Sulo Heikki Pohjoisrinne

Cherished and loving husband of the late Lahja Pohjoisrinne for 55 years. Beloved father of Terry (Nancy) and Paula Boissineau (late Dave). Proud Pappa of Kyla (Kye), Teija and Mya, Jon, Derek and Michael; Great-Grandpa of Sohvi. Brother of Anja (late Reijo) and Erkki (Anja). Brother-in-law of Kirsti and predeceased by Martti, Kerttu, Jouko and Hilkka. Sulo will be missed by many nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. Friends are invited to the Arthur Funeral Home – Barton & Kiteley Chapel (492 Wellington Street East 705-759-2522; maximum of 40 people, masks are required) on Friday, October 9, 2020 between 1:00 p.m. and 1:50 p.m. Funeral to take place in the Chapel at 2:00 p.m., Bishop Harri Heimonen, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints officiating. Interment to take place at Greenwood Cemetery. Memorial contributions to the Ontario Finnish Resthome Association or the Heart & Stroke Foundation would be appreciated by the family. Please visit Arthur Funeral Home website obituaries to leave memories and condolences as a keepsake for the family.

Paula's Words

Dad was a man of few words , when it came to emotions. And like him, my words are not many, but difficult to let from my heart. As a child, dad was my Superman, strong, proud , and independent. I watched him closely as he faithfully provided for our family. He was a man of wonder in my life. Dad's greatest lessons in life, developed deep in my person; to be strong, independent and appreciate the gift of hard work. I am so thankful for his guidance. Dad was known for his countless stories and jokes he shared to bring joy to others. For the past few years, as we shared the gift of many hours together during visits home. As he continued to share, I learned of our family history, and how he saw the world, people and his family. His stories were his expression of his feelings and emotions as you watched his face. I will miss my safe haven with Dad. I sought refuge with him as the world became overwhelming and I saw he understood. Thank you Dad for letting me need you. I hold deep in my heart the time we had to become friends. Thank you Dad. .......Although he always knew........The words you shared with me, these are my biggest treasure. Your are still my superman. I love you Daddy

Paula's Memories

Isä will be remembered for some of his childhood mischievous stories he told with grinning face. Like cutting down a neighbours apple tree after chasing him and his friends off of the property and refusing them apples. The tree somehow was relocated to the top of the local bluff.

He told stories of post WWII as a child. He and his friends found a hidden stock of guns and explosives left by the soldiers. They kept these precious items a secret. Target practice became their thrill, and to the local police, an irritation. They would practice then run to town only to watch the officer run back and forth trying to figure out who and where the shooting was coming from. They finally had to give up the treasure after blowing up a local pond with explosives.

My greatest thoughts are of a man, who never quite knew what to do with this little girl that entered his life. But, often to Mom's displeasure, he was the one who quietly supported all independent ventures with a wink in the back ground. Teaching her to drive at 11 years old, buying the first car, moving out for independence, moving away to experience the world. Yet as years passed and Mom was called home, this man and this little girl, as he called me, we found a wonderful world of friendship and support. We walked through grief and pain together …quietly. Our visits became timeless treasures of sky and star gazing, watching airplanes and wondering where people go. Working on projects side by side….at least what girls are allowed to do….fireplace talks for hours with hockey in the background. Early morning coffee while the sun came up, and talks with sunsets as our days closed. So this little girl will miss her Daddy, even as an adult. He knew just what to do….I loved his way.

Every orange sky , and every plane overhead will always remind me of my Father's Love.

Kyla's Words

Over the last few weeks I have had the privilege of watching life come into this world with the birth of my daughter. I have been able to experience the sweet presence of a newborn straight from heaven. I have also been able to see life leave this earth with the passing of pappa. There was a peacefulness as his spirit left his body. I have been able to reflect on these two experiences and it reminds me of a quote from a man named Russel M Nelson. He states

“Life does not begin with birth, nor does it end with death. Prior to our birth, we dwelled as spirit children with our Father in Heaven.”

I know that we lived before we came to this earth and we will continue to live once we leave. Our Heavenly Father loves us and created a plan where we could come to this earth to learn and find happiness. Pappa embodied this heavenly love and shared his happiness as he lived his life and served his family. I remember the thoughtfulness and love pappa showed towards me in everyday things. He shared his favourite music, told jokes, and always made sure we left his house with full bellies. He always shared the produce from his garden with me and brought me flowers on my birthday. He lived a full life and was a man of many talents. He truly fulfilled his purpose here on earth.

