Robert Thelwall Kershaw

Robert Thelwall Kershaw passed away peacefully at Royal Inland Hospital on Wednesday, February 7, 2007.

He leaves to mourn his loving daughter and sons who meant so much to him: daughter Arlene Donchi, sons Bill (Bernie), Bob (Edith), Jim (Val), Gary (Lynda), and Colin (Leslie). He is also survived by his grandchildren Brenda (Kelly) Cole, Kevin (Joanne), Rob, Scott (Rhonda) Kershaw, Liz (Andy) Sadorsky, Jeffery, Mark, Kyle Kershaw, Deanna (Kurt) Hawkenson, Fred Gleave, Marcie and Ryan Hutchings. Bob is survived by his great grandchildren Tim Cole, Kira, Tory, Robby-Ann, and Hannah Kershaw, Cecelia Russell, Ryan Sadorsky, Joshua and Colby Hawkenson.

 Bob was predeceased by his beloved wife, Allison, in 1985, and his daughter Nancy in 1973. He was also predeceased by his parents William and Annie Kershaw, his brother and four sisters.

 Bob was born in Victoria on November 3, 1913.

In 1919 his family moved to Robbins Range.

He married Allison Frisken in 1939 and the family farmed and raised beef cattle near Campbell Lake until they moved to Barnhartvale in 1947.

Through their hard work and self-sacrifice Bob and Allison farmed the land and raised a large family.

 With his usual industry and integrity, Bob was active in the Christmas tree business in the Fall for forty years beginning in 1948.  The rest  of the year he farmed his land and raised cattle.

 After his retirement, Bob devoted himself to raising race horses. The horses were Bob’s passion and kept him going through the later years of his life.  

Bob continued to live on the family farm until the end where he could keep his eye on his hay crop and his horses.

 Bob was a well-read man and always wanted to learn more about the world. His favourite topics were history and geology. He also loved poetry and often quoted lengthy selections of his favourite poems. 

 

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no

moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no

sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my

Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.

 Alfred Lord Tennyson

 

Online condolences may be expressed at www.schoenings.com.  

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the charity of your choice.

A Memorial Service for Bob will be held at St. Paul’s Cathedral, 360 Nicola St., on Monday, February 12, 2007 at 11:00 AM. A reception will follow in the church hall.