2024 Obituaries

Ritchie Webb
Nov. 15, 1943 – Jan. 16, 2024

Richard (Ritchie) Gordon Webb was born November 15, 1943, in Coronation, Alberta to Merritt and Marion (Carlson) Webb. Ritchie shared his birthday with twin brother Ronnie, and both began their lives on the family farm north of Veteran near the base of the Nose Hills.
Following the birth of Ritchie and Ronnie, was a baby sister Lily, who passed away at birth, then came Doug, Cheryl and Greg. Ritchie attended the Nose Hills school until it closed, at which point he moved to the Veteran school through grade 12. Ritchie, along with the rest of his siblings, grew up in a happy household, helping their parents on the farm, and possibly getting into the odd bit of mischief.
Following grade 12, Ritchie held a few different jobs, including working on a crew that built the Veteran Grain Elevator, working on drilling rigs, pipelining, as well as still helping his dad on the farm. In the late 1960’s, Ritchie met Nora Pilsworth at a community dance, and on October 7, 1972, they were married in Coronation, where they also made their first home. While there, they welcomed their first daughter, Shauna, followed by son David.
After Merritt’s passing, Ritchie and Nora and their young family moved out to the family farm to start farming full time. Soon after the move, daughter Colleen was born, followed by daughter Teresa, and then son Kelly completed the family. These were busy years for Ritchie and Nora, raising five children, farming, taking kids to 4-H activities and sports, attending the Veteran United Church, serving on the Ag Service Board as well as attending various community functions.
Ritchie and Nora enjoyed life on the farm until 2019 when they moved into a house in Coronation. Ritchie enjoyed his years there getting around town on his scooter – making trips out to the Coronation Dam, downtown for coffee and playing community watchdog.
Ritchie enjoyed visits from family and friends and loved to share a good story. He celebrated his 80th birthday this past November, with a grand party alongside his brother Ronnie.
Ritchie passed away at the Coronation Hospital on January 16, 2024, surrounded by his family.
Ritchie is survived and greatly missed by his wife Nora; daughter Shauna (Lance) Hayman and their children Braedon, Connor and Ethan; son David (Lori) Webb and their children Jordyn, Kelsie and Ashtyn; daughter Colleen (Chad) Tabish and their children Shaelynn, Hailey and Brianna; daughter Teresa (David) Doyle and their children Blake and Clara; and son Kelly Webb. Ritchie is also survived by his brother Ronnie (Evie) Webb, brother Doug Webb (Anne), sister Cheryl (Wes) Beebe, sister-in-law Christine Webb, brother-in-law Brian Pilsworth (Flo), sister-in-law Annette Pilsworth, as well as a host of nieces and nephews.
Ritchie was predeceased by his parents Merritt and Marion Webb, infant sister Lily Webb, brother Greg Webb, sister-in-law Mary-Ette Webb, parents-in-law Terry and Rhoda Pilsworth, and brother-in-law Owen Pilsworth.
Memorial donations may be made to the Coronation Health Care Foundation, the Coronation Hospital Auxiliary or the Veteran Fire Department.
Condolences may be forwarded to the Webb families by visiting www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Funeral services were held on Wednesday, January 24, 2024 in the Coronation Community Hall at 2:00 p.m.with Carson Ryner officiating, followed by a luncheon prepared by the Coronation Funeral Lunch Committee.

Allan Edward Hone
Aug. 2, 1942-Jan. 3, 2024

Allan Edward Hone of Sackville, Nova Scotia, passed away peacefully at the Valley Regional Hospital (Kentville) in the wee hours of Wednesday the 3rd of January 2024. He was 81 years old.
Allan was born on August 2nd, 1942 in Edmonton, Alberta. He was the son of the late Hazel Vaillancourt (née Hannah Mahranoff) and Edward Hone. At a very young age he went to live with his Aunt Irene and Uncle Otto Reiger in Melville, Saskatchewan, until his late teen years.
Allan is survived by his wife of 42 years, Barbara Hone (Whitford) and three stepdaughters: Cindy Nickerson (Partner Allen) of Halifax, NS; Laura McNeil (husband Paul) of Mt Uniacke, NS.: and Elizabeth McNeil (husband David) of Mt Uniacke, NS. He is also survived by his son Danny Hone (wife Bonnie) of Burton, NB, and Colleen Nicks (husband David) of Lee Creek, BC. Allan has 10 Grandchildren and was pre-deceased by one of his Grandsons. He also has 9 X Great Grandchildren.
Allan worked with his cousin Rudy Sonmor at CESSCO in Edmonton, Alberta, before he went on to spend 35 years in the Canadian Navy. He took part in a number of national and joint-international exercises while on the ships, and was
posted to places such as Alert, Masset BC, Inuvik NWT, Chula Vista California in the early years and he finished his time in the Navy on the East Coast out of Halifax, where he met his wife Barbara. He drove the daily commute to the Dockyards from their home in Lower Sackville, NS and after his retirement from the Navy, he worked as an independent business owner helping many people in their efforts to quit smoking. He employed the ‘Quit4Good’ program, and was honoured by the NS Lung Association for his work, not to mention the many people who appreciated his support helping them to quit smoking. He then went on to work as a Commissionaire until he ‘fully’ retired just a few years ago. One of the highlights of his time as a Commissionaire was when he worked the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver.
He loved fishing in the Sackville River and could often be found in his hip-waders throwing a line in on the way home from work or on his days off. His wife Barbara was the anchor behind his home-life, taking care of the home and ensuring Allan ate right which was no simple feat. Allan had a penchant for sweets. He always had a stash of chocolate bars or Twizzlers hidden somewhere, and Drumstick ice cream cones in the freezer.
Allan wasn’t one to show much emotion. A comment I recently received from one of his friends, was that he was one of the most generous people they knew, and his family was everything to him. He was appreciative of any help he received and often called days later to say ‘Thank You’ again. If you were Al’s friend, he was fiercely loyal and would give you the shirt off his back. For every grandchild he had, he set up Educational Savings Plans which was appreciated by those kids when the time came. The Whitford Family gave Al a home when he really needed one, and he enjoyed all the activities they organized, such as Family Reunions and the famous ‘Washer Toss’ annual tournaments.
If heaven is whatever we want it to be, then I would say that Allan is up there now, driving along an ocean road with the top down in a convertible Lincoln Town-car, with Tommy-Cat in the seat beside him. Once Barb joins Allan, she’ll take one look at his car and say, “Allan, I know I haven’t driven in a long time, but I’d like to drive now”. I can already picture Al passing her the keys and telling her “It pulls a little to the left”.
While Allan is no longer with us in person, he will live on in our hearts and memories forever!
A special thanks to the staff at the Valley Regional Hospital for their compassion and caring.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Diabetes Canada (www.diabetes.ca) or the Nova Scotia/PEI Lung Association
(www.lungnspei.ca)
Allan was laid to rest on the 13th of January after a short ceremony at the St John the Evangelist Anglican Church (954 Old Sackville Road, Lower Sackville, NS. B4E 1R3) at 11 AM. A reception followed in the adjacent hall.
See you on the flipside Big Al.
You will be missed. l

Eulogy from his dear Aunt Ann Shannon
Due to many miles and health problems, it was not possible for me to attend his
funeral.
The times he came to Vanderhoof to visit his mom (Hannah), as a close loving family we would try and come from the prairies to have a visit. He would also visit me in Sylvan Lake. We also would take a trip to his dad’s relatives in Kirriemuir
which was well received by his cousins.
He will be dearly missed by me as he phoned every weekend with, “Hello auntie, how are you?”. After a few discussions he would end by saying, “Love you auntie, take care”. He will be missed by myself, his cousins, Terri and Greg Shannon as well as other cousins.
Love you till we meet again.
A.E. Shannon

