Schlaf Gut Opa,
We'll miss you.
Lothar was predeceased by his wife, Brigitte in 1996.
He will be lovingly remembered by his children, Gerald (Melanie) Triebel, Roland (Debbie) Triebel, and Vera (Kevin) Lorenscheit; grandchildren, Andrew, Brandon, Caitlyn, and Ethan Triebel, Sherida, Celina, and Chelsey Lorenscheit; and by his sister, Hannelore (Theo) Schöps.
Funeral Arrangements were entrusted to Bergeron Funeral Services & Crematorium Ltd., Dawson Creek, British Columbia.
Mabel Hambler a resident of Horselake, Alberta formerly of Dawson Creek, B.C. passed away on May 23rd, 2002 at Grande Prairie, Alberta. A funeral service was held on Wednesday, May 29th, at 2:00 pm from Notre Dame Catholic Church in Dawson Creek, Father, Chris Lynch officiated, interment followed in the Dawson Creek, City Cemetery.
Family and friends gathered on May 29th to rejoice the life of:
NOOKOOOM, DANCEKATAIPAN, NAMAMA, KNEESOOGOUSH,
NAMAMAASIS, KNEEWCHHWAGON. MOTHER, GREAT GRANDMOTHER,
DAUGHTER, SISTER, MOTHER-IN-LAW, AUNTIE, FRIEND, GRANDMOTHER, MABEL HAMBLER.
I HAVE THE HONOUR TO SPEAK HERE ON YOUR BEHALF AND ON BEHALF OF THE FAMILY.
Nookoom was born February 25, 1919 in Calliou Lake, Alberta. At the age of seven she started school at the Sturgeon Lake Mission Residential School, then at the age of eight she went to the Joussard mission. When she turned ten, she attended School at Kelly Lake British Columbia. At the age of fourteen she was placed in the Grouard Residential School in Alberta. After thirteen years in the mission school system she was released in the late 30’s. Shortly after that she met MOOSUM, George Hambler and they began their legacy and life together. Mainly in the Treaty Eight Territory of Alberta and BC.
Like most of you I too felt helpless when we came to grandmas bedside, to say our final good bye to her on May 23/2002. When we heard the tragic & terrible news that she was in a car accident we all began to descend to the Grande Prairie Queen Elizabeth Hospital. Those who were unable to be there were in contact with us at the hospital, their love and support for grandma was passed on, as we held a bedside vigil for her final hours.
The nurses and Doctors working in the Intensive Care Unit were so supportive and maintained excellent communications with us on the status and condition of Grandma. They provided her with the best professional medical care available. They ensured she was as comfortable as they were able to make her. They mentioned many times on the size of our family and the love we had. We all waited together waited outside the ICU in the halls and family rooms for another turn to sit at grandmas bedside touching her letting her know we were there and how much we loved her… The nurses saw the difference made on Grandma through our LOVE for our Grandmother, Mother, while at her bedside.
I for one felt the tremendous appreciation to have said good-bye and how much I loved her, not often we have that chance to (like when we lost my late mother). All who were at Grandmas bedside were ONE with the love we all had!
When I think of Granny Chick (as some of us still called her) I think of her smile and laughter and humor, her unconditional love that came from her soft heart and her healing hands. Grandma was the very essence of compassion, of honor, of respect, of style, of beauty, of values. She was a Traditional Women in my eyes, she the gift of healing and providing for her children, and their children.
Grandma depended on the moose for food and the hide for clothing and or income. She loved making dry meat, going on hunts, some years were better then others. Grandma also enjoyed making her hides I remember watching her and sometimes helped her with getting water, making fire etc from each stage she transformed the raw moose hide into a golden soft blanket that had a strong aroma of the smoke, the whole house smelled like that for days. It’s also the moose that took our grandmother from us so tragically…
Grandma had many favorite pastimes that she enjoyed and shared with all of us, like cooking she was the best bannock maker, she enjoyed reading, making quilts, knitting, talking about our dreams we had. Of course she loved her BINGO and casino. Grandma and Grandpa George spent many quality hours with relatives, and friends in bingo halls.
They also travelled together to far away places first on horse drawn wagons, saddled horses, then in cars, trucks, trains and planes. Grandpa George was a successful Trapper, hunter, and guide, grandpa also a gifted healer. Nookoom and Moosum had a lot in common that enriched their lives and their children and communities. Moosum passed away in 1983 and laid to rest here at Dawson Creek Cemetery.
