TONY J. SITAR

Condolences & Memories (13 entries)

• Hi Lorraine, I just wanted to express my condolences and say just this,"remember the good times, learn from the bad, forgive all the rest". Terry - Posted by: Terry Marx (old friend) on: Jul 29, 2013

• Dearest Jim I miss you and will never forget you. I may not be able to walk beside you anymore, but you will live on in my thoughts, and you will always be close to my heart. The Jim I know was really larger than life. You were bold and brash, an innovator and inventor, a wheeler and a dealer! To me, you were always helpful and generous, you were happy and fun to be with. You were unpretentious-you never pretended to be anyone but who you really were. You told it like it was and everyone knew where they stood with you. YOU WERE GENUINE, ONE OF A KIND and your word was as good as gold! Although you were perhaps small in stature, you made a huge impression everywhere and with everyone. I consider you to be a giant of a man! Someone to look up to and respect. Someone to emulate. Someone to celebrate. Hardly a day goes by that I don't find you wandering into my thoughts... -remembering some event in my life that you were a part of -recalling some crazy adventure that we were on together -thinking of a goal I achieved because of your help -remembering your kind words of wisdom and encouragement -telling someone about this great man that I was priviledged to know. Some of my vivid memories with you are...swamping your square-fronted boat full of panelling and hardware for your camp when we hit a wave on a windy Caddy Lake, and later that day having to open a can of beans for lunch with a pocket knife and eating them with a "spoon" you carved out of a stick of wood. Returning from hunting ducks by swing shooting on the river on Jessica Lake in late October and having to break newly formed ice all the way across the lake. Digging holes, trenches, and rocks. Lots of holes, trenches and rocks. Tearing things down or moving them away. Lots of them. Friendly "competition" in the wild rice season. Finding you in the dark in the middle of Lone Island Lake when you were towing a wild rice picker back to the landing while he sat in one of my canoes...only to turn my boat at speed around you and in the process sink my canoe and the wild rice picker. But you were safe. And my fondest- when you made me sleep on the freezing cold floor of your camp after our first day of moose hunting while you slept comfortably on an "elevated" hospital bed that you had aquired. I was forced to keep the fire in the stove roaring until it was finally warm enough on the floor to stop shivering. Shortly thereafter you woke up with a disgruntled "what the hell!" and in the beam of your flashlight I could see that you were red-faced and dripping with sweat! It had finally reached room temperature on the floor, but at your "elevation" it was about 95F. After a lot of cursing and laughing you opened the door to let everything cool down. And probably punish me! I miss you and will never forget you I am glad to call you my friend I love you man. Bill - Posted by: Bill (Friend) on: Jul 20, 2013

• My deepest sympathies to the family. I will miss him. He was always willing to help me out. I appreciated his advice with trapping and fixing trapping equipment. He sure was an expert at it and always such a helpful kind man. - Posted by: William (Bill) Sitar of Elma (Cousin) on: Mar 10, 2013

• I've known Jim for a good part of my life growing up in the Whitemouth area. It was after I started Curling with his son Jimmy that I got to know him quite well. The many times spent at the camp listening to all the stories of his life experiences fishing, hunting, trapping, and guiding. He did however say that what happens at camp stays at camp. Boy did I find that out when I let it slip out to Bernice that he used her special chicken to make soup at camp.( Jim made great chicken soup). Jim treated and accepted me as one of his own because he entrusted me with the key to everything that was important to him. He spent coutless hours teaching me how to prepare fur and that it was important to have a drink after the work was done and admire the accomplishments of the day. Jim was no doubt a woodsman, inventor, businessman, father, grandfather, and a good friend to many. He will be sadly missed, but not forgotten. He always told me that if he died tomorrow he was good with it because he had a good life with no regret. Jim really did live life to the fullest, something we could all learn from. I will keep the promises I made to you old friend. Every time I catch a fish,fur, or just sit at the camp with a drink in my hand thinking of the past I will have wonderful thoughts of you. I know you are out there watching over me. Until we meet on the other side my friend. Peace be with you. - Posted by: Reinhard Sommerfeld (Friend) on: Feb 24, 2013

• Jim was the greatest of friends to me and my family at Brereton Lake. Always willing to lend a helping hand putting in a boat winch, bringing fish when he and Bill K. were finished for the day and enjoying some refresment of course, sneaking candy bars to my two girls almost every time we shopped in the store and just being a darn good friend. I have never forgotten your and Bernice's kindnesses to me when I needed moral support, by taking me out fishing, teaching me how to make perogies and just being there with shoulders to lean on. Rest peacefully my friend and good fishing and trapping!! Love Jo. - Posted by: Jo-Anne Gourlay (friend) on: Feb 23, 2013

• Even as Jim and I didn't see eye to eye for the last many years, he was the reason I moved to Manitoba. He taught me how to trap, skin and tack pelts. I learned alot from him. He was the ultimate "Man's Man". A hard worker, and a outdoors person all his life. - Posted by: BRIAN QUILTY (NEPHEW) on: Feb 21, 2013

• My sympathy to Lorriane and her family. I am Jim's niece, (my mother Frances) Haven't seen you all for many years. Email me at shirleekenealey57@hotmail.com if u wish. My prayers are with you all. - Posted by: Shirley Kenealey nee Klassen (Niece) on: Feb 18, 2013

• Lorraine, my deepest condolences to you and your families. Your dad is at rest and in peace now. You are in my prayers at his time. Regards.....mike - Posted by: Mike molotkin (Colleague of daughter Lorraine) on: Feb 18, 2013

• Lorraine and family, Im so sorry for your loss. You have always been there for myself and others with a friendly comment, humour and kindness. Hope I can do the same for you. Your father sounded so similar to mine in relation to the fishing, hunting and loving the Whiteshell area. Enjoy the memories and and take care Lorraine. Roland H - Posted by: Roland Hoffman () on: Feb 18, 2013

• My deepest sympathy to Lorraine and family during this sad time. - Posted by: Patti Adams (Friend of Lorraine's ) on: Feb 18, 2013

• I remember as a young boy waiting for my trips to Uncle Jim's. They were great times for me, a city boy from Vancouver to go to Uncle Jim's to fish, ride in boats, sit on the top of the chicken coop to shoot that pesty fox and sit and ride on my first snowmobile up his driveway in the summertime. You were always good to me and I thank you for that. When Sally and I came to visit, you took us out to your cabin by boat through tunnels on the lakes. It was a blast. God bless and rest in peace. Fish On Love: Gord and Sally Quilty - Posted by: Gord Quilty (Nephew) on: Feb 16, 2013

• Have not seen Uncle Jim for many years but my memory will be of a man who seemed always cheerful and ready to live life to it's fullest. - Posted by: Bob Klassen (Nephew) on: Feb 15, 2013

• This was dad's third time battling cancer. Of course at the age of 83, he didn't have the strength to beat it. Surprisingly enough, the last few months of his life were the months that he demonstrated the most courage, strength and positive attitude I had ever seen in him. Dad came from "humble" beginnings but always worked hard to support our family of 5 and he did a very good job of it. Both of my parents brought us up with certain beliefs: you work hard for what you want - you never take anything that doesn't belong to you - you respect your elders - and you always save for a rainy day. I grew closer to my dad in the last months of his life - and I think we both enjoyed each other's company. I will truly miss my dad and I hope that as he watches over me - he's proud. God bless you dad. - Posted by: Lorraine Sitar (Daughter) on: Feb 15, 2013