Anne Adelene McDonald
Dec. 29, 1940 – Feb. 9, 2024

Anne Adelene McDonald (Dobovich), a long-time resident of Consort, was born on December 29, 1940, and passed away at the age of 83 years, while in Our Lady of the Rosary Hospital in Castor, Alberta
Anne is survived by her two loving children Leighanne McDonald and Lenard (Shonna) McDonald; granddaughters Hailey (Craig Stang) and Tori McDonald; great-granddaughter Gabby Lee; sisters-in-law Jeanette Dobovich and Doris Wilson; and numerous nieces, nephews, and dear friends.
Anne was predeceased by her husband Robert “Bob” McDonald; son Lloyd McDonald; parents John and Annie Dobovich; brothers John and Joe Dobovich; father and mother-in-law Lionel and Flora McDonald; sister and brothers-in-law Neil McDonald, Ken and Mae Seidel, and Bill Wilson.
Funeral services were held on Thursday, February 15, 2024, at 2:00 p.m. at the Knox United Church, Consort, Alberta with Rev. Ohwang Kwon officiating. Following the servive a lunchean, prepared by the Knox United Chrich Women was served in the lower hall for a time of fellowship between family and friends.
Memorial donations are gratefully accepted to STARS (Box 570, Calgary, Alberta T2E 8M7) or to Lake Road Cemetery (Box 309, Consort, Alberta T0C 1B0. Sympathy may be forwarded to the family by signing the guest book at www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Eulogy
Read by Betty Tellier
It was 40 years ago today, same church, same time that we said our final goodbye to Lenard and Leighanne’s brother Lloyd and now today, 40 years later, we gather to say our final goodbye to their Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Auntie and friend Anne.
My name is Betty Tellier and I am honored to be asked to do the eulogy for Auntie Annie.
Anne Adelene was born December 29, 1940 in Spiritwood Saskatchewan, the third child to John and Annie Dobovich, and younger sister to John and Joe.
Anne spent her early childhood and schooling in the Wild Bear area of Spiritwood, where she lived until the family relocated to the Coleville area in the late 50’s. During that time she held down several different jobs, one of them being at the Kindersley Bakery.
She was an active ball player, and enjoyed trying to sneak into bars while being under age and on occasion tried to climb the Kindersley water tower. It was during this time that she met her future husband, Bob McDonald, and the two were married in Coleville, SK on April 7, 1961. A family was soon started and welcomed oldest son Lloyd, born on May 31, 1962, then a mere 16 months later second son Lenard arrived on September 1, 1963, completing their family….or so they thought – but more on that later.
The small family lived in Kindersley, and a few other places, then in 1967 moved to Consort when Bob had been offered a job with Barnwell of Canada.
Anne’s first impression of Consort was not that positive. She and the boys arrived during Country Christmas with Lloyd excitedly saying “Look mom! Look, they have a Santa!!!” While Anne said she was was quietly thinking “That’s all they have!”
Her second impression wasn’t all that much better….Bob had told her, “When you get to town go to the Texaco station and introduce yourself to Art and Katie Day. They are good people, and I told them that my wife and sons are moving to town.” Upon introducing herself, as Anne told the story over the years, Art looked at her and said “What’s a dizzy broad like you doing moving to a hellhole like this”. For anyone who ever knew Art Day – knows that was said without any harsh intent. Thus was the beginning of a lifelong friendship with the Days.
At that time Bob promised her that they would only be here for a year or two at most. As you can see, 57 years later, they grew to love the community and made the village their home.
The family moved out to the Barnwell plant in 1969, and on August 18, 1970 daughter Leighanne arrived to complete the family.
In the fall of 1970, they moved back into town, where they lived in the yellow house until 1987, when Anne and Bob bought a mobile home in preparation for retirement.
During the time that they lived in the yellow house, Anne became a mom to all.
Many times I stayed at Anne and Bob’s house; she suffered through my frequent bouts of homesick crying. When I was old enough to get over that, she still invited me to come around for lunch when I worked in Consort at both the IGA and ATB Financial. Lenard teased me once saying, “Mom likes to feed stray dogs you know, better be careful, look what she did to old Snoopy”. Snoop was a short dog that was very wide. But what stray dog wouldn’t keep coming back for fresh homemade buns, egg salad and chocolate pie?
Later, through my daughter’s dance years, she cooked a weekly supper for me and often the ambulance attendants who lived next door. Bob would tell us every week, “You guys have to keep coming; this is the only night of the week she cooks for me!” We all laughed knowing that wasn’t true but he liked to give her a bit of teasing.
She loved to tease people as well, and if you were ever a victim of that I’m sure you have a good story because she was good at it, all in good humored fun.
She loved, loved, loved to cook, and was a very good cook in her day, feeding so many. There was always room at the table for one more, and every meal was always a feast. When the old Sam’s shop was still standing, and with both Lloyd and Lenard working at Sam’s, quite often they would have an extra or two at the table. Anne used to laugh when a couple of individuals who lived in the suite above the shop would call over and say they ran out of bread, and could they borrow some, just until pay day. Eventually Anne caught onto this because she would then ask – do you have margarine for your bread? No. What kind of sandwiches are you going to make, do you need some sandwich meat? Then would laugh when payday came and she would say – It was like I went grocery shopping and never even left the house, as everything would be returned. I think that Lloyd and Lenard loved sharing their mom with other guys who worked away from their own, and Auntie’s big heart had room for them.
Anne loved to entertain, with Christmas Eve always being one of her favorite times to prepare a giant feast, and the more you would eat, the happier she was. I would buy her a special Christmas gift every year but I had to be sure to double or triple wrap it and use packing tape to seal the package in case it “Accidently” got ripped open.
Most of the time there was always homemade chocolate chip cookies in the cookie jar and an ice cream pail or two of frozen cookies in the freezer. Or at least until Leighanne and her friends found them. After one too many times of Anne going to the freezer to grab a pail of cookies only to find the pail with only a few crumbs left in the bottom, she left a note in the pail that read “The road to hell is paved with Chocolate Chip cookies”. Anne would tell the girls “I knew the exact minute that you girls found the note, because I could hear Brenda laughing”. BTW – the note didn’t stop them from eating the frozen cookies.
During her free time, Anne enjoyed her ceramics classes and curling or shall we say bonspieling, because as the kids learned growing up, there was a difference between curling and bonspieling. I’m sure if you checked with Crazy Carol Heatherington, she could enlighten you with a few stories…
Wherever Anne lived she always made sure she had a garden full of vegetables, and flowerbeds full of flowers. She loved growing flowers – Lilies being her favorite.
Anne loved all animals, dogs and especially cats. When Lenard and Shonna moved from the Barnwell plant into town they gifted her with one of their cats named Buddy. Anyone who met Buddy will agree that Buddy became the most spoiled cat imaginable. She loved when Lenard stopped by and brought his dogs for coffee, doesn’t every dog deserve a raw hot dog for visiting?
Anne worked a few different places around town, the IGA, Hobby Hutch, and a cook at the Consort Lodge, and in later years volunteered at the New to You Store for many years.
She was also actively involved with the Consort Figure Skating Club, and spent many weekends hauling Leighanne and her friends to various test days, or spending summers on the hot parking lot of the Medicine Hat arena in the camper. However, once she realized that the snow the Zamboni dumped was excellent for chilling beer – all was good.
The most favorite position that Anne held was that of Nana when Lenard and Shonna gifted her with the arrival of oldest granddaughter Hailey in 1993, then again with granddaughter Tori in 1995.
Anne and Bob loved to take the girls on vacation. Whether it was out to Gooseberry Lake camping, to the farm at Meadow Lake, the Enchanted Forest, or anywhere there were go-carts. Having their granddaughters around became her pride and joy.
With the arrival of great grand-daughter Gabby in 2013, Anne loved nothing more than having Gabby come for a visit. She loved sharing stories of all 3 girls.
In the fall of 2016, Anne and Bob moved into the Consort Lodge. Bob passed away in 2017 leaving Anne surrounded by good friends in the lodge. Anne was able to transplant her Lily bulbs, at the east end of the lodge, along with a peony plant that she had originally taken from her mother’s yard back in Kindersley, roughly 25 years earlier.
As I said earlier, gardening and enjoying her flowers was one of her favorite pastimes.
In August Anne broke her hip and in November moved into Long Term Care in Consort.
Anne passed away peacefully in Castor on February 9, 2024.
She will be fondly remembered and dearly missed by all.

Tribute to Nana
– Hailey and Tori McDonald
Tori: Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, as we gather here today to bid farewell to our beloved Nana, we are reminded of the joy, love, and laughter that she brought into our lives. Today, let’s not mourn the loss of a beautiful soul, but let’s celebrate the unforgettable whimsical spirit of Anne McDonald.
Hailey: Nana had a gift–a gift for uniting people and creating a sense of togetherness that turned ordinary moments into extraordinary memories. She was always happy to be the host for any family events in which she would ensure that nobody left hungry. You would always go prepared to Nana’s with Tupperware, stretchy pants, and an empty stomach.
Tori: Nana has always had a young, playful heart which has taught us all to appreciate the lighter side of life. I’m sure each one of us has a cherished memory of Nana’s cheerful, amusing (and sometimes) vulgar sense of humor. One of our favorite stories that Nana would tell was how innovative she was when it came to using household items for a good “lickin”.
Tori: The wooden spoon
Hailey: The Mucklucks
Tori: The belt
Hailey: And of course, the story of the stranger breaking in through her window, in which she brought to a halt quickly with a cast iron frying pan
Tori: Nonetheless, I think we can all agree that Nana was a strong-willed woman with a witty personality that was enjoyed by many.
Hailey: One of the things we loved most about Nana was her ability to find humor even in challenging times. She had a way of making us laugh when we needed it the most, reminding us that laughter can be a source of strength and resilience. Her easy-going demeanor was a beacon of light, a reminder that no matter how tough life may seem, there’s always room for joy.
Tori: We have many fond memories with Nana:

• Trips to BC with Nana and Papa – stopping at the enchanted forest to create our homemade Martha Stuart video, the go karts, and the cherry farm.
  Hailey: Sleepovers on either side of the floor of nana and papa’s bed, playing flashlights on the ceiling. Arguing over who got to use the little flashlight.
  Tori: Hot brownies and ice cream after school
  Hailey: Decorating Christmas cookies and of course the iconic Christmas tree decorating which I am sure was the origin of our first alcoholic beverage with Papa’s infamous “one thumb pour rule” (Hold up hand as a knub) … If you can remember Bob’s hand, that is not a weak pour.
  Tori: As we say our goodbyes, let’s hold on to the laughter that Nana gifted us. Let’s remember the times she made us laugh until our cheeks hurt and carry that joy in our hearts. Though she may no longer be with us, our memories are a timeless reminder of the joyous spirit she brought into our lives.
  Hailey: We would like to read a poem to close out this tribute:
  Tori: In the embrace of memory, where tears and laughter blend,
  We gather here today,
  our hearts heavy, yet love will transcend.
  A grandmother’s love,
  a gentle guiding hand,
  Now she rests in peace,
  in that eternal land.
  Hailey: In the garden of remembrance, blooms a flower so divine,
  Each petal holds a memory, a moment frozen in time.
  Her laughter, like a melody, echoes through our ears,
  A symphony of love,
  dispelling all our fears.
  Tori: She held us close in tender arms, a haven of warmth and care,
  Whispers of wisdom, like a gentle breeze, lingering in the air.
  Her stories, like old books, well-worn and sweet,
  Echo through the corridors where time and memories meet.
  Hailey: Through seasons of joy and storms of despair,
  She stood with grace,
  a pillar strong and rare.
  Her hands crafted love into the tapestry of our days,
  A masterpiece of kindness, in so many ways.
  Tori: Though she has left the stage, her spirit dances on,
  In the twinkle of the stars,
  in the golden dawn.
  A grandmother’s love,
  a legacy so grand,
  It weaves through generations an unbroken strand.
  Hailey: So let us say our goodbyes, not in sorrow’s mournful song,
  But in the celebration of a life, beautifully strong.
  For in the tapestry she wove, in the stories she told,
  Her spirit lives on, a love that will never grow old.
  Tori: In the silent echoes of our tears, in the memories we share,
  Our dear grandmother’s love, forever in the air.
  Rest in peace, sweet soul,
  in the arms of eternity,
  For your love lives on in us, a cherished legacy.
  Hailey: So, let us say goodbye with tears and gratitude for our time shared.
  Tori: We know you are at peace now reunited with Papa and Lloyd.
  Together: Until we meet again.
  Love your grandgirls

