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Marion Catherine Eirikson
1913-2006
Marion Catherine Eirikson was born October 19, 1913 in Cartwright, Manitoba to Robert and Mary Askew. She passed away on June 20, 2006 in Dawson Creek, British Columbia at the age of 92 years of age.
A Memorial Service was held on June 22, 2006 at the St. Marks Anglican Church, Dawson Creek, British Columbia. Inurnment followed on June 23, 2006 in the Dawson Creek City Columbarium.
Marion’s family extends heartfelt thanks for the excellent medical care from Dr. Ashwell and the nurses at the Dawson Creek & District Hospital. To our friends for their help and support and donations in our Mom’s memory. Special thanks to Archdeacon Greg Gilson, the St. Marks ACW for the lovely lunch and to Bergeron Funeral Services for their help. Your thoughtfulness and support will always be remembered to our many family and friends.
Expressions of sympathy may be made in memory of Marion by way of a donation to the Dawson Creek & district Hospital Foundation 11100-13 Street, Dawson Creek, British Columbia V1G 3W8.
Memorial arrangements were entrusted to Bergeron Funeral Services & Crematorium Ltd, Dawson Creek, British Columbia
OLD TIMER ALBERT FRANKE PASSES
Funeral Services were held Friday June 16th, 2006 at 2 PM for the late Albert Charles Franke at Notre Dame Catholic Community, with Father Tom Shymko officiating. A touching Eulogy was given by his youngest daughter Caroline (Franke) Adams and eldest grandson Randy Pollard. Readings and intercessions were done by great grandchildren Brodyn Franke, Kyana Cox and Amanda Homister. Six of Albert’s grandson’s carried him to his final resting place at Brookside Cemetery.
Albert was born August 28th 1915 in a sod house near Leipzig Saskatchewan to August and Anna Franke. He was the youngest of nine children.
Growing up in Saskatchewan he worked on the family farm and spent many happy hours playing baseball with his four brothers and playing his faithful violin.
In 1935 he married his life long sweetheart and soul mate Ida Schmitt, who also grew up in the Leipzig community.
In 1944 Albert and Ida embarked on a new adventure when they moved with their two oldest children and expecting a 3rd to a rented farm near Doe River. They later purchased another near by farm to call their own, and welcomed their 4th child.
In 1955, after the marriage of their oldest daughter Blanche, the family moved to Dawson Creek. Albert worked for a number of years for John Deere, Aspol Motors, Regent Motors and Dawson Creek Motors before starting his own business, “Al’s Auto Repair”.
Although a busy mechanic, Albert still found time to continue farming. Albert was a dedicated family man who was involved in his church and enjoyed his new found pastime of curling. After many years of hard work he finally retired at the age of 67.
Being the loving and generous husband, father and grandfather he was, Albert was always present to his family. He was able to fix anything, whether it was a broken heart or a disabled car.
Along with his teasing nature Albert will be remembered by his family for his patience, understanding heart and wonderful sense of humour.
In August 2005, Albert marked his 90th birthday with a big smile and a ride on the quad at the family farm. Albert and Ida also celebrated 71 years of wedded bliss in April of 2006.
Albert will be remembered by many for his honesty and integrity, and vast transmission expertise.
Albert was predeceased by his cherished grandson Rene Shane Adams in 1989. He will be forever and always missed by many.
Albert is survived by his loving wife Ida Franke, children; Blanche (Larry) Pollard, DelRoy (Ann) Franke, Caroline (James) Adams, Darrell (Judy) Franke, grandchildren; Randy,Terry,Cheryle,Dale,Darren,Shawn,Shannon,Darcie,Shane,Nicole,Amber,Cherie, Shelley,Holly,Chance,25 Great Grand children with two on the way and three great-great grandchildren and one sister Mary Delainey.
Expression of sympathy to the Heart and Stroke Foundation were gratefully appreciated by the Franke family.
Funeral arrangements were entrusted to Bergeron Funeral Services & Crematorium Ltd Dawson Creek, British Columbia.
Ann Jeffery
Longtime Dawson Creek resident, Ann Jeffery, passed away peacefully on June 19, 2006. At her request, no funeral service will be held. There was a private burial in the Brookside Cemetery on June 26, 2006.
