don) Weinberger, Herman (Rose) Heck, Elsie Heck (Len Garbutt), Larry (Mary) Heck, Bernice (Tom) Schneider, and Diane Carson; sisters in law, Lucy Heck and Elaine Heck; as well as numerous nieces, nephews, other relatives, friends and neighbors.

Theresa was predeceased by her husband, Jacob; brothers, Jerome Heck, Norman Heck, Richard Heck and Eugene Heck; sister in law, Annamarie Heck; brothers in law, Jack Miller and Joe Sieben; niece, Sherry Schneider.

Eulogy

We are all here today to appreciate the life of Theresa Emelia Koch. In thinking about Theresa – I think of a few key words:

• Warmth, laughter

• Sister, wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and friend to many

• Gardener, baker, discer

• Card shark, and last but not least,

• Dancing Queen

I’m sure many of you can relate to why those words especially describe Theresa.

She was born December 14, 1931 on her parent’s farm near Bodo, with a spirit that would never leave her, even in her declining hours she still seemed to have her get-up-go.

She was the third eldest of 18 brothers and sisters born to parents Annie and Joe Heck. Many of Theresa’s siblings are here with us today…

Theresa’s life was full – it had its hard times, and good times, ups and downs, but she handled it all with her unique spark, and never-ending positive attitude.

Times were definitely tough for her as one of the oldest in our large family. Even as a little girl, she was a workhorse – she had to leave school in Grade 8 to help at home. She washed a lot of clothes, cooked a lot of food, and fetched a lot of water.

But, leaving school so young didn’t hold her back.

• She had amazing organizational skills that she used to run her family and contribute to several community events;

• She kept a daily journal of events on her calendar for many years of her life and knew exactly who was born to who, where and when; and

• She became a masterful scorekeeper for the million card games she played. As tough as life was for her along the way, she was also very lucky,

• She used to brag about how she never got a lickin’ as a little girl

• She could turn $10 worth of scratch tickets into $50 in the blink of an eye. She never did win the big prize that she might have hoped for, but she often went home with a small prize in her pocket and a big smile on her face … and that was enough to make her happy.

She was also lucky to find the love of her life in Jake – they were married 49 years.

She left home at 21 to start her own family – adding Bernetta, Billy and Maxine -and eventually welcoming Kyle into the family – all who went on to bring beautiful grand and great-grandchildren into her life – most of whom are here with us today.

Again, there were some tough times, but in the end, her and Jake, working side by side, built a solid and wonderful life together.

She used to reminisce about getting power out to the farm in 1963, and getting running water in 1972. Before that getting water was an Olympic event – and when it came to hauling 5 gallon pails of water, she certainly earned a gold medal.

But, like everything in her life, she took it all in stride. She handled everything with a strong reserve and sheer determination. She was relentless when she set her mind to getting something done – when she started something, she finished it – and she took great pride in everything she did.

Her garden was her pride and joy – it was immaculate – not a thing out of place. She picked a lot of weeds, and hauled even more pails of rain water. She even won the Provost Green Thumb Award.

Theresa was committed to her church – a respected member of the CWL and someone that the whole community could count on to serve wherever she was needed. She made sure her family attended church every Sunday. Bernetta and Maxine have not so fond memories of trying to sleep on big hard plastic curlers every Saturday night in preparation for looking their very best on Sunday morning.

People close to Theresa know that she sometimes – well maybe often – wore her emotions on her sleeve. She cried a lot over the years – but she laughed a lot too. I can still hear her giggling and laughing…

I wonder how many of us remember hearing her signature “holler” when she discovered something alarming… like a mouse in her shoes – or like the day that she went into the cupboard to serve guests a piece of the nice chocolate cake she had baked earlier in the day – only to discover it all gone. Billy thought he was going to die and hid behind the stove … I hear she cried, but we’ve all laughed about it since.

Or –

How she would howl with laughter after throwing a hard boiled egg on her unsuspecting great-grandson Trey’s head to help with peeling it.

She prepared a lot of food over the years. She loved to cook and bake. She spent a lot of time in her kitchen making bread, pies, cinnamon buns – her famous buns – and a family favorite – knip and kraut. She spent a full day teaching her granddaughter Chelsey how to make the perfect glazed donut. She took great pride in never quite giving away her own special secrets that made everything taste so good.

Her family and circle of friends were her world. And she loved all of it – taking care of people – cooking for anyone who came to visit, and helping so many in her community – these were pure joy to Theresa Koch.

And, oh, did she love playing cards – with anyone who would take the time – and win or lose – she enjoyed every minute – or should I say every hour – and hours and hours and hours.

And then there was the dancing – she so loved to dance – again with anyone who would take the time.

Every Saturday night if there was a dance, Theresa would be there with bells on – burning up the dance floor – loving every minute of it.

The late Earl Kropinske once said that Theresa and Ida were his favorite dancers of all time.

Theresa Koch – dancing queen. She used to say “where there’s a will, there’s a way” – and as I figure it, she must have made up her mind it was time to be dancing again with Jake… and she finally found the way.

Rest in peace, sister. You will be missed.

Ronald Chester Southoff “Ron”

(July 12, 1945 – Jan. 28, 2014)

Ronald Chester Southoff was born July 12, 1945 in Provost, the eldest son of Ed and Evelyn Southoff. His youth was spent schooling in Czar and Hughenden until 1964 when he graduated and went on to attend SA1T in the Heavy Duty Mechanic program. As a youth he was always participating in 4-H activities and hockey outside of the wonderful family times with all the Hobbs family and friends.

He met the love of his life, Dianne Sieben, in the spring of 1967. They were married November 11, 1967. It was in July 1968, that Ron and Dianne moved off the old Southoff place south of Czar to the place Dianne still calls home. Through the initial years there, Ron worked a few jobs away from the farm until coming back to farm next to his dad on Shorncliffe Farms – a farrow to finish hog operation, and to help with the farming on the land south of Amisk. For the next 20 years …that was their family’s life! Ron continued to farm until his passing.

CARD OF THANKS –

The family of Ron Southoff would like to thank everyone for their acts of kindness shown us in the death of our husband, father and grandfather. Thanks to everyone for the flowers, food brought to the house and funeral, visits, cards, calls and hugs. We couldn’t have gotten through this trying time without your help. Thanks to Gregory’s Funeral Home for your expertise and professional work. You’re the best. Thanks to Ches Spornitz for singing and Eleanor Ness for the service. Your thoughtfulness will never be forgotten. We have been surrounded by wonderful people. In lieu of thank you cards, we have made a donation to the M.D. of Provost, Shorncliff Lake Association. God Bless.

Dianne

Troy, Shelton and Caby

Tricia, Terry, Shaelyn

and Shandra

DR. G.H. LAYCRAFT

Dr. George Harold Laycraft “Harold” passed away quietly, peacefully and with dignity on February 15 at the age of 90. Born in Veteran Alberta, he lived his primary years in High River, Alberta.

In 1941, he and his twin brother Herb joined the Canadian Army and served in the Atlantic command until 1943. The twins were then seconded to the Australian Imperial Forces and served in Australia from 1944 to 1946.

After the war, Harold entered Medical School at the University of Alberta. In 1953, he began his internship at the Calgary General Hospital and began practice as a GP in Drumheller, Alberta. There he belonged to the mine safety crew and participated as a physician in several underground mine rescues. He completed post graduate training in Anesthesiology at the Vancouver General Hospital and practiced this specialty in Saskatchewan. Dr. Laycraft had resolved to practice medicine until the age of 40 at which time he would change careers to resource exploration – oil and gas and minerals. His reason for changing careers was to seek stimulation of a new career at middle age. This was done in 1968 when he retired from the practice of medicine to devote full time to activities in the oil and gas exploration field. Harold had found his passion. He became a Director of two of the largest independents of the Canadian oil industry – Sceptre Oil and Gas and United Canso Oil and Gas. He was instrumental in the development of the Dusty Mac open pit gold and silver mine at Okanagan Falls, B.C. which was brought to production in 1973. He was also involved in the Grantsville open pit heap leaching silver mine in Nevada that was brought to production in 1988. Over the years, until his retirement, Harold founded and ran several successful large oil and gas companies, Ultra Petroleum and Transglobe being two of them. He was very proud of his achievements and success in all areas of his chosen field.

Harold is survived by his twin brother, Chief Justice J. H. (Herb) Laycraft, his dear friends Lesley and Alex Reid, his sister-in-law Lois Laycraft and many nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his parents George and Hattie Laycraft, his brothers John and Wendell and his twin sisters Ruth and Beth.

Harold was a quiet and intelligent man with a love for fishing, gardening and reading. He spent many hours tying flies for his fishing hobby at his retreat on Keats Island and sailing along the B.C. coast. He loved animals, dogs especially, and watched the blue herons nest every year from his Vancouver apartment. An expression he used often was “high grade” and he was that high grade person – generous and loyal. He has “gone fishin”.

By request, no funeral service will be held. Online condolences may be offered at www.woodlawn-mtcheam.ca.

Joyce Beryl Westerlund

May 25, 1933 – Feb. 23, 2014

Obituary and Tribute

by Tim Westerlund

Joyce was born May 25, 1933, sixth in a family of five boys and three girls to parents, Gordon and Mable Meers. She was born in Alsask, Saskatchewan and became an Albertan just 10 days later, after journeying home with her parents in a wagon to their farm seven miles northeast of Acadia Valley.

Joyce attended Stony Slope School, one and a half miles from home, for grades one through seven. On Sundays in the summer, the whole family walked there for church and Sunday School. In the spring of 1940, the family moved one mile north, purchasing Uncle Victor Wiedeman’s farm, giving them a bigger house, a basement, an attic, a barn, a couple granaries, a chop bin and more trees. It was an exciting time! School was now only half a mile away. A highlight was living with her sister, Hazel, who was then teaching in Veteran, while in grade eight. Grade nine was taken by correspondence. The next two years Joyce was home, cooking and looking after the family while her Mom recovered from a serious operation. There was correspondence but no regular hours to work on it. She stayed in the Dorm at Oyen in 1949-50 to take grade ten. She loved school and did well. She rode the bus to Acadia Valley from 1950–1952 for grades eleven and twelve, graduating in June of 1952. For the next fourteen months she worked in the Co-op store in Oyen and Acadia Valley.

Special memories of those years included picnics, races, ball games, home-made ice-cream; Christmas concerts and Christmas day; Mom’s Sunday dinners and cream puffs; dresses sewn by Mom, often out of patterned flour sacks; Dad’s gardens and trees, his generosity and clever mind; her one and only bicycle; riding the work horses; raising chickens and turkeys; skating parties on sloughs; gentle three day rains and ‘working hard’ so they had time to play.

It was while Joyce attended school in Oyen that she met a fellow from up near Esther. Their first meeting involved a driving incident – turns out Doug didn’t drive too well when captivated by the pretty teenager from Acadia Valley. They were married August 6, 1953, and fixed up an old house/granary combination in Doug’s folks’ yard for their first home. Joyce, Doug and the three boys moved down to the Percy Eaton/Scott farm in 1959.

Joyce supported their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren in all their interests. She shared her love for music and dancing, saving money from selling cream to buy a record player and records and using them to teach her kids to dance in their living room.

Joyce’s interests were many and varied. She enjoyed curling in Esther and local rinks, Calgary and Medicine Hat. She played ball with the Esther Ladies in the 50’s and 60’s, and later coached girl’s teams. She supported community functions and activities, was involved in Home and School, and was a member of the Rush Center WI. In 1975 she acquired her Private Pilot’s license and thoroughly enjoyed being in the air. Joyce became involved in local issues and politics, and was passionate about community issues. She was often approached to support or take the lead on local concerns. Trail riding – especially in the mountains – was one of her favorite holidays. She was an active partner in Dew Ranch Herefords/Westerlund Ranches and loved nothing better than trailing the cattle home in the fall with three generations of family assisting.

Health issues resulted in a move to the Extended Care Facility in Oyen when Doug passed away in March 2010. Up until that time, Doug had provided care for her at the ranch. Joyce’s struggles ended February 23, 2014 with her loved ones by her side.

In addition to fourteen grandchildren, Joyce was blessed with eight great-grandchildren. She is survived by three sons, Terry and children Janie (Wes) Comstock (Colt and Ruger), Pam (Darcy) Gorgichuk (Roper and Laycee), Terry (Liz) Westerlund (Emma, Douglas and Warren); Tim (Dianne) and children Katelyn and Levi; Clay (Sharon) and children Charmaine (Steve) and Madden, Vance (Kari), Courtney (Chris) and Bridgette, Jace and Shanelle; daughter Kathy (Darren) Simpson and children Justine, Kelsey, Tyrell and Wyatt; brother Ken (Anne) Meers; sister Hazel Bysterveld; brother Mervin (Amanda) Meers; brother-in-law Lloyd (Maxine) Westerlund and sister-in-law Linda (Lawrence) Wilson; plus numerous nieces, nephews and cousins.

Funeral Service was held Tuesday, March 4, at the Esther Community Hall in Esther, Alberta. Officiating Clergy was Bonnie Burke. A tribute was given by Tim Westerlund and Kelsey Simpson. Ralph and Marvel Jorgenson provided special music. Honorary Pallbearers were Joyce’s grandchildren and great-grandchildren, along with all of her family, neighbors, and friends who cared and shared in her life.

