S: The Ziegler Family: 35 Years
BC: "Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family." -Anthony Brandt
FC: 35 Years Of Memories | Ziegler Family
1: Life brings simple pleasures to us every day. It is up to us to make them wonderful memories. CathyAllen | Dear Mom and Dad: We, your kids, wanted to put together something special for your 35th Anniversary. It has been said that God is in the details. We would argue that the success of any family also rests in the details. It was the little things that mattered - the days spent doing homework, or going for a walk, or the number of little things you did each day to express your love to us, and each other. It was the small things you both did so well. We decided to spend some time putting together an anniversary gift that wasn’t grand or expensive, but represented what we hold the most dear – the special memories we have of you and our family. We have collected 35 memories (some big, some small) that have stayed with all of us. This first entry is not so much a memory, but a prayer, that there be many more for us to share together. Love, Carolyn, Gary, Dean & Kevin
2: Celebrating 35 Years Together | Memory – Dan McVicar It is hard to believe that so much time has passed since walking in to check out the “new" house just purchased and wondering did they say "renovation or demolition." But true to the way they have lived the rest of their lives together, through hard work, patience and determination they turned a flophouse into a beautiful home. The same system also worked well in building a family, careers and a community to be proud of. Well done. Congratulations on your anniversary and here's too many more.
3: Memory – Paulette Ziegler Wallace I do remember their wedding and the good time the family had. Especially our Grandpa Williams. He almost danced his feet off. He danced with all of his 'girls.' He was a great dancer. Observing your mom and dad as parents. They are great role models and did a wonderful job of raising all of you. They were serious and dedicated to that job---and still are. All of you are very fortunate to have them. I thank my brother for bringing your mom into our family. She has been the best daughter in law, sister in law, auntie and friend. I am very grateful and proud for the two of them. They are solid and always there for ALL the family. A really good team..
4: Memory – Marion McVicar On a cold, sunny March day family and friends gathered at the Colonsay United Church for Muriel and Ken’s wedding. Ken was supported by his brother Marty and Muriel’s bridesmaid was her cousin Lois. Muriel’s school friend Shannon sang accompanied by Kathy on the organ. Her brothers Dan and Ray were ushers. After the ceremony everyone gathered at the Colonsay Hall for the wedding supper and the dance. This was our first wedding and we were hoping that everything we planned was ok. It was always a special time when we held our grandchildren for the first time.
6: Memories "Granny Z" By Alana Ziegler I can give you a memory on behalf of "Granny Z" for both your Mom and Dad. I can remember when your Mom was expecting each of you. Granny Z was so excited and happy. Each grandchild was a blessing and I think she was competing with Aunt Nora (unfortunately Aunt Nora won as she has more Grandchildren) And she was so proud of Ken. She relied a lot on him after Dad passed away and he always came through for his Mom - she loved him for that.
7: Memories By Ryan Ziegler I remember being the first guest in their house and thinking “Wow. You could lose people in here”. I spent that first night in the back room off of Carolyn’s bedroom. I parlayed that stay into a year in the basement while I tried the university thing. There were many days where Muriel and Carolyn would go off to music practice and I’d have a twin under either arm and a bottle of gripe water clamped between my knees and Gary at my feet (as he’s always been) in case I needed additional supplies. I recall Muriel saying that most of the time she’d come downstairs to see Underdog on TV and all 4 of us asleep. Living proof that Gripe works on adults too.
8: Memory – Alana Ziegler Growing up your Dad was my protector - I always felt safe when he was around. The only ritual we had was that I had to give him "rubs" - he'd say something like "okay, today you owe me 100 rubs (I guess I had soft cheeks). And I'd oblige him. I think he liked me. Your Dad loves to cook! Who would have thunk it? A good memory (and tasty for me) is when he makes home-cooked cheese at Christmas. AND he's a struddle-making machine. From that you can take that he likes to keep the tradition of his ancestors. That's the food part. You should always have good memories of your Dad and Mom on holidays. You have been extremely fortunate that you have had holidays at a cabin at the lake, with a motor boat to ride in, Disney holidays, holidays to the mountains and your Dad's love of "forts". You can make all the fun you want about your Dad and the forts but he loves to share history with his children. And, finally, each time your Mom and Dad come to visit me your Dad always manages to screw up the TV remote control....he will say "oh, oh, Alana, something is wrong with your remote" - like it's the remote's fault (and not the operator).
9: Memory – Martin Ziegler This is a short little snippet from Christmas of around 1952 or 1953. Christmas morning for Ken and I usually started around 5:00 a.m. Everyone else was still sleeping. We knew how to sneak down the squeaky stairs without making a sound. Well, there under the tree was a new tricycle. We started out very quiet. Being older, I got to ride first with Ken pushing. That way we could go faster. Well a turn came up very fast with my big toe stuck in the spokes...ass over teakettle for both. Lots of noise, bloody toe and back to bed. Life went on.
