Arthur Henry Day
November 23, 1933 to March 1, 2018
Arthur Henry Day was born November 23, 1933 In North Battleford, Saskatchewan. He lived at home with his family for a while before moving into a hospital in Weyburn, Saskatchewan. His family remembers he was always smiling. In 1947 he moved to Valley View Centre in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, where he resided most of his life. He worked in the laundry department keeping it orderly and folding clothes.
Arthur moved to Maidstone in August 1990. He was one of our first clients, and we used his name “Day” when naming our Activity Centre; NewDay Centre.
Arthur has been a valued member of the community from the day he arrived. No one he met could resist his smile. He was always happy to meet new people and shake their hands. He enjoyed going to events in the community where he made even more friends. Arthur liked to watch people. His favorite spot was in a chair by the window in order to see what was going on in his neighborhood.
Arthur really liked animals. Because of this, he volunteered to walk the neighbor’s dog one summer. He looked very proud as he held the leash and took the dog for a walk.
Arthur enjoyed many exciting vacations. He went to the Fantasyland Hotel in Edmonton and took in a dinner theatre. He also went on a train ride where he held up the robbers with their gun. He enjoyed going on picnics in the summer with his house mates and neighbors. Another event that Arthur enjoyed was going to an Edmonton Eskimo vs. Saskatchewan Roughriders football game in Edmonton.
He was always possessive of what he perceived to be his property and would “voice” his displeasure when someone had his “things.”
Arthur was an avid collector. He kept his collections in his room. Sometimes he was so taken with an item that he might not realize that it belonged to someone else and would take it to his room. You never knew what you might find in his drawers when straightening them… sometimes others’ pants, socks, panties, bras, whatever he thought he should have.
As he aged, he became less active, but he still liked to keep things neat and picked up after his room mates.
Arthur left us March 1, 2018 at the age of 84 years.
Norman Orville Moore
October 25, 1921 to February 25, 2018
Norman Orville Moore was born October 25, 1921, and passed away February 20, 2018.
Norman was born on October 25, 1921 to Alvin and Millie (Weinhandl) Moore in the Lloydminster Hospital. They brought him home to the farm overlooking the North Saskatchewan River, and this is where he grew up. He took all of his schooling at Deer Creek River Junction School. As a lad he was a member of the Deer Creek Grain Club and a few years later he became a member of the Frenchman Butte Baby Beef Club. Norman farmed with his father and brother, Bill, and later with his family.
On August 30, 1946 Norman married Doris Bullen. They lived on the farm until they turned it over to their boys in 1973. He and Doris moved to Paradise Hill where they both became very involved in the community. Norman’s family was involved in the St. Walburg and District Agricultural Society for many years with Norman being president from 1963-1965. Norman and Doris shared a “Community Service Award” from the RM of Frenchman Butte. They helped with the history book, raising money for the tennis court, and the Museum in Frenchman Butte. In 1989 Norman drove truck following cyclists on a local fundraiser expedition with “the Robson Hill Bike Trip”. Norman and Doris moved into the Paradise Hill Care Home in 2008, where he resided until his passing.
DAVE: We are here to celebrate the life of Norman Orville Moore. For the three of us, we were blessed to call him father-in-law and grandpa; we are truly honoured to be standing here today. Norman’s journey through life was a remarkable one, not many people enrich others’ lives right up until their last days-Norman did just that. He continued to engage, excite, and enthuse people through to the end of his life. He gave back to those around him through his wit and humour. He was our family’s steadfast cheerleader. Through the years he continued to help on the farm. He particularly looked forward to rounding up the cattle in the pasture to bring them home each year. He never shied away from a challenge like shimmying up the auger when the ladder was forgotten. It’s too bad he lost the crotch of his pants about half-way back down! Arthur recalls an incident with a broken manure spreader just last fall that found Norman covered in manure and running for the house before anyone could see him completely brown. The story got out faster than he thought it would as the next morning at the breakfast table in the care home he was busted with an ear still full of manure!
Norman was 12 years old when the Holy Trinity “Little Stone” Church was built and he helped build it along with his horse, Major. He was the Rector’s Warden for many years and received the Order of Saskatchewan in 2002. In 2006, he got a group together to reinsulate and redo the inside of the church. Norman is quoted in a book on the Stone Buildings of Saskatchewan as saying, “I want to get it done before I go. It’s going to stand here a long time.” He took great pride in the church and the work his family had put in, he spent hours keeping up the church grounds, painting, and shovelling snow and would warm up the church before Sunday services. Last year, on a garden tour of the church, as he sat outside on his chair, a woman asked where all of the stones came from and he said without pause and a wink, “we had them imported!” He was always quick with his wit.
