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Kenneth Peutert

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KENNETH ERWIN PEUTERT

October 18, 1946 - September 10, 2020

Born 18th October 1946 on the family farm in Stonehenge Saskatchewan, died 10 September 2020. Ken was the first of three children born to Edwin Erwin Peutert and Ida Louise (Gilbert) Peutert. Born amongst the first of the Boomer generation he was raised by parents who had survived first the Great Depression and the dirty 30s of the Saskatchewan dustbowl, then the Second World War, and who never forgot the life lessons learned during those years. Ken grew up during the period when large parts of the farming areas of Saskatchewan were just being electrified and rural communities were cohesive, gossipy and often interrelated by marriage, blood or both.

 

He remembered a boyhood with both Gilbert and Peutert grand-parents and cousins of several degrees living in the area. The 1st telephones running on the barbwire fences, chores before and after school, riding a horse to the Stonehenge School, and later riding a bike 2 or 3 miles to the school bus pickup point to go to high school in Assiniboia. As many farm boys did, he had learned the ins and outs of farm finances, how to keep the stock in good shape and machinery running, and had some stock of his own for a financial start in life by the time he was finishing high school. He was in the air cadets and since there was a local airport that had a training program during the war this gave him the opportunity to fly. Ken did not go on to get his pilot’s licence though, he thought most cockpits were too cramped for a 6’ 2 farmkid. His father encouraged his children to go to University, and Ken went to the University of Saskatchewan to study agriculture. While there, he met friends that he kept for life, especially Terry O’Connell, and became interested in almost everything.

 

After university Ken indulged his interest in everything; working with combine crews on both sides of the border to see the country, living and working in Vancouver and walking the West Coast trail with his friend Jim, spending 12-18months in pre metropolitan Winnipeg as a member of the then much smaller Winnipeg police force, certified as an industrial painter and travelling with his crew to chemical plants and bridges to recoat the metal structures and prevent rust and deterioration, and working security in mining or construction camps in northern Manitoba. During this travelling time, Ken returned home to the farm when his father died to help his mother settle the estate. He then went on and travelled through parts of Europe with Alexandra, a trip he remembered fondly although the relationship later ended.

 

During all this travelling and changing, Ken stayed in close touch with his family, and in the early 80s came to Winnipeg to visit his sister Gretchen, who was married and settled in Winnipeg. This led to meeting Gretchen’s next-door neighbour Margret, and somehow the man who thought he would never settle down and certainly couldn’t put up with children, settled for39 years, and but for bad luck would have stayed longer. He never lost his feeling for the hills and short grass prairie land that he grew up in, although he liked trees well enough, just not all the way around.

 

Ken was a true romantic at heart, committed to old fashioned beliefs about the necessity of caring for other people and improving the situation you find yourself in. He found unkindness offensive, and was interested in, and would have a conversation with anyone he met.  He would offer help when he could, particularly to anyone he thought was having a hard time. Like most people, he didn’t always meet his own standards but he did his best. For someone who thought he couldn’t deal well with kids he did a remarkable job of dealing with ‘the guys’ Rob and Dominic for whom he was a father figure and Alicia, Anna, Tyler, and Al, all of whom he influenced at one time or another. He was prouder of them all than he ever let them know.


He will be missed by aunt Rebecca (Gilbert) Williamson and her children; uncles Don and Al Gilbert; cousin Glen Peutert and family; nieces Reena Thiessen and husband Will and Caroline Dickens; great-nieces Rayvin and Moira Spearman; brother-in-law (and in heart) Dave Bangart, Margret’s brother David Thomas and wife Charlotte, Terry and Marion O’Connell and family, friends in Roseisle; especially Ben and wife Lena, Abe, Marvin, and the coffee group at the co-op, friends from Winnipeg; Hubert with whom he shared the country raised conviction that everything could come in useful sometime, Jaskaran and Rose, Kieran, Gurpreet,  partner Margret and our acquired family; Rob and Michelle Jessup, Emma and Niklas, Dominic Contois and Carrie and their combined family, Samantha, Alicia, Memphis, Braden, Rileigh, Dylan, and Brianna. He was predeceased by his parents, and sisters Gretchen Peutert and Susan Dickens.

Cremation has taken place and Ken’s ashes will be scattered in the future; there will be no services held at this time. Ken’s family kindly requests that all his friends and relatives take a few minutes to honour his memory by sharing one's own photos, memories and stories of Ken using the comment area.

Family would like to acknowledge the kindness of the Headingly RCMP detachment; the St. Boniface Hospital, and the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner; all of whom were working under severe constraints, all of whom did their best to provide information and support in a difficult time.