Because he led a good life I know he will be welcomed into heaven and reunited with his loved ones.

The scriptures teach:

"And then shall it come to pass, that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow. The soul shall be restored to the body, and the body to the soul; yea, and every limb and joint shall be restored to its body; yea, even a hair of the head shall not be lost; but all things shall be restored to their proper and perfect frame."

Pappa is resting in peace and will be restored to health and his prime. I also know he will continue to love and serve those he is with in the next life.

Russell m Nelson also states

“Moreover, we can’t fully appreciate joyful reunions later without tearful separations now. The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.”

I know that pappa has been reunited with his loved ones and the reunion in heaven is a happy one. Though we will miss him now, our reunion with our loved ones in the next life will be made even sweeter.

Anja's Story

My story begins when I was ten or twelve of age. Now to back up a bit, Sulo loved to sew clothes and had taken tailoring in Finland and had in fact worked in a ladies suit clothiers shop prior to moving to Canada. So when it was deemed necessary that I aquire a new dress, he, of coarse determined he should be the one to take me shopping. I must admit I loved all this attention bestowed on me by my older brother! He showed impeccable taste in what he chose for me, but the catch was, I had to model the outfit for his discerning eye. This continued until I was sixteen, at which time I balked and became embarrassed by the modelling. He was a very handsome man and what tickled me, was watching the sales ladies gushing and blushing in their haste to please him. I've always remembered this as our special time together.

Terry's Words and Stories

Finn Thanks

Haluan puhua hetken ensiksi Suomeksi. Kiitoksia läsnäolostanne. Täällä ollessa otamme hetken muistamaan ja kunnioittamaan isää ja hänen elamää. Yritämme käyttää nykyaijan teknoloogiaa lähetää tämän tilaisuuden Suomeen, Amerriikkaan ja Kanadan länteen että kaikilla olisi mahdolilsuus osallistua.

Tämä Suomea puhuva piiri oli tosin tärkeä isälle ja hän puhui teistä usein sydämmellisesti.

Vaikka on paljon matkaa täälta sinne missä ollete, tiedämme että olette hengessä mukana. Kiitän teitä perheen jäseniä, ja hyviä ystäviä isän puolesta ystävyydestänne.

Nyt jatkan Englanniksi.

A Brief History of Sulo

Sulo was born July 1, 1934 in Käpylä Finland, to his parents Heikki and Hilda Pohjoisrinne, just outside of Helsinki where he lived in the house that his father built. He attended elementary school and witnessed the second world war as a young child. In his teenage years he went to sewing school and became a tailor and established his own small business. About a year after the Helsinki Olympics the family moved to Canada to seek out new opportunities. Dad came first with his dad and secured work and a place to live. They settled in Sault Ste. Marie as it was much like Finland and had a substantial Finnish community. Hilda came later with Eric and Anja, his two younger siblings. The family lived on Orem Ave.and Northern Ave in those early days.

Dad worked with his dad in the forest industry, logging as well as in a few local mines.

Eventually the family bought a dairy farm in Bar River. While working on the farm dad met mom, Lahja Liukkonen, and they were married March 24, 1962 and they moved into the small logging communities North of Sault Ste. Marie. Our family lived in Chapleau, Island Lake, Montreal River, Hawk Junction, Lower Island Lake, in two apartments near Pine Street including the round apartments that are iconic in the city.

Seeking for more secure work to support his family dad went to work at Algoma Steel and remained there until he retired. Dad loved the outdoors especially where hunting and fishing were involved. At Goulais he loved his hobby commercial fishing. Goulais Mission Road was home for many years and finally mom and dad moved the family to Elizabeth St. which really became the home for the family. Between Goulais and Elizabeth street is where mom and dad raised their family and it is these two places that Paula and I remember as home. These are the homes dad worked hard to obtain. Mom and dad saved, sacrificed and raised a family in these places. Now he and mom have moved on one last time to continue the final leg of their journey together.

Memories of WWII

Out walking with his mother Hilda during wold war II, he saw a Russian fighter plane shot down in a dog fight by a Finnish fighter plane. This event was recorded and photographed in one of the historical war books that dad had.