Norman was active in 4H for many years, first as a member winning grand champion in his first year and going on to Saskatoon for the interclub competition. Then he was involved as a leader of the Deer Creek 4H Beef Club from 1956-1968. And finally as a parent. He was proud to have all of his children, many of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren become involved in 4H. He attended countless achievement days and events. More recently, Norman was pleased that it was a 4H grant, along with his personal donation, that made the accessible jetted tub at the Care Home a reality. He enjoyed a particularly memorable bubble bath not long ago.
There were many adventures over the years. Trips to Hawaii, Europe, Alaska, and Eastern Canada. He loved the various wagon treks he was part of including trips along the Carlton Trail that spanned a number of years and went from Rabbit Lake, Saskatchewan all the way to St. Paul, Alberta and a trek from Saskatoon to Lloydminster with Jean and Claus Young. He was Trail Boss for a couple of these. He loved the experiences and spending time with the family and friends he travelled with. Just recently, Norman recalled a trip on the Churchill River where the rapids were a bit larger than he had expected. When they came to shore at the end of the day, Norman recalled the cook taking one look at his face and handing him a roll of toilet paper.
Trips to the mountains on horseback were always an adventure. I remember 10 days of just plain fun with Albert Chelowa, and Norman and George Preece. You knew in a pinch you could rely on him, on one particular trip we only made it halfway up a steep hill in the truck. When the truck stopped, he jumped out and put a rock behind the tire so the truck didn’t slide back down. He quickly unloaded the horses and led them to the top of the hill, so I could back down and try again.
He took pleasure in a great many things, but I think it is safe to say that one of his favorites was food. He had a great ability to heap his plate and not spill a thing. You didn’t bother him when he was eating and he loved every bite. I remember when the boys were working away from home and I was helping Norman with the chores in the morning, once inside we would sit down with a hot toddy of lemon gin and water, followed by a bowl of rice krispies with thick cow’s cream on it. Once he was done both, he was ready for breakfast! I remember as he would go by with his heaping plate Doris could be heard saying “Good God man, where are you putting it all?” His grandchildren knew if you stuck with Grandpa you would always find a meal. Some of his grandchildren have picked up his habit of eating jam with a spoon-and a little toast on the side! The other love that was given to them from Norman and Doris was the love of ice cream. Days before his passing when he hadn’t had an appetite in days, his eyes just lit up when he heard there was ice cream in the freezer.
SHERRI: Grandpa loved his wife, Doris, our Grannie, very dearly. He spent many years keeping busy helping Grannie with different projects. You could find him in the garden, helping with the quilting projects the two of them worked on for their children, sitting holding her yarn as she made countless items for their grandchildren and great-grandchildren, or just simply running to get her something she was looking for or needed. They worked together to make cradles for their granddaughters’ dolls and grandpa made different contraptions to make berry picking easier for both of them. They bowled together until Grannie just couldn’t do it anymore, but he kept on going.
One of Grandpa’s favourite pastimes was fishing. He could be out on the lake all day and never get a bite but still thought it was a good day! As grandchildren we could count on Grandpa rolling us out early on overnights at the cabin – partly because he wanted to fish and partly because he wanted us all to escape before Grannie’s to do list got started! He also enjoyed the hours of pulling great-grandchildren behind his boat on the tube. Some of the kids’ best memories are with Grandpa at Peck Lake or, for his great-grandchildren seeing his Halloween costumes each year.
Humour was always a huge part of Grandpa’s character and what a way to be remembered – through laughter. He had the ability to tell a story like no other, with his hand reaching and pulling words from the air. When discussing his missing thumb in the last number of days the stories he had told his grandchildren and great-grandchildren varied from telling Laynie that a cow sucked it off, Hannah got told a fish bit it off, and Kash got told that Grandpa sucked it so much when he was little that it fell off. I am sure if you ask other grandchildren you’ll hear even more versions! For those of you who don’t know how it was actually lost, we turn to Uncle Loran’s memories to find the real story of an accident with a square baler. Uncle Loran and Uncle Barry knew it was bad when Grandpa took off his glove and what was there did not really look like a thumb anymore. Uncle Loran recalls Grandpa putting his glove back on, sitting down and waiting for Barry to come with the ton truck loaded with bales to take him to the hospital. Grandpa just sat there and drank water – calm, cool and collected.
Grandpa was a prankster and loved a good trick. Last Christmas he was excited to get a new whoopie cushion as his had gone flat from use. He got himself into trouble a couple of years ago with his pranks on April Fool’s day when he decided to lay down in front of the care home and not move. When the staff came running he looked up and said “I have fallen and I can’t get up – April Fools!”
Many of the stories that have been shared over the last number of days have been around Grandpa creating chaos with his grandchildren and the stories ending with Grannie yelling, “NORMAN!” One particular story was from a trip to the cabin at Peck Lake. Grannie was trying to sweep up. The kids were throwing a ball around the room and Grannie called out to grandpa to get them to stop. While she was bent down to fill the dustpan, Grandpa threw the ball and hit Grannie in the behind. Again that story ends with a “NORMAN MOORE” and then everyone running for the door – including Grandpa.
