Our families came from the Sifton community, but we did not know Pauline until her brother, Melvin, married our sister, Esther. On occasion, our family would visit in Winnipeg for weekends, and often took a Sunday drive to Pete and Pauline’s rural home for the afternoon. They were memorable visits as we were always so generously welcomed into their home; that would usually end up being a social afternoon plus a wonderful evening meal. No invitations were required; it was common that several others would also drop in for a visit. Pauline was a great cook and she calmly, and, with such ease, fed and entertained everyone so well. She always seemed so relaxed about everything, and had such a warm manner and a wonderful laugh. During that time period, her baby boy, Trevor added such joy to the lives of Pauline and Pete. She was an amazing Sister to Esther and Melvin, and a beautiful friend to us all. Her sisters recently celebrated her 85th. birthday together. We send our love to Pauline’s sisters and their families; as well as her many special friends.

Pauline lived a full life, and added so much to others’ lives.She was a “Big Sister” to my youngest sister Esther, especially in her earliest years in Winnipeg, and in her marriage to Mel. Pauline and Pete’s place was another home for the young couple and their children through those years. As an outside observer, I could could see and appreciate what a pillar she was to her large family and to her community, spreading her generosity and joy of living to one and all. Her life was a gift.

Norma, Ralph, Quinn, Lisa and families. My deepest condolences in your loss. Thinking of you all and sending big hugs.

I first met Pete and Pauline in the early ‘70s. My Dad (Don Mader) was a friend and fellow bus driver. We’d drive out to Stonewall from Winnipeg and visit. Eventually I called them Uncle Pete and Aunt Pauline as we would go over often. I loved going out there. Pauline always put together a tasty spread which was so yummy and I sure enjoyed Uncle Pete’s stories. Uncle Pete (I thought at least) had hands the size of a frying pan. His tiny black moustache over his upper lip reminded me of Clark Gable. Aunt Pauline always looked like she just finished working in the garden. Dirt under her nails, but my goodness, the food she gave us was absolutely amazing. I remember when Trevor was born, we drove out for a visit, and Aunt Pauline would feed Trevor. My eyes flew out of my head as I had never witnessed breast feeding before. Aunt Pauline was a tough bird for sure, but so generous, thoughtful and funny. Together, they were a great couple. Loved the stories they told, the laughter from sitting in the kitchen. Uncle Ronnie sitting in the counter. We never made it past the kitchen. Very cozy and homey. Rest in peace Aunt Pauline. You’re with Uncle Pete now. You’ll be missed by all who knew you.