Arrangement were entrusted to Bergeron Funeral Services & Crematorium Ltd. Dawson Creek, British Columbia.
Marion Miller Schultz
1929-2006
In Dundee Scotland, my great great grand parents, the Millers, along with my great great uncle Robert and Sophia and George Clark boarded the T.S.S. Letitia, crossing the Atlantic Ocean towards Canada. Sophia and George Clark had four children on the ship, Lizzie, Tillie, George and Jack, giving birth to their fifth child Ruby over water just before hitting Canadian soil. With four children and a baby in tow the Clarks and the Millers worked their way across Canada, doing odd jobs for farmers along the way to earn supplies and money that was needed to continue their journey. In Edmonton Alberta the Millers and crew purchased bulk supplies and headed towards the peace country. The journey was not with out its hardships, while crossing the Peace River the wagon was overturned spilling the family and their supplies in the river. After grabbing their children and swimming to shore the family had lost most of the supplies, the wagon however was retrieved and the family continued their journey north. The family again had to resume working for other farms for supplies and money. The Clark family arrived in Meadowville area, and with community support a home was built. This home later became the birthplace of Marion Miller Clark on September 20th 1929. Eleven children graced this homestead, four born in Scotland, one over water and six in Canada. Marion was the first to be born in Canada, followed by James, Billie, Alec, Ron and the baby David. Marion's older siblings soon left the homestead in search of work, leaving Grandma and her sister Ruby to offset the boys.
Grandma had many chores to perform, as she was the second oldest girl left on the farm. Marion had to balance many roles including school, cooking, and chores around the farm and picking up the duties such as stooking when the younger boys got tired. Because the work was hard, Grandma and her siblings found ways to make the work fun.
Horses were often used on the farm and Grandma was not with out her favorites, using any means necessary to ensure that she was the only one who rode them. When it came to riding the horses Marion always tried to reestablish the pecking order to ensure that she was the only one who was riding whether it be slaps or tacks on the hind end to make her sister Ruby go flying. Grandma learned to ride with speed and grace often proving that she was the fastest rider on the way to school.
Grandma enjoyed school, although it was the socializing and enjoying her friends that were her favorites. She was not however with out a mischievous look in her eye and often ended up being disciplined for her strong will. Be it putting a tack on the teacher’s chair or socializing in class she was never alone, her best friend Louis was her partner in crime.
Having such a large family meant that Grandma at the age of 17 after completing grade 8 had to leave school in search of work. She became a waitress in a small community just outside of Meadowville where she met John Schultz, married and began her family of eight children, 6 girls, and 2 boys.
Though life was not the easiest Marion solely raised her eight amazing children to the best of her ability in Dawson Creek B.C. Even though she was a single parent with the support of her mother and sibling, Marion kept strong. The first of her children was Raymond, followed by Ann, Sandra, Gayle, Jacqueline, Ronald, Karen and Candace.
Even though she had numerous children to look after there were certain things that became a tradition around the household.
Grandma would always bake fresh bread, leaving the younger kids perched on a stool in front of the oven to watch the bread rise. Everyone loves fresh bread especially the youngest whom would often cut the crusts off before the other children could get to it. When grandma made her bread she allowed her children to create their own masterpiece in the kitchen. Excess dough was used to make fried bread dough. Dipped in sugar it attracted her eight children as well as the neighborhood kids. Grandma’s cooking was soooo good that her children would often take thick slabs of bread to school to sell to kids who could pay the most money.
Sunday dinner was always a gathering at Grandma’s house. There was always anticipation of the meal to come and the traditional sense that was served with the gravy and stuffing.
Marion loved games. She was a master at many card games, Chinese checkers, Crocano (sp) and Parcheesi. She reserved the highest regard for stampede wrestling and soap opera’s. These subjects often became a focal point in her conversations.
Marion had a compassion for animals that equaled no other. She had a passion for dogs and birds in particular, from the family dog Laddie to her own dogs, Zacharias, Buffy St Marie, Ginnybobarino, and Sonny. Among her birds were budgies, cockatiels and lovebirds, her favorite being crackers a chatty lovebird who would drink coke from her lips.
Grandma loved all her children passionately, bragging about them to her friends. She was extremely proud of their accomplishments in life. Grandma had a passion for life that passed on to her children; they were her sunshine in life and remained that way until June 12 of 2006.
