Ethel Mary Jackson

January 21, 1898 - December 31, 2002

Born in Oldham, Lancashire, England in 1898, she received a Labor Certificate on January 11, 1911 which enabled her to work in England. Her family moved to Canada in January of 1912 to the Gull Lake, Sask. Area. She worked for various families as a housekeeper. Ethel married Bill Jackson November 5, 1931 in Redcliff. They farmed in the Verlo, Sask district, residing on the farm until the late 1940s, when they moved to Verlo. When Bill died in 1956 Ethel spent that winter in Swift Current, and then nine months in Anaheim, California. She lived alone until the age of 98, first in Medicine Hat, where she kept a big garden and flowers. At 95 years old she moved to Luther Manor.

I Have a Place in Heaven

Please don't sing sad songs for me, forget your grief and fears, for I am in a perfect place, away from pain and tears...I'm far away from hunger, and hurt and want and pride, I have a place in heaven, with the Master at my side, my life on earth was very good, as earthly lives can go, but paradise is so much more, than anyone can know...My heart is filled with happiness, and sweet rejoicing, too. To walk with God is perfect peace, a joy forever new.

George Allan "Cactus" Lapp

January 30, 1916 - December 26, 2002

George was born on the family homestead on July 30, 1916. From a very young age, he became interested in ranching. George bought his dad’s place in 1942 and ran a top cow/calf operation until he passed away. George was respected by many as a good cattleman and stockman. He had a great compassion for all animals. Cattle, horses, and rodeo were his "life". George was a founding member and avid competitor of the Medicine Hat Roping Club. He was a also a sponsor of Box Springs Rodeo.

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Anne Torgerson

January 15 1918 - January 1, 2003

Anne was born in Whitehaven, England in 1918, immigrating to Canada in 1945.

Do not stand at my gave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you waken in the morning's hush, I am the gentle uplighting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.