10: The first child - Juneau | By Carolyn Ziegler Juneau was your first baby. I remember Mom telling me how at that time, Dad was still working one day a week in Wilkie, and how mom used to work on teaching Juneau a new trick to show Dad when he got home. We were just talking the other day about how Juneau loved to hang over the fence in the backyard and talk to the garbage men each week. I remember my first brother very well. I remember him being very patient with me. He also taught me one of my very first important life lessons – never bother a dog while he’s eating. I remember you telling me how he always used to watch out for me but when I first arrived on the scene he used to just stare at me like he couldn’t figure out what I was. I remember how much Juneau used to love to run, and I know you have lots of stories about how he would disappear and you would get a call far away from Saskatoon from some farmer who had found him. I also remember when he went away and thinking about how happy I was for him because now he was going to go live on a farm and run all day long.
11: Carolyn Rose Ziegler One of the most frequent items about my birth that Mom and Dad have told me is that I was late. They were waiting and waiting and waiting for two weeks and I just wasn’t in any hurry to show. Finally Mom went to the hospital and I still didn’t seem to be in that big of a hurry so a couple days later I arrived by c-section. Poor Dad sat around waiting a little while longer until the hospital staff remembered to tell him I had arrived. Mom told me the first few days were a fog. She remembers Dad waking her up and trying to get her to pick a name for the baby, and then her falling back asleep. My second name was already decided – Rose - after my Grandma Ziegler. Dad always tells me that he wanted to name me Griselda Brunhilde but they settled on Carolyn Rose Ziegler.
12: Gary Kenneth Ziegler By Carolyn Ziegler I wasn’t very old but I remember several things about Gary being born. I don’t remember being that concerned about him coming. My best friend Michael Beazely got a brother so I assumed that is just what happens. People get older and get brothers. I remember that I liked Gary because he brought me a Raggedy Ann doll. I remember all my Aunties and Mom and Dad telling me how excited Gary was to have me as a big sister. I remember going to stay with Auntie Paulette at her house until Gary ‘showed up.’ I didn’t really understand what this big sister thing was. But I remember checking up on him when he was sleeping, and making sure he was ok. As we grew up I remember thinking that I needed to figure this big sister thing out because I kept getting in trouble when he did something wrong.
13: Dean Graham & Kevin Thomas By Carolyn Ziegler I was the one who broke the news about the twins. Mom, Dad, Gary and I just came back from Disneyland and I called up both of my Grandmas and told them “I met Mickey Mouse and Mommy is having two babies.” I didn’t think it was that big of a deal at first. But each time I told someone Mommy was having two babies they would yell “WHAT! SHE’S HAVING TWINS!” After I told my Kindergarten teacher I remember thinking I’m not telling anyone else because they keep yelling at me. I remember waking up in the morning and Mom and Dad were gone, and Uncle Ryan, who was living in the basement, was sleeping upstairs. That was the first clue that Dean and Kevin had arrived. I remember Dad trying to put my hair in pony tails and crying because he didn’t know what he was doing, and him telling me that Gramma was coming tonight so she would be able to handle my hair.
14: Our Home | By Kevin Ziegler Mom and Dad were both wonderful parents to me when I was growing up. More generous and loving than I can possibly put into words. I think all of us kids had a really unique experience spending all that time in the same house in the same neighbourhood. Everyone else I knew was moving around, but we were always in the one place. My whole world revolved around University Drive and the riverbank. I don't think I'll ever be able to appreciate how wonderful it was to live in the same house for all those years.
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16: The Cabin – Kevin Ziegler Some of my favourite memories from my childhood come from our trips to the cabin. Everything about it was fun. I loved piling into the station-wagon and driving off with all of our gear. I loved the smell of the place when we first came through the door. I loved making epic sandcastles on the beach. We tried to fish all the time, but never caught anything larger than a minnow. I loved driving around in the boat, although I can remember quite clearly failing miserably trying to learn to water ski. At night we would sit out back next to the fire pit, roast marshmallows, and go inside and watch Disney on our old television. Those were great summers.