Memorial tributes may be directed to Oyen & District Health Care Foundation, Box 150, Oyen, Alberta, T0J 2J0; or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Following the funeral service, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Esther community in the hall.

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

Tribute

by Kelsey Simpson

Hello all,

I am Kelsey Joyce Simpson, the youngest granddaughter of her 14 grandchildren. Kathy is my mom and I am blessed to carry on Grandma’s name as my middle name. Named after my Grandma for strength, I was born just 60 years after Grandma as we share our lucky number 3 she was born in 1933 and I was born 03/03/93.

As the youngest granddaughter, I never got to spend as much time with Grandma as some, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have a huge impact on my life.

My parents have always been very hard working people and to do that with a young family meant a lot of time for my sister and I at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. They were always eager to have us over but always less eager to let us go. I remember falling asleep standing up by the door because Grandma and Grandpa just never wanted to say goodbye, and when they finally did, they always watched through the kitchen window and waved until we were out of sight.

As most of you know, Papa was always the social butterfly who loved the limelight. He was always there to feed us candy when Grandma wasn’t looking and let us stay up late watching TV. This unfortunately forced Grandma into the bad cop role. We would usually hear DOUGLAS being yelled from the kitchen and then her quick and determined steps heading for the living room. While Papa would laugh as Grandma got more and more infuriated, us grandkids learned to heed her quickly. But that didn’t mean Grandma didn’t know how to have fun. Mom said on our trip to Disneyland with Papa and Grandma, it was harder to keep track of Grandma than it was to keep track of my sister and I. She was literally a kid in the world’s biggest playground.

Even though they bickered and bantered back and forth about the cows or about what to feed the grandkids, anyone who spent time with them knew Papa and Grandma loved each other. It didn’t matter if they were in the middle of the mountains on a trail ride or down in Disneyland with us, they were usually smiling and making eyes at each other.

A good quote that I think applies here is from the novel and movie the Notebook. “They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.”

Not only was Grandma proud of her grandkids, she was proud of her children. In the Esther history book Grandma wrote, “our children – from a mother’s point of view – Terry: immaculate and talented, who was hanging up his coat and cap and arranging his boots neatly beneath them at one year of age; Tim: with a zest for living and learning-no challenge too great for him; Clay: quiet, with a sense of humor , who could converse about the news and world affairs even before he went to school; Kathy: a beautiful daughter, perceptive, talented and has a love of horses, animals and the great outdoors.”

One of Grandma’s greatest passions besides her family was being involved in politics. Kevin Sorenson unfortunately couldn’t be here today but he told us how dedicated and passionate Grandma Joyce was. I was fortunate enough to be present at the Grain Market Freedom Day two years ago where Prime Minister Stephen Harper announced the official end of the Canadian Wheat Board. I ran into Kevin there and introduced myself and once he made the connection he instantly lit up. We then spent the next hour reminiscing and telling stories about Grandma in the “good old days”. He then introduced me to a handful of people that all had stories to tell about Grandma and how she never took shit from anyone and that her nickname was the Iron Lady of Crowfoot for her political likeness to Margaret Thatcher. They say she never wavered and always believed in standing up for the people.

As Grandma was never one to brag about herself, usually only her grandchildren, I never knew very much about her own aspirations and goals in life. But by the time I entered my first year of journalism school, it was revealed to me that Grandma too had a passion for writing and that she wanted to pursue a career in journalism. Although the ranch was her home, Grandma always dreamed of something more and expressed that artistically through her attempts at painting and her knack to always have a camera in her hand. By 1975, those aspirations translated into the ability to fly and she and Papa both quickly earned their pilots license. I have been told one of her favorite trips was travelling to Texas with friends.

Whether it was flying, ranching, or minding her grandbabies, Grandma always had her hands full. On the front of the pamphlet you will find a quote from my grandma that describes much about her.

?My life is full, busy and interesting. I do not remember ever being bored!”

Grandma truly believed that being bored was a state of mind and an emotion that we are all in control of. One of her greatest joys in life was that she was always busy and that her life was full of people, places, and events. I am sure she would want all of her grandkids and great-grand kids to know that you are in control of your own life and maybe we aren’t dealt the cards we want, or think we deserve, but it is on us to persevere and make the best of it.

To Terry, Tim, Clay, and my mom, you all know how blessed you were to have such an amazing mother and to some an amazing mother- in-law, to others an amazing friend, neighbor or relative and to me an amazing mentor, friend, inspiration and grandmother.

I would like to read a quick poem that I wrote after hearing of Grandma’s passing. Like Grandma, words often come to me at odd times and while I was in Calgary counting down the days until I could be home with my family, these words comforted me.

You are out there

somewhere Grandma

Riding up above the clouds

And even though I miss you

I am sure glad you’re there now

There is no more suffering

No more hurt to feel

Just happiness and love

It must be unreal

Papa has been a waiting

For a couple years or more

With his big cowboy hat

And pearly smile waiting by the door

As we remember you

And all the good times we had

We realize your strength and stubbornness

I guess it wasn’t all that bad

They say you never wavered

Up there on that political stage

I wish I could have seen you

The “Iron Lady” of the age

You had a passion for words and stories

And you have passed that down to me

I will cherish that

connection we share forever

Even though sometimes it may be hard to see

So say hello to Papa for me

And anyone else we’ve lost

I know you will be happy up there

Even if our grief is the cost

And although I can’t see you

I still feel you near

Anytime I write or feel inspired

I know you hold me dear

So enjoy your time up there grandma

Because I know it won’t be long

Before mom and dad and the rest of us

Will come a riding right along

Card of Thanks

The family of Joyce Westerlund would like to thank everyone for their hugs, visits, calls, food and understanding in the communities. The flowers and cards were very beautiful and were much appreciated.

Thank you to MacLean’s Funeral Home and Bonnie Burke for all your expertise and professional work; Marvel and Ralph Jorgenson for the music that mom loved so much.

Everyone’s acts of kindness have helped us celebrate our mom’s (grandma, great grandma) life.

Thank you from

Terry Westerlund and

families

Tim and Dianne

Westerlund and family

Clay and Sharon

Westerlund and families

Kathy and Darren

Simpson and family

Rick Liknes

(Feb. 22, 1953 – Feb. 25, 2014)

Eulogy

By Lesley and Terry Liknes

Richard Randall Liknes passed away on Tuesday, February 25, 2014 at Coronation Hospital and Care Centre, Coronation, Alberta at the age of 61 years.

Rick was born Feb. 22, 1953 in Consort Hospital, the second of three children born to Leonard and Marion Liknes. He grew up in Monitor and attended school there for grades one to four in the one-room school house. He went to Consort for grades five to eight, and when his mother started teaching in Altario, he went with her, graduating there.

Rick attended Olds College where he took an agricultural course. He worked at a few different jobs throughout his life. In 1981, he began his pursuit in farming when he and Terry purchased the farm from their dad. He loved his country life.

On Feb. 2, 1974, Rick married Mariena Kelts, and in 1990, they were blessed with their daughter, Kayli.

Rick was known as a quiet, unassuming man with a very kind and gentle heart. He loved socializing, but was not usually the one doing the talking. A smile, a laugh, a furrowed brow, and everyone knew he was taking it all in. He enjoyed being an active listener.

Rick loved pets, especially dogs, and especially St. Bernards. Like him, his dogs were always very friendly and welcoming, wanting to share their affection. And sometimes, maybe more friendly than some people appreciated! Because, of course, Rick’s dogs were never subjected to a lot of discipline – he could never say a harsh word to them.

Rick really enjoyed the outdoors, and camping and fishing trips were favorite activities. Many family members and friends have fond memories of camping, fishing and water skiing with Rick. Two summers ago, he mentioned he really wanted to sit around a campfire. At this time, his health had been deteriorating, and his strength had declined. But he decided to make the four and a half hour drive to the lake with family and friends, driving his own car. He was spelled off in the driver’s seat for the last part of the drive, but did manage to make the trip home on his own. This past summer, he enjoyed a fishing trip with family and friends, and was successful in catching a couple fish, unlike most others on the boat!

Rick met Norma and he became part of a large, extended family. He was included in many family gatherings and events, and with his “Saskatchewan family” he enjoyed many outings, from camping and fishing to riding segways at West Edmonton Mall. Rick always loved children, and all those in Norma’s family shared their love with him.

Rick liked music, mostly classic rock tunes, and he always had a large supply of tapes and/or CD’s in his vehicles. He was a big fan of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band; his favorite song of theirs was “Fishin’ in the Dark” (and Norma says they did a fair bit of fishing in the dark!). Elvis Presley was also a favorite, and Trevor and I remember listening to lots of Elvis tunes when we visited Uncle Rick. One of Mom and Dad’s favorite memories of Uncle Rick will be one evening after supper when they started a “remember that song? Who sang that?” conversation/contest. Eventually, the laptop had to be brought in – and besides verifying answers, it prolonged the nostalgia as they started listening to more and more tunes. Uncle Rick had a great time!

Rick’s health started deteriorating and the last three to four years involved countless medical trips and appointments. He never complained, and no matter who asked him how he was doing, whether friend or doctor, his answer was always, “I’m fine”; perhaps a frustrating challenge to his doctors, but nothing compared to the frustration he must have been feeling. He is to be admired for his perseverance, never complaining, always hoping for some answers.

His declining health had forced an end to his farming, and in October, 2013 he moved into the Consort Seniors’ Lodge, where he appreciated all the care he received.

Rick was predeceased by his mother, Marion, on Nov. 9 , 2002, and his father, Leonard, June 30, 2008. He will be lovingly remembered by his daughter, Kayli, and her mother, Mariena; brother Lawrence, brother Terry (Cathy), Lesley and Trevor; special friend, Norma Hansen; many nieces, nephews, cousins and friends.

Uncle Rick has always been a big part of our lives. From the time Trevor and I were born, we always gathered at Grandma and Grandpa Liknes’ place, and after they were no longer there, at our place. Uncle Rick had his own place at our table, and after he moved to the Lodge, Mom and Dad missed his daily breakfast and supper visits. He celebrated his 61st birthday in Coronation Hospital with family and friends, and enjoyed his special request, a Peanut Buster Parfait.

I will always remember that no matter how tough the times became for my Uncle, he would always give you a smile. Words cannot describe how much we are all going to miss him, but in the same moment we are extremely proud of how strong and determined he was during these past few years. He never gave up and I believe that is something we should all cherish in our hearts. He was a great guy and I am honored to have spent my life with him as a part of it. I find comfort knowing that he is no longer suffering and that he is probably playing cards with Grandma and Grandpa as we speak. I also know that my family and I now have another angel watching over us, and I hope that everyone here today can find the comfort and the positive in things that my family and I have been able to do.

 

Tribute by Frank Murphy

We are here today to celebrate the life of a quiet, humble man. To say that Rick was a man of few words would be a definite understatement. The following story demonstrates Rick’s typical reaction to situations. When Rick was about 10 or 12 he was riding in an old pickup truck with Laurie driving. Just south of Monitor, the passenger door flew open and Rick fell out. Laurie backed up to about where he thought he had lost him. All of a sudden there was a rustling in the tall grass, Rick crawled out of the ditch and back into the truck, closed the door, and never said anything. The first I heard about this was when Laurie related it to me last week.

Fairly early in life, Rick started wearing glasses (thick glasses) but he loved playing football in the Monitor school yard. A pair of new glasses were only good for a few minutes. During those years everyone got used to seeing Rick with taped up, glued up, reinforced frames. Most of the time they were bad enough that only a Liknes could devise a way to patch them back together.

During his growing up years in Monitor, Rick hung out with the other kids. Quality time was spent skating on the rink in the winter, swimming in and camping by the creek in the summer, playing kick the can and all kinds of games. In the evenings, especially when his Murphy cousins were in town (against our parents orders) we would play knock down ginger – totally annoying the neighbours.

When the pool table arrived at the Liknes home it wasn’t long until Rick was proficient. His brothers won’t admit it but no one in the family was close to being a match for Rick.

Rick enjoyed camping, boating, water skiing, fishing, hang gliding and almost all sports.

Rick had a strong sense of family, he enjoyed being at family functions and seeing everyone, and taking part in whatever was happening. This was true with the Liknes family, the Domanski family, the Kelts family and the Hanson family. Rick loved games (family gatherings always involved games) – board games, cards, and all games. He always took part, even as sick as he has been the past few years, if a game started he always stayed around to play.

Even in his weakened state, a couple of years ago at Terry’s branding, Rick saw the trail bike sitting there and jumped on it and went for a ride. The rest of us felt he was too weak and frail to do that but Rick wasn’t going to pass up a few minutes of fun.

I always felt that I was treated special at Marion and Leonard’s home. What I failed to realize for a good number of years was that all the nieces and nephews, all relatives as well as friends and everyone else who stopped were treated special by Liknes’ both within and outside of their household. Rick definitely noticed and learned this lesson well. He treated everyone with respect and friendship.

Rick seldom, if ever, asked anything of anyone. Rick faced the world with total acceptance. He treated the people in it with respect. He was non judgemental. He was friendly, he was fun, and generally found life quite amusing.