During bombing raids they took shelter in a local bomb shelter. During bombing on one occasion, dad recalled the event of a bomb dropped from a plane, entering a neighbour's house through a basement window and exploding. The force of the explosion blew the house into the air. In the air the house rotated upside down and landed in the inverted position back into the basement. The owner had been away buying groceries and incredibly was not injured. Miraculously all neighbouring homes were undamaged as well as the blast was contained by the basement.

On one occasion while on a winter walk, dad and his parents survived strafing runs of a Russian fighter. On the first run bullets struck the ground just beside them. The plane could be seen turning around for a second run but Heikki instructed dad and his mom to take shelter in a large culvert. The plane passed without further incident and did not return.

Sports

Dad was greatly loved all sports. He played soccer and was a goalie on the Finnish junior hockey team. He played tournaments in Europe, Sweden, Denmark, and Bremen Haven in Germany. His love for sports endured throughout his life. He could most always be found in front of the TV watching Hockey Night in Canada and every four years nothing could avert his attention from the Olympics.

Four Generations

We were blessed by the hand of a good father, whose sacrifice gave us greater opportunity than he had. He left us a great legacy. For a few weeks Dad saw and experienced four generations of living family members with him as the head of that family. What a joy and a blessing that was to him as he saw his family extending into the future.

Don't Hit the Post

Every visitor to the house received one piece of clear sound advice as they were backing out of the driveway. Dad would most often walk out with a visitor and see them to their car. As you back out of the driveway at the Elizabeth street house there is a telephone post at the end of the driveway near the road. The post is situated such that a driver must back out turning a bit to the driver's side to avoid collision. Dad's warning would come just as you began to back out. "Don't hit the post!" he could be heard to say while pointing to the post. This was dad's way of saying don't argue or pick a fight with an immoveable object. This was analogous to how he felt about not impacting or conflicting with immoveable concepts like honesty, integrity, trust, avoiding the dangers of the world and being aware of one's surroundings.

The Nature of Sulo

Dad was a very social person if you got to know him. He always accepted people into his home and offered everyone who came in a treat or a meal. Dad became close friends with the Kim families who had moved to the Sault from Korea. Soon the Kim's were at the Goulais house barbecuing, fishing and enjoying the relaxing effects of the sauna.

During a trip to Calgary to come hunting with me (Terry) he picked up a lone hitch hiker to help a person on their journey and to have someone to talk to as the long miles passed. He often helped travellers like this as his heart was wanting to help a person in difficult circumstances. I once travelled from Winnipeg to the Sault with a group of international students who were travelling to see Canada during the summer. As we pulled into the driveway dad invited the whole group to come in for a meal and rest for the night before continuing on with their journey.

The House on the Corner

Dad was very observant of people and their nature and behaviour. I liken him to Tim Allen in the show Last Man Standing. He could sense when a person was in trouble, concerned about some issue or was a happy person. His observance helped once to close down a drug house in the neighbourhood. Over time dad watched and became concerned about the happenings in one home. Dad observed the comings and goings from that house and soon determined that it was not normal to have so many different people visit at all hours of the day and only stay for a few minutes. He believed that drugs were being sold there. Over time he was able to report his findings to the police who eventually, after a few weeks of surveillance, made arrests and closed down that house. Today there is a nice young family in that house and the community is a bit safer as a result of his concern for his community and neighbours.

A Finn and His Feelings

Dad may have not verbalized his feelings but how he felt about his family was made evident by the sacrifices he made for his family and the loyal dedication to his spouse and his children. There was never any doubt that he loved his family.

Mom and Dad

Dad was one hundred percent loyal to mom. They often nattered at each other but that was their show of affection to each other. Dad loved mom. He may not have often directly expressed it in words but he showed it in everyday things like cooking supper, holding doors and coming to mom's defence when needed. One of the greatest demonstrations of affection was to sacrifice fishing trips to go blue berry picking with mom which mom loved. It was her favourite outdoor activity and they picked from morning until night, weeks on end, through bugs, summer heat and rain. He would sit and talk with mom for hours at a time as they cleaned berries to prepare them for sale.