17: Favorite Memory – Ray McVicar The 40th Wedding Anniversary party that Muriel and Ken held for Mom and Dad at the cabin at Wakaw Lake in 1987 was extra special. All the McVicar and Warner Aunts and Uncles were there along with many of Mom and Dad’s nieces and nephews. There are some great photos of Mom and Dad and their grandchildren on the couch. We had a great time playing at the beach and eating lake food. | The Cabin
18: Christmas | By Gary Ziegler I have a lot of favourite Christmas memories. I remember the year I got the Millennium Falcon, and the year I got Castle Greyskull (as I sat there in my tiger pyjamas passed down to me by cousin Dana)...looking back, I can just picture Dad sitting up at night putting them together for me while I was asleep. I also remember how happy I was to get a gameboy one year. I also remember when we were little, Carolyn would come wake me up on Christmas morning by shaking me and whispering "GARY...its Christmas...come get your Presents!" and I was up like a flash! I think my favourite part about Christmas though, was when all our Aunts and Uncles came, and we would have Christmas Eve at Auntie Paulette’s and Christmas Day at our house. I recently realized that I have spent every single Christmas morning of my entire life in the same room...and how unique and special that is. Not many people can say that.
19: By Carolyn Ziegler There are lots of things I remember about Christmas. My favourite memory was the year that I got my Cabbage Patch Doll (aka Patch). I’m not sure why I wanted a Cabbage Patch Doll so badly. I didn’t normally have much time for dolls but everybody had a Cabbage Patch Doll and I wanted one too. Of course at the time I had no idea how hard it was to get one and how when they showed up in the store they were sold out in a couple of hours. Somehow Mom managed to get her hands on one in September, months before Christmas. I remember waking up in the middle of the night Christmas Eve and thinking well I’ll just sneak downstairs and see if maybe I actually got a Cabbage Patch Doll. It was 3 or 4 in the morning and I crept downstairs and then when I found out I actually got one I couldn’t get back to sleep, and I had to wake everybody else up and tell them what Santa had brought me(I don’t think anybody else was that excited). Patch stayed with me for years after that. My other vivid memory is of course of wrapping presents. Mainly how dad would con me into wrapping his presents each year so that I could ‘practice’. I didn’t figure out for years that he was making me do it because he hated wrapping presents. Of course that cat was out of the bag the year I accidentally wrote “To Mom From Dad” on the card.
20: Christmas Memories By Dean Ziegler I don’t know if I have one particular Christmas memory from my childhood. Instead, I would say that what I remember the most about Christmas growing up is that all my memories are happy. I talk to other people and they have such stressful and traumatic experiences from Christmas when they were children. Things could have been stressful at Christmas for Mom and Dad—undoubtedly they probably were—but I never felt that as a child. Instead, all my memories are good, and all my associations are positive: I got toys, the whole big family was around, and Mom and Dad got time off work to spend time with us. As the youngest, I don’t know if Kevin and I ever believed in Santa for very long, but that never lessened the excitement of Christmas morning for me. I remember the smells mostly: coffee, pine needles, eggs. Like most of the memories from my childhood, I remember feeling safe, happy, and loved.
21: Sports Memories By Dean Ziegler As Mom and Dad can both probably attest, I wasn’t necessarily always excited about going out for hockey early in the morning. You wouldn’t think that I’d have any fond memories, but I do remember one funny incident with Dad when we showed up one morning for practice at Exhibition Arena. We arrived a few minutes earlier than normal so Dad decided that our extra time was best spent spinning donuts around the empty parking lot. I howled with excitement as our old station wagon went ripping around the icy lot. Unfortunately, Dad lost control of the car and we went flying into fire hydrant. Sombrely, Dad got out of the car to check the damage, while I waited quietly. When he got back into the car he said, “I think everything is fine. Whatever you do don’t tell your mother”.
22: Music Carolyn Ziegler I spent a lot of my time at a piano as a child. Some of it fun. I clearly remember talking to Mom before I went to my first music lesson. I remember her asking me if I was sure I wanted to take piano lessons. Yes I was sure. I learnt many hard life lessons in front of a piano. I loved playing the piano. Dad spent a lot of time snoozing on the living room floor ‘listening’ to me play. But man did I hate practicing. I would spend a lot of time pretending to practice. Most of all, Mom never forced me to practice or punished me for not working hard enough. But if I ever complained about a bad music lesson, or a bad performance or bad competition she would calmly remind me that if I didn’t practice then I got what I got. The lesson was clear. The outcome was up to me and how much effort I was willing to put into it. Of course the most important story about my music lessons was when I first started out. I could play simple passages with my left hand and with my right but when we got to the point where we had to play with both hands at the same time, I couldn’t do it. I cried and cried and told her “Mommy I will never be able to do it”. Of course I did do it. And Mom never let me forget. Whenever I was frustrated or angry or tried to say something was too hard for me, Mom would remind me of this story. She reminded me of this story over and over and over again, always telling me that I could do anything if I worked at it and I believed in myself.