This amusement continued with Rick, we stopped for a few minutes on his 61st birthday only a few days ago and took in a peanut buster parfait that we’d picked up in Stettler. Donna said that someone told us that he liked peanut buster parfaits. Rick just chuckled and said “Laurie”. Then when Donna asked him if he’d arranged for hearing aids when they were in Red Deer, Rick said no, he chuckled again and said, “Terry was sure annoyed with me”.

Rick didn’t have the vices and avoided the temptations that so many of us can’t resist. Rick showed little desire to drive a new vehicle or buy things to impress others. He never gossiped or spoke harshly about anyone. He seemed to always be in control of his actions and his comments. Rick listened rather than talked. Rick appeared content with life.

Rick has been a part of my life for as long as I can recall. Over the years, I have spent a lot of time with Rick and all of the Liknes family. This has been going on for in excess of 60 years and I know that this will continue for us. It has been an honour to do a tribute to Rick today.

The last few years were extremely rough, being sick, losing weight, going through numerous tests and never getting a clear indication of what was wrong. Rick turned from a big strong man who we felt could move mountains to a mere skeleton. Even through the frustration, Rick faced this with acceptance, courage and class. We now realize Rick was fighting cancer. Rick is in a wonderful place today, free of pain and filled with joy. God bless you all and thank you for your friendship to Rick and to each other.

Memories of Rick Liknes

By Keith Hemke

When Terry and Cathy asked me to reminisce about a few of the old stories I was very honored. The hard part was keeping it short.

We all had nicknames in those days. There was Gus, Ed, Newsh, Ding, Mo, etc., and Rick’s was DAD. How that came about or when I am not sure. Maybe it was because he was the most mature (it didn’t take much) or had a girlfriend or could fix anything mechanical just like our Dad’s.

Rick took after his Dad as far as being very mechanical. This was a good thing as all our vehicles we could afford were old. Rick’s was usually the oldest. I don’t ever remember him having one you started with a key. Hooking up wires or various metal things did the trick just as well.

One time Rick called the guys up all excited that he had a new car. We found out later it was 4 years older than the last one!

I think the story I remember the best was the nice sunny day four of us were coming west down the Pemukan Hill. This particular car Rick started with a broken twine from a pitchfork, the transmission was three on the steering wheel. It had a habit of slipping out of gear. So once he had it in gear a big rubber band that came up thru a hole in the floorboards held it in place. We noticed it seemed to be getting smoky in the back seat; sure enough the floorboards were on fire! (What a waste of a case of beer) Out went the fire, off came the exhaust system and we were on the road again.

How Rick managed to get married with friends like us I will never know! One night after the bar closed we didn’t have anywhere to go. As Rick was the only one with a house, up we went (even though he wasn’t with us). Now Ed had just gotten some add on to his truck which were external speakers you could broadcast thru. So at 1 in the morning with lights flashing came booming in the night, “Dad Liknes, This is the Police, Come out with your hands up.” Of course we were welcomed in.

Another time we were working in Medicine Hat and Rick was desperate to get home to Consort for the weekend to his girlfriend. Newsh and I said we would take our car. About Milk River he realized it wasn’t a short cut to Consort. Off to Great Falls we went. Saturday afternoon we left Rick at a lounge while we went to the store. When we came back, there he was friends with everyone and off we went to someone’s house for a barbecue.

Rick, as you may remember, used to like to have a wooden match in his mouth. Unfortunately that became dangerous when friends used to light it.

Another story was when a bunch was off to Czar Lake. There were a couple of young men from Norway or Sweden who were working on a local farm. They could not believe it when Rick loaded up his Lincoln with firewood. First the trunk, then the back seat and then the front seat! I am sure they are still talking about it in Norway or Sweden!

Rocks! Everyone knew Rick’s pet peeve with farming was rocks. Over them, around them, but never pick them!

Rick was always there for you. A quiet, true friend, who never asked for anything, would do anything for you, never expecting something in return.

We will miss him.

Card of Thanks

We sincerely thank everyone for the support and caring during this difficult time. Thank you for the visits, phone calls, food, floral tributes, memorial donations and cards. Thank you so much to Heather and staff at Coronation Funeral Home for compassion and professionalism; to Pastor Darrel Durksen for conducting a comforting memorial service and to all those who took part in it; and to the Veteran Full Gospel Church Ladies for providing lunch.

We would especially like to thank all those who phoned and visited Rick. He did truly appreciate your friendship and concern. Thank you to the residents and staff at Consort Seniors’ Lodge, and thank you to Drs. Usher, McConnell and Thompson and all the staff at the Consort Medical Clinic and Coronation Hospital for the care given Rick. We are very grateful to all.

The Liknes Family

Eldon Thulien

(April 29, 1949-March 3, 2014)

Eldon Thulien went home to be with His Lord and Savior March 3rd, 2014 at the age of 64 years.

Eldon was born April 29th, 1949 to Obed and Anne (Durksen) Thulien in Coronation, Alberta. Eldon was a happy child and enjoyed time with his siblings and friends. He was very athletic, enjoyed running, basketball and hockey in his earlier years. Growing up on the farm he helped with the work and eventually took it over as his career and branched out into raising purebred Charolais cattle. He attended Veteran, Coronation, Red Deer for schooling and two years at Eston Full Gospel Bible Institute where he met Gloria Buchanan whom he married November 14, 1970. They celebrated 43 years of marriage a few months ago. In 1973, they welcomed a daughter Carla their first child into their family and in 1974 a son Deryk.

Eldon was known to be a man of integrity and strong personal relationship with Jesus His Lord. He also loved to joke and laugh. Eldon and family attended and were active members in the Veteran Full Gospel Church. He was involved with the Full Gospel Camp and donated use of the barn loft and equipment for many years.

Eldon was diagnosed with MS when he was 35 years which he took in stride and trust in His Lord to give him strength. He and Gloria continued to live on the farm until 2001 and then moved to Red Deer. They enjoyed living together until 2011 with Gloria being his sole caregiver. His care needs changed so he moved into Michener Extendicare where he made many friends with his gentle strong spirit and wonderful sense of humor. Eldon’s family knew they were loved by his encouragement and blessing upon them.

Eldon is survived by his loving wife Gloria, Carla (Thulien) & Richard, Drew, Charity & Merody Maiklem, Deryk & Kristina, Nicole & Cameron Thulien, his mother Anne Thulien, Lee & Donna Thulien, Lois (Thulien) & Don Toth, Milton & Terry Thulien, Yvonne Thulien, Nolan & Edith Thulien, brother and sister in laws and numerous nieces and nephews. Eldon is predeceased by his father Obed Thulien.

A celebration of Eldon’s life was held at the Veteran Full Gospel Church in Veteran, Alberta on Sunday, March 9th at 2:00 p.m. with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating. As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Eldon, memorial contributions may be made to a charity of your choice in care of Coronation Funeral Home, P.O. Box 358, Coronation, Alberta 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

Davis Wittmack

(Sept. 11, 1954-March 4, 2014)

Davis Wittmack passed away March 4, 2014 in Edmonton, Alberta with his loving family by his side, at the age of 59 years. He was born on September 11, 1954 to parents Hans and Annie Wittmack, a brother to sisters Marie, Janice and Linda. He was raised at Loyalist with a lot of cousins close by. They enjoyed skating on the creek as a winter pastime. He entered many gymkhanas and received many trophies. He attended Consort school and then went to SAIT for mechanics on an apprenticeship while working at the Ford Garage. From there he went to Dome Petroleum. Though the company named changed, he worked there for 28 years. His latest job was working for Wittmack Contracting.

On February 24, 1979, at Consort, Alberta, he married Wendy (Smith). Together, they bought a farm South of Consort and raised their family of four, Trevor, Beverlee, Chad and Cody.

His love of rodeo carried on to his children and grandchildren with every year spent at the Gooseberry Lake Rodeo. He was a volunteer for many years, first for the Legion, then the Gooseberry Lake Rodeo Association.

He loved to travel, taking his children to Mexico and made many more trips back with Wendy by his side.

He had many hobbies including team roping and shooting trap at the Neutral Hills Gun Club. One of his favorite hobbies was biking to various points in the States and all over Alberta and the Yukon.

The most important thing to him was his family. He was so very proud of his children and once married, his new family and grandchildren became the light of his life. He loved to have numerous family gatherings and camping trips together.

He leaves behind his wife of 35 years Wendy, Trevor & Janna Wittmack (Hailee, Natalie, Jacy & Presley), Beverlee & Rob Deleff (Brooke, Ashley & Rylan), Chad & Carley Wittmack (Raina & Weston), Cody & Kelsey Wittmack, three sisters Marie & John Sveahun, Janice Wittmack and Linda Stone, as well as numerous nieces, nephews and cousins. He was predeceased by his mother Annie Wittmack, father Hans Wittmack and father in law Herb Smith.

A Funeral Service was held at the Consort Sportex Hall on Saturday, March 8, 2014 at 2:00 p.m. with Pastor Darrel Durksen officiating.

As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Davis, memorial donations may be made to the Heart and Stroke Foundation, the MS Society or the charity of the donor’s choice, in care of Coronation Funeral Home, P.O. Box 358, Coronation, Alberta TOC 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.

Card of Thanks

We would like to thank everyone for the overwhelming support the past week. Thank you for the phone calls, cards, flowers, plants, food, visits and the donations to the MS Society and Heart and Stroke. Thank you to the ladies for organizing the lunch. A big thank you to the Coronation Funeral Home and Pastor Darrel Durksen for all that you have done for us during this very difficult time.

Wendy Wittmack

Trevor, Janna & Family

Beverlee, Rob & Family

Chad, Carley & Family

Cody and Kelsey

Richard Andrew “Dick” Anderson

(Nov. 27, 1920-March 12, 2014)

Richard Andrew Anderson passed away March 12, 2014 in Consort, Alberta at the age of 93.

He leaves to mourn his loving wife Mildred of 62 years, his son Dave (Val) Anderson and children James and Ruth, daughters Debbie (Brian) Harvie and sons Chad and Trevor, Doris (Glen) Quaghebeur and sons Seth and Brent. Extended grandchildren include Philip, Stacey and Andrea Vandenberg and Tarin and Curan O’How. Richard has a surviving sister Margaret Lovlie, sister-in-law Grace Anderson and brother John (Florence) Anderson.

Richard was predeceased by his parents Tom and Lizzie Anderson, his son Donald, his brother-in-law Gustaf Lovlie, brother Ken and sister-in-law Eleanor, sister Edith and brother-in-law Peter Luft, brother Ron, brother-in-law Sven Holmen, sister-in-law Inez (Syd) Thompson.

The funeral service to honour Dick’s life took place at Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta on Wednesday March 19th, 2014 at 2:00 p.m. Officiating was Reverend Susan Bowyer. Pianist Stacy DeVos played for the congregational hymns “In The Garden” “Rock of Ages” and “All The Way My Savior Leads Me”. The choir was the leader of song. Words of Remembrance were by Dick’s daughter Debbie Harvie. Special music “In The Bulb There Is a Flower” was by Doug Fawcett & Karen Fawcett. The interment will be at Lake Road Cemetery in the spring. Active Pallbearers were grandsons, Chad Harvie, Trevor Harvie, Seth Woltersdorf, Brent Woltersdorf, James Anderson & Philip Vandenberg. Honorary Pallbearers were “All of Dick’s Family and Friends”. A luncheon followed the service in the Lower Hall of the church prepared and served by the UCW. As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Dick, memorial contributions may be made to the Alzheimer Society or to a charity of the donor’s choice in care of Coronation Funeral Home, P.O. Box 358, Coronation, Alberta TOC 1CO. Condolences can be forwarded to the family by visiting www.coronationfuneralhome.ca

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

Words of Remembrance

by Debbie Harvie

Richard Andrew Anderson

Good afternoon. For those of you that do not know me, I am Debbie Harvie, third child of Richard and Mildred Anderson.

First of all, on behalf of the family, I would like to express my gratitude for your attendance today as we appreciate your support at this time. In addition, we appreciate Susan for officiating, Stacy for playing the piano, the Lions Club for being here and providing the honour guard, the choir for getting together to sing, United Church women who will provide the luncheon at the reception and to Heather from the Coronation Funeral Home for all the detail and support she’s provided. The grandsons for being pallbearers. Special thank you to Karen and Doug Fawcett. Mom was absolutely thrilled when you agreed to sing for us today.

Dad was born on the Anderson Farm just southwest of Consort. In 2008, the Anderson Farm celebrated its 100th year. David and Val and family now operate and live on the farm. Dad was the second oldest child of six and was the oldest son. He had two sisters, Margaret and Edith, and three brothers, Ken, Ron and John. The only two remaining now are the oldest and youngest siblings, Margaret Lovlie and John Anderson.

Dad worked on the farm and attended school in Consort. Dad drove a school van to school. In high school, students often walked to Gooseberry Lake for dances, swimming and parties. Dad managed to get a model T car that his dad said he could have if he fixed it up. So dad scrounged around for parts and rebuilt it and made it work and then he was able to take that to school. I remember dad as very mechanically minded and that he could fix or create almost anything using whatever was at hand. Kind of like MacGyver.

