Hank and Irene have been my parents away from home since 1988, and I already miss them dearly.  Condolences to the extended family and friends

Sadness tinged with gladness envelope this message.  I’m sad that Uncle Hank, as I called him, has left you/us but happy to have spent time in his and Aunt Irene’s company.  

I too remember the kids and I finding cool comfort in the huge swimming pool out back of the house.  Happy Hour was de rigueur with Aunt Irene and Uncle Hank - appetizers with fine  sherry being the usual libation.  I remember taking Thomas with me to the liquor store to buy a bottle and to find a dessert.  When I was worried about him being underage to be in the liquor store he reminded me he was from Holland!! The best trout I’ve ever tasted was at 421 McGill.  (An appropriately named street being as it was Hank’s Alma mater (a fact of which I was unaware until the funeral)).  Hiking happened too with my kids and Robin who was a wee mite at the time.  My dog was always welcome as were we.

My father, Bob Newson, met Hank when he was learning to pilot a plane in Moose Jaw.  He later built the house the Bepples lived in in Crofton.

My mom, Doreen Newson (née Lambert) was good friends and a traveling buddy of Irene’s and Heather and I have shared copies of old photos that we have come across in sorting through memorabilia.  Amazing that this connection, begun before either of our births,  has held strong and remains cherished.

A full and well lived life, shared with a loving and wonderful Family. 

Condolences to all of the extended Bepple Clan   💐 

Wishing you all the fond memories Hank leaves behind,   Nunzio

Uncle Hank loved to hunt and fish. I never did hunt with him because I didn't want to hunt anything that could run faster than me if I had to retreat. Which included just about anything that could walk or crawl too.
 So I joined him ice-fishing from time to time. He provided all the research and logistical data (in great detail). He also provided the transportation and most of the gear. I was there to do anything requiring someone to be left-handed. And I helped eat the lunch prepared for us  by Aunt Irene.
 I learned the following lessons: 1) Ice-fisherman lie about what happened on the lake the day before we got there. Everyone did not limit out or chop a bigger hole to get their fish out 2) A frozen lake is not a parking lot. Do NOT park next to the 2 trucks out on the ice. 3) In minus 30 weather with a wind chill of minus 55, standing on top of a sputtering wood campfire will not make you warmer, but it will still burn the bottoms of your rubber soled snowmobile boots.
Uncle Hank, thank you for many wonderful life time memories. Rest in Peace.
Terry Bepple

I gave such fond memories of visiting Mr. and Mrs. Bepple in Kamloops. They were always so welcoming and kind.
I am thinking of all the family, and send my deepest sympathy.

As the owner/operator at Ross & Terry’s,Hank hired my husband Larry on as Partsman in early 1987.He was a kind and fair boss and Larry always had great respect for Hank.They were both Kamloops raised and enjoyed sharing city history .He and Irene were both such friendly people.The kids and I would visit the shop to see ‘Dad’ and  it was always a treat as Hank would have cookies in his desk drawer for them.A true family man!Our sincere condolences to Hank’s family.
From Barb Sweet and family

Irene and Hank said they liked taking care of our dog Julie when we were away.  She was treated just like a special guest.

Everyone was so welcome at their house. Our grandsons remember them as the people with the pool.

The four of us at the Burton campground. I don't think we aged much after this; taken in 2014. Photos bring back the happy memories.

This was taken when we camped with Hank and Irene at the Burton campground on Arrow Lake. I'm glad to have so many happy memories of times we shared. Beautiful people, beautiful location.

I am so very saddened to hear of Uncle Hank’s passing. 
I haven’t seen him for a number of years (since my dad’s passing), but have thought of him often.
He was my favorite Uncle. 
•	Maybe it was because of (or in spite of) celebrating my 16th birthday with him, my dad and cousin Barry. Up in the bush somewhere, knee deep snow, packing out a moose from Uncle’s recent hunting trip. I remember it often.
•	Maybe it was from the card that he and Auntie Irene sent me after my cancer diagnosis.
•	Maybe it was when I would encourage my son, when he was pursuing his mechanical engineering degree like his Great Uncle Hank.
•	Maybe it’s from the last 5 years, when I drive to Duncan and remember my family’s trips in the 60’s to visit the Bepple’s in Crofton. 
I offer my sincerest condolences to his family. I know that he’ll be greatly missed by many including myself.

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Henry "Hank" Bepple

August 23, 1932 – March 25, 2025

Schoening Funeral Service

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