George & Mabel Hambler had fourteen children seven girls and seven boys:
SONS: Pat (Annette) Creston BC, Gardner (Charlotte Robertson) Horse Lake AB, Alvin (Deborah) Calgary, AB, Les (Laura Alook) Horse Lake AB, Rick Dawson Creek BC.
DAUGHTERS: Alvina (Kenny Napoleon) Dawson Creek BC, Doreen (Peter Joachim) Horse Lake AB, Gloria Lambert Horse Lake AB, Kathy (Hank Rashski).
SON-IN-LAWS: Punchy (Gladys ) Whitehead, Joe (Jane ) Horseman, Georgina Campbell.
EXTENDED FAMILY: Doug & Alvina Horseman Horse Lake AB, Jarvis & Sidney Gary Fort St. John BC.
With second, third and fifth generations…
THOSE PREDECEASED: Her Parents: Eva Calliou & Natural Father Adolphus Calliou, Step father Pat Gladue. Her sister Phyllis Whitford, her husband our grandfather Moosum: George Hambler Her daughters: Gladys Whitehead, Jane Horseman, Georgina Campbell. Her sons: Gilbert and infant son.
BEYOND THE GATE OUR LOVED ONE FINDS HAPPINESS AND REST AND THERE IS COMFORT IN THE THOUGHT THAT A LOVING GOD KNOWS BEST.
Grandma experienced a world of change, from horse drawn wagons to jet planes. At the time of her death, she was residing at Horse Lake First Nations in Alberta. Her surroundings were pleasant and had that smell of something good to eat when you walked in. In her room she had many many pictures of her grandchildren birthdays, weddings, great grandchildren. All hung around her own shrine of the Virgin Mother Mary, surrounded with flowers and candles that stood at the bases of her relics with rosaries along with mementoes from the annual pilgrimage to Lac St ANNE. She lived in Horse Lake for about 5 years where she continued her traditional way of life.
Of course Grandma enjoyed travelling and she did a lot it! On her Kitchen wall hung a few hundred spoons from around the world collected by her and by others who also caught the travel bug. Auntie Gloria shared a story with me I would like to tell you. She said one day grandma wanted to hang her spoons and polish them, so they put the racks on the wall and started unwrapping and polishing the spoons from their boxes. As they hung the spoons they swayed back and forth and glimmered in the light grandma said “look at my spoons their so happy to be out of their boxes their dancing” and laughed her hearty laugh we all know!
Grandma spoke her Mother Tongue just as comfortable as she spoke English. When she spoke to me she used both Cree and English, I replied in English and my broken Cree Grandma saw five generations of grandchildren, we would do her so much pride if we maintained our culture our mother tongue she was so proud of being part of!
She was always on the go, going south, north, west, east back and forth from Horse Lake to Dawson Creek and surrounding areas she loved to go out for a drive. I remember one time she said to me “ if only I knew how to drive I would always be on the road”. My Sister June shared a story with me that grandma told her, probably when they were driving to some place…WEKUCHEAT OTAPASOUT, MAGAW OSNEAKSQAWIT!
MISWAY OTAPASOUT AGAW MEETOOS TWAHOT!
She said that this one day she was going to teach herself how to drive in this an empty field, and she started going this way and that way all over the place MISWAY OTAPASOUT, and lost control meetoss twahut, the only tree in the field and she ran in to it! She said she pulled herself together and went to get help, to untangle the horses and the broken wagon from the tree. And started laughing, June said she was laughing as well and when they started talking June said I thought you were talking about driving a car and they laughed again. I think this was her last driving lesson.
Grandma is someone we will never forget; it was her tenderness, her trust and ready acceptance that endeared her to all of! Today is our chance to say “THANK YOU” for the way you have brightened our lives, we were so lucky to have such a classy lady for a grandmother, mother…
She was a gift from the Creator/Gods to my relations, now she is a gift to the Creator/Gods. When ever you feel the sun rays on your shoulders always know that it’s grandma holding you in her special way, keeping you warm. God/Creator please take extra care of my Nookoom up there, Nookoom we all miss you and love you SAGTEEN. You are a ray of sunshine, the way you’ve touched everyone’s lives, keep on shining, all is well!
When you were born you cried and the world rejoiced, now that you have died the world will cry and you will rejoice RIP Nookoom Sagetin.