David Melvin Thulien
1930 – 2024

David Melvin Thulien was born September 30, 1930 to Otto and Hilda Thulien. He was the youngest of nine children including a sister Rose who died at 9 months and a baby brother who died at birth.
David was good natured and was such an agreeable child that his older sisters came to call him Buddy around home. The name stuck and would soon become the name everyone knew him by. Years later it was shortened to Bud, but the older generation continued to refer to him as Buddy.
Bud was a sturdy little boy who ran everywhere he went and despite the fact that his Mom and his teenage sisters spoiled him, he never lost his agreeable disposition.
1930 began the decade of the devastating “Dirty Thirties” drought and the “Great Depression” both of which would mark a generation for life. Small children still played and had fun but the atmosphere in the homes changed during the 1930’s. These seasoned pioneers had experienced droughts and downturns before and their focus was to sustain their families until things improved. National incomes had fallen to one half of five years earlier and prairie farm incomes to almost one quarter.
On September 10, 1934 Bud’s father Otto decided he had to move where there was rain. Bud’s Mom Hilda would write, “In September we loaded as many belongings as we could into two boxcars….to a destination almost one hundred miles northeast of Edmonton in the Boyle area”. It was in this northern area Otto had purchased a small farm with a rundown log house that needed attention before winter arrived. The oldest Thulien daughter Ruth, now newly married, stayed behind to care for the Veteran farm with her new husband.
From the time Bud was four until he was seven, he adjusted to living in the unfamiliar northern bush country where there were new dangers to consider like bears, something a young boy at Veteran didn’t think about. It was during these years that Bud began attending school. Two neighbour families lived across the road from the small Thulien farm and Bud’s mother Hilda wrote that “we had many good friends there, though the land was poor and we made very little”.
Ruth’s husband was killed in the fall of 1937, an event that prompted the family to return to the Veteran farmstead. Back at the Veteran farm, Bud attended Northlands School a little over a mile walk northwest across the pasture. It seems Bud’s school year was interrupted by the return move to Veteran and he would repeat some of the grade he started before the move.
The post office was a mile to the south of the family’s farm yard. Often it was Bud’s task to run for the mail….and run he did, not needing to stop to catch his breath.
His last year of school, Bud attended Rae school which was a two and a half mile horseback ride northeast of home. During the long winters there were periods during which weather interrupted school attendance and at times there were weeks school was missed. Challenging circumstances meant grade seven was the final grade Bud was able to complete.
Late in 1946 when Bud was 16, he and his parents bought a half section northwest of Veteran with a well-built house. Bud’s older brother Obed and wife Anne took over the south farm.
Up to this time Obed had been doing all the heavy work as Otto was now over sixty. Bud’s life from this time on was mostly work and little pay.
Eventually Bud took over the northwest farm and cared for his parents until his Dad died in 1974 after which his Mom spent much of her time with Bud and his siblings. Later Bud joined his brother Obed and his nephews Lee and Eldon to form 4 Thulien Ranch to combine the operation to raise cattle and farm together. During the mid years of the 1970’s Bud also began working in the farm machine shop up the road at Coronation Farm Equipment where he was also a shareholder with his brother and nephews.
Bud’s most rewarding year came in the summer of 1982 when he married Audrey Winn. It was an adjustment for both of them as Bud was now 52, and Audrey had been widowed not long before, but they came to be good support to each other which was a joy to family and friends. Audrey’s family was mostly grown up except for two very rambunctious 16 year old twins; Scott and Keith. Bud now had his own family who fully accepted him and made him a part of their life; the younger twins affectionately referring to him as Pops. Bud and Audrey liked camping and traveling and had many good outings with family from both sides. Bud and Audrey enjoyed many good years together until Audrey passed in 2013.
Bud was loved dearly by his many nieces and nephews who couldn’t resist being attracted to his kind, gentle nature. Bud’s niece-in-law Kris Thulien said it best…..” everyone should have an Uncle Bud!” And we were all blessed that we did!
The Thulien family want to say a very special thank you to all of Audrey’s family who showed much care and love to Bud particularly these last few years. Much appreciation to Dennis and Irene Hopper and Scott and Gina Winn who were close by and visited Bud often after he was no longer able to get out.
A Funeral Service was held on Saturday, March 9 2024 at 2:30 p.m. at the Veteran Full Gospel Church, Veteran, Alberta. Condolences may be forwarded to the family by visiting www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com