Memorable was they day mom passed away. After receiving news of mom's passing from Nancy, I walked into Dad's and Pentti's hunting camp and told dad of the news. His first thoughts went to all the events that they had shared together over the last fifty plus years of marriage. It was then that I truly saw how deep his love for mom truly ran. Dad lived up to the old Finnish saying. "I told you I loved you when we got married, if it changes I will let you know." His expressions of love toward mom were seldom heard but often seen.

The Meaning of Time

In the military they say if you are five minutes early you are late. With dad's thoughts on being on time, the military would have been considered showing up late. Dad would often show up twenty minutes or more earlier than agreed. This was not an issue for fishing trips and berry picking but it was a concern to a host who was still preparing precisely timed holiday supper with dad sitting at the table well before the meal was ready. While the meal was still preparing he would often ask "koska syödään?" when are we eating?

The Last Penny

Dad was always concerned that he always meet all of his obligations, down to the last penny. His motto was "pay your debts, to the last penny". Always pay back every cent. When some one ran an errand to the store he would make sure they got paid in cash to the exact penny. He would go to his coin jar and count out the exact amount. It was non-negotiable to round up or down to the nearest dollar, dime, or nickel, it had to be to the exact penny.

Things got a little difficult for dad when Canada eliminated the use of the actual copper penny but kept the one cent tally on receipts. How do you reconcile the value of a penny when one is not available any more?

Earlier this year we came to the Sault, I ran an errand for dad and when I came back from the store dad immediately wanted to reimburse my spending. He gave me a large bill but needed to still give me one more looney. Well, I did not want another coin in my pocket and told him it was not necessary but, he gave it to me anyway. During that visit I would just leave that coin on the table and he would coax me to take it. I thought I would have some fun and left it on the kitchen table when we left to go back home to Thunder Bay. He gave me the dollar as we hugged and said good bye, but as I left, I dropped it back onto the table just before leaving the house. It must have caused him great concern since on our next trip to the Sault the coin was still on the table and the first thing he said to me once we got into the house is "you forgot your dollar". His advice;"Always pay your debts to the last penny".

The Three Seasons of the Year

We think of the year as having four seasons, summer, fall, winter and spring. Dad's concept of the year was a little different. His version of a year only had three seasons, fishing, hunting and to demonstrate his affection for mom he added one more season, blue berry picking season. During this third season for mom, pick they did. They picked hundreds of litres of berries. In good years they picked and sold over a thousand litres of blue Finnish gold. They would pick days and weeks at a time from Sudbury to Wawa to White River. People would call and place orders and would be waiting anxiously to receive their orders when they returned from picking trips. Mom and dad would return home with a picked crop and then they would clean berries in the garage for days and visited with all who came to buy. Baskets that were sold had to be full nothing lacking and clean and ready to eat.

Fond Memories

Memories that I fondly remember include listening with dad to howling wolves while sleeping in a tent and once a cougar. Sitting in a boat with dad while fishing and talking and not talking, just being together. Sitting by the fire in the evenings during hunting trips and telling the same stories over again each year without variation and believing it was the first time the story was ever told. Spending a day in the berry patch with mom and dad and seeing how they loved picking together.

Not a favourite thing was talking about politics. Avoiding politics was always good strategy, hunting, fishing and berries were much safer topics.

Just Ducky and Cold

Dad never went duck hunting but, one day late in the fall he came with me one evening. Ice had formed on the edge of the large pond where I often hunted. Ducks where in the water at the far end about two hundred yards away and we put the canoe in at the opposite end. The plan was to have dad in the canoe in the middle of the pond, I would skirt around to flush them up to fly past dad and he would get a chance at a shot or two. I skirted, ducks flushed and dad had the opportunity to shoot. I had given him some twelve gauge shells with heavy loads, magnums. The ducks went to his left as he floated in the canoe. Raising his gun and shooting crosswise from the canoe, the recoil of the first and only shot impacted upon his shoulder and pushed the canoeist out of balance. The canoe went past the irreconcilable tipping point, the canoe rolled over and dad went into the cold brackish water. Dad came up sputtering holding onto the canoe thwart with one hand and holding onto the shotgun with the other while his heavy water filled rubber boots were pulling him down and in the mean time the ducks on wing, passing by, quacked and laughed as they flew away, witness to the whole ordeal. Dad could not let go with either hand since if he let go with one he would loose the gun and if he let go with the other he would go under. I ran around the pond to the nearest point to dad and stripped down to my underwear and dove in and pulled dad and the canoe to shore. He Stripped down to wring out all possible water from his clothes and for a while we would have been a sight to behold if others would have seen, two white, wet cold bodies standing on frozen moss. We shared my dry clothes as much as possible and launched the canoe again and quickly paddled to the truck. On the way home Armo Levonpera, a Goulais Bay neighbour had smoke rising from his sauna chimney, a tell tale sign that was hot and ready. We made a quick stop to warm up before continuing home.

