 1925 - 2010 (84 years)
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| Name |
Marjorie Jean Hainstock |
| Born |
25 Nov 1925 |
Shaunavon, RM #78, SK, Canada  [1] |
| Gender |
Female |
| Died |
2 Jan 2010 |
Shaunavon, RM #78, SK, Canada [1] |
| Buried |
Hillcrest cemetery, Shaunavon, SK, Canada [2] |
| Person ID |
I1088 |
Day Family Tree |
| Last Modified |
25 Jan 2017 |
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| Notes |
- MARJORIE FRITZ
November 25, 1925 - January 2, 2010
Marjorie Jean Fritz, aged 84 years, of Shaunavon , Saskatchewan died on Saturday, January 2, 2010 at the Shaunavon Hospital and Care Centre.
Marge was born on November 25, 1925 at the Shaunavon Union Hospital . She attended Grassy Creek School and Shaunavon High School . She also attended secretarial school in Regina . On February 26, 1946 she married Ralph Thomas Fritz at Christ the King Rectory in Shaunavon. Marge was a member of the All Saints Anglican Church in Shaunavon. She was a very active member of the Anglican Church Women. Marge was very dedicated to her family including her mother and brother. She excelled in knitting, scrap booking, gardening, and pie making. She loved horses and cats and the color pink.
Marge is predeceased by her parents, William and Janet Hainstock; her brother, Morris Hainstock; her husband, Ralph; daughter-in-law, Linda Fritz Achter; and one granddaughter, Sheena Oliver.
She is survived by two sons, Barry (Karen) of Lethbridge, Alberta and Randy of Edmonton, Alberta; two daughters, Bonnie Oliver (Alex) of Camrose, Alberta; and Pamela Barinoff (Larry) of Surrey, British Columbia; seven grandchildren, Shawn Oliver of Brighton, England; Sharla Mastin (Brad) of Calgary, Alberta; Shiara Waddell (Clark) of Calgary, Alberta; Keeley Roesler (Rick) of Sherwood Park, Alberta; and Tyler Fritz (Alexis) of Calgary, Alberta; Nathan Barinoff of Surrey, British Columbia, and Asha Fritz of Edmonton, Alberta; four great-granddaughters, Alexandria Mastin, Cassandra Mastin, Sheena Waddell of Calgary, Alberta, and Teagan Roesler of Sherwood Park, Alberta; and two great-grandsons, Tyson Roesler of Sherwood Park, Alberta and Thomas Mastin of Calgary, Alberta.
Anglican Funeral Services were held at Centre Street United Church in Shaunavon on Thursday, January 7, 2010 at 10:30 AM with Father Dick Kennedy officiating. Interment followed at Hillcrest Cemetery , Shaunavon with Binkley?s Funeral Service in charge of the arrangements.
Pallbearers were Lawrence Fritz, David Fritz, Reginald Fritz, Brian Fritz, Gerald Fritz, and Wayne Herrick.
Honorary Pallbearers were the members of the congregation.
Eulogy to Mom
On behalf of all our family I want to thank you for coming this cold morning to honor our mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. Our thanks go to relatives and friends, who visited, cleaned walks, and delivered mail and meals when she was alone in her home. To those who visited her at Irene and Alan Wolcoski?s house, and then Long Term Care, we all appreciate your concern during our absence. Special thanks to Laurie and Arleen for the best Bed and Breakfast when we came to see mom after her house was sold!
Our mom grew up five miles north-east of Shaunavon. She really was a farm girl at heart. She much preferred cleaning barns and grooming horses to cooking and cleaning in the house. She rode ponies or rode the cutter in winter time while attending Grassy Creek School . She met Ralph Fritz, the love of her life. Mom?s girlfriends called her Margo in high school, and following graduation she went to Regina to attend secretarial school. She lived with a life-time friend, Eunice Bolton, nicknamed Spicey in a rooming house at 2702 Victoria Avenue , Regina . That house is still standing today - I hope in better condition. They stayed there until the bedbugs took over. When talking with Eunice this week, she thought Marge was beautiful inside and out; and she treasured all the fun they had together!