He joined the army during World War II first in Camrose. Then transferred to the Royal Canadian Air Force. He received his wings in Calgary in 1943 which was quite a feat as those with nothing more than high school rarely got to be Pilots and certainly not considered for officer positions. Dad spent a year in Ontario before going to England. He was there until the war ended. He told a lot of stories about that time when he was in the Air Force especially when he was in London flying twin-engine trainers. Stories like walking the admiral home who had gotten a little tipsy, making sure the new recruits were not shortchanged with the London currency when they ordered beers in the bar, landing with one engine gone and no outward communication to the air-traffic tower. He talked about being sent a care package from home that contained popcorn seeds. The fellows there had never seen popped popcorn so once they did he had to spend the whole evening popping corn in his little mess tin so that everyone could have a sample.

Sometimes, when he had some days off, he would take a bike and tour around the English countryside. The roads were pretty narrow and he recalled one time where he came face-to-face with a lorrie or truck and he bailed into the bush. He came back with quite the road rash and scratches.

When they flew in London it was often during a blackout, and they often flew at night. This required being able to fly using only instruments. Dad was a navigational instructor to his fellow airmen. When he left England he was a Sergeant Major.

He returned to Consort in 1945 and took over the family farm in 1947. He never lost his love of flying and years later he was able to share in the ownership of an airplane with some friends here in Consort. He gave some folks extra lessons on landings as his were always so smooth.

In 1951, he married Mildred Holmen of Sedalia who worked at the Consort Enterprise as assistant editor. The first time he saw her, her car was stopped in front of the post office. It started to roll backwards and he ran to catch it. She caught it first and didn’t notice his heroic efforts trying to get there. They officially met face-to-face at a town dance.

Mom and dad had four children, Donald, David, Debbie and Doris. Sadly we lost Don to cancer in 1998 at the age of 46.

Mom and dad spent most of the time working on the farm; Dad in the field or with the cows and mom in the garden. Dad often helped out with the large garden and the picking of raspberries in the long raspberry patch. They talked about once picking 14 ice cream pails of raspberries in one day. I think David and Don helped out with that one.

One hobby that dad enjoyed was woodworking. He made a dresser, desk, tables and a coffee table to name a few. He also refinished a table and some chairs and other items as well.

Mom and dad took a few trips including some agricultural tours that extended as far as Europe to see Finland, Norway and Sweden, where they learned about some of the agricultural methods there. They also made the trip to Alaska three times. They did a bus trip through some of the US states including California, Minnesota and the Dakotas. They also took a Caribbean cruise and saw the Panama Canal. Dad thought that was pretty amazing. On that trip it was dad and three women including mom. That was Dick and the girls.

Dad was active on the farm and in the community. He was treasurer of the United Church, was active in the Lions Club, the Legion and the Loyalist Hall Association. At Loyalist Hall there was lots of disking and numerous social events. With the Lions Club there were lots of coffee meetings, supper meetings and community activities. He helped out a lot at the Bingos and worked the gate for admissions at the rodeo, or at the gun show, other times off volunteering at some pancake breakfast. He was also a director on the Dry Country Gas Co-op. That meant a trip down to Oyen every month along this with other duties.

A favourite winter activity was curling. I remember him in his blue sweater and black leather cap. The team that he was on actually had the rare achievement of scoring an eight ender, that he was thrilled to talk about. They received a trophy but more importantly as I remember, a years supply of pop. Another curling highlight was playing and “almost” beating Hector Gervais, who was at the time one of Alberta’s best curlers. It came down to the last rock.

When dad “semi retired” as farmers never really retire and David and Don took over the farm, dad still helped out wherever he could. You couldn’t get up early enough to beat him to do the morning chores. If you did try and get up earlier, he just got up earlier on the next day. So they finally just said okay dad you can do the chores. He also took up cross-country skiing again and got bicycles for himself and mom. When he was young, he often used cross-country skis to get to town via the railway tracks and he also used skis to check the traplines for rabbits.

Dad always liked playing cards and games. As children we learned to play crib and bridge very early. I think Doris could count before going to school because of so many crib games with dad. She was especially good at counting by two. When he got together with his brothers and sisters there were a lot of active bridge games. When grandchildren came along he spent a lot of time teaching them how to play games and enjoying several ad hoc games of checkers or dominoes. He often had someone tagging along with him in the tractor, or on a hay bale rack. He also loved mind challenging puzzles and would sit and fiddle with a Rubik’s cube or any other block or figure challenge until he had them figured out. He also liked to play horseshoes whenever there was a horseshoe pit available.

Dad was actively involved in farming and the community, enjoyed flying with the local flying club and was always ready to help neighbours when they were in need. I remember him as a quiet, patient, loving, kind, hard-working man.

Dad I am proud to be your daughter. I miss you, I love you, goodbye. I will see you again someday.

Card of Thanks

We, the family of Richard (Dick) Anderson, would like to thank everyone for their visits and support bestowed on us; the food, cards and to Coronation Funeral and the choir, Doug and Karen Fawcett for their duet, Rev. Susan Bowyer for conducting the funeral service and Stacy DeVos for playing the piano. Thank you to everyone.

Mildred Anderson

David & Val Anderson

and family

Debbie & Brian Harvie

and family

Doris & Glen Quaghebeur

and family

Gary David Guenthner

(Sept. 11, 1951 – March 11, 2014)

Gary David Guenthner was born to David and Leta on September 11, 1951 in Consort, AB. He was the eldest of three boys and later welcomed Ken and Ron into their family. Gary passed away on March 11, 2014 at the age of 62 in Edmonton, Alberta.

A love of the outdoors was something Gary cultivated. Being raised in the Sounding Lake area gave him many opportunities to explore the land and collect arrowheads, which was a favorite past time. His childhood was filled with many adventures as he and his brothers were mischievous by nature. He developed a love for animals and had a calming way with them. During his younger years Gary stayed active playing hockey and high school football.

Gary left high school and began working. He started a family at a young age and was blessed with four children. He welcomed his first

child, Tina, in 1974. Four years later, in 1978, Bobbie followed. They greeted Justin in 1980, and their family was completed when Kelly was born in 1982. Gary took great joy in his children’s accomplishments. This included the addition of his three granddaughters and three grandsons. Visits from his grandchildren and stories of their adventures brought him great happiness.

Throughout his life Gary held many positions in the oil and gas industry. He was known for his good work ethic and easy going nature. His natural ability as a handyman was an asset on the worksite and the family farm. In later years, Gary worked for the local businesses of Vincett Corral Cleaning and Consort UFA. He enjoyed these positions and the opportunities they presented for visiting with friends and neighbors.

Rodeo was a passion in the Guenthner family and Gary was no exception. He competed in the bull riding, saddle bronc and steer wrestling. In 1980 and 1981, Gary cinched the Lakeland Rodeo Association Steer Wrestling Championships. Two trophy saddles and numerous buckles are a testament to his athletic ability.

Gary is survived by his children; daughter Tina and her children Drew and Gage; daughter Bobbie; son Justin (Melissa) and their son Luke; daughter Kelly and her children Breanna, Ethan and Grace; his mother Leta; brothers Ken and Ron (Roxanne); nieces Tanya, Laurie, Jessica, Jodie, and Robyn; nephews Jeff (Daphne) and Scott; Uncle Larry (Betty); a large extended family and many dear friends.

Gary was predeceased by his father David and sister-in-law Dawn, both in 2012.

Eulogy

by Tanya Guenthner

I am truly honored to have been asked to give the eulogy for my Uncle Gary. He was a kind and thoughtful man who was a very important part of my life. I would also like to thank-you all for coming; he would have been touched that each of you took the time to attend his service and honor his memory.

Gary David was born on September 11, 1951 in Consort, AB. Gary was a beautiful baby and many suspected that he was his Granny Guenthner’s favorite as he was a kind and easy-going child. His granny often exclaimed that he was such a gorgeous baby he should have been a girl. This made the nickname of Susie, stuck on him at a young age, rather suiting.

Gary was a gracious big brother to Ken and Ron. He felt inclined to care for them and was visibly upset when they were bad. He would never hit them but he was known to grab Kenny and shake him when he was naughty. Gary was such a great protector that he actually once saved Kenny’s life by alerting his dad with an: ours Kenny, ours Kenny, when Kenny had ventured too close to the waterhole and toppled in. Growing up the boys spent a lot of time together as they shared similar interests. One of their favorite past times was keeping poor Grandma Leta guessing as to what they would get up to next. The mischievous trio were known for all sorts of shenanigans.

As adults when they got together, we were often regaled with the same stories of mischief. Some of my personal favorites include the time that Gary and Ken had Ronnie so scared about being beat up that when they chased him he ran through the barb wire fence while he was checking to see if they were gaining ground. Lucky for them, Grandma and Grandpa weren’t home so the boys had time to cover their tracks. They proceeded to take Ronnie to the house, hold him down on the kitchen table and ‘doctored’ the cut near his eye with iodine. Ronnie was able to exact some revenge when Gary was bucked off into the barb wire. The ‘doctors’ grabbed the Absorbine Junior and dumped it on his cut rear end. Their Granny had to come to Gary’s rescue to ease the burning sensation. I am not quite sure how Grandma and Grandpa managed to survive it all! Actually, given many of their brainwaves, the boys were lucky to come out with only minor injuries. One of their most outrageous ideas involved how they should hone their skills as cowboys. When Grandma and Grandpa headed to town they were often away for long periods of time. The boys quickly realized that there was enough time for them to run in the Hereford bulls to practice their bull riding. Ronnie was forced to act as the clown and bullfighter, although by his brother’s account he was not very good at it. The jig was soon up when their dad discovered their bull riding clothes hidden in the barn.

In adulthood Gary would often journey back home to visit and work with his brothers on the ranch. They appreciated having a good hand around. Someone who could rope, ride, fence, fix equipment and understand their futile attempts at hand signals. He had a keen understanding of livestock and was an asset when riding a horse or chasing and cutting

cattle. A few hard-working men can get a lot accomplished.

Uncle Gary was a talented man with a natural athletic ability. Rodeo was his sport of choice and while he was proud of his own accomplishments, the fact that he was able to share his passion for the sport with his son, Justin, probably brought him more joy. They were fortunate enough to be able to travel together, both competing in steer wrestling. This opportunity provided them with the chance to get to know each other in a different context. It was during these adventures that Justin and their traveling partner, Chad Bouchard, saddled Gary with another nickname, the Old Hippy due to the fact that he didn’t see a need to visit the barber very often. I am not sure how Uncle Gary put up with those two. They still laugh about the time Uncle Gary bought a brand new Stetson. He was really proud of it and placed it carefully in the camper before heading to bed. Justin and Chad headed out to the dance and rolled in later in a full on wrestling match. Gary was rudely awoken and told them in no uncertain terms to get outside. To add insult to injury, he awoke the next morning to find his brand new hat outside, floating upside down in a pail of water. It goes without saying that their travels were scattered with the laughter, frustration, exhaustion, and fun that are the making of the great memories you carry with you for a lifetime.

Uncle Gary would want me to tell you that he was rough and tough. And he was a strong cowboy, but he also had a kind heart and a soft side which made him incredibly endearing. It was the same soft heart that led him to get swiftly slapped by a little girl in grade 1. He admired her and thought that he should give her a little kiss to demonstrate his adoration. She was not so enamored. Gary was sensitive, so much so that at times I think he felt things so deeply it caused him great pain. In some ways it may have made him resistant to opening up too much.

I think you can tell a lot about a person by whether or not they are liked by animals and children. Uncle Gary was loved by both. His slow and patient mannerisms seemed to calm and relax those around him. When

he was at the farm you would often glance out the window to see him petting and talking quietly to a dog or a horse. He was very much like his father in that way. Animals could sense his gentle spirit, they were drawn to it and trusted him. I was distraught when my own pet, a parrotlet, abandoned me and buddied up to Uncle Gary. I tried my damndest to bond with that darn bird and all he had to do was coo ‘dumb bird, dumb bird’ and she would fly right over to him, rest on his shoulder, and let him pet her. I finally gave up and left the traitor bird at the farm in the care of Grandma and Uncle Gary!

Children also sensed Gary’s tender nature. He enjoyed teasing kids and entertaining them. He kept a stash of plastic animals in his van that he would give to kids who held a special place in his heart. Always thoughtful, he kept a few toys handy at the lodge so his little guests would be entertained. Gary took great pride in his grandkids and while he didn’t get to see them as often as he would have liked, he took pleasure in hearing about their activities and treasured their visits. He was quick to share tidbits about what they had been up to and the funny things they had said with his visitors. I fondly remember him playing with his grandson, Luke. He was not feeling very well at the time but he was not going to miss an opportunity to wrestle and get up to mischief with Luke. Children brought him delightment.

Working with his hands and being outside was something Gary enjoyed. He occupied his time with hobbies such as collecting arrowheads, leatherwork, and woodworking. Gary was good to his mother and they enjoyed each other’s company. He was often voluntold to head to the shop to help Grandma with her corral building. Uncle Gary would protest and complain relentlessly but truthfully he enjoyed every minute of it. Grandma frequently benefitted from his many talents. He had one of his arrowheads put onto a necklace for her and he gave her a leather purse which he had fashioned and engraved.