A Canoe on Superior

I returned home from school one day in the spring just after the ice had gone out of Goulais Bay. Dad was at the living room window with binoculars looking out onto the rough surface of the bay. He said he had seen a strange glint from the water out farther, beyond where the natural eye can discern well. Once the situation became clear to him, instantly we where in action. Dad had spotted a flash from a canoe or paddle that had tipped over and there were two men in the icy water. Our boat was still in winter storage and dad gave focused instructions to me to help get the boat in the water as quickly as possible. In a few minutes we were on the lake headed towards the capsized canoe. By this time the canoeists were stiff from the cold, suffering from hypothermia and could not swim or even clench a fist. They were hauled over the side into the boat and lay on the bottom as we returned to shore. As normal in the evening, the sauna was hot and the men were put inside to warm up. In a half hour they were feeling much better and were able to walk home to their cottage nearby, not much worse for the wear of the day.

Spiders, Oh My

On a deer hunting trip to Nestor Falls, dad and I were out on a walk scouting. Dad came up with a plan as deer tracks where present in the newly fallen snow on the ground. I was to walk around a sizeable hill and see if I could flush out some deer and dad would find a place to wait and watch. I started around the hill one way and we expected to meet up in about an hour. As I approached the place where I expected to meet dad, I came around some spruce trees and there was dad stripped naked down to his underwear standing in the snow and acting like a mad man flailing away shaking his clothing in the air one piece at a time. What a site. Confused, I asked dad what was going on. He said that he had walked between two spruce trees and there had been a wintering nest of tiny red spiders that had covered him from head to toe. They were in his clothes, in his pockets, in his boots, in his hair and everywhere. He had had to strip down and shake them out of his clothing. Looking down at the ground it was just swarming with small red spiders most visible and active on the white snow.

Superior Survival

One year, late in the fall, dad and August Rauk headed out on to open Lake Superior to work their fishing nets. Lake Superior, especially in the fall is known to come to a full rage in just a few minutes and so it did this day. Dad said the wind came up fast and the waves grew in height to the length of the boat. They were not able to return to where they had launched from as that would have required them to travel head on into the cresting waves and put them at risk. They decided to travel instead with the waves and keep the boat on the back of the waves and travel at the same speed as the waves. In a storm, this is the safest place as long as the boat is not over taken by a cresting wave from behind. They traveled east with the strong west wind and hoped to gain the leeward side of Goulais Point but they were not able to steer sufficiently North to gain the calm water in the lee of the point. Now their only hope was to follow the waves to the Red Rock shore and beach the boat there. That shoreline is very rocky and treacherous and with mountainous waves crashing in the landing would be uncontrolled at best. They believed the boat would be lost and that they might be injured but this was the only opportunity to get back on the safety of the land. Night had brought on darkness as they approached the shore and all was done with limited visibility. Dad rode the boat up as high as possible on the back of the last wave they were riding and the boat cleared the large shoreline rocks and settled on the grassy lawn of a cottage. Before the backwash took the boat back out into the lake, August jumped out and was able to wrap the anchor rope around a tree. The rope held and with the next wave the boat was pushed a little further up onto the lawn and another tree was used to fight the backwash. With some more work they were able to get the boat past the reach of the waves. Both men and boat were spared injury and damage. Red Rock is cottage country and all cottages were unoccupied and locked up this late in the fall for the on coming winter. Dad broke a small window of the cottage door of the camp where they had beached. He was able to call his brother Eric to retrieve them. Dad left a note to the cottage owner leaving his phone number. He was able to temporarily seal the broken window. Later the cottage owner called dad and dad related their story and why they had broken the window. The cottage owner expressed his gratitude for dad leaving the note and was happy all were safe and told dad not to worry about the repair costs. We thought we had lost dad that night. We were relieved when he arrived home in the early morning hours.