Lawrence “Larry” Hager
Oct. 22, 1947 – Feb. 29, 2024

It is with profound sadness that we announce the passing of Larry Hager, a beloved husband, devoted father, proud grandfather, and a cherished friend and member of the community. Larry peacefully departed this world on February 29, 2024, after a short but valiant battle with cancer, surrounded by the love and comfort of his family.
Born on October 22, 1947, to Nick and Kathleen Hager, Larry’s early years were filled with the warmth and love of a close-knit family. In 1968, he married his soulmate, Lorna Oxamitny, beginning a lifelong journey of love and companionship. Together, they raised two wonderful children, Lisa Benavides (Joseph) and Leon Hager (Janilea), and reveled in the joy brought by their grandchildren, Kailea, Kiera, Austin and Colton.
He is survived by his siblings Maureen Franklin (Roy), Ron Hager (Terrie), Terry Hager (Kathy), Lynne Miller (Ray), Cindy McFadden, Pat Hager (Irene), and David Hager (Jill) and in-laws Larry Oxamitny (Loretta), Sharon Lorenz (Ken) and Carol Beier and many nieces and nephews. Larry was predeceased by his father, Nick, his mother, Kathleen, and his brother-in-laws, Larry McFadden and Eddie Oxamitny and sister in-law MaryAnne Oxamitny.
Larry’s roots were firmly planted in Compeer, where he and Lorna shared 29 years of their life. Larry and Lorna took over the family tradition of farming and owning Hager Motors from his father Nick who took over from his grandfather Mike. In 1997, Larry and Lorna embarked on a new chapter in Consort, where Larry started L&T Agro with his business partner Tony Owens until he retired in 2007. Larry continued his legacy of community service in Consort where he served on the Consort Hospital Board, the Special Areas Board, and the Development Board, contributing to the betterment of the community. He also spent a lot of time working at the Consort Golf course.
Larry found joy in the simple pleasures of life – watching his granddaughters play ball, playing golf, being the maintenance guy at the cabin, driving the boat for his grandkids, engaging in woodwork projects, and savoring moments over coffee with friends. He also had a great love of hockey. Larry brought out the excitement of every game whether it was through coaching in minor hockey or watching his favorite team the Montreal Canadiens.
Larry’s community spirit shone brightly as he actively engaged in various roles, leaving a lasting impact on those around him. His passion for sports led him to coach minor league hockey, where he mentored and inspired the young athletes under his guidance. Larry also dedicated his time as a debate judge for the local 4-H club which enabled him to develop his debating skills at all the family functions.
Larry’s memory will forever be a beacon of love, warmth, and community spirit. May he rest in eternal peace, and may his legacy continue to inspire and uplift those who had the privilege of knowing him.
The funeral service was held Friday, March 8, 2024, at 1:00 p.m. at Consort Sportex with Pastor Darrell Durksen officiating. The Eulogy was presented by Tony Owens and Words of Remembrance were given by Kevin Assenheimer., Special music was Stranger on the Shore ~ Acker Bilk and I’ll leave this world loving you ~ Ricky Van Shelton. Following the service, family and friends gathered together for a time of fellowship and refreshments at the Consort Sportex.
A recording of Larry’s service, slideshow, and a copy of the tributes given, are available on the Gregory’s Funeral Home website.
Eulogy
Presented by Tony Owens
I am honored to be asked by Lorna and the family to say a few words today about Larry.
I first got to know Larry in 1990 when I started playing with the Oldtimers Hockey team. We hit it off right away, we had some great times on and off the ice and soon became good friends.
He dealt with me at the Wheat Pool, and we always had good conversations about almost everything. We enjoyed many get togethers in Compeer, suppers, golfing, making sausage. We still use Lorna’s recipe to this day.
One day in 1997, Larry called to say that he and Lorna would like to come over and talk with us. They were thinking of moving to Consort and wondered what we would think about starting up an Agro business together. By coincidence the Wheat Pool was offering me a transfer, which our family wasn’t too excited about. Kelly and I talked it over and we felt this was a great opportunity for our family to settle in Consort.
And so, in September 1997 we started L & T Agro. I looked after the Fertilizer and Larry looked after the Spraying. But by year two we had to purchase another sprayer. Kelly and Lorna would alternate and come in at 4:00 after their other jobs and then on weekends to give out fertilizer so Larry and I could both be out spraying.
Sometimes it could be fun and games.
We both used to drive silage truck for Ron Dumaresq. This one time we had some spraying that had to be done. Larry said, “Do you want to drive truck or go spraying?” I said, “I’d rather go spraying, at least I’ll have air conditioning!” Well, I should have drove truck! I hit a washout and ripped the wheel right off. I called Larry and told him what happened, thinking this isn’t going to be good.
All he said was “Are you okay?” I said, “Yes, I’m fine”. We go out the next day, we’re walking around the sprayer and Larry is taking pictures. I thought it was for insurance reasons. Well, a couple of days later I walk into the office and the pictures are hanging all over the office for everyone to see and there he sat with a grin on his face.
One other time, I was out spraying, I was running behind, heading to another field to spray. I decided I wouldn’t bother putting the
cover on the windshield of the sprayer, it wasn’t far to the next field. Well, that was a mistake, because when I got to the field, my windshield was shattered.
I headed back to town and when I got in, Larry took one look and shook his head. The girls helped us clean up the glass and Kelly
headed to Killam to get a windshield.
Two days later, Larry was out spraying and showed up back to town way earlier than he was supposed to. I watched as he pulled into the yard and sure enough the windshield was gone out of his sprayer.
I asked what happened? He said, “I forgot to put my cover on to go to the next field.” I just shook my head. Back to Killam for another windshield.
Those were 10 great years working together, we got along and had some good laughs at ourselves along the way. Our family has been grateful for the opportunity that Larry and Lorna came to us with, and for the close friendship that we’ve kept all these years.
Actually… Larry didn’t really retire. He sprayed for us for three more years, drove combine for Roger Johnson, and was still spraying for Robert Simkin. He also really enjoyed doing woodworking projects and he was good at it. I know there are quite a few homes and places in our community where he has redone counter tops, built cabinets and furniture. And most of the time Lorna was working right alongside him. They were a team and always very community
minded.
For a few years, Larry and Lorna went south for the winter. Then I would get the phone calls. It was usually happy hour, and I would
get asked all sorts of questions about names of people or places or an event that neither Larry or Lee Kroeger could remember, and they needed an answer to solve their conversation.
Once Larry and Lorna were back home, we always enjoyed hearing about all the grandchildren and then their plans for the summer at
the lake.
Then there was the hockey. Larry liked to stop by to see what Tyler thought whenever the Oilers lost a game. There would always be quite the discussion. We all knew Larry was a Hab’s Fan, and if they won a game, he would come in and you would think they won the Stanley Cup! We all know that didn’t happen very often. Larry also liked to talk about the golf course with Tyler. Always encouraging him and the other members on the executive to keep up the good work they were doing. Larry told me it was great to see the younger generation taking over the reins. He was always a big supporter of them.
I have a couple of stories given to me from Roger Johnson.
They were on a fishing trip at Heart Lake with all the kids. Everyone was having a great time until the “Fish Cops” arrived. Larry told them their licenses were back at camp and could they go back to camp and get them. We took the kids back to camp with us, dropped them off and headed back. Larry then confessed to the
cops, “We have no licenses!” The cops said, “None of you?” Larry said, “No, and we don’t want the kids to know.” The cops said, “Well, we STILL have to give you guys a $15.00 ticket!”
Another time was when a large group of them went camping at the Blackstone River. They went quadding the first day with the intent of camping outdoors. The first night setting up tents, Roger was showing Larry how to cut spruce bows to make a more comfortable bed to sleep on. Larry looked at RJ and said, “I’m not sure why we are tenting when we could ride back to camp and sleep in our beds there!”
Larry and Lorna’s house was always welcoming for Lorna’s good food and drinks. Many laughs and good memories. Larry, thank you for being my friend. I’ll see you at our next tee time.
– Roger
Dale Bousquet reminded me of a story when Larry retired from playing with the Oldtimers and took over coaching us.
We were in a tournament in Medicine Hat, down a goal with a couple of minutes left. It was Ralph Wiest’s turn to go out and Larry said, “We need a goal!” So, he benched Magoo in favor of Bill Kelts.
Larry always thought that Magoo never forgave him for that decision. But the worst part Dale said, was that Larry even benched him, and Dale tried to explain to him that HE was the top goal scorer, but to no avail. We lost!
Another time they were golfing in Sundre and Dale was in golf shorts. Larry looked at him and asked, “When did you jump into those chicken legs?”
Larry always made time for a round of golf, whether it was in the afternoon or men’s night. It was usually Larry, Lee, Ronnie, RJ and me. It got to the point that by the end of the season I realized I had to help them all see where their balls went!
Last August, the Golf Course had a 3-person best ball. Larry was golfing with Rick and Brenda Deleff. Afterwards there was a group of us all sitting together for supper.
When they started announcing the winners of the flights, Larry, Rick and Brenda had won their flight. That was the first win.
Then they started pulling names for the door prizes. Larry Hager, Larry Hager, and Larry Hager. He was getting embarrassed, and we were all giving him a hard time. Then they drew the 50/50 and guess who?? Larry Hager!
Then Kevin Assenheimer got up and thanked the younger generation for their commitment to the golf club and the great job they did for the tournament. Then he had a few words for Larry.He said, “there was no one more deserving of winning all these prizes for the work and dedication that he has given to the Golf Course over the years.”
That was Larry…
He was a great person. He was dedicated to his family and to his community. He will forever be a cherished friend to so many.
Please take the time to share your memories of Larry with the family, I’m sure there are many stories. They will be comforting for them in the days ahead.
Rest in Peace Larry, Til We See Each Other Again.
Words of Remembrance
By Kevin Assenheimer
Good afternoon, my name is Kevin Assenheimer, I am a retired P.E. Teacher (29 years here in Consort) and I am currently the greenskeeper of Larry’s summer home, the Consort Golf Course. I also have an interesting tie to Larry’s family which is unknown to many. His parents and their family actually lived on the same street as I did in the mid 70s as sister Cindy and brothers Pat and David graced the halls of Nanton’s JT Foster School while my wife Carla and I and our siblings also attended. It’s a small world.
My introduction to Larry was in the early 90s as we both shared a love for golf, for improving our golf course and for socializing there.
Larry’s involvement at the golf course spanned close to 40 years. His first accomplishment came in the late eighties when he and Kruge made a proposal to separate the golf course from the Provincial Park umbrella, the negotiations began and soon the club had more freedom and was ready to become a separate entity. This meant “Go Time” in Larry’s eyes. Like any organization there were good times but also challenging times. Larry was always willing to help regardless of the situation. With new grass greens in the mid 90s the club flourished. Mixed Tournaments such as the Dunc McFetridge Memorial under Larry and Lorna’s guidance drew many new golfers and couples to our course, it became a must attend event. Larry also helped out with the annual Lefties vs Righties tournament (Him and Jack always said the lefties dominated) and he was instrumental in maintaining Tuesday men’s night. Larry enjoyed the camaraderie and fun competition that these events created, and was proud of the positive spinoffs they generated for our club.
Water problems plagued the club in the early 2000s as duster wells were drilled. Larry and Jack negotiated a sweet deal with Special Areas erasing our debt from this adventure and established a grant system the club still benefits from to this day.
Larry also gave a considerable amount of time into making sure machinery was maintained and took a special interest in the pump at the fishing pond. His multiple terms spanning over three decades on the executive were so valued, many a club president appreciated his significant input. He expressed ways to be cost effective, helped the club stay viable and was always looking for ways to improve the course. Projects such as new grass greens, two clubhouse renovations, building tee boxes, spring clean ups, fertilizing, and maintenance practices have all been touched with Larry’s hands. The hi-way from Compeer seemed to always lead to the golf course.
My friendship with Larry went to another level when I began working as the greenskeeper about six years ago. In fact he was one of the reasons why I took the job. My respect and admiration for Larry grew as I got to work side by side with him as we were both now, paid employees. We often shared stories about family and past experiences, I thoroughly enjoyed our quiet times. His work ethic, calm demeanour, reliability and common sense approach to solving problems was impressive. His sense of humour was enjoyed by all (we laughed a lot, many times at ourselves) and his ability to rectify mechanical issues and operate all machines were appreciated. His input and knowledge meant the world to me. I’d like to think we accomplished a lot together.
Our time together created some fond memories, here are a few:
Larry always refused to enter the cold water at the pond in the spring when setting the suction hose (that is the bosses job, he would say as he held the end on land, with a silly grin), I can still picture him hopping off “Old Blue” our 72 inch mower after cutting roughs for hours – face caked in dust and a sore back but still a smile on his face – happy with what he accomplished, he also was very good at operating the Old 1960 something Massey Loader Tractor nicknamed “Precious” (just like its operator) and we will always remember the time he started the “ Mule” on fire by letting his spring coat contact the muffler and how he tried to put it out by throwing dirt and gravel on it. Grant and I had a good chuckle over that one. One year Sarah and I purposely left a tree branch untrimmed just in front of number 4 tee box and labeled it “Larry’s Tree”, this was troublesome for Larry and it drove him crazy as he often hit it with his drive. He cut it down one day when I wasn’t there.
Larry enjoyed the last few years golfing a lot, it was finally his turn. He always made sure Kruge, Maron, Bousquet, Deleff and Carl stayed honest, collecting winnings in golf for Larry, was Priceless!!
Sitting on a comfy couch on the deck at the clubhouse was one of Larry’s favourite times of the day. Relaxed, having a deck pop with friends, rehashing the 9 holes they just played or enjoying a steak that he had just barbecued to perfection. We all enjoyed Larry’s kibitzing, his stories and his fun loving nature, but the best was when he had to dig in his pocket and buy a round due to “off day” on the course.
As spring creeps up on us and another golf season approaches, we can all think back and be thankful for our friend Larry and appreciate the legacy he has left. If the Consort Golf Club had a Hall of Fame, Larry most certainly would be inducted on the very first ballot. In fact in my opinion he might be the GOAT Greatest Of All Time, for his endless and timeless contributions to our club.
The 1:30 tee time, the deck visits and men’s night will be so different for many of us now. But Larry, I’m sure you’re swinging freely now hitting 300 yd drives, and no longer will you have to worry about where I cut the pins on Tuesday nights. We miss you already and the grass isn’t even growing. Take care my friend and thank you, thank you, thank you.
Card of Thanks
Our family want to express our deepest gratitude for the tremendous support we have received over the last few months and at Larry’s funeral. Your kindness and assistance made a significant difference during this difficult time, and we are beyond grateful for your generosity.
A special thank you to all those who came to visit Larry in Calgary. Larry absolutely loved all the special visits that he received. He loved just visiting or playing a game of crib. Consider yourself lucky if you were able to beat him!
We also want to thank everyone who came out to Larry’s celebration of life and for all those who provided a helpful hand to make the day even more special. Our amazing communities have provided such an immense outpouring of support and assistance and it has been truly appreciated.
A special thank you to everyone that provided food at both the house and the service, put out the food at the service, sent flowers, set up the chairs, bartended, and to everyone behind the scenes who have provided support. Please know that your thoughtfulness and support have meant the world to us, and we will always remember your kindness.
A special thank you to Gregory’s Funeral Home for taking great care to ensure that Larry’s celebration was organized so carefully, to Pastor Darrel Durksen for the “non-Church” service (Larry would have loved it), and to Tony and Kevin for their heartfelt dedications. Larry’s memory was wonderfully honored providing solace and strength to our family.
Thank you once again for your unwavering support. We are grateful beyond words for the kindness everyone has shown and for being there for us when we needed it most.
With heartfelt thanks,
Lorna,
Lisa, Joseph,
Auston, Colton
Leon, Janilea,
Kailea, Kiera