23: Sports Gary Ziegler One of my biggest "sports" memories growing up wasn't playing sports but watching them. I remember that once a year (whenever Gretzky's team would roll through Alberta), Dad would take me to Edmonton and Calgary to watch my hero play. I remember Aunt Alana getting us such great seats in Edmonton, and I remember dealing with one-eyed scalpers (with an eye patch) outside the Saddledome in Calgary before games as we tried to upgrade the tickets we bought over the phone. I also have so many memories of growing up playing hockey that I wouldn't really even know where to start. I can't imagine how many hours Dad must have spent in a cold hockey arena in small town Saskatchewan while I played hockey? I did some rough math to figure it out, and by my calculations I figure Dad must have spent roughly 10,000 hours in cold hockey rinks watching me play hockey. I have a lot of memories from those years. I remember the run down, cold arenas. I remember eating rink burgers and fries in between games, and Dad taking me for a slurpee after a good game. I remember breaking my leg, and I remember the year we went 72-6 and went to the provincials in Wilcox, Saskatchewan (we had to drive through the worst snow storm I’ve ever been in just to get to the final game). But I think what I remember most, was that whenever I looked up into the stands, Dad and/or Mom were always there. Not a lot of kids could say that...but I was one of the lucky few.
24: Disneyland Gary Ziegler I have many memories of our 2 trips to Disneyland. Our first time there I wasn't even 3 years old yet, but I remember 2 things vividly: 1) When we got there, Mom made me take a nap while Carolyn got go to see Mickey (I’ll never forgive you for that Mom haha) 2) When Dad carried me down to the pool, putting me down and telling me not to jump in the water because it was the deep end. Then when he turned around...SPLASH, in I went. I remember seeing the surface of the water slowly getting further and further away as I sank like a rock, before there was a bigger splash and Dad pulled me out. I learned at an early age that no matter what, Mom and Dad would always protect me. Obviously, I have more memories of our second trip to Disneyland than the first. I remember the night mom and dad called us into the living room to tell us we were going and how excited we all were. I remember the motel we stayed at, and watching TV every morning on the bed in our "Goofy" hats while Dad went to McDonalds to get us some Egg McMuffins for breakfast. I remember the rides we went on (my favourites were Pirates of the Caribbean and Space Mountain). But I think my biggest memory was our final night there, when we all went to this little place inside the park where they showed all the old original black and white movies of Mickey. When I look back on my childhood...some of my best memories are of our trips to Disneyland. I'll never forget them.
25: Our Trip to Tofino By Carolyn Ziegler I remember the summer of 1992 when we all drove out to Tofino for our summer vacation. I had just finished grade 9 and the idea of crowding into the station wagon with all my brothers and spending two weeks on the road didn’t sound that much fun. Plus, we had just adopted Sam and I was sad about having to leave him behind. Even though I had my reservations about the trip I was also excited. It was the first time I ever swam in the ocean and the first time I ever went on a sailboat. For someone who loves the ocean as much as I do, those were two events I will always remember. However, the most memorable time on that trip was the drive home. We had planned to stop overnight in Calgary and drive home the rest of the way the following day. However, we got into Calgary in the early afternoon and everybody was tired of hotels and of travelling. We all wanted to get home. So mom and dad decided to keep on driving and just make it home. Somewhere around Kindersley we all started to get pretty tired as the number of hours we spent in the car that day continued to rise. I remember all of us singing aloud to the song ‘Lollipop’ on the Stand by Me soundtrack. Everybody was laughing because it was so silly, but it was also so much fun.
26: My Education By Gary Ziegler I think the best word to describe my scholastic career was "average". I was always just above the curve, but never quite had the grades of my siblings. I remember that whenever I came home with a bad grade...Mom and Dad never made me feel bad about it...I think they knew I felt bad enough already. And of course I remember when I’d come home with a 98 on a test, Dad would look at me and say: "What the hell happened to the other 2 percent?!" followed by a laugh. But I think my biggest memories of my Education came outside of the classroom. With all those hockey trips Dad and I took to small towns, one of my biggest memories of those trips was the car ride to get there...I remember quite vividly Dad always telling me "Gary, the most successful people in this world work for themselves". I never forgot that, and frankly I think it's probably a big reason why I do what I do for a living today. From Mom...aside from all those hours spent helping me with my work, I also got a lot of support and understanding. I always knew that Mom was there to help me when I needed it. But the thing I think I learned most of all from Mom was how to be calm in stressful situations. The thing about Mom is...if you leave the milk out or forget to take out the garbage...boy there's hell to pay. But when something really big and important comes up, she's always calm and just deals with it. Somewhere along the way I picked that up from her...and to this day, people always remark about how calm I am when I am going into a big meeting or am negotiating something with someone. Whenever someone says that to me, I always smile and think of Mom.
