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Irene Castelein

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IRENE ROSE ANNE CASTELEIN

(née SEMINCHUK)

June 13, 1934 – September 30, 2020

With heavy hearts, her family announces that Irene passed away on September 30 at the Misericordia Hospital at the age of 86.

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Irene will be lovingly remembered by her children: Richard (Phyllis), Karen and Myra (Terry); grandchildren: Kelly (Hunter) and Heather, sister Joyce (Mike) and nieces: Debra (Michael) and Cheryl (Donna), and nephews: Kenneth (Kathy) and Brian (Susan) and their families.  Irene is predeceased by her parents: William and Tekla (Teenie) Seminchuk, husband Charles Castelein, mother-in-law, Eliane Castelein, and son-in-law, Charles Colyer.

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Irene was born and raised in St. Boniface, Manitoba in a house on Giroux Street on the bank of the Seine River, where flooding was an annual event.  She attended King George School and Nelson McIntyre Collegiate, where she excelled scholastically and athletically.  She returned for King George reunions and Nelson Mac's 75th and 90th Anniversaries, working on contacts and decorating committees.

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Irene met her future husband, Charles Jean Castelein, at a dance and they were married in 1953.  They first lived on Scotia Street, then in an apartment on St. Jean Baptiste Street, before finally finding a home in Norwood Flats on Birchdale Avenue.  Money was tight but they managed to make sure their children were well dressed and well fed.  Irene was an excellent cook and her bishop's bread fruitcake will be missed by all at Christmas.  Her lasagna and scalloped potatoes were also coveted.  She honed her sewing skills every Hallowe'en with inventive costumes for her children.

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Irene worked at many jobs with few breaks.  She worked with her mother and her daughters for Minuk Catering, then retail sales at the Hudson Bay Company and Eatons, tour guide at the planetarium, cooking at the police cafeteria on Main Street, accounting at Sampson's Ski Shop, head chef at nursing homes (preparing imaginative meals for the seniors), and as a florist at Gail's Wholesale Florist.  This prepared her to run her own flower shop, Trellis Florists, with Karen in St. Norbert, then Fort Richmond, finally changing to a crafts and gift shop called the Calico Cat in St. Boniface.  Through the rest of her life, Irene sewed, knitted and crocheted many unique items for her family, gift shop and craft shows.

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Irene started her love of singing at an early age by listening to the radio and singing along with the performers, whether it was opera, show tunes, religious hymns or contemporary music.  She even studied a short time with Professor Leather, who was very impressed with her clear soprano voice and range.  She started choral singing with the Ukrainian Children's Choir, followed by the Bay Choir, St. John's Choir, the Norwood United Choir, the Winnipeg Philharmonic Choir, the Opera Chorus (where she especially loved singing the Carmina Burana), the Mennonite Oratorial Choir, the Harrow United Choir and the Good Companions Group.  With the Sacred Music Choir, Irene was able to travel to Europe, performing at famous venues in France, Holland, Germany, Austria and Italy. With the Regents Park Choir, she exercised her talents in producing costumes for the annual fund-raising musicals as well as singing solos and duets with Karen.  Irene sang in the opening and closing ceremonies for the Pan-Am Games, the Manitoba Indigenous Games and Canada 150 with Karen. 

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Irene also found time to act and sing with many Winnipeg local groups: Studio 22 at the Base Theatre at the Canadian Forces Base on Sharp, Straw Half Players, Interfaith Harmony Theatre (where she played Ruth in Neil Harris' play, Chautauqua, in 1966), Manitoba Theatre Center and Rainbow Stage (where she was offered the role of the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz production of 1959, but missed it to go on a family vacation).  Many times she would bring her children back stage to mingle with the performers.  She performed with Gordon Pinsent, Len Cariou, Ed Ivanko, August Schellenberg and many others.  Karen and she attended many Broadway musicals when they came to Winnipeg.

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The family went on camping trips every summer, usually in Whiteshell Provincial Park, but also ventured into northern Manitoba, Saskatchewan, northern Ontario and Minnesota.  Irene easily transferred her cooking skills from the kitchen to the campfire.  Irene and Charlie enjoyed cruises on Lake Winnipeg with the MS Lord Selkirk.  She went to Maryland to attend the weddings in the family of her sister, Joyce Hrechka.  She attended the Morden Corn and Apple Festival annually with Karen.  She explored caves in the Black Hills and geysers in Yellowstone.  During the last few years she took cruises from Montreal to Boston, Vancouver to Alaska and Vancouver to San Diego with Myra, Rick and Phyllis.

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Grandma Irene doted on her grandaughters, Kelly and Heather; cherishing every moment with them.  She also enjoyed time with the children of her extended family: Sean, Ashley, Michael, Julia, Breann, William, Ava, Addison, Steven, Elora, Claire and Luke.

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Irene loved all animals, but especially her cats. Many were cradled in her lap over the years: Kitz, Rusty, Minou, and Baby.

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In August, 2020, Irene was diagnosed with an aggressive brain cancer that, with complications, quickly ended her life.  With pain medication she passed away in relative peace and comfort.  Her children visited her every day in September until her passing.  She had virtual visits with her grandchildren, nieces and nephews.  She maintained her humanity and tenacity throughout the ordeal.

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In accordance with Irene's wishes, cremation has taken place and no formal service will be held.  A Celebration of Life will be held at a future time and location to be announced in 2021. In the meantime, Irene’s family kindly requests that all of her friends and relatives take a few minutes to honour her memory by watching the photo-biography above. They also encourage the sharing of photos, memories, and stories by making use of the comment section on this page. 

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In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to any charity sponsoring animals, nature conservancy, wildlife protection and cancer research.
 

