Fred (FR) McClelland

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under the heavens:

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

God has made everything beautiful in its time.

I know that there is nothing better for people

than to be happy and to do good while they live.

That each of them may eat and drink,

and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God.

Greetings to all of you who have come today for what Fred wanted to be

a happy service, a celebration of life.

However we must acknowledge that today

is a time for both sorrow and joy...

sorrow that a good man has gone from our lives,

and joy for the gift of his presence throughout his 91 years.

The poet William Blake spoke well when he wrote:

Joy and woe are woven fine

under every grief and pine

runs a joy with silken twin.

It is right it should be so.

We were made for joy and woe

Traditionally on such an occasion as this,

a white stole would be appropriate

but because of Fred's request for a happy service,

I wear this stole of many colours.

It reflects the truth that even though there is now an empty chair in the family,

a tear in the fabric of the community

this is a celebration of having had Fred live large in the lives of those who loved him.

The number of people who have come to the visitations,

are here now, have supported the family in so many ways,

all indicate how well-thought-of Fred was.

Fred McClelland, Freddie, FR, child of God,

died with dignity on October the 9th with his family all around him.

Fred wrote a summary of his life.

Being humble, it took only 2 pages

In those two pages

it became apparent how important family was to him.

Listen carefully to this part.

In 2018 the gang gave me a big 90 celebration with 100% in attendance. What a day!!!

And then we ran into Christmas and had another 100% clan gathering.

What an absence the family will experience, is experiencing already.

Joan told me that not long after Fred's death, as she was sitting at home,

music playing in the background,

serendipitously, a song came on that seemed almost a message from Fred.

“I'll Be Gone” by Norah Jones and Mavis Staples

Just gone....

That's what it feels like when someone dies.

Especially at first.

Before their presence eventually just becomes a comfortable part of you

as you carry on.

In Judeo-Christian scriptures,

the prophet Isaiah offers many words of faith and comfort.

I paraphrase one of his messages here:

God's beloved shall renew their strength;

they shall mount up with wings as eagles;

they shall run and play with grandchildren, and not be weary;

they shall stroll in the woods, play golf, and not faint.

Prayer

O God, creator of all life

Trusting in your love and care, we accept death as part of life

We feel now the pain of parting with this loved one,

even as we give you thanks for the gift of having had Fred among us

Surround us now with the presence of your spirit

as we worship you and pay tribute to him

May this time of remembering together enable the family

to take up their lives again with a sense of peace and assurance

that the life they have loved, has been returned to the One who gave it,

and that in in life, in death, in life beyond death, we are not alone.

You are with us. Thanks be to you Amen

Eulogies

Sammy Jo, Baylee, Brittany and Brianna

Meditation

Like many a senior person here may have done, I bought my first car, a Ford, of course, from Fred McClelland, and it was a positive experience. I really didn't have contact with him over the years, until recently when I would occasionally see him at community or seniors' things and we would exchange friendly greetings.

I always felt he was a solid, salt of the earth, good guy, who walked this world with dignity and I respected him.

It came as a big surprise when he called me from ARCH and asked me to conduct his funeral, Later he said he asked me because he liked my sense of humour.

First time I knew a sense of humour was a qualification for conducting a funeral.

Life-long learning!

Afterwards in talking to the family I learned more about who he was.

The family told me:

… that his family came first and foremost with him, he had a heart of gold, he was hard working/always working at something, a good provider, had the best sense of humour around.

…that he loved: the outdoors, being at the hunt camp, playing with his kids and grandkids, sports; both playing, coaching, and watching, hockey, baseball, golf.

...that he was very smart and had a special gift

for math and remembering dates and events

Fred also liked dancing and music.

His favourite singer was Johnny Cash and especially the song, Man in Black.

I think Fred felt a kinship with the words that Cash wrote.

Let's listen to them now

Man in Black

Scripture

1 Corinthians 13...selected verses

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,

I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,

and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to death,

but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.

It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;

it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. …..

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.

Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

The most familiar part of this, of course, is Paul's eloquent definition of what love is.

It's read at many a wedding, perhaps it was read at Joan and Fred's.

The ideals expressed in it are high and not easily attained,

but basic to what love really is. I believe they were basic to what Fred aspired to.

Except for the part that says...

“When I became a man I gave up childish ways.”

I guess it depends on how you interpret childish ways.

For,

Who loves more unconditionally than a child …

before judgment and discrimination are learned?

Who laughs or cries more readily than a child....

before learning self- control ?