27: Mom the Teacher By Kevin Ziegler I remember following Mom around for “take your child to work day”. Dean went to Dad's office and I went with Mom to the hospital. It was an interesting experience, because I had never had the chance to see Mom working outside the home. I heard stories about her job, but this was the first time seeing it in person. What I remember most was how confident Mom was with everyone. It might have been a challenging job, but Mom made it look effortless. All of her students looked so happy and relaxed. It was really just a pleasure to watch her teaching. I had a lot of fun that day and when we left I was proud to be her son. I think Mom was born to be a teacher because she is such a patient and thoughtful person. I remember having conversations with Mom about my future. She gave me the support to follow my own interests and encouraged me to do whatever it was that made me happy. I always tried to make her as proud as she made me.
28: Early Morning Cartoons By Dean Ziegler One of my very favourite childhood memories involves watching cartoons with Dad. When we were very little, Kevin and I would spend every Saturday morning watching cartoons for hours. Some weeks we would get up at 6 am and watch cartoons all morning. When we were especially little, the two of us would wait at the top of the stairs and Dad would carry us both downstairs on his back, at which point he would usually stick around, watch some Looney Tunes, and then disappear outside to do yard work. This weekly ritual continued throughout our childhood. Eventually, Kevin and I started to get too heavy to be carried both at once. Instead, one would enjoy a piggyback ride downstairs while the other one waited up at the top of the stairs for his turn. It might seem like a trivial thing, but this weekly ritual is one of my fondest memories of growing up. I don’t know if I was ever as happy as when Dad was carrying me downstairs, and I was anticipating a guilt-free morning of mindless television. Oddly enough, my very first memory that I have—imagined or not I can’t say—is also of being carried by Dad. I remember being woken up out of my bed upstairs, carried downstairs, and placed on the floor in the living room. I guess I have a lot of fond memories of being carried by Dad. Anyway, eventually both Kevin and I were too heavy to be carried downstairs to the basement, but Dad still watches cartoons with us when he has the chance.
29: Wakeup Calls By Dean Ziegler I have an abundance of memories from Mom and Dad taking me to school when I was a little kid, but for some reason the one that sticks in my head the most was the way that Mom would wake us up every morning before school. From the time that I was a little kid going to Victoria School all the way until I was at the University of Saskatchewan—nearly twenty years if anyone is counting—I can remember Mom rolling me out of bed, shaking off the cobwebs, and sending me off to school. When I was a little kid this daily ritual usually involved some cereal and cartoons before I left. When I was a little bit older it usually involved a little more yelling, as well as the early-morning weather forecast (usually exaggerated to make sure that I’d remember to wear a coat). When I was growing up I appreciated these tiny daily rituals.
30: Supper Supper Supper! By Kevin Ziegler We rarely went to restaurants when I was growing up. Fast food was something out of the ordinary. Instead, Mom made us delicious meals every night. She would stand at the top of the stairs and yell "Supper! Supper! Supper!" and we would come running! Dad, of course, had his specialties too, like spaghetti, cheese strudel, or dumph noodles. But most nights it was Mom cooking. She’d open up that old wooden recipe box and choose one of her usual recipes: meatloaf, beef stew and vegetables, shrimp stir-fry, lemon pepper chicken. I have a lot of great memories of us crowded around the kitchen table eating food. Every day at 5 or 6 o’clock Dad would walk into the backyard and through the backdoor and we would have supper as a family. More than anything, I remember little moments. I remember Mom writing the letter K on my hamburger in Ketchup. I remember complaining about the horrible smell of sauerkraut or getting my head stuck when I tried to crawl out from behind the kitchen table. I remember walking down to the freezer in the basement to get chocolate chip cookies, Dean and I getting two different cakes on our birthday. These memories mean a lot to me because they remind me of Mom and Dad.
31: Dad's Habits By Kevin Ziegler Dad has lots of silly habits. You notice them when you live with him for a long time. Dad was a master napper (“power snoozes” he calls them). He rarely finished any movie; he’d nod off and snore so loudly he’d wake himself up and then deny falling asleep. I’d see Dad outside almost every Saturday in his coveralls working on some new project in the backyard. I can’t tell you how many times I was woken up in the morning by the sound of power tools. Our house was constantly being renovated for twenty years. Dad would make up random songs when he walked around the house. Sometimes he sang very loud. He had special names for the people in his life. Meo, nairin, wookit, mefi-sakoyawho. Sometimes listening to Dad was like deciphering a code. Pop was AOP. Whenever we were all crammed together in the car returning from some family event, Dad would start driving amazingly slow as soon as we neared the house. For the last block, we’d slow to a crawl. I think he liked having his family together in one place.