Some might say that one of Gary’s favorite hobbies was playing tricks. He had a great sense of humor and enjoyed nothing more than a good joke. He is the only person who has ever attempted to explain to me how to run a wire from the battery of a car to the driver’s seat to give the person a good jolt. A few of you here may understand firsthand what I am talking about! The staff at the lodge was privy to his active imagination as they were in a constant battle trying to one up each other. I know I was shocked one day to arrive at his room to find the entrance way piled with rolls of toilet paper. He just chuckled and took pleasure in sharing his plans for retaliation. He brought a lot of laughter and life to the lodge. He was very kind to the other residents and brought them much joy. If there was an opportunity to have a little fun, he was game. I find the apple often does not fall far from the tree. Gary’s own children also have a playful nature. Kelly remembers that she and Justin really wanted to go to town one day with their Dad but he had told them they had to stay home. They were not satisfied with his answer and decided to take matters into their own hands, stowing away in the back of the vehicle. Just when they thought they were close enough to town to get away with it, they jumped up surprising the hell out of their dad. The trip was a great success as the kids got to join the excursion and Gary got a little taste of his own medicine.

They say you can tell a lot about a person’s character by watching how he treats those who can’t do him any good and how he treats those who can’t fight back. Uncle Gary treated both people and animals with compassion and thoughtfulness. He never seemed rushed, he took the time to think things out and do them the right way. It always seemed as if he was present right in that moment with you and it had a way of making you feel content and appreciated. When you were with him he made you understand that you were important and worth his time. He had a considerate and loyal way about him that gave you confidence in him. I cannot count the number of times he helped me to get out of a jam or to fix something on the farm. He never made me feel stupid or inadequate and I knew he would never sell me out. Oh, he would make sly little jokes when it was appropriate but he always let me come clean in my own time.

Uncle Gary was a stealthy teacher. Although, he probably wouldn’t like me using that description as he openly despised school. But he did teach us, none the less. He taught us that an inherent stubbornness, while infuriating at times, can also be a blessing from which you can draw strength. His grit, determination, and courage allowed him to defy many health struggles. He taught us to let go of that which you cannot control or change. He taught us about the healing powers of love and laughter. I believe that Gary’s daughter-in-law, Melissa, put it best. She said that in the last few years Gary became the person he was striving to be. He came home and worked on developing the relationships that were important to him. He felt the love of family and found pleasure in the things that truly mattered to him. Uncle Gary cherished the time he spent with his children. He felt blessed to

have them by his side as his health declined and to have the opportunity to tell them how much they meant to him.

It is difficult to come to terms with the physical separation that is created by the passing of a loved one. I find comfort in believing that they are now in a place where they are embraced by those they hold dear, and are able to eternally relive the precious moments of their lives.

Sometimes children, with their pure and open hearts, are the most astute. I found great comfort in the words of our Luke, “I can hear him in my heart. He is right here. Just listen to my heart, it is okay. Papa Gary is in my heart. You can hear your heart songs, just close your eyes.”

I love you Uncle G.

Elizabeth “Betty” Lois Guenthner

(June 19, 1930-Mar. 20, 2014)

Elizabeth Lois, better known to most as Betty, was born on June 19, 1930 in Provost, Alberta. She was the eldest child of Edmond and Marie Farquharson. Betty became a big sister to Davis in 1935 and Jan in 1944. On March 20, 2014, at the Provost Hospital, Betty passed away, peacefully surrounded by her loving family.

Betty remembered her childhood fondly. Even though she grew up in hard times, they made the best of every situation. She warmly remembered school Christmas concerts, great food at threshing time, neighbourhood suppers in the winter, and her pony, Trixie. In 1948, the family moved to Edmonton where they raised chickens and sold the eggs they collected. Following high school, Betty took a course at the Edmonton Secretarial College before taking a position with the Janitor Supply Company.

On November 14, 1950 Betty married Robert Frank (Bob) Schaffler. They moved to Bruderheim and a short time later, in 1951, their son, Wayne was born. Wayne passed away at seven months old, leaving a special place in her heart. In 1953, they welcomed their first daughter, Debra. They were blessed with a second daughter, Sherry, in 1956. Their family was completed with the joyous arrival of Maureen in 1959. With Bob being employed in the oil patch, the family moved throughout Alberta and into Manitoba many times, before coming back to settle in the Edmonton area on Betty’s parent’s place.

With a pioneering spirit, Bob and Betty moved to the old Schaffler place south of Provost in 1967, where they lived for six months without power or running water. The family roughed it out, learning to take each new challenge as an adventure. Six years later, they purchased a place south of Cadogan, where they moved to be closer to family. While living in the country, Betty fostered a love for farm life. In 1977, Bob passed away, leaving a gap in their lives. With the help of family and neighbors, Betty continued with the farm before passing the torch to her daughter and son-in-law.

Betty took time to enjoy her family and welcome many grandchildren and great grandchildren into her life. They were her pride and joy. She was delighted by their accomplishments. Frequent hugs and kisses lit up her life. She always remembered birthdays and anniversaries, and had a unique way of making each person feel special. Betty was renowned for embracing everyone into her family and loving each person just as they were. A warm hug and a kiss on the lips was the traditional greeting for those around her.

A conveniently timed December bull sale, combined with a snowstorm led to Betty meeting Larry Guenthner at the Provost Motor Inn. A long courting and many rodeo trips led to a Vegas wedding on December 12, 1985. Betty then moved to the Guenthner Ranch near Sounding Lake where they shared a passion for ranching. Betty played an active role in their ranching lifestyle. She could often be found out checking cows and recording the numbers of all that had calved.

Rural living fostered Betty’s passions for gardening and dragonflies. She tended a big garden and planted many flowers each spring. During frequent outings Betty enjoyed bingo, canasta, playing slot machines and attending rodeos. Many children enjoyed time at the farm filled with fresh fruit and vegetables from her garden, the smell of her flowers blooming, card games and lots of laughter. Betty lovingly dedicated her time to community activities, everything from supporting local rodeos to busting a move at ladies’ night out.

Betty leaves a legacy of love to her husband Larry; daughter Debra (Perry) Nelson of Cadogan and their children Lisa (Kevin) McGillvray, Kyle (Janine); daughter Sherry Musak of Cadogan and her children Kimberly (Tyler) Tressel and Michael; daughter Maureen (Bryan) Melin of Czar and their children Charmayne (Art) Smith and Wacey; Betty will be missed dearly by her great grandchildren, Johnathan, Cashton, Savannah, Kyde, Kaden, Bryden, Ava, and Blake; brother Davis (Betty) Farquharson of Edmonton; sister Jan (Larry) Clark of Edmonton; as well as a large extended family and many dear friends.

Betty will be greeted on the other side by her parents Edmond and Marie; husband Robert; infant son Wayne; son-in-law Brian; and grandson Kurt.

In tears we saw you

sinking, we watched you fade away

You suffered much in silence, you fought so hard to stay,

You faced your task with courage, your spirit did not bend

But still you kept on

fighting until the very end.

God saw you getting tired, when a cure was not to be,

So He put His arms around you and whispered, ome with me”.

So, when we saw you

sleeping, so peaceful,

free from pain,

We could not wish you back to suffer that again.

Eulogy

Presented by Tanya Guenthner

It is a privilege to have been asked to read the eulogy prepared by Aunty Betty’s family. I was fortunate enough to have been raised in the same yard as Betty for the duration of my life. She and Uncle Larry were like another set of grandparents and they have enriched our lives immensely.

Elizabeth Lois, better known to most as Betty, was born on June 19, 1930 in Provost, Alberta to Edmond and Marie Farquharson. Betty later became a big sister to Davis in 1935 and Jan in 1944.

Betty was a very independent and determined person right from day one. Her parents had their fair share of fun times raising her. Her first pony, Trixie, was very much like Betty and had a mind of her own. Betty’s first day of school entailed with Trixie balking at each gate, and trying to return home. Despite Betty’s best efforts to handle the situation the morning ended with her dad cursing and giving Trixie the switch all the way to school.

As Betty grew up, she fostered a love of music and dancing. On one particular evening at a dance on Whyte Ave. in Edmonton, a young man caught her eye. She recognized the boy from the Provost area and was happy to spend some time with him. She would later recall that his amazing talent as a dancer had impressed her.

On November 14, 1950, Betty married that young man, Robert Frank (Bob) Schaffler. They were blessed with the birth of four children. Wayne, who passed away at 7 months of age, was born in 1951. Deb followed in 1953, Sherry in 1956, and Maureen in 1959. They spent most of the kids’ early years moving, as Bob was employed in the oil patch, and his job took them to different towns throughout Alberta and Manitoba.

With a pioneering spirit and a desire to make roots, Bob and Betty moved to the old Schaffler place south of Provost in 1967, where they lived for six months without power or running water. Deb had a hard time toughing it out, and returned to the comforts of the city to live with Grandma Marie. Eventually, missing her family, she returned to the “hicks”. Going from city living to this type of country living was a difficult change for all the girls, but they relied on each other to pull through.

In 1973, Bob and Betty purchased the farm south of Cadogan. Betty had a huge circular flower bed in the middle of the yard. She went to great lengths to keep it top notch. In the back was the berry patch, filled with strawberries and raspberries, a delicious summer treat. Betty also had a huge garden with lots of vegetables for fresh eating and canning. To the side of the garden were the crab apples, used to create crab apple jelly. Summers were also busy with visits from Davis and Betty and Larry and Jan and their kids. The kids explored the farm, while the adults enjoyed many hours of intense Canasta playing. If one of the kids were lucky, they got to substitute in for a hand while one of the card players went to the bathroom or got a drink.

In 1977, Bob passed away suddenly, leaving a hole in everyone’s hearts. With the help of family and neighbors, Betty was able to maintain the farm until Perry and Deb were able to amalgamate it into their farm.

Betty spent her time with community projects as well. Helping to set up the regular bingo events and senior’s activities kept her very busy. She also filled her time by enjoying visits with her grandchildren. Of course they were her pride and joy. She was always very accommodating and if each grandchild had a different meal request, she graciously provided it. Lisa remembers asking for Kraft dinner and ice cream for breakfast. Grandma always said, “Sure, but don’t tell your parents.” And until now, Lisa had kept her special secret with Grandma. Betty loved spoiling her grandkids and made a point of spending special time with each of them individually. Each grandchild treasures their unique memories with Grandma.

Betty always remembered birthdays and anniversaries, and had a unique way of making each person feel special. A family supper to celebrate always ensued. The family favourite was perogies. With her three daughters Betty would boil spuds, roll dough and create the traditional velveeta or cinnamon stuffing. Then they would pan fry them, and smother them in onions, bacon bits and sour cream. This special meal made many a mouth water.

Betty loved rodeo and was blessed to meet Larry Guenthner. Together they packed the camper and trucked down the road to as many rodeos as they could squeeze in. Larry rode bareback, and the trophies he won would later adorn their home. On a trip to the NFR in Vegas on December 12, 1985 they were married. Betty then moved to the Guenthner Ranch near Sounding Lake to be a homemaker and rancher with Larry. Betty took on her new challenge of creating a home with vigor. Landscaping, putting down grass and modifying the home were just a few of her many tasks. This was a lot for bachelor Larry to take in. Added on, was the stress of being an instant parent to three women, father-in-law to their husbands, and grandfather to eventually seven grandkids. Larry wasn’t quite used to the chaos of the instant family, especially when the grandkids would “share” a drink out of his special glass, but his heart melted with each hug and slobbery kiss as he was received as a welcome part of their family.

Betty embraced the new farm family she also inherited, with Larry’s family living close by in the same large yard. This gave her opportunity to spend time with Larry’s nieces and nephews and their kids, with whom the role of Aunty Betty meant many days of checking cattle, branding, sharing some wonderful treats and playing with Betty’s visiting grandkids. Betty and Larry’s door was always open to anyone for a visit, and she loved this opportunity to have a new extended family.

Keeping in touch with her girls back in the Provost area was also a priority, and thus the tradition of Friday lunches at the Chinese Cafe while Larry was at the auction market began. This usually ended with coffee and some slot machine action at the Provost Motor Inn.

Betty also loved being a great grandma, and took this role very seriously. The great grandkids referred to her as Nana and the kids loved visiting with their Nana and Papa. Nana always greeted them with a hug that rivalled a boa constrictor and a big kiss. She also enjoyed watching them sprout up. The little ones got rides on her walker and when they turned18 it meant a trip to the Red Lion for drinks and steaks, inevitably making her the coolest Nana around.

Betty lived life to the fullest. She took every opportunity to try something new. At last year’s Ladies Night Out event in Cadogan, she thought she might try the mechanical bull…but had to opt out because of her hip replacement. She took time to enjoy those around her, making everyone feel like they were the most important person in the world to her. She understood that love is limitless, and loved each of those around her with her whole heart.

It is with sadness and great appreciation for having had her in our lives that we gather today. Aunty Betty almost always called out the same message as we were headed out the door and we were always ready with the right reply.

See you later, alligator.”

“In a while, crocodile.”

George “Wayne” McLeod

(April 7, 1925-March 8, 2014)

With sadness, we announce the sudden passing of Wayne McLeod on March 8, 2014 at his home on Mabel Lake. Wayne was born in Altario, Alberta and moved with his family to Vernon in 1937. In the 1940’s he moved to Enderby and in 1969 out to Mabel Lake where he became a well-known, active and respected member of the community.