Who is more open to new learning, new experiences, new thoughts …

than a child, before becoming set in ones ways?

If you google attributes of childhood, you will find some lovely characteristics

humour, curiosity, sense of adventure, appreciation, hopefulness, resilience, resourcefulness, noticing things, a desire to participate, open to newness and learning

If these are indeed childish ways,

may we not put them behind us when we become adults

Fred clearly didn't...

He embraced the lessons he learned as a child from his beloved mother,

He experienced a sense of wonder and appreciation

when he walked through the bush on a fall day,

he was fully engaged in life

when he adventurously waterskiied with his brothers across the lake and down the river, he was a full participant teaching his kids and grandkids to water-ski,

he demonstrated resourcefulness and resilience

in the myriad of jobs he tackled and was successful at,

he embraced playing with his grandkids,

he was open to new ways and problem-solving,

he lived love in his family and with his neighbours,

he embraced the message in Jonny Cash's Man in Black,

and as Marnie said, “he had the best sense of humour around”.

There's a certain “meme” online that says

Bob is...something, something

Be like Bob.

I would like to write one that says

Fred is a child of God

Fred is young at heart.

Be like Fred

So this daywe might conclude

Let's not put away those positive child-like ways,

but embrace and cultivate them for

It's those kind of people that live love who help make life worth living,

people, like Fred, who no matter how old, are forever young.

Prayer

O God, you who knows each one of us intimately

and in whose eyes, each is precious and beloved;

You, who have created and are creating,

you, who are constantly and mysteriously making all things new,

we give you thanks for the gift of life,

and especially this day we give thanks for the life of Fred R. McClelland

We thank you for all that he was, all that he is,

and all that he will continue to be in the hearts and minds of those who knew him.

We are grateful for the healing gift of memory

which will keep Fred near and dear in heart and mind

even though he is physically … gone.

As we remember Fred today we pray for others who mourn, here and in every place.

We ask that you would visit them with your peace,

pour your comfort into their hearts

and wipe the tears from their eyes.

These things we pray in the name of our brother Jesus,

as we commend Fred’s spirit into God’s loving care.

Blessed be God, Creator, and Source of Light,

who has caused the light of Christ to shine upon you, Fred.

Go forth from this world, ….

in the love of God who created you,

in the grace of Christ who leads you home

and on the wings of the holy Spirit who bears all people up.

In communion with all the faithful, may you dwell this day in peace. Amen

Blessing:

May God bless you and keep you.

May God’s face shine upon you and be gracious unto you

May God look upon you and give you peace. Amen

And now a final blessing and commissioning in song from Pete Seeger:

“Forever Young”

Paraphrase of “The Lord is My Shepherd”

read at Port Findlay Cemetery

You Lord are my companion and inspiration. I want for nothing

You accompany me as I walk the Haughten Prairie and the golf course

and are in the boat with me and my family on the lovely waters of Diamond lake

You refresh my soul you guide me in right pathways as my mother taught them to me.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil: for you are with me;

my bride and my family wait upon me, keep me company, and honour me,

my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life:

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Tom’s Eulogy

It used to be Uncle RK up here in moments such as this, the closest that I can do to match that is to switch to my reading glasses and wear an old cardigan sweater with requisite elbow patches. Advise-wise, I took direction from Fred last week, “I don’t want a solemn affair, you gotta get a few laughs, tell some old stories……here goes…..

Thanks Faye, Sammy, Baylee, Britt and Brianna for all of those meaningful thoughts. One other grand-daughter, Emily, is in Europe, Belgium today, I think. Em couldn’t be here. She Skyped with Gramps last week and took his direction to have fun, enjoy her trip…..regardless, I will say a few words on her behalf (Dramatic shuffle of papers)……. “Gramps, you were a Tough Old Bastard”

I went to camp on Sunday to be alone and jot down these few thoughts. I vaguely remember somewhere, sometime where Fred was asked whether there was some place that he liked to go to and be alone…..his reply, “the outdoor shitter”…….valid point.

OLD STORIES AND FAMILY LORE…..Fred told them often and repeatedly…and they were always a great source of entertainment to grandkids, kids, cousins, anyone that was fortunate enough to be within earshot….here are a few favorites that I have heard many times over.