Arrangements were under the care of Reynars Funeral Chapel and Crematorium Dawson Creek, B.C.
Bruce Bernard Nobbs
Bruce passed away suddenly at home early on Wednesday, May 29th. He leaves behind his loving wife of 40 years, Shirley; his son, Tyler; and daughter Malorie (Ian) with granddaughter Mackenzie.
Bruce moved with his family from Mica Creek in ’76 to Enderby. Bruce spent many years in mining and heavy construction work, while his loves were his family and being a cowboy rancher.
The last 14 years, Bruce had been continuously in and out of pain due to a work related accident. Now finally he can rest in peace with no more pain.
He will be sadly missed by all who knew and loved him.
There was a private remembrance service for close family and friends at Bruce’s home on Sunday, June 2nd at 2 p.m.
Arrangements are in the care of Bowers Funeral Home, Salmon Arm.
Donald Allen Kirschman
Donald Allen Kirschman, passed away on Monday, May 27, 2002 in his 68th year, following a long battle with cancer. A memorial service was held at 2:00 pm on May 30, 2002 at the South Peace United Church, Dawson Creek, with Pastor Gary Henderson officiating. Don’s cremated remains were interred in the Brookside Cemetery, following the service.
Don was born on February 18, 1934 in Galahad, Alberta, one of five children born to Jacob and Magdelana Kirschman. Not long after Don’s birth, the family moved to Donalda, then to Forestburg, where Don’s father worked as a mechanic in a garage for a farm machinery dealership.
Don’s family life was a happy one, with loving parents and a mother who believed in the Lord. She believed that the Lord always walked beside her, never giving up. She seemed to have the strength of many people put together.
Don spent the years from grade 3 to grade 11 in Edmonton, he loved growing up there.
After school, he worked in the garage with his father. When Don was 14 his father was killed in the garage, in spite of the tragedy, Don continued to work there. At 17, he moved to Calgary and worked for White Trucks, then for a short time, worked as a mechanic in Beaverlodge. He moved back to Calgary and got married for the first time in 1955, at 21 years old.
He went on to work for Miller Motors as a Shop Foreman. During that time, he met Bill McCoy, who offered him a job. By 1958, he was sales manager of the trailer division for McCoys. He had a great relationship with them; they were more like friends than employers.
In December of 1958, he moved to Winnipeg, working for Kenworth Trucks. He spent five years in Winnipeg, during which, his first marriage ended. He moved back to Calgary again, working for White Motors Company until 1969, when McCoys asked him to become the Territory Sales Manager for their Dawson Creek and Fort St. John branches. Eventually, he became the co-owner of United Spring & Brake Ltd., and Nor-Tech Welding and Fabricating Inc.
He had originally intended to come to Dawson Creek for 5 years, but it became an extraordinarily long 5 years! In 1975, he met his second wife, Shirley, and they enjoyed a great partnership and marriage.
He loved Dawson Creek and being involved in the community. One of his greatest joys came from helping others.
Don was an avid supporter of the Legion, a past president of the Chamber of Commerce, and of the Rotary Club, he served as city councillor from 1986-1989, and he was named Dawson Creek’s ‘Citizen of the Year’ in 2001. At the BC Liberal annual general meeting, he received the 2000-01 ‘May Brown Award’. As well, Premier Gordon Campbell visited him in the hospital last week.
Diagnosed with liver cancer three years ago, Don was forced to take things a little slower, but he never let it stop him or his love of life. He loved to cook, and on his better days, he loved to travel and socialize in the community.
In closing, here are some parting words from Don:
‘Don’t be sad, rejoice that I have lived a full life.’
‘Remember life will only be what you make of it.’
Don will be lovingly remembered and sadly missed by his wife, Shirley; his children: Cheryl Kirschman, Arlette Drader, Sheila (John) Watt, Brenda (Charles) Neumann, and David (Linda) Kirschman; grandchildren, Brandon, Georgia, Heather, Keith and Shaun; great-grandchildren, Libby and Justice; and sister, Judy (Mike) Mikuska.
Memorial Arrangements were entrusted to Bergeron Funeral Services & Crematorium Ltd., Dawson Creek, British Columbia.
H. Mark Rutledge
In Memory of H. Mark Rutledge.
Family and friends gathered on Saturday May 25th, at 2:00 pm from Bethel Church in Dawson Creek, Reverend, Stan McNutt officiating, interment followed in the Brookside Cemetery.