River Ice

During his logging career, dad owned a tractor that was used to skid logs out of the bush. One year he had to cross river ice with the tractor each day. One extremely cold morning he started up the tractor and headed to work. As he was crossing the frozen river the ice broke under the weight of the tractor and both machine and man went into the water. Dad said the temperature was in the minus forties. He knew he had to get to the camp quickly before the cold over took him. He was able to crawl out of the water and ran as fast as he could the half mile to the bush worker's camp. As he ran his clothes began to freeze and by the time he reached the camp his pants had split from freezing and the bending from running.

Ranger Lake Road

Mom was near the end of her pregnancy and dad was logging up the Ranger Lake road and a trip was required to buy chainsaw parts in Sault Ste. Marie. That morning was again very cold and the VW bug just stopped running and stranded them on the Ranger Lake road. Mom was dressed in city clothes and the winter weather was bitter. Dad walked mom to a near by hunting camp, broke the padlock latch on the door and started a fire in the fireplace and warmed up the camp for mom. Eventually he flagged down a car on the road and was able to get mom into town and got the car running again. Later, to pay his debt of using someone else's fire wood, he made a truck load of firewood and dropped it off at the camp that they had sheltered in. The owner never did come to know where the wood came from.

Be a Man

When I left home to go out into the world on my own the last word of advice that I received from dad was don't hit the post. The second last was "be a man in all that you do". This was a character trait that dad had taught by his life long example. Live up to your word. Do the right hard thing. Pay your debts to the last penny. Don't show up late. Treat women and children with respect. In comparison, Enos lived 500 years before Christ and he left a great acknowledgement of his appreciation for his father Jacob. He wrote, "Behold it came to pass that I Enos, knowing my father that he was a just man, for he taught me in his language and also in the nurture and admonition of the Lord and blessed be the name of my God for it."

Dad reminds me of Jacob.

Eric's Story

Sulo and I went on my first moose hunting trip to Island Lake near Chapleau and of coarse after some discussions etc. the hunt started and low and behold the critter walked in front of me approximately one hundred feet away. I got it with one shot, but just before that, Sulo started yelling at me in the bush to be quiet. So we exchanged a few words because I wasn't even moving, it was the moose. Ha, ha! Boy, did we ever party after that! Needless to say big brother wasn't feeling good the next day. That was one storey, we also fished a lot and got very good speckled trout catches on our fly-ins. Yes, we had a lot of good times years back!

A Final Tribute

In our family we were blessed by the hand of a good father. His sacrifice gave us greater opportunity than he had. He left a great legacy of example of love of family and perseverance. For a few weeks after Sohvi was born, dad was pleased and proud to see four living generations. What a joy that was to him.

Dad this is the last time you are backing out of the driveway at Elizabeth Street. This is your last fishing trip, but you may have to put away the fishing rod since mom is waiting with a blue berry picker in one hand and a bucket in another. She is standing at the edge of a fully ripe blueberry field and the berries are in season. Be careful backing out of the driveway. Don't hit the post.

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POHJOISRINNE, Sulo Heikki - Passed away at the Sault Area Hospital surrounded by family, on Saturday, October 3, 2020 at the age of 86.

Cherished and loving husband of the late Lahja Pohjoisrinne for 55 years. Beloved father of Terry (Nancy) and Paula Boissineau (late Dave). Proud Pappa of Kyla (Kye), Teija and Mya, Jon, Derek and Michael; Great-Grandpa of Sohvi. Brother of Anja (late Reijo) and Erkki (Anja). Brother-in-law of Kirsti and predeceased by Martti, Kerttu, Jouko and Hilkka. Sulo will be missed by many nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. Friends are invited to the Arthur Funeral Home – Barton & Kiteley Chapel (492 Wellington Street East 705-759-2522; maximum of 40 people, masks are required) on Friday, October 9, 2020 between 1:00 p.m. and 1:50 p.m. Funeral to take place in the Chapel at 2:00 p.m., Bishop Harri Heimonen, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints officiating. Interment to take place at Greenwood Cemetery. Memorial contributions to the Ontario Finnish Resthome Association or the Heart & Stroke Foundation would be appreciated by the family. Please visit Arthur Funeral Home website obituaries to leave memories and condolences as a keepsake for the family.