Young Freddie has a very strong attachment to his mother, Fanny Carter. Once asked to describe who his hero was, it was his Mom. We heard many times over how Fanny was up on the “Company Bluffs” picking blueberries, 48 years old, the day before she gave birth to Fred….we heard how she would be knitting socks in her rocking chair, fall asleep, and the knitting needles would not stop….we heard of when young Freddie had a bad cold his mother would rub “medicated ointment” on his chest, and if his Dad, Fred Sr had the same cold, he would just take a spoonful of that same ointment….when Fred and Aust were able to save up a few dollars they bought Fanny a used fridge, it replaced an old icebox and that was a very big deal.

CHILDHOOD IN GORDON LAKE

On Groundhog day there was somehow an expression back then that “this is the day that the bear comes out”, Fred got to thinking about that and stayed home from school that day. Once his mother determined the reason and the story got out, it became a great source of entertainment…Aunt Frant called Fred every year after that, on Feb 2nd to remind him of it.

Uncle RK was most admired by the younger siblings. The older siblings, Merrill, Edna and Audrey all smoked, RK instructed Frant, Aust and Fred to not take up this habit and none ever did. RK was also very caring and generous and he bought the first bicycle ever in the area, right out of the “Eatons Catalog”, Aust, Fred and maybe Francis allegedly rode it more than RK ever did.

When Aust first went to school, a sulking Freddie hid from his mother for a number of days. Fanny told the teacher what was taking place and the teacher advised her to send Fred to school. So despite being 15 months younger, thereafter, he was always in the same grade as Aust….but not without problems….one day he and Aust engaged in a fistfight behind the school and most of the students lined up along the rail fence to watch the fight. Fred remembers his mother finding out about this and being very disappointed and that put an end to the fights between those two.

One day Fred was throwing hard pieces of mud at some starlings. At a point he “misfired” and struck Francis directly in the nose and the blood really flowed. Fred Sr got ahold of Freddie and “the braces stayed up, the pants came down, the buttons flew and that big hand caught both cheeks hard.

ANIMALS

Oddly, there only seemed to be one dog that was ever mentioned, a little dog named Blackie that used to ride on the running board of the 29 Plymouth. When Blackie died (possibly shot) he was buried out behind the stable, a marker on his grave and Aunt Frant officiated the service.

Cub, Sandy and George were big draft horses; Sandy and George went by train to the lumber camps near Hearst with Fred and his Dad for four winters in a row to work on the ice roads, hauling pulp logs. One winter the train arrived and it was found that Sandy and George had kicked their way out of the boxcar and had fallen off of the train. This was a devastating financial disaster as this was their means of income. A few hours later a shout went up and Sandy and George walked into the lumber camp, somehow unhurt, having followed the train tracks. This event was apparently in the Sault Star. I looked at the archives but could not find it.

A ram lived on the Homestead and it was always charging at everyone. RK rigged up a stout pole on some kind of a pulley system, the ram charged, the pole swung and the ram was knocked out cold….it never allegedly charged again.

These stories are very plentiful but I shouldn’t go on and on….here are some Story Titles that you can ask me about later :

THE DAY BILLY FRASERS BARN ROOF BLEW OFF

GERMAN POW’S OVER THE SNOWBANKS

I HAYED ALL SUMMER AND EARNED ONE DOLLAR

HALLOWEEN FUN WITH DYNAMITE ALMOST GOES BAD

MIDNIGHT BATH FOR UNCLE AB IN A COLD NOVEMBER CREEK

NOVEMBER SNOWMOBILING WITHOUT SNOW

Fred was fortunate enough to be as sharp as a tack until the very end. We asked him that, if possible, he give us some signs that his present journey is going well. Sitting in his LazyBoy at camp on Sunday, I saw a rainbow on 2 occasions. I also saw 5 ducks laying on the camp dock, noses tucked in feathers, out of the wind. I had never seen this before. I thought of the siblings from the 5 camps in the bay. Was that a sign ? Who knows. Watch for these little things would be my advice.

His Most Famous Story……Tough Street…..when a grandchild was feeling bad for themselves it was “What street do you live on?” The reply, “Tough St”, “Yep, and on Tough St, the farther you go down the tougher they are, and you live at the very end.” Fred sure did live on Tough St for a long time and it pleases me to say that he is now living at the intersection of Peaceful and Easy streets.

Lastly and necessarily (because of emotions), Fred was once asked to describe the best day of his Life….his response…..”17th of April, 1954, the day I married my Bride”

Thank You

Good morning, for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Sammy Jo Ashley (grandpa was the only one who ever called me Ashley). I am one of the 8 grandchildren and mother to one of the 3 great grandsons. I am not the favourite, however, grandma will be happy to tell you Orry is the favourite, though she loves us all. A few months ago grandpa called me, which was not out of the ordinary. He would often call to see what the final score in a late hockey game was or what the time Blue Jays played if he couldn’t find it on his TV guide. This time was different, he asked if I would speak at his service – and I told him I would try my best.

