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13 Shirley I. M. Dambacher, 69, passed away at her home surrounded t yher loving family at 8:50pro July 26, 2013. " She was born December 5, 1943 in Atlanta, daughter of Glen and Helen Harden Gill. She married Darrel W Dambacher'September 3, 1965 in Lin- coln, he survives. o  Also surviving are children - Sheryl Dewitt and JoAnn (Steven) Kindred , both of Lincoln; three brothers - Rex k (Judy) Gill, Roger (Cynthia) Gill, and Robert (Esther)  Gill all of Lincoln; sisters - Joy (Larry) Horchem of ca Lincoln, Dorothy Dambacher of Lcoln, Ruth Stiles of Lincoln, and Betty (Ronald) Hulva of East Peoria; o I-a o In Memory of Our Mother Peggy "Payne" Fuhrer (11-6-39--8-5-12) First Year without her! We miss you Justin (Amanda) Everyday that passes we seem to miss you more Dambacher, Nathaniel (April) Dam- We missour little chats and walking in your door bacher, Matthew(Carrie) Dambacher, Cameron Dambacher, Marrisa Kin- dred, and Miranda Kindred; and/great- grandchildren- Hope Hibbs, Tyra Dambacher, and Payton Dambacher. Her parents and son Robert; sisters, Virginia Shreve, Wanda Cross, Mari- Iyn McCray; and brother Richard Gill preceded her in death. Cremation Rites were accorded. Arrangements were entrusted to Frieke-Calvert Sehrader Funeral Home in Mt Pulaski. Memorials: The Family. We miss the way you laugh the way you use to smile We would gl,e most anything to have you back a while Life seems oh so empty something specials missing We seem to spend our time sad and reminiscing You gave us happy memories that we will always treasure We know a day will come when we will all be together Rest in peace our angle in heaven up above Sending you our kisses and also our love Thank you for the memories thank you for your love We know you axe watching over us from heaven up above Love, Your Girls!![ Paula Bree, Donna Smith and Patty "Tootie" Ra'ggs Blowing kisses to heaven That's what we can do Every time we want to say Grandma .... we love you Blowing kisses to heaven We know that you love us We are so blessed and so thankful In Memory of Peggy L. "Payne" Fuhrer 11/6/1939 8/512012. that C_,od gave us this special Grandm a ' And every time we think of her Everyone that met her claimed her as their own We'll blow kisses to heaven Gentle, so caring, so giving, so kind From our hearts to hers. We were privileged to have her with us Love Your Grandchildren - For such a long time TOany Beggs, Jeeemy Riggs, Bobble Paige, and Now Grandma is receiving " Patr/ckBree Blessings so well deserved Along The Silk Road - "Welcome to Canada" Vol. 21 -17-JUL-13 - By Scott Tate Unbeknownst to me, the snow had arrived the previous October and had no intentions of leaving. When I exited the airport terminal in Saskatoon that late January evening, the cold blast that hit my face belied the numbers I had read in the weather forecast. The numbers didn't do justice to how cold it really felt. To make it more of a challenge, all the rental cars all over the city were sold out. Then the taxi driver heaped a little more insult to injury. After I told him where I was staying he was kind enough to explain what I already knew. I had made reservations in a hostel - a small sparsely furnished room with a community bathroom. I'd just finished living in a fitted out steel container for four years. It was like coming home. Nobody bothered to let me know before my arrival that a litany of over 80,000 lumber conventioneers had convened and bloated this metropolis well beyond its capacity for accommodating guests. I had made a commitment to travel here for work and there was no option to quit. Had I done my homework my excitement to make the trip might have been quelled. Welcome to Canada. My first week in Saskatoon was the coldest of the winter. Without the wind chill, temperatures hit 30 below zero at night. A day in Saskatoon without wind is akin to a lottery winner not winding up broke. It happens, but rarely. The snow continued as did the cold, and it was the end of April before the bareground was finally exposed. Winter officially lasted over six months. In its aftermath, it left over two times the norlnal snowfall on the ground by the time spring finally decided to over- come its shyness. Canadians are used to rough winters, but this one tested the limits of even those hardened by years of these e,ents. This part of Canada is known as its breadbasket. Miles of flat farmland stretching as far as you can see in any direction make up the landscape. It's not the picturesque setting usually con- jured up in one's mind when Canada is mentioned. This is an overgrown farm town of sorts with its share of malls and restaurants. In most respects, it's still a farm town, and the friendliness of the people here is the real charm it offers. The landlord of the apartment where I now live, picked me up on my first morning in the city, showed me the apartment and dropped me off at a rental car place. I didn't have to sign a lease or put down a deposit. First I needed a Canadian accoun- tant and my landlord referred meto his friend. Despite being in the midst of annual tax returns, the accountant spent an hour of his time regaling me with stories from grilfing out in the winter to his trips to Vegas complete with club adventures down to his drinks of choice and his pockets of wadded up bar money. Eventually I worked in the minor point of the conversation regard- ing needed tax details and obtained his advice. I happened to mention to the accountant that I was renting a car and he referred me to his friend who owned a local dealership and could make the paperwork easy for a non-Canadian cit- izen. The dealer was wintering in Ari- zona when I called him, but no matter. I felt like I was talking to my next-door neighbor. I didn't buy a vehicle from him yet. But I did shop there after he contacted his operations guys and set up an appointment with a standing invitation to return. And the accoun- tant refused to charge me for his time. Imagine that. Next I needed a local attorney to pre- pare some legal work documents and randomly picked one out of the yellow pages. Without the paperwork meant no payola from my new employer. The attorney handled the task and told me to worry about paying his fee after I got paid. Like the other locals, he did business on a handshake. During our conversation, the attorney asked if I had been to Fairmount Park in St. Louis and if I had ever heard of David Gall. David set many records at Fairmount Park and ended up in the Jockey's Hall of Fame, fourth on the all time list of winners. I had been to Fairmount and saw David race many years ago. It turns out that David is my attorney's brother. The attorney and accountant have been friends for over 30 years. This city of almost 300,000 is the largest city in Saskatchewan Province and in reality is just a small town trapped in the body of a big city by Canadian standards. The people are very friendly and given my distinct southern twang, it's a green light for the natives to converse and talk away like we're family. West of here is the Canadian Rockies and between here and there is a whole lot of wide-open land. Flat like the Mid- western US you can see all the way to the horizolany way you look. Houses are few and far itween with miles of pasture or barren land in between. A guy could mow his the buff and not even give the female rural mail car- tier a thrill since the typical house is that far from the road. The farms in Alberta Province are thousands of acres in size as evidenced by the size of their tractors and 24 row planters. Large herds of cattle and an occasional herd of buffalo can be seen between here and Calgary. Oil wells become more prevalent the further west we drove, but what better way to truly see a new place than by car. Drive we did and recently my mother and I set out from Saskatoon to see the Canadian Rockies and fulfill the vision that comes to mind when Canada is mentioned. To Page 19