Dear Mother to Ray (Chris) Schultz, Ann (Allen) Jordan,
Sandra (Edward) DeSmet, Jacqueline Havard, Ron (Val) Schultz,
Karen (Eric) Heaton, Candace (Steffan) Williamson, and the late Gayle Flavelle. Loving Grandmother to 22 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren. Sister to: George Clark, Alec Clark, Ron Clark. Marion was cremated and a family inurnment shall follow at a later date in the ‘Scenic Heights Cemetery’, Wembley, Alberta.
A funeral service was held on June 17, 2006 at the Bergeron Funeral Chapel, Dawson Creek, British Columbia. Officiated by Gerta Kut.
Funeral arrangements were entrusted to Bergeron Funeral Services & Crematorium Ltd Dawson Creek, British Columbia.
John Thomas Hingley
1922-2006
Tom Hingley….how best can we remember him….how can we encompass all that he was…..in just a few short minutes? He was a loving son, brother and husband. He was a devoted soldier, father, father-in-law, grandpa and great- grandpa as well as a good friend and a kind neighbor. Our Dad was an artist, a writer, a musician, singer and gifted storyteller. He was an actor, impersonator, and comedian, a dare devil and definitely a prankster. He was a nature lover, a sports enthusiast and an animal lover. He was a hunter and most definitely a gatherer – and yet he was a simple man who required very little to be happy.
Dad was born in his family home in Okla, SK on Nov. 16, 1922. He was the second of five children born to Tom and Daisy. He spent his early years on the family farm, climbing trees, roaming the Saskatchewan jungles, tormenting Ivy Deaton and trying to out run Ivy’s grandmother. Dad always told us kids how smart he was….as even his teachers said they couldn’t teach him anything. Dad had many fond memories of his childhood which he passed on to his children through his story telling ability. Dad was especially close to his Mother.
When he was 18 Dad joined the Army where he spent the next 4 years. In August, 1944 he lost the fingers of his right hand while disarming a land mine. He returned home on Boxing Day, 1944 and was met at the train by his family. His younger brother Fred, who was only six when Dad went to war, approached Dad and asked him “Are you my brother” to which Dad replied “I think so”.
Shortly after returning home from the war, Dad headed for Vancouver. However, he only made it as far as Bonanza when his funds ran out.
In 1952 he married our mother, Florence Watson. Mom was Dad’s sole mate, the love of his life, his rock and at times his commanding officer….he was certainly good for the morale of the family. Together they raised us 5 kids on their farm in Bonanza.
Dad years were spent grain farming, raising livestock and occasionally working in various sawmills in the Bonanza area. Dad was actively involved in Baseball and Curling and his Saturday nights were spent watching Hockey Night in Canada. Dad especially enjoyed following boxing and could seldom be stumped on a boxing question when playing Trivia Pursuit.
Music was a huge part of Dad’s life and our home was seldom without it. Each of us remembers many evenings spent with Dad playing various instruments (including the odd homemade one), and he and Mom singing. Mom taught each of us to dance while Dad supplied the tunes. Get together with our relatives inevitable ended up with the instruments coming out and songs being sung.
Lance took over the farm after Mom passed away in 1983. Dad and Lance shared the same yard until 1988 when Dad moved ½ mile down the road…to the McCann place…which would be his final home. For the last 20 years Mildred has been a big part of Dad’s and our family’s lives. Together we have shared many Sunday dinners, crib games, bocce tournaments, camping trips and Christmas dinners. Mildred has been a kind and caring companion to our Dad. This was never more evident than it was in the last 5 weeks….during which time she rarely left his side. She was truly Dad’s special friend.
As the family prepared this eulogy each one of us agreed that our most treasured memory of our Dad will always be how he took the time to stop and smell the roses. Whether that meant a game of scrub during combining season, an evening drive over the “hump” to collect mushrooms, a Sunday picnic at the river, time out for coffee with the neighbors or supplying his kids, grandkids and great grandkids with an endless supply of stories….Dad always had time for what was most important.
Tom is predeceased by his wife, Florence Hingley, his mother Daisy Hingley and his father Joseph Hingley.
