Obituaries

Dawn with her Dad

Thank you Ross for such a touching message about our Dad. ?

Gordon Stewart was an exceptional human being in so many ways. Just a sample. Teenagers testing Gordon's patience. Dave and me pushing my 1957 Chevy up the long driveway on the farm so we wouldn't make any noise. Our goal? To fill'er up with purple gas from the farm gas pump and get away with 40ish year old Gordon none the wiser. Then push it down to the end of the driveway before daring to start it up. A secret for many years that Dave and I used to occasionally recall over cold beer and chuckle about how cagey we were. Until that is when many decades later Gordon rained on our parade when he revealed 'his' secret. He'd known all along because he'd watched us come and go from the darkened house window. I'll not bother anyone with more stories like breaking the ski off of the farm OMC Snow Cruiser which he made Dave pay for out of his own pocket. Or like a Scottish version of Sherlock Holmes, Gordon somehow tracking us down about 3am one Saturday morning at a friend's house on Harstone Rd. Dave had broken curfew and was still out with the only 3/4T Ford 5 speed flat deck dually that could do for real burnouts. On Roblin Blvd. No doubt despite those few 'isolated' incidents Gordon was thankful for my steadying hand to guide Dave through his rebellious teenage years. Now just hearing me say that would have cracked Gordon up. Big time! On a serious note in Jan. 1967 when Gordon was mid 40's I was barely out of my teens by a couple of months off I went on my own life adventure. For the next 25 or so years I didn't see much of him. But this I will say. Whenever either me or later my family came to Winnipeg to visit he was always so obviously genuinely happy to see the Moore family. Gordon was always interested to hear what we had been up to and ready to hear or share a good laugh. Even the time I vaguely recall during my single navy days my visit about 5 or 6am one Christmas morning. Gordon was always happy about life and even when nature began to win the physical battle he could still find it within himself to smile and laugh. Sincerity, personal integrity, humility, courtesy, wisdom, charity. That was the kind of person Gordon Stewart was. An eternal member of the greatest generation. Muffle the drum beats and bow the head; Check not your tears For a clansman is dead. Dip the "Red Lion" and fly it half mast; A devoted husband, a loving father And a wonderful friend has passed. Mute are the drones and chanter is still; No more will they sound Over valley and hill. Muffle the drum beats and bare the bent head; Weep if you will For a clansman is dead. The patriarch of the Stewart clan. R.I.P.