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ETHICAL DEATH CARE

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530 St. Mary Avenue - Winnipeg

204-421-5501 - www.ethicaldeathcare.com

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Alan and Brenda Rost

September 25, 2024 at 7:33 PM

Brenda and I went out with Rick and Phyllis and Irene for Pizza when they visited in June 2018...I remember Irene really liked out dog Buddy

Doug Broeska

September 25, 2024 at 7:33 PM

Memories of Irene As one of Rick's early childhood friends, almost every memory of playing over at 173 Birchdale had Irene in it somewhere. Being so young, I never saw her as an actress, but I knew she performed on Rainbow Stage and of course that she worked outside of the home when not many suburban women did that.  Above all I remember her incredible energy and personal power. Her daily 100 yard dash north up Birchdale to catch the bus to take her downtown to her job at The Bay happened so fast, you'd miss it if you blinked. She was certainly a puzzle to a little kid whose own mom filled the more traditional role of 'homemaker.' I will always think of Irene as uniquely ahead of her time; quick on her feet, quick-witted, intellectual, eclectic, hard-working, generous, and fun to be around!!  About her job at The Bay. I just couldn't get over the number of toys she brought home from her job at The Bay toy department. To me, every day was like a 'Toy Story' breakout. The catch was, that as cool as all the toys were, they were ALL broken! So there's no question that Irene put Rick on the road to becoming an engineer as he basically had to fix all of the broken mechanical toys!!  And fix them he did! (To a kid, how lucky was Rick to have a mom who could get all of those toys!! It was like Christmas every day!!!) I haven’t seen Irene for many years but my last memory of her is singing in the Norwood United Church choir with Karen back in the 90s. Of course Rick sent me some cruise pictures a few years ago and I saw her looking happy and healthy then. My impression was that she was the same mom I knew back in the 60s, and except for the grey, remarkably unchanged by time.  So I’m sitting here in Southern California tonight a million miles away from that distant, mythical place in time thinking of a wonderful Ukrainian mother with a great big heart and great big stride to boot! Tonight I know she’s finally with Charlie, both resting in His arms, looking down, full of love for her terrific family and totally at peace for having made great lives for her children and many others. Goodnight, good job, Irene. All our love to Karen, Myra and Phyl. Doug and Cindee B, Laguna Woods, CA 

Kelly Kuhl

September 25, 2024 at 7:31 PM

The complexity of Irene Castelein If you ever walked by my grandmother on a sidewalk or brushed past her, shopping in a store, you might have might have missed it. It was subtle. Hidden. Buried. She kept her beautiful complexity closely guarded. To you, she might have looked like a normal grandma, someone sweet and uncomplicated, picking out craft supplies on a lazy Sunday to make some charming tea cozy. Let me say it plainly: you would have been wrong. Her name was Irene Castelein and she was not a simple person. She was icon. From the very beginning, I knew that she was different than other grandma’s. As a young child, she spoke to me as if I was a 30-year-old linguistics major. Her vocabulary was so extensive that I could follow about 75% of every conversation with her, hurriedly going away to fetch my thesaurus as soon as she looked the other direction. She introduced me to fine art and classical ballet. She rapidly devoured literature. We discussed theology while she told me about her days as a costume designer for a local church, making zebras from yarn and giraffes from papier mâché. In the time it might take to get in to see the dentist, my grandmother could hand-crochet a wedding gown. With a train. (During the time when bride’s liked the train to be the length of the isle.) She was an artist, a philosopher, and an intuitive, adeptly moving from humanitarian in one moment to aesthete in another. You would be forgiven if you had a chance encounter with my grandmother and missed these qualities. She was the opposite of simple. Angular and statuesque, her magical imagination and elevated taste level were buried deep inside a self-protected shell. She charmed, but remained elusive. In crowds, she was often too vocal. When attending my fashion design competition in New York, she had strong words about the talent of those competing against me. My sister and I remember visits to grandma’s house dotted with brusque outbursts in Ukrainian, chiding us for missteps. Renumeration came in the form of the the best homemade perogi’s and lots of too-tight hugs. It was complex territory with great rewards. Like a cat, you had to win her over. She was slow to trust and even slower to allow you in. She was coated in years of the hard layers that come from living life and making your way as a woman in the world. She was driven and imaginative. Judgmental and moody. A progressive nemophilist from a nostalgic city. She was a woman with as many facets and layers as a chandelier, each reflecting a sharp glint of light to trick the eye. Yet, with all that grit, she would be the first one to notice the smell of a springtime flower in the air. In recent years she wobbled a bit more when she walked, missed bits of conversation, and napped a lot. It’s how it goes for us all, if we are lucky. Part of living is ageing. Part of life is death, as they say. But her mind was as sharp as crystal. We discussed politics, art, fashion, food, literature and her surreal aquamarine eyes would grow wide and vibrant. Then, she chose to move on to the next… Having traveled widely, moved often, and lived in 13 different towns and cities, I have met a lot of people. My grandmother was one of the most brilliant and intuitive people I have ever encountered. For years I have been telling friends that I was a reincarnated version of her. I know… that sentiment doesn’t really make logical sense. It was the closest I could ever get to explaining how I felt about her. It is like I am a part of her. With all her complexity, she was a gift. Somehow, I can see who she used to be, was meant to be, or was deep inside before the world happened to her. Knowing her made me feel like I made sense. From here on, I am going to think of my grandmother every day. There is nothing different about that. I am going to think about all the little things she said, hoping I made her proud when she got to watch me perform classical ballet on my 30th birthday. I will choose to be too opinionated and too aesthete, but will venture to keep myself open, sharing my beautiful complexity with others. I imagine one day I will be caught by surprise on a lazy Sunday, seeing someone shopping for craft supplies to make some charming tea cozy. In that moment I will think of how lucky I was to have Irene Castelein as my grandmother.
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