32: The Station Wagon Carolyn Ziegler My most clear memory was of mom fitting my whole elementary school volleyball team in our station wagon, and her driving us to game after game. Even though we lived only a couple of blocks from the elementary school I remember her starting up the big car and driving us to school on those awful January days where it was too cold even to walk a couple of blocks. Of course there were all the trips we took. I remember driving back and forth and back and forth to Wakaw in the station wagon with Dean and Kevin sleeping on either side of me. Of course I learnt how to drive on the station wagon. I remember Mom taking me out and how she never said anything but when I looked over (after I had completed a u-turn and pulled into the drive-way of our house) Mom was sitting in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. Of course when I finally got my driver’s license I loved the station wagon because you could fit a bunch of people in it and Mom and Dad never cared if I took it because they knew I would be safe. If I ever got in an accident the other vehicle would come out the loser against the station wagon.
33: Road Trips By Dean Ziegler A significant portion of our childhood vacations were spent traveling in the family station wagon. Kevin and I were usually sequestered to the rumble seats in the back of the car, free to be as annoying to each other—but not everyone else—as we wanted to be. Usually we would sit and play games. Other times we would play cards. Once, I even remember we brought a walkman with us and decided to sing along with the lyrics on the tape. Needless to say, this type of behaviour was not encouraged. One thing that I’ll always remember is the music that they used to play on the way to the summer cabin: golden oldies, and classical gas. To this day, I swear that they conditioned us to fall asleep whenever they played those tapes. I know that every time we left for the cabin at Wakaw it was only a matter of time before they would start, and my eyes would start to get a little bit droopy. As an adult, I can’t imagine how loud and impossibly annoying all four kids must have seemed in that car. I think it’s a testament to Mom and Dad’s patience that they were willing to continue to take us on those trips, and keep from yelling at us except when absolutely necessary. I’m sure they especially appreciated those few moments of quiet relief.
34: I'll never forget the day we got Sam. I remember driving over there in the station wagon to see him...everyone came except dad, who decided to work in the yard instead. I remember walking into the kennel and I made a B-line for Sam and said "this is him"...I didn't even need to look at the other dogs. Everyone else agreed and we took him into a smaller room to visit with him. I remember how scared Sam was as he hid under the chair...he was probably thinking "who are these people and what do they want with me?" I also remember our first night with Sam in the house. I remember putting him in the garage with the door open, but a chair there to stop him from coming in the house...which didn't stop him for very long. And I remember us all playing with him in the backyard and how happy we all were. I don't think I’ll ever stop missing Sam...he was a great friend. | Sampson Gary Ziegler
35: Sam passes away ----- Forwarded Message ---- From: Ken Ziegler
36: Eulogy – Hugh McVicar The McVicar family has asked me to thank you so much for coming today to honour Hugh. Thank you to Kay Templeman, Donna Moen, and the choir. Thank you to Bill Edwards and the staff from the Saskatoon Funeral Home. Special thanks go to all those who provided support and assistance over the course of Hugh’s illness, especially the caregivers at Veterans Village. Merle Hugh McVicar was born on the family farm at Colonsay on September 14th, 1922, the third son for Dan and Selena McVicar. It had been a busy summer as the usual crew of hired men was augmented by a construction crew building the barn. Selena had cooked for them all and was chopping wood for her cook stove when Hugh decided to enter the world. Selena sent 4-year-old Lorne to find his father and tell him it was time for a trip to town. Lorne was quite disgusted when his dad returned with the mid-wife instead of his new boots that had been ordered from Eaton’s catalogue. Growing up with two talkative older brothers tended to make Hugh “the quiet one”, and being the youngest, he thought that he got stuck with more than his share of “girl’s work” in the house and the vegetable garden. He never did learn to cook more than tomato soup and peanut butter sandwiches, but he was an expert dish dryer. The farm provided an endless number of things to do, but the boys always knew that their chores came first. Hugh attended Colonsay School, completing his Grade 12 because Selena was determined that at least one of her boys would graduate. Transportation for school trips was usually the farm grain truck with Hugh at the wheel. He drove the school bus during his last two years in high school. He enjoyed his teen years, played baseball and hockey, but he looked forward to the beginning of his life as a farmer. He loved the land and the livestock and couldn’t imagine any other career. In November 1942, Hugh put his plans on hold and enlisted in the Regina Rifles. Because of his abilities to do Math and drive a large truck, he was trained as a gunner and served with the Royal Canadian Artillery until January 1946. His participation in the occupation of Holland affected him most. He was billeted in a barber’s home in Lunteren, Holland, and was content to be part of a family again. Hugh was happy to contribute his tobacco and candy rations, but was concerned that the family of seven had a very poor diet. He was soon writing home to ask his parents if there was anything they could send. The oldest son in this family was Pete, aged 14. Hugh got permission to take Pete along on many trips in his army transport truck, and they formed a strong bond. When the celebrations for the 50th Anniversary of the Liberation of Holland were being planned in 1995, Hugh received a phone call from Pete, “Are you coming? Just get to Amsterdam and we’ll take care of the rest!” Hugh wasn’t able to go, but he was delighted to hear from his Dutch family again.
