Ross Allan Reid

May 18, 1926December 22, 2020

It is with great sadness we announce the peaceful passing of Ross Allan Reid on December 22, 2020. He was a loving and caring husband, father, grandfather and uncle. He was born May 18, 1926 on the Reid farm in the Bardal School District, Sinclair, Manitoba. He is survived by his wife Kay, daughter Carol (Phil), sons Allan (Leila) and Paul (Lisa), grandchildren Tori, Molly, Oliver, Leo and Erin (Patrick) and great grandchild Eric, his sister Aida Kinnaird, sister-in-law Irene Reid and brother-in-law Ken Thompson. He was predeceased by his parents Bob and Minnie Reid, his brothers Art, Ken, Lloyd, Pat, John and Bill, and his sisters Iva, Edna and Bessie. He is also survived by his many nieces and nephews. They all loved him and he loved them. Ross included people in his family with ease so would want the world to know that, for family surviving him, he would include Forest, Susannah and Betty.

When Ross turned 18 and finished helping with the harvest he joined the Princess Pats Canadian Light Infantry and trained to fight in Europe. After VE Day he volunteered for the Pacific theatre. Fortunately he never faced combat. He never forgot those years in the armed forces. He was a member of the Sinclair Legion and the Vernon Legion.

After the war he worked on the family farm in Manitoba. Once the harvest was done he hopped a freight train to head to Vancouver Island where he planted trees and was mentored by a painter at the lumber camp. The painting skills would come in handy later. He returned to the farm, courted the Bardal School teacher, Kay Thompson, and they were married on October 28, 1950. They bought land near the Reid homestead and farmed and raised their family there until 1967. They sold the farm and moved to Vernon in the summer of 1967. Ross worked in lumber mills for a few years, before signing on with the Vernon School District as a painter. He retired from the School District in 1988, continuing to paint privately.

Ross was a fine craftsman in wood. All his family cherish the many pieces of furniture he built for them. Ross managed, supervised and worked on many renovations at his children’s homes. He jokingly and ironically called himself Speedy Construction, but the real irony is things got done faster with him heading the crew, even into his 70’s and 80’s. Like most farmers, he was a jack of all trades: he could fix everything. But, it must be said he had a heck of a time working the DVD player.

Golf was one of his passions. During many trips his golf clubs were always with him. He was a member of the Spallumcheen Golf Club for over 40 years and enjoyed many rounds of golf with his buddies. He was still playing regularly at age 90. Papa always loved taking his grandchildren golfing and snuck in a stop at Dairy Queen on the way home even if it was just before supper. He was an active member of the men’s group at Trinity United Church. One of the events he enjoyed was when the men’s group made Christmas dinner for local school children. He loved seeing all their smiles when they came back for second and third helpings.

He was a kind and gentle man with a wonderful sense of humour who seldom said a bad word about his fellow man. His grandchildren were his pride and joy and they reciprocated their Papa’s love. As they would say, “Pops is the Tops.” The family wishes to extend their thanks to the staff at Monashee Mews for their care and sensitivity in helping us to say goodbye to a loving husband, father and Papa.

We are hoping to hold a Celebration of Life at a later date. In lieu of flowers, friends wishing to do so may make donations in memory of Ross to a food bank of your choice. Ross will be remembered as a great person by all who knew him. May his spirit of love and kindness follow him forever. He will be sadly missed, but never forgotten.

“If you took a cross-section of Dad’s heart, you would find the rings of a wise old tree.” (Tom Waits)


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Kelly Thompson

January 7, 2021

My condolences to Auntie Kay , Allan, Carol, Paul and all the family. I have fond memories of Uncle Ross as a young boy. Most of these memories have large family gatherings and feasts of great magnitude involved. My memory of Uncle Ross was that of a gentle giant. He was kind, soft spoken and a man of his word. You will be missed by so many. I am confident that his legacy will continue with memories shared by Auntie Kay his children and grandchildren. Until we meet again, Rest In Peace Uncle Ross.