Wayne was a veteran of WWII. He had a number of jobs before going into the family business with his father in the early 50’s. Enderby residents will know and remember him for his work as Mayor of the City, his many years of service to the Enderby Seniors Centre, the Enderby Credit Union as a Board Member, Notary Public and Insurance Agent owner until his retirement in 1987. His passions were photography, his Apple computers and travel to Cuba.

He is lovingly remembered by his niece and nephews and extended families. His familiar presence will be missed by his friends, neighbours and visitors to Mabel Lake and Kingfisher.

At Wayne’s request, no funeral or memorial service will be held. Interment will be in the family plot in the Enderby Cemetery. Memorial donations in Wayne’s name may be made to your favorite charity.

Arrangements entrusted to Fischer’s Funeral Services & Crematorium, Salmon Arm, B.C. Email condolences and share memories through Wayne’s obituary at www.fischersfuneralservices.com

Paul Boulton Gattey

(Dec. 30, 1924 – Mar. 29, 2014)

Paul Boulton Gattey, of Outlook, Saskatchewan, passed away on March 29th, 2014 in Outlook. He was born in Consort, Alberta December 30th, 1924.

First he ranched at the Cross Bar with his Dad Alfred and brother Frank before leaving to complete his engineering degree in Moscow, Idaho. He served in the Canadian Navy during WWII. Paul worked as an engineer for the rest of his professional life building mines, kilns, and municipal works.

Paul is survived by his wife Georgina, sister Patricia Grear in England, sons, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, great grandchildren, and good friends. He was predeceased by his first wife Betty Jane.

Paul is lovingly remembered as an involved grandparent, parent and uncle.

A service to celebrate his life was held on April 12, 1400 hrs at the Saskatchewan River Lutheran Church. Pastor Richard Prankev officiated.

Thank you Susan for being with Paul at his passing and also a big thank you to all those within the Outlook Health Region for your wonderful and compassionate care prior to his passing.

Henry Arthur Embree (‘Art’)

(Jan. 23, 1932-Apr. 26, 2014)

It is with sadness that the family announces the peaceful passing of our brother, uncle and friend Arthur Embree in Coronation, Alberta at the age of 82 years. Art will be lovingly remembered by his brother Orville, sister ‘Leola’ Muhlbeier, and nieces and nephews Robert (Marilyn) Muhlbeier, Ken Muhlbeier, Wayne Muhlbeier, Judy (Larry) Pals, Fred Muhlbeier, Carol (John) MacNeil, Brenda Gebhardt, Dianne (Patrick) Page, Darcy (Tracy Quinlan) Muhlbeier, Kurt (Claudette) Swanson, Heather (Gord Gauthier) Swanson, fourteen great nieces and nephews, and nine great-great nieces and nephews!

He was predeceased by his father Charles in 1935, later his mother Clara (Ellergodt), older sister Ione Swanson, brothers-in-law Frank Muhlbeier and Albert Swanson and nephew-in-law Andy Gebhardt and great nephew Jarrett Gebhardt.

Arthur, or Art as he was known, was born in Coronation on a very cold January 23rd, 1932. As a youngster he probably played in his Dad’s Blacksmith Shop. As a young man Art became a Journeyman Mechanic, and worked at Brigley & Sons in Coronation until his retirement.

Just like his father, Art was a long-term member of the Coronation Elks, Volunteer Fire Department, and an avid supporter of the Coronation hockey teams. He and George Williams, who were the goal judges, travelled on the bus with the teams and it is said, that Art helped keep the bus in tip-top shape! With his quiet sense of humor Art was always kindly willing to lend a hand to friends in his community.

The family would very much appreciate your attendance for a Memorial Service at the Trinity United Church 5009 Norfolk Avenue, Coronation, Alberta on Saturday, May 3, 2014 at 1:00 p.m. Share favorite stories at reception to follow.

In loving memory of Art, memorial donations may be made to the Elks and Royal Purple Fund for Children, Heart and Stroke Foundation of Alberta, or the charity of the donor’s choice in care of Coronation Funeral Home, P.O. Box 358, Coronation, Alberta 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.

Mathilda Beier

“Tillie”

(July 6, 1927 – April 22, 2014)

Mathilda “Tillie” Beier was born July 6, 1927 in Denzil, Saskatchewan. Her parents, Konstantin and Julianna Schamber, welcomed their youngest daughter to their family that included ten. When she was 5, the Schamber family moved from Denzil to a farm near Altario, Alberta. Here she attended Green Glen School, finishing Grade 9. Finding employment as a housekeeper, Tillie worked for many neighboring families. It was when a young man, home from the army, and farming nearby, caught her eye that she gave up her housekeeping duties to set up a house of her own. She married Edward Beier on May 31,1949 and began their family. Ten children followed – 6 boys and 4 girls, whom she loved dearly. Her home continued to be the family farm until her passing on Tuesday, April 22, 2014 at the age of 86 years.

It wasn’t because she was a nuturer, superb cook and gardener, or that she was selfless, kind, and generous…it wasn’t even because she was patient, hospitable and mild mannered, or that she was morally strong, religiously faithful, or a firm believer in family ties… It’s not even the fact that she was non-judgmental, non-complaining and a keeper of secrets… It is because she was all of these, and so much more, that made her such a remarkable lady. We were truly lucky to call her our mother.

Tillie will be lovingly remembered and dearly missed by her children, Gary (Sandra) and their children, Laura (Brent) with son, Will, Cheryl & David (Alex); Marlene (Doug) and their children, Tammy (Lorne) with Claire, Ryan, Sage, Grady & Cole, and Cory & Brad (Amber) and their girls, Ainsley & Addison; Ron (Donna) and their children, Darcy (Shari) with Dawson & Jaxon, Deanne (Arden) with Sadie, Sophie, Eva & Ella, and Heather (Matt) with Charlotte; Isabel (Ed) and their children, Curtis, Tara (Mike) with his children, Kai & Kash; Doug and his children, Melissa (Clint) & Dallas (Heather); Joyce (Harvey) and their children, Krista (Matthew) with Max, Craig (Jinel) with Maddie & Nate, & Shawna (Drann) with Mitchell; Dan (Anna) and their children, Morgan & Haley; Denise (Mervin) and their children, Tyler and his son, Oliver, Travis (Danielle) with Conner & Katie, and Justin; Marvin (Claudette) with their children, Nicole & Alison; and Tim; brothers, Peter and Alex Schamber; six sisters-in-law; as well as many extended nieces, nephews, relatives and friends.

Welcoming Tillie into heaven is her husband, Ed; brothers, Ben, Edward, John, Adam and Joe; sisters, Katherine Sieben and Barbara Schamber; as well as many extended family.

The Vigil Service was held Sunday, April 27th, 2014, 7:00 p.m. at Corpus Christi Catholic Church in Consort, followed by fellowship and refreshments in the Consort Sportex Hall. Mass of Christian Burial was Monday, April 28th, 2014, 10:30 a.m. at St. Mary’s Roman Catholic Church, Provost, Alberta with Father Mahesh Rathinasamy and Father Paul Kavanagh officiating. Special music was by Eddie Ference and Words of Remembrance were by Ron Beier. Pallbearers were all Tillie’s children and Honorary Pallbearers were Tillie’s 23 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren. Interment was at Altario Cemetery, Altario Alberta. Following the interment, family and friends joined for a time of fellowship and refreshments in the Altario Hall.

If friends so desire, memorial donations may be made to: Acadia Foundation – Consort Senior Citizens Lodge, 310 – 2 Street W., Oyen, AB. T0J 2J0 or Consort Hospital Auxiliary Society – Palliative Care, Box 233, Consort, AB. T0C 1B0.

Gregory’s Funeral Home was in charge of care and arrangements.

Tribute To Ma

Written by Denise

We will begin by saying mom was never one for attention, and she would have a fit if she saw all the people gathered here today, and, especially if she thought someone had inconvenienced themselves to get here. The family thanks you all for coming to honour our mother.

Mathilda Schamber, better known as Aunt Tillie Beier, and nicknamed Stella by her brothers, was truly a remarkable woman in the eyes of her family. Mom was just a genuine, hardworking woman, and never took much notice that she was made up of all the right stuff! Sure, she had bad teeth, poor eyesight, unmanageable cowlicks, rough fingernails, crooked toes, and varicose veins that she passed on to us and we teased her often about sticking us with these treasures, but she also managed to give away some of her most priceless keepsakes.

As a parent, there can be no higher honour than knowing your sons and daughters have taken your finest qualities and incorporated them into their lives. Unintentional as it was, we each were given some amazing gifts courtesy of our mother which we will pass on to our kids, and they, onto theirs. Thus, mom will always be with us, in our hearts, our minds and our souls. She will live on through us all.

To her eldest son, Gary, mom has given him the desire to keep up family heritage as he takes pride in making his own sausage, sauerkraut and sour dill pickles. We tease him that the butter churn, milk separator and meat saw are all stored in the old house should he desire to continue the “older” customs. It was amazing that well into her mid 80’s, mom continued with all these chores plus so much more. As always, she was the one that roasted turkey for the family this past Christmas supper and in January, stooped to fill the casings for a whole day of sausage making. It is also Gary that remains bilingual, still having the ability to speak and understand the family’s German language. May, being mom’s favourite month, could be because Gary was born at the beginning of that month, but we are pretty sure it was because of the warmer weather, the seeding of gardens and fields and the greener scenery. It may have also been because she was married at the end of May

Marlene, being the oldest daughter, was blessed with mom’s physical appearance, and out of us all, she is the one that resembles mom the most. So, when mom was referred to as being a young, good-looking lady, Marlene instantly took that as a compliment too. But it will be a very special privilege for Marlene to look in the mirror and see an image of mom looking back. It amazed us how mom could remain so slim when everything she prepared was so delectable. Marlene knows the secret, as she has mom’s same physique. Maybe it is because both women liked to walk. With the dog alongside, mom would head down the driveway and out onto 899. Passerbys would often stop and ask if she needed a ride so to avoid this, she took a hilly path through the fields most times. First thing out of bed in the morning, she would touch her toes. Also like mom, Marlene has the talent to sooth and comfort and is definitely the care giver of the family. Mom had a quiet strength, which Marlene shares.

Ron has mother’s love for gardening and doesn’t mind dirt under his fingernails. Although he does it on a smaller scale, he uses mother’s gifted green thumb to turn his backyard into a gardener’s paradise, giving that little extra special attention to his tomato plants. We remember looking at mother’s tomato plants one drought/grasshopper infested year. Growing out from the protective tin cans were the most pathetic, leafless, spindly, looking things we had ever seen. We laughed; she didn’t. It disgusted her to be such a dysfunctional gardener that year! It has only been in the last year or two that there has been no garden plot at the farm so mom concentrated on watering her red and white petunia flower beds, painstakingly weeding the stubborn portulaca that threatened to take over. Mother took great pride in her grandchildren and greats, and her gentleness with them has been picked up by Ron the ‘grandkid whisperer’. He too has the same tenderness when it comes to little ones. His lap is large and his touch, calming.

Somewhere along the way, Isabel picked up on the importance of faith in mom’s life and has become a dedicated church goer herself, taking an active part in church by being a Eucharistic minister. We will miss the Sunday brunches we shared following mass and certainly miss her place in our pew. Growing up at home, there were countless times we would walk into mom’s room at bedtime to find her standing at her bedside, in her night gown, reciting her evening prayers. She has kept this practice constant and are positive, she will bust through those heavenly gates without interception. Mom prayed for us and we were blessed. The Lord did answer her prayers, showing compassion by taking her quickly, virtually pain free and close to home. She was able to see her family before she left us. Mom liked to be organized and hated sudden decisions and spur of the moment changes. She would save and record every receipt in a scribbler to be accountant ready, even down to the smallest of grocery bills. She recorded daily happenings in diaries. Isabel too, likes organization, and plans family and community events in advance, recording the smallest of details. Mom loved these family get togethers more than anything

Our mother managed to give her special gift of child rearing to Doug. She was able to take 10 bawling babies, love and care for us equally, all the while guiding us with her morals and values into successful, productive, loving adults. In those early years, without modern conveniences, things had to be tough for her with a lot of sacrifices and going ‘with outs’ on her part that went unnoticed, all to make sure we had everything we needed. Our mother was never extravagant and made due with what she had. Not until we had kids of our own, did we fully understand the enormous task she undertook, raising us all. Doug took on the task of raising his young babies, single-handedly, at that, and he too, should be very proud that he has turned out two well grounded, morally descent adults. Like our mother, Doug is a secret keeper. We knew we were always safe telling her our woes, and more importantly, she never judged us. Doug is a lot like that.

Mom was always the gracious host. There were plenty of times that she refused go anywhere or would need to rush home because someone was coming to visit and she wanted to be there to welcome them in with one of her big hugs. Accustomed to feeding the masses, and still believed in potatoes at every meal, she always ensured company would never go without, and was quick to have family favourites on hand when they came home to visit and have a care package of food ready when they left. Many friends and neighbors stopped by for coffee, and mom served them well. This gift of hospitality, has been given to Joyce, as she too, easily supplies her continuous work crews with tasty home cooked meals and lunches. She might even believe her baked buns are better than moms. Although she didn’t get to travel much, Mom did enjoy earlier bus tours, cruises, the odd flight, and numerous camping trips with family, but she was just as happy to drive around pastures looking at cattle, enjoying the countryside. Joyce also takes pleasure in that simple beauty as she has been on many cattle checks herself.