Grandpa was an absolutely amazing man – I think we all know that. He was kind, calm, caring, funny, extremely intelligent, old fashioned (he liked to say he was from the old school), loving and tough. We never had to be someone we weren’t with grandpa, he loved us for exactly who we were with absolutely no judgment – just love and understanding. After my dad passed away (almost 12 years ago) I spent a lot of time with grandpa and grandma and we created a very special bond the three of us. I can honestly say I wouldn’t be who I am today without their love and support over the past 12 years. They filled a hole in my heart and taught me to be strong.

It would be impossible for me to stand up here and talk about the love grandpa had for each of us without including grandma in that. The love they shared was one of the most beautiful things I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing. Their love was so genuine, true and balanced. This amazing love has created so much: 4 wonderful children, 8 amazing grandchildren (including 10 spouses who gram and gramps love as their own), and 3 great grandsons. They shared 65 amazing years of marriage – which we got to celebrate in April with a successful surprise party. Watching the way they cared for each other and supported each other over the years has been a true blessing. Over the past few years wile grandpa was sick his little nurse Joanie took wonderful care of him. Watching the gentle way grandma cared for grandpa over the past few weeks was a beautiful reminder of the truest form of love and we are forever grateful for getting to witness this love first hand.

Now I can’t talk about grandpa without sharing how tough he was – almost as tough as his tough Norwegian bride. He always told us he grew up on tough street.. last house. And this couldn’t be more true. Since his first diagnosis in 2014 grandpa had been fighting, fighting to stay here for all of us because he knew we needed him. Any of his doctors will tell you what a true miracle he was. His strength came from his deep love for his family and the support he received from his bride. Despite many health problems and the never-ending cancer, he held on for us, for special events he knew he had to be present for:

- February 2015: the birth of his first great grandchild Lakyn

- June 2016:

o Bill and Mal’s wedding

o My wedding where he had the very special role of walking me down the aisle and giving me away

o Dakota’s high school graduation

o Baylee’s Grade 8 graduation

- June 2017: the birth of his second great grandchild Boone

- July 2017: Brittany and Chris’ wedding

- July 2018: the birth of his third great grandchild Finn

- April 2019: his 65th wedding anniversary with his young bride

- August 2019: Brianna and Seans wedding where he was up dancing

He told us later how much this hurt him at the time but he knew he had to do it. We will all forever have that memory with him. He loved us all so much, he fought through so much pain that we could never understand or thank him enough for.

Now I have a few memories I would like to share on behalf of my brothers and then Baylee will share on behalf of her and Dakota.

Orry – One of my earliest memories of grandpa was in the orange blossom special. Gramps would say giver her Orry and I’d say giver her grandpa and I’d pin it and his comb over would fly around in the wind.

Bill - I remember playing with toys in the living room at grandpa and grandmas and gramps would always be sawing logs in his chair behind me.

Bill - He made me very proud when he hiked into the Bush and downed a deer at 85 years old.

Me - One is my favourite memories with grandpa was at my wedding during our father-daughter dance. We were waltzing and I don’t know how to waltz and grandpa and I both found it very funny. Shaylan got a great picture of us both laughing about this.

Me - my fondest memories are is grandpa and my son Boone. Every time we visited Boone would sit in grandpas lap and he would sing him a song or read him a book or they would tease one-another. Boone would take grandpas cane and grandpa would take Boone’s hat. He lit up when he saw his three great grandsons and they will never forget “grampsy”.

Grandpa made a few things very clear over the past few weeks. The first was how much he loved each of us and how he didn’t want us to be sad because he was excited to go to Heaven to be reunited with his loved ones and free from pain. The second was for us all to take cate of Grandma. So, I ask that if any of you are ever thinking about grandpa, please call up Grandma. Go visit her, take her for lunch, go for a walk, have a nice chat, go swimming or book a tee time - she may be 89 but she’s up for just about anything. Grandpa would really appreciate that.

In conclusion, I’d like to share one of Grandpa’s journal entries that we recently found: “Let’s see – have I forgot anything? If I have just give me a call – I’ll send down my phone number when I arrive at my destination. Oh yes and I’ll try and reserve some extra rooms for you all. See you much later I hope. Luve you all! Freddie.”