37: After two and one-half years in Europe, Hugh’s first leave home to Colonsay came on New Year’s Eve, 1946. He arrived on the midnight train and went straight to the New Year’s Dance..a great homecoming party. He was happy to return to his family and the farm, certain that there was no better place in the world. Les and Isabel Rosher were courting then, and always seemed to have Hugh and Lloyd Coffin along with them. They introduced Hugh to Isabel’s Elstow friend, Marion Warner, who was teaching in a one-room school at South Allan. After a year of adventurous trips through the snow and muddy roads in the Allan Hills, Hugh and Marion were married at Elstow on July 3, 1947. They took over the McVicar family farm. Hugh took great pride in his field work and livestock. He entered the Saskatoon Fat Stock Show for several years and won first prize in 1952 and 1953. Children began to arrive: Muriel in 1948, Dan in 1952, and Ray in 1956. Hugh was a hands-on dad. The kids had horseback and tractor rides before they could walk, and he always read them the colored funnies. Hugh and Marion raised ducks. Sometimes there were as many as 75 white ducks on the dugout. The kids remember well the trips to Saskatoon with a crate full of ducks in the trunk of the car. Hugh would pull up in the alley between several downtown restaurants, pop the trunk and stand back while the ducks quacked loudly and the cooks with cleavers haggled over the price. When the children were old enough to go to school and community activities, Hugh could always be counted on to drive and be in the audience for every school program, hockey or ball game, 4-H activity, and piano recital. Hugh spent hours shooting pool in the Cheerie Spot Café waiting for public skating or the school dance to be over. Education was a priority and each child in turn graduated from the University of Saskatchewan. Hugh and Marion welcomed another son and two more daughters to the family when Muriel married Ken Ziegler, Dan married Lois Petersen, and Ray married Lorna Knudson. As each of the nine grandchildren arrived, Hugh was always eager to babysit. He could calm a cranky baby better than anyone else, amaze pre-schoolers by popping out his false teeth, and send teenagers into gales of laughter with his favourite swear word, “Spots!” The grandchildren could always count on Grandpa for a tractor ride, a visit with the new calves, a swim at the Chalet Pool or Manitou Hot Springs, lunch at Smiley’s, cash for a good report card, a driving lesson, or an afternoon of Blue Jays baseball. Hugh and Marion moved to town in 1980. You could take Hugh off the farm, but you could never take his thoughts from the farm. He was active in the farming operation until poor health forced him to retire in 1998. Hugh and Marion celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with Don and Eva in 1997. When Hugh’s ill health forced his move to Saskatoon, he missed Marion very much. He never said much, but he always watched the door, listened for her voice, and was content when she was with him. Hugh has always been a good guy, a steady influence on all the people who were part of his life. His brothers and sons who farmed with him, his lifelong friends, the friends and neighbours he worked with to build the community, and of course his family, all respected his quiet wisdom. Hugh was there for all of us without hesitation when we needed him. He approached everything with patience, and his motto was “Perseverance wins!” It was amazing to see his strength of character these last few years when poor health and many falls separated him from his home and his farm. His situation would have brought out the worst in most of us, but he never complained. It was characteristic that Hugh left this world as he had lived his life.quietly, with dignity and causing no fuss or bother for anyone. We will miss him.