Even in his last days laughter was so important, just a week before his passing some of us granddaughters, his 40 year old granddaughters, decided he needed tattoos if he was going to sit around with no shirt on. The laughter and giggling coming from the room that night must have kept some of the other residents up, but Grandpa was laughing just as hard as us girls. He told us that if anyone asked he was going to say that it happened while he was asleep. He told mom, Deloris, the next day – if you can’t laugh what is the point?!
Apparently his sons also took after his love of mischief as Deloris recounts how they would wait for mom and dad to lay down for a nap then hurry out to race the horses. However swearing is not something any of us got from him with his harshest words being Judas Priest!
His love of laughter can be seen running through many of us in the family – We enjoy life because of him. He was the epitome of the adage “work hard and play harder”.
TWILA: Simply – he was a kid at heart. At family functions, Grandpa could be found playing with the children instead of visiting with the adults. Now, that playing was not always for the faint of heart, as playing games with Grandpa was an event. He was competitive and it was not in his nature to let anyone win regardless of their age or experience. No one can be certain but there have been rumours that cheating helped to keep his winning streaks alive. Winning or losing it was loud and fun and you just couldn’t wait for it to start again. PERHAPS this attitude and spirit was why he got to be 96 and up until the last couple of months, so healthy. He rode a horse for the last time at 92 and had his driver’s license until he was 95. He probably would have had it until he passed but he wanted to save some money and not keep it valid over the winter months as he only drove in the summer. That backfired on him when he found out he would have to take the test over to renew it, so his driving came to an end.
In 2008, when Grannie needed the support of the Care Home he lasted less than a month at home before missing her and moving in too. Grandpa appreciated the care he received and cherished his relationships with staff and residents. He truly felt that in the past 9 years he had been blessed with an additional family and felt like the care home was his home. As a family we cannot express enough our gratitude to the care home and home care workers who Grandpa was fortunate to call his friends and often referred to as ‘the girls’. Alas, Grandpa missed his wife who passed away in 2011, and was ready to be with her again, recently saying it had been too long.
Some of you will have had the opportunity to attend one of Grandpa’s many birthday parties. What you may not know is that he planned every event just as he planned this Celebration of Life today - right down to the band! He loved tapping his toe along with the music. I am sure this brought back fond memories of the many, many dances he and Grannie attended through the years.
The saying goes that “everybody dies but not everybody truly lives”. Grandpa truly lived all of his 96 years. His journey has been a full and rich one. The proof of this incredible journey is the strong legacy he leaves behind – his children: Deloris, Arthur, Barry and Loran, his 17 grandchildren, his 36 great-grandchildren, and one great-great-grandchild. As well as his daughters and sons-in-law, his sister, Ethel, and his many nieces and nephews. This was his family and he was so incredibly proud of each one of us. He taught us all the importance of family, the value of hard work, the importance of lending a hand, and above all else the importance of laughing and enjoying each other’s company. He nurtured his children, who now in turn nurture their own children with these same values – and so his legacy lives on. Strong, solid and unbreakable. If there is a way you can ever really live forever, it’s through those you leave behind.
From our grandparents, we learn where we come from, we learn our history, and we learn who we are. Both our Grandparents made sure we knew our history and helped to define who we are. Grandpa knew where he came from and reminded us just days before his passing. Surrounded by a few of his family members, Grandpa gathered us to his bed to ask us to sing. The song that he requested can be found on the back of your funeral card, the hymn is “Shall We Gather at The River”. The song was sung and he sang right along with us – his toes just a-tapping. When we finished he explained the song’s significance – he was raised and grew up on the river, we will gather near the river to bury him and when we get to the other side we will gather at the river again. He told us we were to play the hymn at his funeral and with an arm circling in the air he said, “It is for everyone to sing.”
Thank you for joining us here today to honour a remarkable man. What makes a man remarkable? It’s his character and the way he treats people. It’s his sense of loyalty, and the way he’s there for loved ones. It’s his generous heart. It’s more than what he does, it’s who he is. And so summarizes the life of Norman Orville Moore. A remarkable husband, father, and grandfather. A remarkable man. Rest in peace dear Grandpa.
Norman is predeceased by: his wife, Doris Moore; his parents, Alvin and Millie (Weinhandl) Moore; his brothers, Alvin and Bill; his sister, Edna Pepper; his son, Rodney; his daughter, Dianne Crittall; his grandson, Paul Jr. Husch; his granddaughter, Cheryl Husch; and his great-grandson, Tanner Husch.
