All Obituaries

There are no formalities here. This is the story of our dad. In a true tribute to his nature, we hope to earn a smile or two from you, the reader. Dad was born in Preeceville, SK on April 17, 1945 and raised in the community of Hazel Dell. We all have a little “dare devil trouble maker” in us, a gene we obviously did not inherit from our mother, Phyllis. Tales of sucking ringers, burning rubber, under age bar visits, backroads cruising, a few fines, and various other...

It is with heavy hearts, we announce the passing of our dear Mom, Wife, and Baba. Lorraine Eleanor Flundra, the fourth of five children to Jim and Sadie (Chescu) Kobluk was born May 23, 1946 at the Russell hospital. She went to school from grades 1-7 at Shell River School and grades 8-9 at Hudson School. At age 15 she started to work at Reavie’s Pharmacy during the summer holidays and then full time at age 16.  After having kids, she worked part time at the Russell Ladies...

Jean (Jennie) Laskowski (Nee Goletz) was born September 20, 1929 and passed away peacefully on October 17, 2019 and the age of 90. Jean was born to Peter and Annie Goletz the third youngest of 13 children.  She grew up on a farm near Onanole/Whirlpool area which is located near Clear Lake.  She started school in Whirlpool at the age of 9 and remained in school until she was 14.  That summer she started her job at the Wigwam restaurant in downtown Clear Lake and during...

Christian Friedrich Hertlein was born March 27, 1930, in Langenburg, Saskatchewan to John and Mary (Mund) Hertlein. He was the third of six children. He moved with his family to Inglis, Manitoba as a young boy. He attended school at Freefield School and Asessippi School, also working for Earl Jackson, a farmer at Inglis. He worked on the rail section and as a carpenter’s helper. Chris worked very hard to help sustain his family. In August 1956, he went to Snow Lake and worked in the...

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep   Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.