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204-421-5501 - www.ethicaldeathcare.com

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Norma

September 6, 2021 at 4:55 PM

Over the years I would occasionally google his name, and today this tribute came up.  During school in Assiniboia Saskatchewan my sister was close friends with Gretchen and I was close friends with Susan. That’s how I met Kenny.  We were married in September 1973 and moved to Vancouver BC. Edwin passed away not long after and  Kenny stepped up to be  strong for his Mom then even though he was hurting too. We shared an apartment with his friend Jim. They both worked security at the Hudson Bay store at that time and would come home with some interesting stories!  Kenny, I’m so sorry things didn’t last for us, I was too young.  I will always be thankful for your kindness, love and understanding. But things usually turn out the way they should. I am so glad for you that you went on to become a wonderful father and have a happy life with many people who respected and loved you deeply.   Rest In Peace, you did good. Love, Norma

Lindy

December 6, 2020 at 3:59 PM

Sad to hear of Kenny's passing.   Remembering him, his dad, mom, Gretchen and Susan from many summers spent visiting my cousins and Aunts and Uncles in the Stonehenge area.   Later there were visits at my parent's home outside of Vancouver when Kenny visited after he moved to the West Coast.   He was always one of a kind.......    Lindy Macdonald (daughter of the late Freda Barrett, nee Peutert, sister of his dad Edwin)

Dominic

October 6, 2020 at 8:51 PM

The first memory i have of you is a walk where you stopped me from walking into traffic, and getting me to look down at a ketchup packet.  While you stomped it and it shot up my pant leg into my face. the second memory i have of you is pushing way to much chocolate milk out my straw and mom going “uskilmen” and your laugh of being mischievous, living vicariously through my adolescence and getting us both in hot water.  I knew then you were the perfect tag team partner.  Through the years we would stand by observing you.  Quietly never asking why but taking you in like a sponge, figuring thats just the way its done.  Always learning. You were bigger than Rushmore.   As adolescence fades teenage defiance grows.  Feeling 5 dollars an hour was beneath us never understanding the knowledge vastly out weighs the monetary moments.  it came and went as fast as it switched hands.  I call these the dark years. Father and son moments where you explain what a man does when he finds out hes going to be a daddy and how building a life is like building a house.  You dug your hole now build your walls and make your foundation unshakable. “ you fucked up,  now whats your plan?” I was sitting in the computer room staring off into nothing fearing for my life.  Like always you centred me got me refocused. You and mom were always my safe place. I wanted to hug you, but that wasnt us that was mom.   Not the mother but the father moments where “ you fucked up,  what did you learn”?  Was always what seemed to be a monthly occurrence. “Take something from it so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.” Reeling me back in when you felt i was getting to ahead of myself.   “It doesnt matter how good your roof is or how solid your basement is.  As long as your framing is solid everything else is variable”  Wondering always how you were doing, what you were doing.  Having to find out from mom because you never carried a phone until the past five years at least.   Teaching me the game of golf and the love and life lessons i picked up were worth all the bogies double bogies in the world by the way i always shaved my count, but you knew that.  One more round.   To me you were quiet yet very loud.  Your presents commanded attention.  After all you could always palm my head.  You always found a life lesson in the moments to many to remember yet as they come up i repeat them to my children.  Unconsciously filing them for when i would need them.  You were very prideful, yet when you went to far with mom and your face would go red as the morning sun youd take a step down acknowledge you wronged with a certain look or gesture or plainly a wise guy crack joke.  All was well in the world, Mom would smile you would smile and yin n yang were one.   You were here when i graduated high school, and college.  it ment more for me to make you proud than it did to hold that piece of paper and you were beaming.  Ear to ear baby! Like mom said yous didnt raise no fool.  Forever talking education.  Showing me the importance of it all.  When the time came and i asked you both how i could ever repay you.  Five words.....”pay it forward” okay 3 just me being a jerk.  “ when the time comes and you have the opportunity to help someone, help someone.  Pay if forward!   Im a father for the 7th time “. Ya cutting that damn thing off yet?”  Crude and jokingly as ever yet very very serious.  Always con-graduating as you were.  A child born is a child ment to be.  Make sure your doing right by and everything else will work its self out.  Never one argument but always there to dust me off and ask “ now what?”  If you dont see the trend of how perfect he was and will always be remembered.  You never knew greatness.   We had the beers had the smokes had the laughs had the crys. Well i cried you looked almost looked perplexed but stayed the course. Our  long talks out on the lynx built homes for people to start their lives in.  You were the great pillar in my life.   Now your on your newest adventure, to fill your curiosity which has an endless capacity.  Always another question about how something operates.   “ if your not learning something new everyday, whats the use?” K.P  The greatest gift in my life was having you brought into it.  I was no where near done learning from and watching you.  “Life owes us nothing” You always said that.  I wanna finish the sentence after 37 years with you.  “ life owes us nothing, yet promises us everything.”  As long as were sincere in our abilities.  Honest in our integrity.  Help without question.  Ask no favour in return.   When i wake up tomorrow you will still be gone.  But your smile,  your big dopey eyes.  Your powerful spirit.  And most of all love of life.  Will always be in my heart.   “The world needed to stop, when you left us”. I will never love another man like i love you.  There is and will always only ever be....one Ken Peutert. “    A Letter to my Father!!
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