This was mom’s 64th year living at SW1/4-24-34-2 W4 and she should be proud of the way her and dad had, over the years, moulded the yard into a beautiful looking farm site – a safe, inviting place that we all considered home. She loved her peaceful country home: we could see it in her eyes as she sat outside with her summer morning coffee and gazed across what she lovingly helped build. Mom liked her simple farm chores; there were always chickens to feed, eggs to gather and wash, slops to take to the pigs, and scraps to be saved to feed the cats and dogs. Her great love for the farm was given to Dan, as he chose to make his home and raise his family on the same site. His love of the place will also ensure that he will take good care of it. Mom was proud to stand beside Dan and his family to accept the Family Farm award in Calgary last summer. Mom played cards, as does Dan, so often on a Sunday afternoon, he would walk across the yard for a game while supper was cooking. Mom also liked to floor disc, so any skills Dan has in the game he also enjoys, most likely came from her.

Ma was hard working, always putting the needs of others before her own. And, she never complained. We admired her stamina and resilience and wished we had even half as much ourselves. As a gift to Denise, ma gave her the obligation of taking care of the ‘loser jobs’, and sensing when help is needed. Having learnt by example a long time ago that chores had nothing to do with like or dislike, they all needed doing, Denise often helped mom with her more demanding household tasks just to share ma’s workload. Ma was always appreciative but little did she know, Denise was happy to help as it meant spending time with her. Ma liked neat and tidy, as does Denise and up until her passing, continued with her weekly household cleaning chores. One would just have to look in her cupboards or dresser drawers to see things either stacked neatly or folded carefully. Ma always considered herself a nuisance and hated to inconvenience anyone by asking when she had to get to appointments or do grocery shopping but Denise always enjoyed their road trips into town. They always had fun: shopping together, lunching out, idly chit chatting and buying tickets which ma had no luck at all, scratching to win. We would have done anything for her. It was just easy to spend time with her.

Marvin has mother’s demeanour – her calm, patient, quiet mannerism. Not often did she show when she was upset or angry and rarely, if ever, did she raise her voice or hand when it came to discipline. She had a ton of patience for the ten of us and still having her hair, though it was thin, is evidence of this! Her vocabulary was swear word free, although we did hear her once say that harsh four letter word “shit”, made in reference to the cow manure on a pair of coveralls she had to wash. Marvin has these mannerisms, as he too, is quiet, calm and patient. Often he sits back, quietly listening but understanding all and he doesn’t seem to get easily flustered either. True to mother’s nature, Marvin treats clients and staff with friendliness, respect and honesty as mother did with her neighbours and friends. Our mother rarely said a bad word about anyone and looked for the goodness in people. She greeted people with a smile and in a kind, friendly manner. Like our mother, Marvin likes to read, and she would often pull a John Grisham book off her night stand and read a little before the snoring began!

One would think there would be nothing left to give by the time ma got to her youngest baby, Timothy, but she has gifted him one of her most precious things of all – love of family. She has done an outstanding job as our family leader and was the one that held us all together. Tim also understands the love and importance of family as he chose to give up urban employment to work at home, living near family. He is a frequent visitor with family and is always entertaining with his humorous antics and comments. Many of us liked to tease ma, and she would smile and give a loving slap, so we figured she liked it. She did have a sense of humor just as Tim does. To make sure he was there to share morning coffees with ma, Tim would make the ½ hr drive home every evening after work and do the return trip for work the next day. Being the youngest, one would think Tim would be the favorite but Ma would quickly say she didn’t have favorites, and, honestly, we were all treated to equally generous amounts of love. Even the in-laws were treated the same, and those mean mother-in-law jokes, never applied to her. We all know it was Ma’s solemn wish for us to continue on as a united family, well, rest assured, Tim will see to it that we continue that way long after Ma is gone. Our blood is thick and will keep us glued together, always!

Mom loved her grandchildren and greats and had a special place in her heart for all of them. Her eyes would light up when they came to visit and she always had a warm smile and a big hug for them. She often treated them to homemade cinnamon buns, donuts, schwadama and buns. Most of the grandkids will remember gathering eggs with her, picking garden peas, playing cards and Trouble, and today, they remember her more for her patience, understanding and giving. Kids, don’t ever forget she loved you!

Mom made us better people, and by having even one or two of her countless qualities, we consider ourselves truly lucky. And, if somewhere down the line, cowlicks, protruding veins, and bad teeth surface in family members, they will know exactly who that came from too!

We will miss mom terribly, but we take comfort in knowing she will be with all the good people who have gone before her, and even though she is gone, we know that she will always be with us as our guide and our strength – we just need to look upwards.

Thou hast prepared a table before you where you will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Let the songs of the angels guide you along your way, find dad, and in your motherly manner, expand that table, as one by one, all of your beloved family members will be reunited with you in your heavenly home. Rest now mom, you deserve it. Your work here is done. We will love you forever and always…

How do you say goodbye to mom?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who showed you how to put toothpaste on your brush, thread a needle, color inside the lines, wash between your toes, fold your pajamas, and always say a bedtime prayer?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who communicated so clearly that you never, never laugh at people but rejoice in the times you can laugh with them?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who knew how, knew when and knew why to tell you “no” — and did?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who demonstrated time and again that sharing is not something you do with things or time or energy you have left over, or something you do just when you feel like it?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who never made you feel badly because you couldn’t work magic with your hands like she could – with a geranium cut, homemade buns or a cheap cut of meat?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who instructed your children on the intricacies of Old Maid, Crazy Eights, Cribbage and Kings Corner?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who planned for the holidays throughout the year and took so much joy from others’ joy?

How do you say goodbye to the woman who has taught you with example that pain and suffering are not accidental, despicable things that God lets happen behind His back, but simply a part of life?

How do you say goodbye to the woman whose name you whisper without fail when you have a tough decision to make?

How do you say goodbye to this woman? Maybe you don’t. Maybe you say, “See ya later Ma, save a place for us.”

Card of Thanks

It is with our kindest thanks to relatives, friends and neighbors for their outpouring of love expressed towards our family following the sad loss of our mom – either through phone calls, messages, offerings of food, bouquets, keepsakes and donations made in her memory.

Thank you to the staff at the Consort Lodge, as well as to the Consort Respite Unit for the gentle care given to mom during her stay.

To Father Mahesh and Father Paul, we thank them for their comforting words at the Vigil Service and Burial Mass, and also thank you for the beautiful gift of music from Corpus Christi and St. Mary’s Choirs.

To mom’s hometown community, many thanks for the reception following her interment.

Always professional and compassionate, we thank Gregory’s Funeral Home for their guidance and support as we prepared our final parting for mom.

Our hearts are warmed by your thoughtfulness…

With many thanks and much love,

Tillie Beier families

Lois Elaine Short

(Nov. 25, 1954–April 26, 2014)

Lois Elaine was born on November 25, 1954 at the Consort Hospital. She was the first daughter born to Stan and Joan Sortland, a baby sister for her older brothers Rick and Jim. She later became a big sister to Ron and Susan.

Lois will be lovingly missed and remembered by her loving husband Denis, and their children, Chris (Stacey) and their children Karli, Morgan, Nichole, Bailey and her son Oliver, and Jordie; Robert (Hayley) and their daughter Drew; John (Tracie) and their sons Colton and Kaden; Micheal (Danita); Chris (Natisha) and their children Claire, Cherise, and David; Tammy (Trevor) and their children Brendan, Josh, and Natasha.

Lois will also be missed by her siblings:

BROTHERS

Rick & Bonnie Sortland

Brian (Joyce), Carson &

Sophie Sortland

Kirk (Melonie), Daphnie

& Kale Sortland

Bruce (Karen), Gabe &

Easton Sortland

Amber (Delayne),

Kianna, Keaton &

Kenzie Schaffer

Jim & Lisa Sortland

Kit Sortland

Ron & Dawnta Sortland

Lynsay (Chris), Hadley

& Bentley Resch

Mark (Joanne), Houston,

Maisen & Quinna

Sortland

Katie (Brenden) Berg

SISTER

Susan & Brian Kelts

Ashley Kelts, Braden &

Cassidy

Breanne (Cody) & Sadie

Hillmer

Coleman Kelts

Lois was predeceased by her father Stan in 1984 and her mother Joan in 1994.

A memorial service to honor Lois was held at the Consort Curling Rink, Consort, Alberta on Wednesday, April 30, 2014 at 2:00 p.m. with Reverend Susan Bowyer officiating. Natisha Wiechnik played the piano prior to the service. Chris Wiechnik shared the Words of Remembrance. Katie Berg and Amber Schaffer both read poems in memory of their Auntie Lois. A recorded song “Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain” was played during the service. Hayley Short made the Video Tribute which was played during the service. A luncheon which was prepared and served by the Community, followed the service in the Curling Rink. As an expression of sympathy and in loving memory of Lois, memorial contributions may be made to the Consort Hospital Auxiliary, in care of Coronation Funeral Home, P.O. Box 358, Coronation, Alberta T0C 1C0, who have been entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements. Condolences can be forwarded to the family by visiting www.coronationfuneralhome.ca

Please Remember Me

– Written by Amber Schaffer

Please don’t remember me weak

Lying in my hospital bed

But remember my fighting spirit

I carried with me instead

Remember my love for life

For family and for friends

My devotion and loyalty

That was with me til the end

My passion for my horses

I carried with me from a girl so small

So many fond memories

Especially of Pete and Cindy, well really of them all

My love of the beauty of nature

My dearest memories find me there

Now I walk with no pain

And ride in the endless mountain air

So many special people in my life

Remember all the times we share

And one day we will meet again

In paradise up there

So don’t remember me with sadness

As I wouldn’t want you all to weep

As you all carry a part of me with you

And you all have strength that runs deep

Words of Remembrance

by Chris Wiechnik

Lois Elaine was born on November 25, 1954 at the Consort Hospital. She was the first daughter born to Stan and Joan Sortland, a baby sister for her older brothers Rick and Jim. She later became a big sister to Ron and Susan. She lived her childhood in the Neutral Hills and rode horseback to the Little Gap School to attend grades one through three. She went on to attend school in Consort, graduating from grade twelve in 1972. Lois took her Certified Nursing Aide program through SAIT and the Foothills Hospital in Calgary. Lois later started her career in the Consort Hospital as a nurse’s aid alongside Dr. Knight and later went on to work in the Consort Medical Clinic, staying there for 24 years, during which time she also drove the school bus.

Lois has always been known for her love of horses. She was introduced to horses by her daddy Stan at a very early age when she was still just a little girl. Jim tells the story of Lois’ early relationship with her horses, the first being a stubborn little Shetland pony named Cindy, or was it Pete, she has had so many of them I have trouble keeping them straight. As the story goes, Stan put Lois up onto the back of Cindy, pointed the pony north and sent them on their way. And so began Lois’ first trip to the Little Gap School, first north straight through the middle of the caraganas, then south through the middle of the caraganas, then west through the middle of the caraganas. She eventually got the pony stopped alongside her dad Stan and with tears flowing across her pretty little cheeks she announced that she was never going to ride that pony again. Well, of course, that is not how it turned out, not where the story ended. Stan left her in that saddle, turned the Shetland north and away she went, off to school.

A couple of years later Lois began her work with Cheeko, another pony that she might have loved. This was when people started to see her personality emerge and her character maturing towards the woman she would become. There is a story of Lois being sent into the barn to put a bridle on Cheeko. She was quick to get her arm around Cheeko’s neck, not so quick to get the bridle secured. So around and around the barn they danced, Cheeko bucking and snorting, Lois jumping and snorting alongside refusing to let go until finally she was successful. I can imagine her saying, ‘Cheeko open your mouth you stubborn pig you.’ Once bridled and saddled she rode that horse all the way to Radefeldt’s and back; by the time the day was finished Cheeko was broke, or so he thought. You see to most he was broke, but Lois’ expectations had already started to expand at her tender young age and Cheeko and Lois had to work that out over the course of several years. And so it had begun, her love of the outdoors, of horses, the ranching lifestyle, trail riding, moving cows, visiting alongside another as the two of you would meander along atop your respective ponies. She was small in stature from the very beginning, so much so that some called her ‘sprout’. Her gentle, sweet nature had already begun to take shape and many would say that it was on the back of her horse as a tender young girl that the foundational roots of her love of family began, the strength of the Sortland name for which she was so proud. It was here that she began to develop the character traits that we would all grow to love and appreciate about her; her drive and perseverance, her fierce determination and loyalty, her calm sense of peace, patience, kindness and gentleness that was somehow balanced perfectly by her resolve.

As Lois’ entered her adult years she began her first job and later as her boys began to enter into her life this was really when people started to see her shine. She was an easy going, genuine and good hearted mother, but she also knew that she intended to teach when a lesson was to be taught. The boys recall the fact that in their early childhood days, it seems like they were walking behind the car more than they were riding inside of it. Chris talks of his remembrance of one particular corner along the road that they always had to stop, get out, and walk. So there they would be, three little boys walking behind the car alongside the road, screaming and crying as loud as they could because they wanted Lois to stop the car so that they could get back in. Meanwhile, inside the car there was Mike, still too young to walk, screaming and crying as loud as he could because he wanted to be outside of the car so that he could walk with his brothers. I am sure that some of you can see the picture in your mind’s eye, but if you are picturing the gravel road on the way out to the farm you would be wrong. These memories come from alongside of busy Highway #12, just outside of Red Deer!