He will be lovingly remembered by his children, Lois and her husband Randy, his son Lance and his wife Teresa, Lynn and her husband Bob, his daughter Deanna and her husband Duncan, and his youngest son, Stewart. 14 grandchildren, 7 great grandchildren, his sisters, Con and Doll Ashdown, his brothers Joe and Fred Hingley as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He will also be lovingly remembered by his special friend, Mildred and their families.
Tom Hingley….how can we best remember him…how can we encompass all that he was in just a few minutes……..Dad…I hope we have done you justice. We thank you for being our Dad…we love you and will carry you in our hearts forever.
To my Grandpa Tom,
My Grandpa had an imagination that would put to shame the average five year old, never mind any other adult I have ever known. If Grandpa was a storybook character he would have been Peter Pan…forever a boy, forever a trickster, forever young. Grandpa was an ally for any child in the world of adults. As children, he was the only adult we could rely on to see the logic in making the roof of the house into a perfect sledding hill or arming his grandchildren with wonderful home-made slingshots, after all, it wouldn’t be fair if he was the only one to have one. He could be counted on to help us argue with our parents, the tremendous inequities of childhood such as going to school on really nice days. When we lost the battle and were sent to school in spite of our reasoning, he could be counted on to help bridge the power margin between parent and child by providing us each with an 18 inch long wooden paddle inscribed with the words “Parent Beating Stick.”
Grandpa saw in the endless fields of his childhood home, in Saskatchewan, a magical land of vegetables that grew large enough to live in, in the wild animals he saw companions that could be coerced into being his imagined partners in crime and in the woods he saw an irresistible escape from chores.
As a grandfather he saw in an old cow trough a great ship that just needed a little “fixin” before his grandchildren could sail it out into the magical waters of the dugout. He saw poker as the perfectly practical way for his grandchildren to learn to count and understand the value of a dollar and, to him, it was just an innocent coincidence that this lesson would make babysitting night into a much more entertaining “poker night with Grandpa“. He thought Peter Rabbit could be a clever bedtime story with just a few embellishments; embellishments which usually involved a nasty brawl, a hero named Tom and some curse words. To Grandpa other adults were authority figures who were sometimes better off not knowing what he and his grandchildren were up to “down the yard” and many adventures with him began with the words “Don’t tell your Mom“. For Grandpa the “old yard” was a place for hunting treasure and the bush was a place of great adventure. And when he told us that Hingley’s could fly we all knew he must surely be capable of flight even if the rest of us weren’t and he would have broke his neck proving it to us if he lived in a house any taller than the one he jumped off of to show us.
For Grandpa life was an adventure to be lived as hard as he could manage and a days worth was measured by how many laughs were shared. His most kindred spirits have always been animals and children because they are the ones who could look in his eyes and see the endless childlike wonder with which he viewed the world.
So strongly have I always believed in the magic of my Grandpa that last summer, as I drove across Canada with my husband on our move to New Brunswick, while driving through Saskatchewan, a part of me secretly thought that if I could just let go of my adult “ness for a minute I would be able to see those giant house-sized strawberries scattered throughout the golden fields of my Grandpa’s childhood.
I am a wife and a mother now and I haven’t lived near my Grandpa for several years. But when I am busy cleaning house and my three year old son asks me to play with him, before telling him, “No, I am too busy” I think of the endless hours my Grandpa spent building forts with us, playing on the floor of the “new room” or telling us story after story until we would fall asleep and I tell him “I would love to play with you“. I take Isaiah for walks in the bush or down to the river now and I try to help him see the magic of nature the way Grandpa did for me. We draw maps and we hunt for treasure. We fish with a stick and a string and we collect endless pocketfuls of rocks. And when he wakes me in the morning and asks “Mommy can we go on an adventure today” and I silently thank my Grandpa for teaching me about what is most important in this life.
For me, my Grandpa can never really be gone. As long as a child dreams and plays and imagines the spirit of Tom Hingley lives on.
I love you Grandpa.
Lori (Edgar) Denson
A funeral service was held on June 2, 2006 at the Bonanza Community Hall, Bonanza, Alberta. Officiated by Pastor Gary Henderson. Interment followed in the Hill Haven Cemetery, Bonanza, Alberta.
Funeral arrangements were entrusted to Bergeron Funeral Services & Crematorium Ltd Dawson Creek, British Columbia.