Cheryle Yvonne Schroeder
April 5, 1952 – March 2, 2024

Cheryle Y Schroeder was born in Consort, Alberta, on April 5th, 1952 to Earl and Joyce (nee Richards) Rumohr. She grew up there with two older brothers, Wayne and Dale, and a younger sister, Sheila plus a large extended family on both sides.
A highlight she recalled often was the family trip to Ontario for hockey tryouts. Cheryle enjoyed sports, playing volleyball, organ lessons and especially art. Her mom retrieved many paintings from the trash to convince her she had talent and eventually she was accepted into an art school in the U.S. She never went, but did give many art lessons in her life.
Her plans were changed by Manfred Schroeder, a farmer’s son from Esther that she met on the dance floor. They fell in love and were married October 24, 1970 in the presence of family, friends and neighbours.
They moved to Stettler and the next year were blessed with daughter, Candace, and a year after that a son, Darcey. Manfred and Cheryle wanted a dozen children, but their third baby didn’t survive to term and was the last. Cheryle never got over that mentally or physically, but she tried to fill the hole in her heart by loving so many people she “adopted” over the years.
The young family purchased an older house in Oyen (near Manfred’s parents Olga and Julius) to remodel, but it was destroyed by fire soon after — an event that taught them the power of community.
In 1977, the Schroeders purchased a service station on Highway 41A outside of Medicine Hat where they worked long hours together and built more relationships with staff and customers. By the mid 80’s. the prospects in the Hat changed and Manfred pursued a job opportunity with Case international in Vermilion, Alberta. Cheryle began a customer service position at the Eastalta Co-op Grocery store where she greeted members by name.
The family soon moved to an acreage near Claysmore where Cheryle enjoyed gardening, canning, watching wildlife, playing cards and visiting neighbours from the community. During this time, although plagued by migraines, Cheryle was a devoted wife and mother – outspoken and overprotective but with deep caring.
In 1990, Candace was married and Manfred and Cheryle moved back to Oyen to make it their home. Their first grandson, Branden, was born in 1993. In 1996, Darcey was married to Raynette Ulliac and they had a son, Raymond Julius (R.J.).
Soon after, Cheryle turned her dream of living in a large, Victorian house with a front porch into a reality and a bustling bed and breakfast for more than 16 years. She was able to open her heart and their home to welcome visitors from around the corner and around the world. Manfred enjoyed cooking and having a new audience each morning for his jokes. She thrived on decorating for every holiday, especially Christmas, her favorite time of year. While Manfred was always on the go out in the community, Cheryle mostly kept the home fires burning and her husband in line. She expressed her opinions openly and you knew you were in trouble if you got “the look”.
By 2014, injuries to her shoulder and knee forced Cheryle and Manfred to move into a bungalow. It was a difficult adjustment for the whole family not to gather at the B&B, but Manfred and Cheryle continued to host meals, card parties and holidays. Her daughter, Candace, was her partner in many games and adventures as she had also moved back to the Oyen area by then.
As much as Chery|e’s children were her pride; her grandsons and great-granddaughters were undoubtably her greatest joy. Each came to see her during her final days in care facilities. Whether you were family, a friend or someone she just met, Cheryle had a unique way of making you feel cared for with her warm smile, handheld or soft hug. The stories of life, people and history she shared will also be truly missed. Cheryle Schroeder passed peacefully the morning of March 2nd, 2024 in Medicine Hat hospital surrounded by loved ones.
Funeral Services took place on Saturday, March 9, 2024 at the Seniors Rec Centre in Oyen, Alberta.
Memorial tributes may be directed to Tele Miracle Kinsmen Foundation, 2217C Hanselman Court, Saskatoon, SK. S7L 6A8 telemiracle.com or the Oyen and District Health Care Foundation, Box 1, Oyen, AB. T0J 2J0
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Funeral arrangements in care of MacLean’s Funeral Home, Oyen, Alberta.

Roy Carlson
1929- 2024

True to his unassuming and independent nature, Roy quietly passed on March 4, 2024, at the age of 94, at the Canterbury Foundation in Edmonton, Alberta.
Roy grew up in the Surrey B.C. area and later joined the Royal Canadian Air Force, stationed at Namao near Edmonton. It was while here he met his life’s partner, Marion. They married in 1953, during the polio epidemic, at the Mt. Carmel Catholic Church north of Altario, AB. After his time in the RCAF, Roy went on to work for Canada Post, eventually becoming a manager.
Roy filled his spare time with photography, carpentry, and travel. He created a wonderful photographic archive capturing family moments, the passage of time, and the beauty of travel. He was also known for his kind, unflappable nature, dry sense of humor, hairy-hand drawings, curation of old-time radio and TV shows, curiosity about all things electronic, and his deep love for Marion.
Roy is survived by his wife of 70 years, Marion (nee Kloberdanz); his brother and sister-in-law, John and Faye Kloberdanz; his niece Jennifer (Sean) McCormick; his nephew Zane Kloberdanz; great nieces Ashlyn McCormick and Erika and Samantha Kloberdanz, as well as a host of extended family.
Roy was predeceased by his parents, August (1956) and Elsa (1992), and his parents-in-law, John (1962) and Mary (1984).
A Celebration of Life will be held for Roy at a later date.

Wes Zieffle
April 24, 1945 – March 6, 2024

Wesley “Wes” David Zieffle was born on April 24, 1945, in Medicine Hat, Alberta to Dave and Donna Zieffle. They moved to the ranch in the Sounding Lake area north of Monitor when Wes was six months old and he resided in the same yard until he moved into Long Term Care in Consort, Alberta.
Wes married Lynda (Turcato) on March 18, 1967. Wes and Lynda continued ranching and eventually passed the ranching operations down to their sons Darren and BJ.
Wes was a member of the Canadian Professional Cowboys Association, competing in the steer wrestling and calf roping for many years and earned his gold card status for 25 years of membership. He remained an avid teacher and mentor for many cowboys throughout the years.
Wes was inducted into the Professional Rodeo Hall of Fame in 2009. His famous horse, Twist, was inducted the same year. When Wes retired from rodeo, he and Lynda enjoyed travelling, taking trips to Australia, the United States and Mexico. They also hit the road to watch grandkids compete in rodeos.
Wes passed away peacefully on March 6, 2024, at 78 years of age.
Wes will be lovingly missed by his wife of 56 years Lynda; sons Darren (Terra James) and BJ (Brandy Frenette) Zieffle; daughter Janna (Wade) Pickerell; grandchildren Ashton (Cullen Miller), Garrett, Blake, Toni (Cole Johnson), and Jaclyn; sister Kathie; and brother-in-law Dale Butterwick, as well as many nieces, nephews and dear friends.
Wes was predeceased by parents Dave and Donna Zieffle.
A Celebration of Wes’ Life took place on Monday, March 18, 2024 at the Provost Recreation & Cultural Centre at Provost, Alberta. The service was led by Patrick Cassidy who delivered the eulogy. Tributes were given by Toni Pickerell, Jorge Butterwick, Ken Guenthner, Blaine Pederson and Ty Miller. The Cowboy Prayer was read by Garrett Zieffle. Special music was “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers and “My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys” by Willie Nelson. Following the service family and friends gathered together for a luncheon and a time of sharing memories.
Donations in memory of Wes are gratefully accepted to the Consort Long Term Care Centre or to a charity of your choice. Condolences may be forwarded to the family by visiting www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels were entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Eulogy
Presented by Patrick Cassidy
Wes was born on April 24, 1945 in Medicine Hat, Alberta. He was the first child born to Dave and Donna Zieffle.
They moved from Walsh, Alberta to the Sounding Lake area, north of Monitor, in the fall of 1945. The family of three lived with Donna’s parents, Alex and Katie Guenthner for the first winter. In the spring of 1946, Dave, Donna and Wes moved one and a half miles north onto the place purchased from Logan Latimer, where Wes resided until he moved into Long Term Care in Consort.
With Wes being the only grandchild for about 8 years and living near Donna’s family, Wes was adored by five aunts and two uncles and became affectionately known as Wessie. A name his Uncle Dave Guenthner called him well into adulthood.
Other relatives soon followed the Guenthners and Zieffles north from the Walsh area including the Layes, Schachers and Mocks.
Over the years, Dave and Wes expanded the ranch purchasing Vern Wiesner land in 1964 and the Les Hill place in 1972.
Wes and Lynda purchased land from Dennis Dumaresq in 1987.
Wes and Lynda continued to build an impressive herd of cattle. It was Wes and Terry Schetzle that started the Sounding Lake producer’s sale at the Veteran Auction Mart that is still in existence today. He was proud of his char-cross steers and heifers.
Wes developed a love of horses at a young age. He spent a lot of time with his trusted mount, Dickie and progressed to training and competing on his own horses throughout his rodeo career. Wes remained a mentor and teacher to many steer wrestlers and calf ropers throughout his life. He moved from the hazing horse to stringing the barrier, to his chair in Darren’s arena, behind the box, so he could still watch how the bull dogging horses scored.
It was his mother’s first cousin, Alex Laye who first sparked Wes’ interest in rodeo. He also became good friends with Stan and Elda Weatherly. Donna would take him to the highway to meet the Weatherly’s to catch a ride to rodeos and it was through Stan and Elda he would eventually meet Elda’s little sister, Lynda, at the Vauxhall rodeo.
Wes and Lynda were married on March 18, 1967. Today is actually their 57th wedding anniversary.
He continued rodeoing and was soon joined by Ken, Mark, Leon and a few other relatives from the area and they became known as the Monitor Mumblers.
He wasn’t really built for the rough stock events, but he did compete in several events at the rodeo. He would often fill in as an outrider in the chuckwagon racing.
Wes is also a Calgary Stampede Champion, not in the steer wrestling or calf roping as one might think but in the wild horse racing. Wes was ear man and Malcom Jones was the rider for Cliff Vandergrift for that championship win.
Wes also served as calf roping director on the CPRA board of directors.
In 1968, Wes and Lynda built one of the first indoor riding arenas in Alberta. The 40 x 200 foot arena would host a countless number of jackpots, schools and practise nights. There were many championships won as a result of the knowledge shared by Wes. It didn’t matter to Wes if you were a champion or a novice, everyone received the same encouragement and coaching.
Ken Guenthner – Calgary Stampede $50,000 winner.
-1981 Canadian Steer Wrestling championship.
Leon Laye – Canadian Championship.
Mark Laye – Calgary Stampede $50,000.
Blaine Pederson – Canadian Champion Steer Wrestler. – 1994 World Champion Steer Wrestler.
Wes was most proud of Darren’s Canadian Calf Roping Championship in 1993 and BJ’s Canadian Steer Wrestling Championship in 1999.
In 1971, Wes purchased a spirited little sorrel horse from his brother-in-law Lynn Wenbourne. With Wes’ strong discipline and training, that stout little gelding would become one of Canada’s greatest steer wrestling horses of all time. He was known to all as “Twist”. Twist and Wes can be credited for many accomplishments in the rodeo world.
It was a great honour to Wes and a proud moment for the entire family when Wes and his great steer wrestling horse Twist were inducted into the Canadian Pro Rodeo Hall of Fame in 2009.
When Wes retired from competing in the arena, he and Lynda continued to hit the road, all across North America, to watch their kids and then their grandkids compete. He probably got almost as much enjoyment out of watching them compete as he did himself. They also enjoyed taking trips to Australia, Mexico, annual trips to the NFR, the Yukon and all across the US.
Wes loved a good game of cards, a good glass of whisky and a good horse. Wes was also a man of his word, and his handshake was as good as any legal document.
He enjoyed visiting and telling stories.
He was next to impossible to beat in a game of checkers.
He didn’t have a filter and was brutally honest if you asked his opinion.
He was also quite a math whiz. You could give him a complicated equation and he would usually figure out the answer in his head before you could even go get the calculator.
Wes loved a good wrestling match and earned the nickname “Badger” for his fighting style. He was crafty and hard to take down.
He also had a unique sense of humor, and many people were bit and/or barked at by the “mechanical dog”. Sometimes it was the stranger in the next car at a red light, sometimes it was whoever happened to be sitting beside him in the truck.
Wes would oversee many coffee visits, family suppers or games from his chair at the table. He would mention that was his chair if a newcomer were to try to sit there.
So today we get ready to say goodbye to Wes. He was a cowboy, a rancher, a teacher, a mentor, a friend, a devoted and proud family man. No one was prouder of his children and grandchildren than Wes. His home was always open, there was always a chair (not his) and a cup of coffee or a glass of whisky for anyone and everyone. There was always a story to be told or a game of cards to be played.
His legacy will live on in the words and advice he offered freely and his eye for horses.
He will be remembered for his quick whit and chuckle and his dedication to his family.
To Toni, he leaves his open heart and acceptance of people from all walks of life.
To Jaclyn, he leaves his quick wit and sense of humour, never letting any situation get too serious.
To Garret, he leaves his laid-back approach to life, taking things as they come and not getting too nervous or flustered.
To Blake, he leaves his quiet determination, humbly about achieving his goals.
To Ashton, he leaves his sense of adventure, always up to try new thing.
Rest easy cowboy.