So even though there were lessons to be taught, nerves that needed a break, Lois will always be remembered as a mom and now a grandma that knew precisely when to slow down, and in spite of it all she took her kids and her grandkids with her everywhere. She was not intimidated or put off by the environment and so it was that she took them with her, whether she was going shopping for groceries, camping, quadding, or horseback riding, none of it mattered. Whether it was +30 or -30, rain, snow or sleet, she wanted them with her and they were.

We were also reminiscing on the story of ‘Pa’s Shortcut’. When Chris Sortland was about 7, he wanted Lois to take a short cut that Pa, Grandpa Stan, had showed him. Lois agreed and so off they went. Chris was intently watching for the corner and Lois just kept driving with Chris insisting that he would know when to turn. Eventually, way off course, way behind schedule and late for supper, Lois asked Chris for a little more information. That was when she realized that she had overlooked the obvious, you see it was at this point that Chris explained that he was looking for a landmark, it was that group of cows standing in the corner where those two fences come together.

The boys were also talking about her cooking, she loved to cook her pancakes thin and to serve them with lots of ‘real butter’. She loved her macaroni and tomatoes, so much so that the boys still insist that they lived off of them for ten years, the last five of which Chris spent on a steady dose of Pepto Bismol due to his yet to be diagnosed, but rapidly maturing, tomato allergy.

For the last 25 years, when we think of Lois we think of ‘Mom and Denny’, or ‘Dad and Lois’. Together, they pursued their mutual love of the mountains, heading out to the foothills along the Clearwater River for nearly 20 years with the horses. Together they loved to ride the trails, the camp lifestyle, the camp coffee, the socializing. So much of their year, especially the spring and early summer was consumed with the planning, the lists, the packing, the growing excitement of ‘heading out west’. Together, Lois and Dad enjoyed going to the CFR in Edmonton and the NFR in Las Vegas, something that they did for over 20 years before redirecting their focus towards Maricopa and Phoenix. She liked it so much when she would run into people from ‘back home’, whether while at the rodeo or while shopping for her purses and her shoes, of course another favourite of hers while away.

We remember Lois as being particular, especially about her hair. And, she really liked to paint, decorate, remodel, paint, decorate, and remodel. Dad tells the story of her searching for nearly five years to find the perfect set of furniture for the living room. Once arranged properly in the house she spent 10 minutes in the chesterfield before jumping up, announcing to Dad that it was too deep for her legs. She was always reorganizing the chairs and chesterfield. For years Dad has talked of how he never knew where the TV and his chair was going to be when he got home from work and headed into the living room, that is, until he bolted the TV to the wall. I understand from the two versions of that story that I have heard that this didn’t actually go over as well you might think. But, as has so often been the case, her forgiveness shines on.

Speaking of which, Jim tells the story of going out to the farm for coffee one time with Lois and Dad. He recounts immediately noticing that something was different. He commented that he sure thought that those must have been nice hardwood floors under all of that brand new paint, ‘who would be foolish enough to paint those anyways,’ Jim asked. Lois just fake smiled and went for a walk down to the corrals to be with her horses. Yes, her forgiveness shines on.

Lois was so gentle, so easy going, and this also made her a terrific bus driver. She loved a good laugh. She would tell the story of waiting at one particular house with the bus for the young boy whom she often waited for. The door of his house flung open and there he stood in the porch, trying vigorously to get his boots tied knowing that Lois was watching and waiting. Not knowing that he had been unsuccessful in securing his laces tightly, he ran out the door, slamming his untied bootlace in the door of the house. When he hit the end of his lace, thump and down he went face first. Lois could only go about 10 feet before she had to stop the bus to wipe the tears of laughter from her eyes.

We all remember Lois as being grateful for almost everything. For her birthday, she just wanted a big bag of black licorice jaw breakers because she could fill her pockets with them and slowly make her way through them while out riding on the back of her horse. She liked for there to be flowers around the farm and sharing the fresh contents of her garden got her especially excited.

For me, I will always remember Lois for her love of branding. She was great at every aspect of the day. She loved the early rise, the horseback riding, the camaraderie of the round up, the sorting, cutting, visiting. Especially on that day, she loved to host, she would look forward to the stories as we would sit around in the shop afterwards, and alongside of Auntie Cathy she was a tremendous cook of the beloved prairie oyster. Lois was especially grateful that Auntie Cathy would handle the cooking up at the shop so that she could be out on horseback and down at the corrals helping.

I will always remember Lois on the back of her horse, especially at that time of year. I can visualize her now seated deeply in the saddle, cattle scattered everywhere across the backdrop of the hills south of our buildings. She just had a skilled way of circling those hills, gathering the cows, bringing them together, and then leading us all home. She loved to do the same with those of us in her life didn’t she; didn’t she have that way of circling around all of us as well and gently leading us home.

Dad tells one particular story of Lois while out rounding up. She was on a Symington horse out of Provost that she had been asked to ride and to ‘get going’. Dad recounts at one point during the round up he came across Lois on the back of the mare whom she affectionately was referring to at that moment as ‘Sewer Sally’. They were standing still, neither willing to give into the others direction. Lois relayed, ‘She won’t do anything, she’s good for nothing’. Dad offered his advice, ‘Well then, give her the spurs’, and off he went. Some time later, as they arrived back at the buildings, Dad noticed that ‘Sewer Sally’ was there, but no Lois. Everyone headed out looking for her. Eventually Dad found her, sitting on the ground, waiting, sort of patiently. ‘What happened’, he asked. ‘I gave her the spurs and she kicked me so high into the air that I had time to think before I landed.’ Eventually she could tell the story with her gentle laugh and that wonderful smile, eventually that is. Wasn’t it always that way, that gentle laugh and her wonderful smile, that she has always had a way of making us all comfortable. She was a joy to be around, and she had a clear and deep seated desire to see us strengthen the bond of family. And whether you were new to the family, or well-seasoned, you could quickly come to know that she would understand you and support you.

From the back of her horse or the meal at branding, Lois’ love for the family bond extended to her community involvement. She served on the Board of Stewards at the United Church and the Hospital Auxiliary and she especially enjoyed her co-workers from the Consort Medical Clinic. Wherever she was, Lois wanted to help and you couldn’t avoid feeling special around her.

In the past few years, Lois had a growing sense of anticipation and excitement for the changing seasons of life. This came to include her love of garage sales, which complimented her wish to be down south during the winter. Throughout this time, she has remained a superbly tender and loving Grandma, absolutely loved and adored by her grandchildren. Lois was someone who never complained, even over this past year, not once, in fact throughout this past year she never stopped thinking about others. Some years ago while at work she had heard about one of the nurses here at the hospital that just couldn’t get enough of those chocolate covered cherries. Over the years, if Lois ever received chocolate covered cherries as a gift, she would make a point of setting them aside and delivering them to the nurse whom she knew would be excited to receive them. While lying in her bed here in Consort at the palliative care room, she was still asking for those chocolates to be set aside so that she could give them away, even in the pain and the agony of her current circumstance it was others that were on her mind.

I have one more story. This is a story that dad has told me previously some years ago. Lois also told this story in confidence to me on a few occasions because it came to hold a special place in her heart; I am sure that some of you have heard of it. Lois and Dad were a team on the farm, working in synergy off of each other’s strengths and because of this you would often see them together down in the corrals working the gates during calving season when a cow was struggling. Over time Dad just came to recognize that if he went out to check cows, when he had one that needed to be brought home to the barn, Lois would be watching from the kitchen window. If she saw him bringing something home she would stop what she was doing in the kitchen, get dressed and go down to the corrals to help. One day Dad headed out and found a heifer in trouble. So, he started to bring her home but being young as she was she offered up some significant resistance and from the moment he began his quest the heifer would not cooperate. He struggled and struggled to get her to the corral, circling back on several occasions after she had gotten by him. The whole time the stress of the situation was getting worse. Eventually, frustrated, mad and worked up, Dad got the heifer into the corrals. But it wasn’t over yet, he still had to get her into the barn and then into the head gate so that he could pull the calf. He managed to get around her and got her running up the alley way towards the barn door. As she approached the door he sprinted up behind her to close the gate, thinking she was heading into the barn. At the last second she turned on him and he was cornered. The heifer came after him and he turned and jumped up onto the gate just in time to avoid being trampled. And from atop of the gate, frustrated, angry, mad, he jumped down and started heading back down the laneway after the heifer. By coincidence, as he passed the door to the barn he muttered to himself ‘why can’t you look out of that kitchen window and come down here and help me?’ And from just inside the barn door he heard a prompt and stern reply, ‘I’m standing right here’. Dad and the heifer stopped in their tracks, into the barn they both went, the calf was pulled, without a beller out of either the heifer or Dad.

Later, as she told me the story, she laughed and laughed. I asked her, ‘What did Dad do when he realized you were inside the barn waiting for him so that you could close the gate’. Well, he was quiet for a long time. And he was really nice for a long time. Laughing, she recounted, he even helped with the dishes after that.

I closing I would like to read to you parts of a letter that Rob’s wife Hayley wrote to Lois last summer:

‘Dear Lois,

I realize that your days are getting longer and you are getting tired of this fight so I want you to know how I feel. While on our bike trip this summer, 5 out of 7 days, I had tears blowing off my cheeks from under my sunglasses, so I decided I would write you this letter. I am having someone other than me read it, as you would not understand my blubbering words. I tear much too easy!’

Hayley goes on later in the letter to say these words, ‘…and then you became our daughters favorite Grandma. I will never forget how much help you were when we brought Drew home from the hospital. I remember being over whelmed with the move into our new house and our new baby. As soon as Rob and I got home with Drew, I passed her to you with open arms, and I broke down crying. Then that first night she cried inconsolably and I was so frustrated, you quickly and comfortably held her and soothed her to sleep. You were so calming, just what Drew and I needed. You were always there to help when we stayed at the farm. I will never forget how you so willingly would get up in the middle of the night with Drew at your house. You truly cherished every moment you spent with her. I am so glad you were there to help us whenever we needed you. You will always be known as ‘Super Grandma’, you are everything that any grandkid could ask for in a Grandma. You stopped everything to give your undivided attention to the kids. You spoiled them just as any good Grandma does. You are the only person that Drew snuggled with. You made a true and instant connection with all of your grandkids. Your memories with them will never be forgotten. I am so glad that she got to spend two of our summer holidays with you. I think that there is a lot of you in Drew, she likes to eat dessert first and she has those big beautiful blue eyes. I am hoping that she becomes as easy going as you are. We aren’t quite there yet, but she is only three!

I want you to know that you did a lovely job raising four beautiful boys who adore you more than they have ever told you. They know how much they mean to you, as it is written all over your face when they are with you. You couldn’t hide how happy you are to have them in the same room as you, even if you tried.’

Hayley goes on to say, ‘It breaks my heart to see you like this, and I feel we are being robbed of at least 20 more years. We will send prayers for you and watch for signs that you are with us and watching over us. Drew will hear of you often, as your legacy will never be forgotten, just as Grandma Joan’s wasn’t.

You are a beautiful soul,

Love one of the four daughter in laws, Hayley’

I began by recounting the story of Lois on her little Shetland pony Cindy, with her daddy by her side upon that pony. Lois, knowing that you can hear this and you can feel our pain, I can tell you that it feels like over the past 16 months you have been drug through those caraganas over and over again. We have seen the tears on your cheeks, and we have longed to see them taken away. In the words of Ron, ‘Dad has your pony saddled here again, now off you go, he is waiting for you alongside mom’.

Card of Thanks

Denis, and all of Lois & Denis’s families would like to thank everyone for showing your support over the past 14 months as we helped Lois fight her courageous battle against cancer.

We would especially like to thank everyone at the Consort Heath Care Centre. Drs. Usher and McConnell, all of the Nursing and extended staff treated Lois and all her family and friends with kindness and respect which helped Lois and all the rest of us get through each day. Lois could not have gotten any better, special loving care anywhere else. Even though all of the staff at the St. Joseph in Phoenix and the Peter Lougheed and the Tom Baker in Calgary were caring and attentive as well, Lois had the good fortune of having many of her friends, neighbours and co-workers there with her every day working so hard to make her days as happy and comfortable as possible here in our close knit home town Hospital.

Also, a heartfelt thank you to Heather and staff of Coronation Funeral Home. All the extra effort that went into making the tribute to Lois’s life so special is very greatly appreciated.

To the community ladies that always put out a delicious lunch, and to everyone for the kind words, and thoughtful gestures, cards, donations, phone calls and messages, flowers and food brought to our homes, it is immeasurably appreciated.

A special Thank You to all of our extended family for helping in any way they could, picking things up, baking, sewing, and buying Lois things she may need, as well as kind offers of a bed for whoever needed one when Lois was in Calgary.

Also Thank You to a special Friend who made the trip back to our community with a beautiful spruce tree to be planted in Lois’s memory in our special spot in the Neutral Hills beside her Mom’s.

The overwhelming number of family and friends that gathered to help us pay tribute, and honour Lois, is a true indication of the caring, Special Lady that she was.

Thank You All!