We love you too grandpa ❤️

Grampa Fred,

I know you said you didn’t want tears. While I am better than most at holding them back (I've got a streak of McClelland in me) I figured it was safest to write this down.

Thank you for being my Grampa. Thank you for tucking me in at night when I was just a wee little gaffer and telling me to “close my little peepers”. Thanks for teaching me proper hand hygiene and how to “warsh” my hands before and after all meals. Thanks for never turning me away as an adult when I was just popping in for a visit.

I’ll always cherish our times in Florida, in the house on Government Road, or at Diamond. PS thanks for judging overwhelming diving board or moss meal competitions all of those years.

I’ll never forget our back roads tour of the 638, Dunn's Valley and Desbarats that we took with my Dad. I’ll do my best to remember all of the stories you told along the way (something about walking 5 miles to see somebody's barn roof blown off in a storm).

My favourite times were listening to you recount all of your memories from getting slapped on the knuckles at school all because you were a lefty, to whipping your sled at POW's, to taking the train for hockey tournaments and finding sleeping conductors or lost horses. I could have listened to those stories for hours on end..

It hurts my heart to know you were so uncomfortable for so long and I wish I could have taken any bit of that pain on for you. You are the toughest person that I know but it is ok to let go. I am so glad the decision rests in your hands because nobody knows what you are going through. I am so happy to know your siblings and Uncle Steve will be waiting for you.

We will look after Gramma and take care of her.

I love you and I will miss you.

Rest easy,

Lee

Oh Grandpa, the things we love about you:

The way you make us laugh. Whether it’s a joke, a poke, a comment or a story, you’re surely never boring!

Your tidiness and need for napkins. We have to have those to be sure no mess happens.

The way you watched us in the water at Diamond. Diving, jumping, bickering and perhaps a little crying. You’d always be our “jumping judge” and gave us tieing scores, we’d complain and you’d never budge. Fair is fair you’d say and us little girls would get on with our day.

Your stories are something we will cherish forever. They are vivid, feel good and often exciting, always leaving us feeling delighted. They helped us paint a picture of what life was like from the time you were an adult and a wee tyke!

Watching sports is always a treat, unless your team admits defeat. Curling, hockey and some football too, we always have time to watch with you.

We love eating coconut cream pie and having a tea, and see you light up as you eat it with glee. A sweet-tooth you have that will always be shared, we will eat desserts without a care.

We love chatting with you on the boat house and deck. Sitting in the sun and catching some rays, I tell ya, those are the days.

We love the way that you’d sing your songs. “Spanish Guitar,” “Ching, Ching” and the “Isle of Capris.” You sung with rhythm, conviction and a laugh here and there, hitting those notes and finding your flare.

We loved our road trips with you and driving around. Florida, Sudbury, back roads and all over town. Your Ford vehicles were always a smooth ride and boy did you drive those with loads of pride.

We love the walks down the old camp road or in the bush. We love your landmark stories and stories of hunts. Some were fruitful and others were duds.

We love the way you look at Gram. She’s your woman and you’re her man. The love between you always shines, forever role models in your grandchildren’s minds.

The thing I love most of all, is how you love us and love us all. You hug us and kiss us and squeeze us tight and it’s at that point we know, all will be right.

The impact you’ve had is greater than words. We will cherish all of our memories and hold them tight. You’ve influenced in ways which we can never put into words. You’ve been a friend, a cousin, an uncle, a brother, a dad and the greatest grandpa we’ll ever have.

We’re forever grateful for the memories we’ve made and we promise you that they’ll never fade.

I’m the youngest of eight grandchildren. I was grandpa’s baby. He was my best friend.

He was the one I looked up to the most, and the first person I wanted to share exciting news

with. He was my biggest supporter and my number one fan. My greatest accomplishment and

biggest goal in life is to make him proud. For the past 17 years he was my hero and my greatest

role model. I like to think I gained his greatest qualities, one being his sense of humour. He was

the one person who could continually put a smile on anyone’s face. When he asked Sammy to

speak at his service today, he told me that if she needed some support, he wanted me to be the

tough one up here with her. It is a great honour for me to be able to share words at his wishes.

He and I shared a special bond and I will always cherish the memories we have. when I was a

little girl, every day I would ride my bike up the hill to my grandparent’s house. He would see

me coming and open the door to tell me to be careful because he didn’t want to have to

bandage me up. I would just smile and go inside. One particular day when my mom was at

work, Dakota and I went to visit grandpa. Dakota was riding his bike and I was walking beside

him. But on the way back home he was going down the hill and I decided to start running in my

flip flops to keep up to him. I ended up back at their house with a gash in my knee and grampa

fixed me up. He washed the dirt out of it and put on the biggest bandaid he could find and

wrapped a tensor bandage around it. I’m not too sure where grama - the nurse was, but good

thing I had him.