38: Eulogy – Rose Ziegler In the spring of 1922, a Mar Rose, known to us as May Rose, was born May 19 to Agnes and Martin William at Prelate, Saskatchewan. As our Mother and Grandmother travelled through the seasons of life, she was daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, neighbour and friend. At age five, she came with her parents to a farm north of Wilkie. As daughter, Rose was the eldest. To her fell not only the special relationship she had with her parents as the first born, but also the responsibility of being the older sister to many. In those days, that meant much more than it does in today’s world. It meant acting as surrogate mother, and with that went a lot of hard work. When she was twelve years old, she and her family moved into the town of Wilkie. Rose attended McClurg School in Wilkie. In the early years we know that times were very hard for Grandma William, and Rose was called upon to help out with her younger brothers and sisters. It was evident throughout Rose’s life that she had a strong bond with each of her brothers and sisters. In 1941, Rose married Kasper Ziegler at Port Albernie on Vancouver Island. They moved back to the home place northeast of Wilkie in 1942. Rose married Kasper for life. Her children never thought of her in any other terms. She came from a time when it was customary to show support and be by the side of her mate always. It was simply not her way to do otherwise. Seldom did a cross word pass between Rose and Kasper. They raised their five children in the Starview District until Kasper passed away in May, 1971. In August of 1971, Rose moved her house to Wilkie. Kasper had built the house on the farm with the notion it would be moved into town. Soon after moving to Wilkie, Rose became active in the C.W.L. She was a very active and willing community worker.Rose held the positions of Secretary and President of the C.W.L, worked with a catering group for twelve years, and along with the assistance of others, prepared and served funeral lunches.
39: Rose was a devout Catholic who practiced her faith daily. For instance, you could open a cupboard door in her kitchen and find the Ten Commandments taped inside. In the parish, Rose was a Eucharistic Minister, Reader, and took communion to homes and hospitals. Along with Martha Liedel, she opened the religious supply store for the C.W.L Rose was an active participant in many volunteer groups which included Courtesy Car driver, Meals-On-Wheels, membership collector for the Oblate Missionary Association and volunteer canvassing for the Annual Bishop’s Appeal. In the community, she worked many hours at the Community Centre Booth. Rose actively participated with the New Horizon: she was a Member, Board Member, Secretary and Secretary-Treasurer. She enjoyed being a regular Bingo caller. Rose loved games such as carpet bowling and, of course, cards! She played Schmeer Monday afternoons with a group from the neighbourhood – this was better known as “Pie Day” to her children. She played Whist on Wednesdays at the New Horizon, cribbage at the tournaments during the winter months, Kaiser with friends and family, Hand-and-Foot Canasta every Friday and Saturday and some evenings. She also made time to play cards with the residents at Poplar Courts. As Aunt, Godmother, neighbour, and friend, each of you will have your own special memory of Rose. We know that Rose took great pleasure in her relationship with her extended family and truly valued those relationships. A selfless individual, Rose always put the interests of others first. This was one of her strongest character traits. It was sometimes a source of frustration among her children as they would sometimes want their mother to put her own interests first. It just wasn’t her way, and we all learned from this. Rose had a thirst for knowledge. She loved to read, travel and engage in all kinds of activities to broaden her knowledge. She was a “Curious George” and “Doubting Thomas”. It would not surprise any of you to know that rose secretly desired to be a teacher. We hope that rose knew that she fulfilled this role in teaching by example. One of Rose’s children’s memories is seeing their mom stealing the last rays of sunlight as she read her books. Rose was a very tolerant person, but there was one thing she could not abide and that was DIRT! We recall an event during one of her last days in her house. She was walking across her kitchen with the aid of a walker. She was making very slow progress. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen and with what was clearly a lot of effort, bent over and picked up a piece of lint off her kitchen floor. Another similar event happened when Rose went to the doctor’s office for the last time. They were leaving Paulette’s house and Ken had helped Rose down the front steps. Rose was slowly following with her walker and she called for Ken to stop and come back to her. She told him to turn around, and then picked a piece of hair off his jacket. Rose’s sense of organization extended to her funeral plans. Most everything you have witnessed today has been at her request. True to the end. Rose was known to her children as “Mom” or “Mother Rosa”. She had her favourites among her children and grandchildren: all of them. She was able to divide her time among her children and grandchildren in such a way that each of us knew that we were special to her. Rose was known as “Granny” or “Grandma” to her grandchildren. It is the way of life that grandparents are given the chance to relive the joys of their own children through their grandchildren. Granny took full advantage of this and gave her love to her grandchildren in the same way that she felt for her own children. As grandchildren, we all remember the image of our Grandmother greeting us at the top of the stairs, smelling the wonderful scent of baking or cooking from her kitchen, and seeing her wave good-bye at the kitchen window as we drove away. Rose Ziegler travelled through the seasons of life, and with the end of the seasons, our Mother and Grandmother died in the fall, and we lay her to rest with her life’s partner.
40: Kasper Ziegler | In Loving Memory
41: Happy 35th Anniversary! To our loving parents, we hope that you enjoyed reading this book as much as we enjoyed making it for you. Going through all the pictures and thinking of our fondest memories was a great experience for us...almost as great as it was living it. We want you to know how proud we are that you are our parents, and how truly grateful we are for having been given the opportunity to live these experiences together as a family. We only hope that we make you as proud of us as we are of you. Love always and forever, Carolyn, Gary, Dean & Kevin