Growing up on the farm by Three Hills AB, we had to make up our own entertainment. Tobogganing in the winter and we had lots of snow in those days. One time, Raymond and Les tore apart a stack of bales and put it all together hollow inside as a fort. You had to crawl on your hands and knees to get in, even the dog would go in. Raymond never ever ever wanted to be a farmer. previous to moving to Calgary in 1963, he had bought himself a car. back then can you imagine a farm kid coming from the country into a city where none of the young fellas had cars, he had a lot of friends then. He also had a lot of integrity. Raymond‘s passion was his children and doing the very best he could to give them a good life. Your siblings are going to miss you, Raymond. We all loved you and now you’re at your real home. Love you, bro.