Grandpa was also known for not liking to get his hands dirty. He would have no problem

gutting a deer, but he’d have to eat a cookie with a fork and knife. And one afternoon, before I

was around, my brother caught a fish off the dock at our family camp and told my grandpa he

wanted to eat it. So, for him, my grandpa took the fish and filleted it. Now he may have just had

his hands covered in fish guts, but you can bet he ended up eating it with a fork and knife.

Diamond lake is a special place for our family. For my brother and I, we spent a lot of

time there as kids. Grandma and grandpa would pick us up and bring the two of us out while

my mom was at work. As soon as we got there, we would run down to the dock to go fishing.

After every fish that was caught, we would run up to the camp to show grandpa and every time,

he would give us a thumbs up and say “a1 atta go!” That was the greatest joy we had, proudly

showing him every catch, and the smile on his face made it that much better. He would watch

us for hours and never get tired of it. Even now that we’re 17 and 21, he was still the first

person we’d yell for from the dock to show him our big catch. We’ll be thinking of you after

every catch grandpa, holding it up for you to see in heaven.

MCCLELLAND, Fred (FR) - Peacefully with family by his side on October 9, 2019 at the age of 91. Loving spouse of Joan "The Bride" for 65 years. Special Dad of the late Stephen, Shelley Evoy (Levis Vallee), Tom (Tracey Mersereau), and Marnie (Perry Inch). Cherished grampa of Orry (Lacey), Billy (Malerie), Sammy -Jo (Brett), Brittany (Chris), Brianna (Sean), Emily (Taylor), Dakota (Hunter) and Baylee. Proud great gramps of Lakyn, Boone and Finn. Predeceased by his siblings Edna (Jim), Merrill (Grace), Audrey (George), RK (Emma), Frances (Kenny) and Austin. Survived by his sister in law Fay. Predeceased by Joan's siblings Arnold (Florence) and Harold (Jackie). Family and friends may visit at Arthur Funeral Home - Barton & Kiteley Chapel (492 Wellington St. E.) on Tuesday, October 15th, 2019 from 6-9 pm. Celebration of life service to be held in the chapel on Wednesday, October 16th at 11 am. Mrs. Fay Stevens officiating. Interment Port Findlay Cemetery. Memorial contributions (payable by cheque) to ARCH, Sault Area Hospital Cancer Care Fund or to Tracy's Dream would be appreciated. Fred wished to thank all health care providers that had been involved in his health care over the past years and also wanted to especially thank Dr.'s Pearce and Ishak from Sudbury Cancer Care Clinic, Dr. Rassouli (and especially nurse Paula), Dr. Woolner, Dr. Fritz and all of the staff at ARCH.

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MCCLELLAND, Fred (FR) - Peacefully with family by his side on October 9, 2019 at the age of 91. Loving spouse of Joan "The Bride" for 65 years.

Special Dad of the late Stephen, Shelley Evoy (Levis Vallee), Tom (Tracey Mersereau), and Marnie (Perry Inch). Cherished grampa of Orry (Lacey), Billy (Malerie), Sammy -Jo (Brett), Brittany (Chris), Brianna (Sean), Emily (Taylor), Dakota (Hunter) and Baylee. Proud great gramps of Lakyn, Boone and Finn. Predeceased by his siblings Edna (Jim), Merrill (Grace), Audrey (George), RK (Emma), Frances (Kenny) and Austin. Survived by his sister in law Fay. Predeceased by Joan's siblings Arnold (Florence) and Harold (Jackie). Family and friends may visit at Arthur Funeral Home - Barton & Kiteley Chapel (492 Wellington St. E.) on Tuesday, October 15th, 2019 from 6-9 pm. Celebration of life service to be held in the chapel on Wednesday, October 16th at 11 am. Rev. Faye Stevens officiating. Interment Port Findlay Cemetery. Memorial contributions (payable by cheque) to ARCH, Sault Area Hospital Cancer Care Fund or to Tracy's Dream would be appreciated. Fred wished to thank all health care providers that had been involved in his health care over the past years and also wanted to especially thank Dr.'s Pearce and Ishak from Sudbury Cancer Care Clinic, Dr. Rassouli (and especially nurse Paula), Dr. Woolner, Dr. Fritz and all of the staff at ARCH.