Tribute
By Toni Pickerell
Wes had a lot of roles through his lifetime. He was a nephew who was doted on, a son who worked alongside his dad, and a husband whose quiet support was constant.  As a dad, Wes wouldn’t sugarcoat his practical advice. He was fair, firm, and reliable. Wes was a neighbor, brother, uncle, friend, and a mentor to many.
To Ashton, myself, Jaclyn, Garrett and Blake, Wes played the role of grandpa.  My grandpa was not an emotional man, and his “I love you’s” came in the form of a nod of his head with the words “Well, ya done good Ton.”
To the grandkids and our friends, we knew Grandpa Wes as Boppy. Boppy stepped into the role of a Grandpa with the same easy going nature he approached the rest of his life with.  Most of our memories include his grin, which often came as a result of him pulling a prank or telling a tall tale.
Boppy enjoyed the odd glass of whisky. At the 91 FCA finals, liquor was not served at the performances.  He and my dad became fast friends when Dad offered a shot from his flask to pour into Boppy’s Coke can.  Boppy had made it known he was not too fond of mom’s previous dating efforts and when he got back to the stands, he told mom “I got a date for you for the dance.”  Mom and Dad just celebrated the 30th anniversary of their arranged marriage.
Boppy loved to spend time with family, especially working together outside or sharing a story around the dinner table. My earliest driving lessons came from Boppy when I was 3.  I stood on the seat of his truck to steer while he dumped grain off the back for his charolais and longhorn bulls. A few times a year, the whole family met at Boppy and Granny’s house to make sauerkraut or sausage.  I have and still use the recipe that he and Granny perfected over the years. 
I was excited to tell Boppy when I had my first loose tooth.  Boppy told me to sit in his chair,  keep my eyes closed and to ‘hold still.’ A shooting pain spread through my mouth and when I opened my eyes, Boppy was holding my tooth in a pair of pliers with that same grin on his face. I begged mom not to tell him about any loose teeth after that. Jaclyn also learned from this experience, and never told Boppy about any of her loose teeth.
Ashton, Jaclyn, and I were playing at Granny and Boppy’s house the day we found out Ashton would be joining our family. She paused with an excited look on her face and asked, “Do you think I can call him Boppy now too?” We ran out to the kitchen to ask him. He responded with a chuckle, a nod, and that familiar grin.  Our family of five grandkids was completed a few years later when Garrett and Blake were born. 
Few things in life made Boppy more proud than watching Garrett and Blake grow up as the fourth generation on the ranch his dad started.  His passion for rodeo and ranching impacted each of his grandkids and will carry on for generations to come.
When it came to horses, Boppy’s word was honest, accurate and definitive.  Our first pony was named after Boppy’s childhood horse, Dickey. Boppy spent a lot of time breaking our pony to drive, and we entered many parades together with my sister, Jaclyn. After we outgrew Dickey, Boppy bought our second pony who my sister and I rode before he found a home as Garrett and Blake’s first horse. Boppy watched as many of our practice nights as possible, and while we didn’t always implement his advice right away, within a few months we usually wished we had.  Boppy could read a horse better than anyone I know and when my friend’s horse was colicing at a rodeo and we didn’t know what to do, I knew exactly who to go get out of the stands.
There were VERY few high school rodeos that Boppy and Granny missed in the years between when Ashton started and Boppy could no longer travel. Boppy often napped in the suburban during the barrel racing. He had a knack for making it to the stands exactly in time for our runs. Boppy didn’t want to watch more than was necessary, but he wouldn’t miss any of our runs either. He was our most consistent and our quietest supporter, only heard cussing “damn the luck” on video when a barrel was knocked or a calf was missed.
When I was competing in New Mexico, Boppy and Granny drove overnight from Uncle Stan’s funeral to watch. My run did not go as planned, but when I got back to the stands I was met with a pat on the shoulder and the words “Well, ya done good Ton.”
Boppy loved a good game of cards. I learned to play poker with him when I was 10. He paid my buy in to several small games at their house so I could practice.  When I was nearing 21, the focus shifted to Black Jack.  I spent a few evenings driving to Red Deer to practice playing cards with him and Granny. On my 21st birthday, Boppy gifted me with a plane ticket to join him and Granny in Vegas for the NFR. We met at the Black Jack table early in the mornings, and despite his mentorship, it turns out I still had some learning to do. He let me know that in no uncertain terms when I took a hit on a 16 and the dealer had a chance to bust.
Boppy often stopped in for help with his computer, phone, or to delete an accidental Facebook post. He said he couldn’t figure out electronics but as soon as you stepped out of a vehicle, the satellite radio was immediately switched to Willie’s Roadhouse.
We also learned many life lessons about how to be a good and honest person from Boppy.  Never touch someone’s hat, mean what you say, ride a good horse, and don’t take life too seriously.  Boppy had a way of drawing people in. Everywhere we went, Boppy would stop to visit with a friend along the way. Boppy and Granny’s house was a second home to many. One of the first times I took Cole to visit, I told him not to bother knocking. Whether it was for a bed, food, or a visit, most people felt at home enough to let themselves in.
As a family, our last several days have been filled with tears, heartbreak, storytelling, and laughter. I have heard my grandpa described as larger than life, a friend to all, and a shit disturber, all characteristics that were passed down.  Boppy wasn’t one for long or heartfelt goodbyes, so the most fitting words I can think of when I look at this room of people whose lives Boppy influenced are “Well, ya done good Boppy.”

Tribute
By Jorge Butterwick
Uncle Wes bar none, hands down was a cornerstone rock in my life.
One thing I could count on was Uncle Wes always being there!
He was always the same – place – demeanor – mannerisms.
His opinion mattered. Uncle Wes’ opinion out of anyone’s opinion is who’s I valued most.
I’ve never really concerned myself with what other people thought, except Uncle Wes’ opinion and view. Looking back, I never realized that, until I was a grown man with a family myself.
Due to the fact that Uncle Wes was a pillar in the rodeo community, gentleman, and was there for me to give a helping hand in life and advice. I never wanted him to be disappointed in me.
It was always Aunt Lynda’s house, but it was always Uncle Wes’ arena.
For years and years not only did I rope calves and bulldog steers, but I kept my horses there. I always offered to pay, but he would never accept. They always made sure I was looked after.
I didn’t realize until I got my own arena that two-year-old longhorn steers, that get too big to steer wrestle are not a good financial investment.
Just a little insight, the old arena was a 200×40 foot Quonset, dark as the ace of spades but had incandescent 100 watt light bulbs with aluminum foil pie plates above them. On a sunny afternoon, it would take ten minutes for your eyes to adjust to be able to see after you came inside.
When it got dry and dusty, water pails were packed from a hydrant in the arena to settle the dust. When the ground got too hard, we shoveled sand in from the edges where the action had pushed it to.
There were many great moments, memories and skills that we have acquired thanks to the arena Uncle Wes built!
In closing: Thanks for building and shaping each and everyone of us one way or another. If there were more people like Uncle Wes this world would be way better off.
And thanks for always looking out for me Uncle Wes!