Barry Kinnaird

January 4, 2021

Donna and I and our family extend our condolences to Aunty Kay, Allan, Carol, Paul and their families. We are all very, very sad that Uncle Ross is gone and will always remember his smiling face and laugh.
My very fond memories of Uncle Ross begin early in my life and we have always enjoyed any opportunity for a visit and discussion, with he and Aunty Kay, when ever and where ever our paths crossed over the past several decades.
A life well lived with kindness and humility. Rest in Peace.

Ann Philips

January 3, 2021

My cousins Bob Thompson and Jim Hay have expressed so eloquently exactly how I too feel about Uncle Ross that it is difficult to know how to say more.
I too have fond memories of the 2 weeks annual summer holiday with Uncle Ross and Auntie Kay at their farm in Manitoba. His Hitchcock nieces would come over and we'd play in the "forest" of ferns by the house, jump on the bales (he never complained when we ruined them) and take us on drives around the countryside and into town on the weekends.
Uncle Ross was one of the gentlest gentlemen I have ever known. It was a treat to say or do something that made him laugh.
He also delighted in teasing me. He insisted on blaming me for cracking the windshield of his truck with my forehead - after he hit a hole in the road at such speed that it threw me forward onto the windshield which did indeed crack. Once he knew I was ok, then it was fodder for his sense of humour.
After he and Auntie Kay moved to Vernon, we saw them less frequently, but when we did all the old stories always surfaced and were just as much fun to tell and listen to every time.
We were blessed to have an Uncle like this.
Rest in Peace Uncle Ross. The family has lost another treasure.

Jim Hay

December 30, 2020

Was sad to hear about the passing of Uncle Ross. I'll remember his mischievous sense of humor and smile. Uncle Ross had a laidback easy going nature that put you at ease to be around him. He was a kind and gentle man who will be missed.


December 30, 2020

Will miss Uncle Ross, best memory was New Years at the farm.
Dad, Mom, Anntie Kay and Uncle Ross playing cards, booze was flowing. Ross and Dad got caught cheating, Uncle Ross laughed so
hard he ended up crying. Funny as hell .
Will miss those times and the memories of the good times.
Would be early morning before Ross and Kay and kids would
leave and go home. Always a blast every year.
My heart goes out to you Kay and your family in this time of lose

Bob Thompson

December 29, 2020

Ross Reid was a heck of a great uncle.

Many of my favorite memories as a child were a result of him and my auntie Kay welcoming us to their farm for a couple of precious weeks each summer as kids.

Uncle Ross, more than any other adult I knew, understood what it was to be a youthful, curious and carefree. He was a boy at heart himself. He told stories from his youth and pranks he pulled. It seems he had a sense of mischief about him back in the day.

He let us be ourselves. He let us be adventurous. He let us be a little naughty but crossing the line came with a warning. He let us ride freshly milked cows out the barn. He didn’t get mad when we ‘borrowed’ the vacuum hose so we could use it as a talk tube between beds at night. I climbed more trees, handled more frogs, and read more comic books than at any other time in my life. We played in the hay bales. Splashed in the sloughs. Nonstop fun.

We threw fresh, moist, aromatic cow manure at each other using sticks so that the air was thick. We learned how to be accurate. We learned how to be situationally aware. We learned how to duck. How many uncles would let slide there were four very happy kids speckled with cow dung pretty much on a daily basis. Kids being kids making up fun and games. He was an uncle, a friend, a coconspirator and a mentor rolled into one big gentle lovable guy.

Time has passed and our paths sadly didn’t cross often in the more than a half century since. But I can still hear his voice, see his mannerisms, see myself laugh at his sense of humor. Just like it was yesterday. Such an impression did my uncle Ross make on me. I am rich beyond the value of gold and rubies for having known this man. I will carry most fondly his memory for my remaining years.

My heart is sad at his passing.