Ronald Grant Harbor

02-23-1945 - 07-11-2024

Ron passed away peacefully, surrounded by his family on July 11, 2024.

Ron was born on February 23, 1945 in Hanley, SK and lived there for the majority of his life.

Ron leaves behind his loving wife of 51 years Marianne, son Glenn (Kari), grandson’s Trace, Fletcher and daughter Erin; his sisters Norma and Marion (Gary) and sister-in-law Bev. Ron also leaves many cherished nieces, nephews, cousins, in laws and friends.

Ron was predeceased by his parents Ted and Muriel, brother Keith and nephew Richard.

Ron loved his family and life on the farm. He will be greatly missed.

Rest Easy Papa Bear, until we meet again.

Always in our hearts and forever in our memories.

A Come and Go will be held in Ron's memory at the Hanley Golf Course Club House on Sunday July 21, 2024 from 2pm to 5pm.

In lieu of flowers donations can be made to Hanley Minor Ball, Hanley Minor Hockey, Hanley Fire Department or the Hospice at Glengarda.

Dad was born in 1945 and grew up and spent most of his life on the farm. Like many farming families at the time, he came from humble beginnings. As a child, he never learned how to skate, or swim and he worked hard to make sure his family would have the opportunities he never had growing up. Erin and I were always involved in sports, music lessons (though that was short lived on my part), swimming lessons and all sorts of activities. He met mom in the Northwest Territories while working for Kenaston Drilling, they got married and I was born in Inuvik in 1975 and we moved back to Hanley when I was 2 and Erin was born shortly after in Saskatoon.

Growing up on the farm I remember dad always having two jobs, usually a second job to support his farming “habit”. He worked at E&D Motors, then for the RM of Rosedale, Echo Bay Mine, and finally Seabee Gold Mine for 20 years. I had the privilege of working with him at Seabee with him for 4 years and hearing all about “the man who could fix anything”. Even after retiring from the mine dad continued to farm, even after selling the land back East and renting out the home half section he continued to work as a hired hand for local farmers for as long as his health would allow. Dad worked hard his whole life to make sure mom, my sister and I would want for nothing, and it is something I will never forget and always be grateful for.

Life on the farm is what dad loved best, home cooked meals, which mom spoiled him with, checking crops, or just parking on a hill to “see what the weather was doing” (or napping) were just a few of the things he enjoyed. Hunting, fishing and nature in general were just a few of the things he really enjoyed and instilled a passion for them in me as well. He could name pretty much any plant or bird that we came across and if he did find something he didn’t know, he would get me to look it up on “the Google”.

Never an emotional man, dad was sometimes hard to read, but there was always a gleam in his eye when it came to his grandsons Trace and Fletcher. Even though his health was already beginning to fail, he always had time to take the boys for a ride on the side by side or play checkers, cards or work on a puzzle. He enjoyed watching the kids play hockey and ball and even when he was not feeling his best he would try and make it in to watch them play. He loved puffed wheat cake, his preferred birthday cake, and was always happy to share with the boys.

The world does not owe you a living, you must work for want you want in life. You will appreciate something earned more than something given, and you can’t straighten rusty ring nails. These are just a few of the lesson’s dad taught me in life and I hope I can be as good a father to my son’s as you were to me and pass on your love of nature and the joy of living a simple life.

I love you and will miss you always.