Tribute
By Ken Guenthner
I’ve known Wes my entire life. We were cousins, neighbours, friends and traveling partners. The last few years our adventures have slowed to storytelling and retelling over regular coffee times.
‘West’ as his mother-in-law, Grandma Turcator, called him – always told you exactly what he was thinking. Even as a kid he didn’t hold back. His parents once had company over and it was getting late. Wes was tired and done with the visit. He got the guys hat, took it to him and said if you would leave we would go to bed. You knew exactly where you stood with him.
I don’t know if anyone loves rodeo as much as Wes did. He was always involved in rodeo whether it was participating himself, watching his kids and grandkids, or talking rodeo or watching locals compete on TV. At the start of our careers, we used to practice on Alex Laye’s old indoor arena that was made of page wire and straw bales. It was heated of course, with a heater so hot you could cook eggs on it. Many guys ended up melting their down filled coats standing too close to it. After practice Wes would turn his horses loose and they would just run the mile or so home. He built the old arena at home so his kids wouldn’t have to go to town to play hockey. The boys enjoyed success after staying home and fine tuning in their events.
There are so many of us who benefitted from that old arena. We spent hours practicing there together. Practice nights were usually 6-8 guys and we practiced until late at night. It usually ended with us telling Blaine to quit and go home already. If you want to become a champ that is the kind of dedication you need if you want to win. There was no return alley in the old arena and we had a 20 ft. ladder that we used to carry between us to help chase the cattle down to the chutes. It also worked to carry guys out of the arena after a wreck. Billy Vincett had a wreck at the far end once. He fell off his horse when it ducked, he went over the panels and stuck his head through two pipes. He was doing the dead chicken down there and we all went running down to help him. I stepped across him and said that I better go get Lynda. Wes replied with, “No use to hurry, I think he’s dead.”
Over the years Wes started a lot of bulldogging and rope horses that went on to be successful. Although he didn’t quite have the same finesse with training barrel horses. Janna had a horse he didn’t think was ‘leaving’ the barrel hard enough. Wes had a plan to make that son of a bitch run. He hid behind the barrel with a fence post and jumped out at the right moment. It did not work out as he planned as the horse blew sideways and Wes was banned from the arena for awhile.
Darren once said to me, “We don’t have fun on the rodeo trail like you guys did, it’s just not the same.” He might be right, I can’t imagine anyone having as much fun as we did. Wes and Lynda were great traveling partners. You never had to go to the rodeo office – Lynda had all the scores and times written down. We were known as the Monitor Mumblers. Wes was an especially great hazer on the black horse. He sat four feet off the back end and hardly ever missed a steer. Ditch wrestling was a bonus sport that we all participated in. We were constantly trying to determine who was the toughest. Some damage was done to a few of Wes’ trucks when the fighting commenced and we didn’t get pulled over soon enough. Once traveling from Rocky to Red Deer, Wes and Wilkinson rolled out of the truck and got to fighting at the intersection. We didn’t think much of it, that was everyday for us. But later at the rodeo, someone overheard fans in the stands talking about the cowboys saying they were plum crazy fighting in the ditch on the way to the rodeo.
There isn’t anything Wes loved much more than playing tricks on people and he was downright mean! One time Bearman was just minding his own business sitting on a fence watching the calf roping when Wes snuck up behind him and hooked a metal wire with a burning rag attached to it, in his back belt loop. He jumped down, flailing trying to get it out. Somewhere along the trail Wes came up with the mechanical dog. That was when you would go after someone with a pair of pliers trying to ‘bite’ them. We convinced Mark Roy to do it once and he went after some woman with the pliers and we laughed like hell as he clamped those pliers but he didn’t know how to bark so he just kind of went ‘rrr’. That poor woman thought he was crazy. Ron Scott was the first guy in Canada to have an aluminum trailer. He had a nice 12 footer. No one knows for sure if it was Wes’ idea but we are damn sure he was involved in flipping it on end with the tongue sticking straight up in the air. He never would admit to it.
Gambling was another one of Wes’ hobbies and he loved to play cards but it wasn’t a hobby we shared. He was playing blackjack in Saskatoon and I was wandering around the casino wasting time. He waved me over and told me to sit down. I said, “Wes, I don’t play cards.” He said, “Sit down I guarantee you’ll win.” He had figured out that the dealer coudn’t add and he broke every time. I made about $100 that night and Wes made $500 before they switched the guy out.
I was told all of you want to know why I was named Skinner. Well, of course West was involved. We were skiing in the ditch behind a truck. Wes was driving so we were not going slow. I had little wooden skis on and I was headed towards a snowpile. I turned towards the road and there was about 2 inches of gravel in the middle of the road. My skis caught that, I wrecked and skinned off the top of my nose. Wes’ dad called me Skinny from then on and that’s how I got my nickname.
I could go on with stories forever, but I don’t want to tell too many stories because Lynda has been talking about writing a book and I want you to buy it. You can also pay her to keep your name out of it – she accepted $100 bills and there’ll be no receipts.

Tribute
By Blaine Pederson
Good Afternoon Everyone,
I am very honoured to be speaking here today at Wes’s Tribute.
Thank you Lynda and family for giving me that opportunity!
Wes, was my Mentor. He had a lot to do with my successful rodeo career….
I ran thousands of steers in that little arena, but one thing was different about practicing at Wes and Lynda’s. Wes never let you score any steers, if you backed in the corner, you had to run that steer. Part of the reason was because there was no run back alley, the steers were hard to get in and you had to chase them in on foot.
That was not easy. So you wanted to make good use of every steer you could.
I was lucky to be able to practice with so many good steer wrestlers. Wes was so welcoming and we practiced so much. I spent time roping calves at Mark’s arena and then I would go to Wes’ to steer wrestle. There is a lot of time and dedication that is needed to succeed in a rodeo career and Wes gave me that opportunity with countless practice sessions we had there, night after night and year after year. After every practice session, Wes wanted me to come in for a drink and a game of cards….more times then not, it was always more than one drink!
Wes always taught me to treat every run, like a rodeo run and make use of every steer. And not to run fifteen steers a night because I drove so far to get there, just make six runs, catch them and throw them down and never give up.
Wes was so dedicated to that arena!!
As my rodeo career went on and I was able to build my own arena, the trips to Wes and Lynda’s became less and less. But that never stopped Wes from still believing in me and encouraging me to keep going and pushing hard with my rodeo career.
I won my second Canadian Steer Wrestling title riding Wes’s great horse, Twist. I wish I could’ve rode him in Vegas at the NFR, but unfortunately by then, he was retired. But Wes and Lynda were always in Vegas to cheer me on, their support was endless and meant so much to me over the years!!
Leon and I had so much fun travelling with Wes and Lynda, there was never a dull moment! Skinner and I were always picking at each other and then the wrestling would start. Many a times, Wes would stop the the truck and tell us to get the hell out and finish the fight in the ditch. I always got the best of Skinner J
I do recall going to Rocky Mountain House rodeo with Wes, Skinner, Leon, Wilkinson and myself. Skinner was driving, he was just going to turn off on Hwy. 2 exit to Rocky and I reached over, turned the truck off and pulled out the keys! Of course the steering wheel locked and Skinner began hollering at me to give the keys back. He was panicking!! We were on the curve and the outfit was getting closer to the ditch, with no steering and Skinner frantic. I put the keys back in but he had such a death grip on the wheel that it wouldn’t unlock, he finally loosened off, it unlocked and he got the truck straightened out and headed in the right direction. He was pretty mad at me and not sure what I was thinking by doing that.
That same trip, Wilkinson and Wes got to arguing in the truck and wrestling, so we stopped the truck and told them to get the hell out this time and finish the wrestling match in the ditch. There was tons of traffic that drove by slowly to see what the heck was going on. The next weekend we were at a rodeo and I overheard some fans talking about seeing two cowboys wrestling in the ditch, the little stout chunky one was getting the best of the bigger cowboys. Ha ha.
Another time at the Regina Rodeo, Wes, Skinner, Leon, Dale and I had competed and we were walking back to the outfit to head home. We came across Scotty’s brand new aluminum horse trailer. We decided to tip it on its end because it was only a two horse. The tack room would be straight up in the air, and he’d need a ladder to get his saddles out!
We laughed about that all the way home; never did hear the outcome. But I’m pretty sure that was Wes’ idea, he was known to be a bit of a prankster!!
Wes and Lynda were so good to me and Yvonne, Jamie-Lee and Candice. For many years we hosted the Todd Boggust Memorial Jackpot at our arena. Wes and Lynda were so good to come every year and help us out. Wes always tied the barrier and watched the line. Lynda did all the paperwork, timing and all the payout. We were and are so grateful and so appreciative of their help and their never ending friendship over the years!! Thank you so much!!
But I guess I better wrap this up….
There are so many good stories to tell, so many good times and so many good memories over the years!!
See you down the road, Wes!!

