Edward George Prescesky

Prescesky – Edward passed away surrounded by his family on February 13, 2011 at the age of 78. Left to cherish his memory are his children: Steven - Aury; Darrell (Jeanine) - Jolene, Brittany, and Kali; Les (Linda) - Amy (Mike); Lyle; Karen Prescesky (Rob Leier) - Jettsun, Walker, and Hutton; Theresa (Todd) Heck - Ashley (Brian) and Keatan; siblings: Mary (Harold) Pain, Peter (Laura) Prescesky, Paul Prescesky, Nellie Welford, Henry (Irene) Prescesky, and William (Betty) Prescesky. He also leaves behind 7 great grandchildren and many nieces and nephews. Ed was predeceased by his wife Rosa; his parents Stephan and Polly; sister in law Dorothy; and brother in law Bill.

Ed was born at Ruddell on August 23, 1932. He grew up on the family farm and attended Wavy Bank school. On August 3, 1957 Ed married Rosa Freiermuth and they settled on a farm in the Ruddell area. Ed and Rosa had six children, 4 boys and 2 girls. In 1968, Ed purchased farm land in the Mullingar area and this is where they made their home.

Ed was many different things to many different people. He was definitely a ball player, we’ve been told one of the best. He helped organize the first Ruddell fastball team. He was a coach, a leader, and a team player. He was a hard worker, not too hard because he knew how to have fun too. He was a good friend to many; he was a loving son, good brother, uncle, and even a favourite brother in law. And of course, he was a Dad and Grandpa. Dad had two sides, one was a fun loving dad who enjoyed a family ball game in the evening or a Sunday afternoon fishing trip. He could also scare you silly with just a look or a simple shake of his fork at the dinner table. Every summer always included camping trips to Meeting Lake, many fishing trips and the annual trip to the fair. Dad never hesitated to load up six kids and take them camping or go on outings even if Mom didn’t come along. He ran the house for 2 weeks when Mom went to BC to visit relatives. This included taking care of six children, cooking, cleaning, laundry, not to mention his regular chores and running of the farm. His daughters are still in awe of this as it seems some men today would not be able to pull of such a task!

Dad was involved with Junior Sportsman and was a 4-H leader for many years. He was a patrol operator and also a councilor for the R.M. of Meeting Lake. He also worked at various different job sites as a heavy equipment operator. One of his favourite jobs by far was being Santa Claus for the school, the community, and for anyone who required a Santa. He took this job very seriously, he purchased a Santa suit, had elves, sleigh rides, and candy bags for all the children he would encounter. On more than one occasion his own grandchildren were the recipients of a visit from Santa at Christmas to hand deliver their presents.

Dad was a very social person. He never missed a dine and dance or an opportunity to party. One of his passions was dancing and it showed when he was on the dance floor. His door was always open, you never left hungry (he was an amazing cook) and chances are you didn’t leave thirsty either! He was fondly known around the community as Papa Smurf and as merry go round Eddie, as he built a playground in his yard, complete with a merry go round, teeter totters, and a paddling pool.

Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease in 2002. In 2005 he moved to the Spiritwood Health Complex where he remained until his passing. He lived life to the fullest, and had a great time doing it. Thank you for the memories, we will remember you forever and love you always. Love, your family.

A private family service was held on Saturday, February 19. The family have requested the memorial donations in Ed’s memory be made to the Spiritwood Health Complex, PO Box 69, Spiritwood, SK S0J 2M0. Funeral arrangements were entrusted to Kristeen Nylander of Sallows and McDonald Funeral Home. 445-2418

You’ll never forget your father’s face.

the sound of his voice,

the gentleness of his touch. . .

they let you know

you were loved.

You’ll never forget

the stories he told,

the traditions he handed down. . .

they let you know

who you are.

You’ll never forget

the lessons he taught,

the things he stood for. . .

they are his gift

and your legacy.

You’ll never forget,

and you’ll always know

that you honor him everyday

in how you live

and who you are.