He leaves to mourn his passing: his children, Deloris (Paul) Husch of St. Walburg, Arthur (Kathy) Moore of Frenchman Butte, Barry (Irene) Moore of Paradise Hill, and Loran (Shelley) Moore of Frenchman Butte; his son-in-law, Dave (Sheila) Crittall of Paradise Hill; his 17 grandchildren, his 36 great-grandchildren, his great-great-grandchild; and his sister, Ethel Rosing of Edmonton, AB.
The Funeral Service for Norman was conducted from the Paradise Hill Community Centre on March 1, 2018. Interment will take place at a later date in the Deer Creek Holy Trinity Cemetery. Reverend Canon Don Skinner was the officiant; and Sherri Husch-Foote, Twila Moore and Dave Crittall delivered the eulogy. Brendon Husch and all of Norman’s Grandchildren, Great-Grandchildren, and Great-Great Grandchildren were the urn bearers. Dean Moore, Kelly Husch, Brent Crittall, Rhonda Tessmer, Shane Colliou, Dennis Weinhandl, and Ken Rutherford were the ushers.
CARD OF THANKS
The family of Norman Moore would like to thank all of our family and friends for their support and caring during this difficult time. A special thank you to the Paradise Hill Care Home and Staff for the nine plus years of care, and the Riverside Health Complex Palliative Care Unit for the compassionate and considerate care provided. Thank you to the Fort Pitt Farms Christian Community Choir, the Maier’s band, the Paradise Hill 4H Multi-Club, Adam Fink, Riley for the slide show, Reverend Canon Don Skinner for the service, and to those that were the ushers. Thank you to Sherri, Twila and Dave for the eulogy, Karen for the words on behalf of the Care Home, to the urn bearers and to Marshall’s Funeral Home for the care and compassion. To all those who donated to the Paradise Hill Care Home or to the charity of your choice, sent flowers, food and fellowship, your thoughtfulness will never be forgotten.
Randy Krysta passed away in Boyle, Alberta on February 20, 2018 at the age of 48.
Randy will be forever loved and missed by his parents, Ken and Iris, his siblings Doreen, Duane and Dale, and his four children.
Thanks to our many friends and family that have been there for us for the support at this sad time. No funeral service will be held.
Eileen Winnifred Awcock
Eileen Winnifred passed away at Pioneer House, Lloydminster, Alberta on Saturday, February 10, 2018 at the age of 104 years.
Eileen is survived by: her son, Gerald (Veronica) Awcock, their children, Mark (Carmen) Awcock, Graham (Lucy) Awcock, and Daniel Awcock and her daughter, Jill Lakins and her children, Jon (Valerie Weaver) Lakins, Joanna (Barry) Russell and their son Luke (Karuna) Russell and daughter Kavira, Andrew (Elizabeth Bedard) Lakins
Eileen was predeceased by: her husband, Cecil Awcock; her parents, George and Beatrice Ling;
son-in-law, Dr. John Lakins.
The memorial service for Eileen was conducted from McCaw Funeral Chapel, Lloydminster, Alberta on Monday, February 26, 2018 at 11:00 am with Reverend Gary Stobbs officiating.
The eulogy was given by Joanna Russell.
The organist was Pat Skinner and the hymns were “Immortal and Invisible,” “Fight the Good Fight” and “Abide With Love.”
Donations in memory of Eileen may be made to the Pioneer House.
McCaw Funeral Service Ltd. of Lloydminster, Alberta administered the funeral arrangements.
Card of Thanks
The family of the late Eileen Awcock wishes to thank all who were of support during our recent bereavement. We thank the doctors and nurses at the Lloydminster Hospital who provided attention and care to Eileen during her stay. Thank you to the Home Care nurses who tended to Eileen’s well-being.
Thank you to Reverend Gary Stobbs for officiating at Eileen’s Memorial Service and to Pat Skinner for providing music at the service. A note of thanks goes out to Joanna Russell for her words of remembrance.
Thank you to the staff at the Legacy Centre for providing the lunch after the service.
To all those who sent messages of sympathy, floral tributes, who brought food to our home, for the phone calls and visits and for donations made in Eileen’s memory, we thank you. Your acts of kindness will not be forgotten.
August 28, 1929 to February 25, 2018
Alex Isfan passed away peacefully at Newport Harbour Care Centre, Calgary, Alberta on February 25, 2018.
He was born to Tudor and Ana at his parents’ farm near Dysart, Saskatchewan.
He leaves to mourn his wife, Rosemary, his two children, Douglas (Myrna) and Jean, two grandchildren, Kelsey and Kyle, and five stepchildren and their families.
A gathering of Friends was held at Evanston Grande Village in Calgary, Alberta where he lived for several years.
Special thanks to the staff at Newport Harbour and Pierson’s Funeral Home for their exceptional care.
A memorial service will be held during a family reunion in July.