Tribute
By Ty Miller
We are here today to say goodbye to an amazing Husband, Father, Boppi, Uncle and mentor. He was to many of us a friend and an inspiration. I would like to say a few words for Wes today as my personal tribute.
When I was asked to speak on behalf of my generation of steer wrestlers, one word came to mind….. Opportunity. A set of circumstances that makes it possible for advancement or success. Wes did just that for so many of us in this room today. Wes’ indoor building began giving the opportunity for success for hall of famers, world champions, Canadian champions, countless NFR qualifiers and CFR qualifiers. He gave the opportunity for his two sons, Darren the 1993 Canadian Champion Calf Roper and BJ 1999 Canadian Champion Steer Wrestler to become two respected competitors, cowboys and people. With so many of the greats in our sport getting their opportunity through Wes, either a mount on Twist or to come learn the kraft in his arena, he has without a doubt earned his spot in the Hall of Fame.
My first opportunity came in his old arena as well….. My Dad (the money man) and I headed out to try a calf horse that Darren had for sale. We headed south of Cadogan to Sounding Lake, which felt like it took forever driving into the middle of nowhere, and finally pulled into that old tunnel. It would be the only time I roped in there, but it was easy to feel and sense the history of that old building…. I’d love if those walls could talk…….
That was all it took, I was hooked. Darren was just finishing up an indoor building of his own just North of the house. I had the opportunity to take his calf roping school and SW schools. For myself, not coming from a rodeo family or background, I was nervous……. and scared….. There’s no other sport where when you start out, do you get to share the floor with the best, I didn’t know what to expect and that’s intimidating…… But those nerves and fears I was able to quickly overcome, thanks to Wes and Lynda’s ability to make everyone and anyone feel welcome….. and feel like they belong. It was easy to see that Wes gave everyone a chance…. And he passed that along to his entire family. These small gestures lead me down a path to which I am forever grateful. Many, many, many late nights upstairs where Wes would pull out the poker chips and be sitting patiently, waiting for everyone to sit down and play cards. This is where I also got introduced to Ralphy… or Wade Pickerell, an old dogger himself. I must have left a small impression at this time with BJ because Wade wasn’t taking too kindly to Rowdy and I’s table talk and figured he was going to put an end to it and stood up to do so until BJ told him to sit down…. which I am grateful for Bullett.
Janna, Toni and Jaclyn… it was easy to see how proud he was of you three. He always had that big grin whenever his girls were around. When Garrett and Blake got started Wes never missed a practice. He was proud of his grandchildren.
I’d spend weeks at Furlys where we would run steers and rope, help was never too far away. Wes would come and open the chute when needed or just sit upstairs and look out his window beside the bulldoggin box and watch. We’d come upstairs for coffee and always be greeted with his big smile…. chuckles at some wrecks…. and he always would take interest in what horse you were riding.
Over the last couple years, Wes’s appearances at the arena became less and less….. I believe this affected us for two reasons……One we missed Wes’ company…. Two Skinner was now no longer sitting upstairs with Wes behind glass and found himself in the arena which became much louder for the rest of us.
Wes was also a big supporter of our Business and I will miss sending pictures to BJ of Wes at the shop…. Spending his inheritance. I will definitely miss the visits around the coffee pot. He did get a little grumpier later on, not understanding why driving over giant rocks wasn’t covered under warranty…. But a couple free oil changes and he settled down.
Opportunity…….. I will be forever grateful to the entire Zieffle family for giving me one.

THANK YOU FROM THE FAMILY
The family of Wes Zieffle would like to express our heartfelt gratitude for the support during the past few weeks. We would like to thank all the friends, family and neighbours for the visits, phone calls, texts and thank you to everyone who reached out through social media.
We always knew our dad was a great guy and we certainly looked up to him but, in the days since his passing, we have come to see how respected and liked he was by so many other people. We are so proud of the man he was and the impact he left on everyone who knew him. We are grateful and humbled by the outpouring of condolences.
A special thank you to the doctors, nursing staff and support staff at the Provost Hospital and the Consort Extended Care for their amazing care.
A huge thank you to Patrick Cassidy for leading the celebration of life and delivering the eulogy.
Thank you to Garrett Zieffle for delivering the cowboys prayer.
Thank you to Toni Pickerell, Jorge Butterwick, Ken Guenthner, Blaine Pederson and Ty Miller for sharing their memories and stories.
Thank you to family and friends for organising the luncheon following the service.

Quinten Tyler Golby
Aug. 12, 1999 – Mar. 13, 2024

Quinten was born on August 12, 1999 at St. Mary’s Hospital Camrose, Alberta. He attended Gr. K – 9 Brownfield Community School, 10 – 12 Coronation Highschool and went on to Lethbridge College.
Quinten had many hobbies: Reptiles, goat 4H, and Comicon, Baseball and Basketball.
Quinten was a remarkable young soul who left a lasting mark on all who knew him. Quinten was a young man of passion and conviction, with a heart as vast as the prairie sky and a spirit as lively as the creatures he so adored.- lizards. His fascination with these scaled wonders was not merely a passing fancy but a testament to his profound curiosity and love for the natural world.
Quinten was not one to shy away from expressing his opinions. Whether engaged in a lively debate or fervently defending his beliefs, he approached every interaction with unwavering determination and boundless enthusiasm. His tenacity was matched only by his infectious zeal, igniting spirited discussions that often left us both enlightened and entertained.
Beyond his love for lizards and spirited debates, Quinten possessed a kindness that touched the lives of those around him. He had a knack for finding beauty in the simplest of things and a generosity of spirit that knew no bounds. His laughter echoed like a melody through the halls of our hearts, leaving behind cherished memories that we will hold dear forever.
Though Quinten’s time with us was tragically brief, the impact he made will endure for a lifetime. As we bid farewell to Quinten, let us take solace in the knowledge that his spirit lives on in the hearts of all who knew him. May his love for lizards, his unwavering conviction, and his boundless kindness serve as guiding lights in our lives, reminding us to embrace our passions, stand firm in our beliefs, and always approach each day with the same fervent joy that Quinten so effortlessly embodied.
Rest in peace, dear Quinten. You will be dearly missed, but never forgotten.
Quinten is survived by his parents Tracey and Wade Golby; his grandparents Clarence and Donna Golby and Don and Linda Maron; brother Evan Golby; aunts and uncles – Lyle and Delayne Golby and their children Jenna (Hunter Baldwin), Adam and Logan: Brad Golby and his children Tarisa (Kolby Wittmack) and son Kylan, Ashley (Jaycee Hendry) and son Noah, Justin (Madison Nichols) and their mother Dana Golby: Tina and Dale Tuchscherer and children Justin (Avrianna Hebert) and Daina (Tyler Clemence), Terry (Pauline) Maron and children Hope, Isaac and Adison; numerous other relatives and many friends.
He was predeceased by great uncles and aunts – Edward and Annette Golby, Don and Laura Fawcett.
A Celebration of Life for Quinten was held at the Brownfield Recreation Centre, Brownfield, Alberta on March 22, 2024, at 1 p.m.
Memorial donations in memory of Quinten may be sent directly to the Canine Love Dog Rescue Society, 16158 Twp Rd 464, Daysland, AB., T0B 1A0 or a charity of your choice.
Condolences may be forwarded to the Golby family by visiting www.parkviewfuneralchapels.com
Parkview Funeral Chapels & Crematorium of Coronation, were entrusted with the care and funeral arrangements.

Mervin Roger Sims
Nov. 17, 1944 – April 4, 2024

Mervin Roger Sims, known fondly as Roger, passed away peacefully at Pilgrims Hospice in Edmonton, leaving behind a lifetime of cherished memories and an enduring legacy of love. Born in Consort, Alberta to parents Lee and Grace Sims of Veteran, Roger touched countless hearts with his generosity, humour, and unwavering spirit throughout his life.
Growing up in the tight-knit village of Veteran, Roger forged lifelong friendships and cherished memories while playing hockey, ball, pool, and the occasional game of hooky. His childhood experiences instilled in him a strong work ethic and a passion for community involvement.
Roger’s love story began when he met the love of his life, Carol Elizabeth Craig. Together, they embarked on a journey filled with laughter, adventure, and deep companionship, celebrating nearly 60 years of marriage. Their bond was the cornerstone of their family, and Roger took immense pride in being father to Craig (Marianne) Sims, Barbara (Scott) McKee, and Leland (Karen) Sims. The softer, loving side of Roger was on full display when he was around his treasured grandchildren Madison and Coleman McKee, Marina and Jack Sims and their mom Christine Whalen, and Lauryn, Audrey and Grace Sims.
Roger’s entrepreneurial spirit led him down various paths, from farming grain and cattle to venturing into construction and manufacturing. His dedication to his work was matched only by his passion for serving others. Roger was a pillar of his community, dedicating his time and energy to causes close to his heart. As a Charter Member of the Veteran Lions Club and a 40+ year member of the St. Albert Breakfast Lions, he embodied the Lions’ motto of “We Serve” in everything he did. Roger also generously dedicated his time to the St. Albert Food Bank, the Refugee Committee of St. Albert, the RV Condo Association as well as several campaigns for municipal and provincial politics.
Roger loved the outdoors. Hunting with his friends in the Big Country was a favourite pastime. He was an avid golfer and fisherman and enjoyed time spent camping around the fire. Not many could best him in cribbage, although daily games with Carol did leave him skunked more times than he’d like to admit.
Roger and Carol’s love for travel took them to far-flung lands, creating unforgettable memories. From exploring the vibrant streets of Europe to basking in the sun-kissed beaches of Grenada with their beloved Baptiste family, every adventure was a testament to their love and shared interest in exploring new vistas. Friendships were forged, and old friendships renewed in Rio Bend, El Centro, California as he and Carol embraced a snowbird lifestyle from 2002-2017, often hosting friends and family in their spot in the sun. In his final years, Roger loved retreating to Pineridge Golf & RV Resort, where he and Carol welcomed visitors with open arms, creating cherished memories that will endure for generations to come.
Roger was predeceased by his parents, Lee and Grace and nephew Jamie Auten. He is survived by his wife, children, grandchildren and sister Jeryl (Darryl), nieces Catherine, Lee and Elizabeth, nephew Lincoln and sister in law Phyllis Craig, along with a host of relatives and friends who will carry his memory in their hearts forever.
Roger can now rest easily as his legacy of love, hard work, and community spirit will be remembered fondly by all those who knew him. May his dedication to family, friends, and making a difference in community inspire us all.
A Celebration of Roger’s life will be held on Monday, April 29th at 2:00 p.m., in St. Albert Funeral Home, 9 Muir Drive, St. Albert, where family and friends will gather to honour his memory and share stories of love and laughter.
In lieu of flowers, the family kindly requests that donations be made to the St. Albert Food Bank or Pilgrims Hospice in Roger’s honour.
To send condolences, please visit www.connelly-mckinley.com