On May 13, 2002. Mark Rutledge was killed in an accident with his motorbike on the way home from work. We as family and friends pay our respects to Harold Mark Rutledge to embrace one who touched our lives through friendships and family members. Whether our encounter with Mark was only for a few moments, or for a period of many years he always left us with a smile and a feeling of warmth and friendship that stayed with you. He was one who was always honest with his feelings in dealing with himself or expressing them to others and cared very much for how they felt and what they were thinking and these feelings were genuine and real. It can be said most earnestly that one thing Mark enjoyed and cherished above all else was the company of his friends and always looked forward to seeing and hearing from them everyday. Even family members and friends that he had not seen in a while he always asked how they were and what they were doing.
Mark was a loving husband and father and was also known as the "Mad Mechanic"
Mark was born in Hamilton, Ontario to Ruth and the late Harold Rutledge on November 6, 1955. He did his schooling in Ontario and then he came to British Columbia to look for work. In July 1983 he made his home in Dawson Creek.
Mark attended Northern Lights College where he took an air brake course in Oct 1987. At this course is where love began. Mark made his move and made sure that this wonderful lady got to sit beside him in class. Then that is when he approached her and said would you like to go out for coffee and Bea replied coffeeeee. So, Bea the lady that would become the love of his life, said well of course, so away they went. The first big date was on her birthday, his father-in-law was planning a surprise dinner, but she had other plans with a blooming relationship. Just like any father protecting his daughter, said well that is gratitude, that is gratitude for you.
So away she went with her new love.
As time passed Bea made her move and asked Mark to marry her. She wasn’t letting this wonderful man get away. He accepted her and her children as they were.
On July 23, 1988 the wonderful day came when their two hearts became one.
Mark had 5 wonderful children to which he loved very much. Mark loved to play with each and everyone of them. From street hockey to hide and go seek. Until mom would say time to come in. Mark would say, it’s OK we are just having fun. Ski trips played a big role in Mark’s life. It was something that the family all enjoyed together.
Well the time had come that the boys decided to play hockey. So they attended all the games that they could and Mark always would cheer from the bleachers, with encouraging words to say.
As time passed a position in a race car would be a life’s thrill. So away he went and built a car. Family and friends helped to get everything ready for the race days. The car was built and it was painted fluorescent pink, with a big number 43 on the side. With the Tazmanian Devil and the Mad Mechanic painted on the car.
Mark decided to take a race car to Prince George. So his son in law and daughter being 8 months pregnant began their trek to Prince George. Just out of Dawson Creek they were stopped for pulling an illegal load. Danielle was telling the police man off by the time that Mark had arrived with the other tow vehicle. Mark smoothed out the way and the police man left us. We did get to Prince George without further incident. The races were enjoyed by all.
Mark became a grandpa to 5 wonderful grandchildren. The apple of his eye was Kourtney, being the only granddaughter, her nickname for Mark was my fuzzy grandpa.
Mark would not push the others aside either. He loved them all equally.
On the 25th of March, we received a fourth grandson, he was named Brandon after the loss of our son. Mark was so happy that the name has been carried on.
Mark and Bea went to many Elks and Royal Purple functions together. Mark was a very active Elks member, always there to help in anyway he could. His goal was to be the district deputy. Mark was very avid in collecting the tabs off pop cans for the less fortunate kids of Canada. He had everyone collecting them for him that he thought to ask.
Mark had many a story to tell about Marie and the trips that we took to Elks and Royal Purple Conventions.
If Mark would answer the phone and being it was for Bea he would ask each and every caller if they had a quarter. Surprising each with the question, he would answer I don’t want the quarter, I just wanted to know if you had one.
Mark had a heart of gold, no task would be to big or small for him. He tackled them all.
When Mark was on his snow plow route, he would see someone out in the driveway struggling to get the snow out of it, he would pull in, plow it out, and leave as they stood there in awe. Mark had one house at each end of our street that he would always do. The one house we had known the family for years. The kids would say, Mom who is going to do your driveway, she would answer, don’t worry. I have my man.
Mark will be sadly missed by his loving wife, Bea and his children. Danielle, Tim, Amber and James. Grandchildren Trystan, Kourtney, Kyler, Tabor and Baby Brandon. He also leaves behind many family members and friends.
Mark touched many of our lives with his golden smile.
Rest in Peace Mark.
Arrangements were under the care of Reynars Funeral Chapel and Crematorium Dawson Creek, B.C.