After my dad came back from the air force they were married. When I was born with long legs and big feet she named me after a horse she had on the farm.
They moved to an old two-storey shell of a house on 3rd Avenue . Dad jacked up that house, poured the basement, and put in running water. Barry, Pam, and Randy were born during this time of major renovations. When I was 10 years old we moved to my Grandmother Fritz?s house on 3rd Street . My mom lived there for the next 52 years. She once again lived with noisy equipment and sawdust as dad gutted most of the house and always had some carpentry project on the drawing board.
Mom never got her driver?s licence; but she encouraged everyone to do so. I have memories of her as she pushed Pamela and Randy in the baby carriage as Barry and I walked downtown. We would meet Aunt Lola with her carriage full of kids. Both moms bought groceries, treats for all of us, and then picked up meat at the locker plant - before the days of freezers.
When I was a kid we always had dogs. Then one day a kitten came home with dad from Shaunavon Industries. Later Pamela began rescuing stray cats in the neighborhood. We had fish; also frogs from the slough in the golf course; and, as I was reminded last evening, a hamster named Ringo. As often is the case the mother of the house becomes the caregiver of the pets. Mom cleaned budgie cages, tended sick kittens, and scrubbed turtles with toothbrushes. She even tolerated a pet alligator Randy kept in his room.
Though she didn?t really like to sew as her mother did, she made many costumes, sometimes from crepe paper, for Halloween and skating carnivals.
She baked pies every weekend for my dad. She organized our traditional Christmas and New Year?s Dinners with the Henry Fritzes and included my Grandma Hainstock and Uncle Morris. She always served everyone first, and then sat down to eat after they were finished. When we celebrated our parents? 50th wedding anniversary and our mom?s 80th birthday in Calgary , we said, ?Just show up. You won?t have to do anything!?
The grandchildren always called her Nanny. She knitted many sweaters and blankets for them, and later clothes for all the dolls.
Our parents both round and square danced. Mom picked the colors of fabric. My grandma sewed some dresses for her. Later my dad taught himself how to sew, and he made mom?s dresses on an old Singer treadle machine he had converted to electricity. To earn badges for square dancing they traveled all over the country to special dances; and even danced in the local swimming pool, although mom hated the water.
Mom put together photo albums and scrapbooks her whole life. She had such neat handwriting, and her trademark was labels cut with pinking shears. Our son Shawn, a movie buff, would spend hours looking at the old photos, and always told Nanny she was a second Vivien Leigh.
She lived with the best repairman and occasionally complained she never got anything new!
As an ACW member mom made her share of buns, desserts, and a favorite casserole of hers - slumgulian. She served it many times to us when we came home. It was a ritual that we had to visit the farm. She walked around the buildings and even checked the crop. We also went to the cemeteries where she placed flowers on family and friends? graves.
Besides cats, horses, and the color pink that Randy mentioned she also loved shoes, scarves, and hats, and then caps that she wore throughout her life.
Once during the early 1970?s, mom and dad came to visit in Camrose. She wanted to buy a leather coat, so we drove to a shopping centre in Edmonton . By accident, we met friends of theirs who insisted we all go for dinner. It was not a family restaurant but a spiffy hotel in downtown Edmonton . There was no kids menu and it was so dark we could hardly see our food. Our kids cried because there were no hamburgers; and perhaps mom shed a few tears of her own later because you can guess it was dad who paid the bill. And, as a result, mom did not get her leather coat. We joked over the years that we had eaten it!
When mom finally had to leave her home, her biggest concern was Daisy, her beloved cat, a Mother?s Day gift from Barry and Karen. I often teased her that Daisy was our second sister, the one who got all the special treatment!
It is somewhat ironic that the day of our dad?s funeral in 1997 his first great granddaughter, Alexandria , was born to our oldest daughter Sharla. Although we told mom that our daughter, Shiara was going to have her first baby this past year, mom was able to only whisper, ?That?s wonderful?. She never got to meet Sheena who was just born in October. I guess that?s the circle of life!
I would like to think that somewhere up there, there is music playing on an old turntable. The song is Tammy sung by Debbie Reynolds. Our mom has joined our dad, and they are waltzing cheek to cheek just like in days gone by!!
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