Clifford Chandler

Funeral Service

Friday, January 30th

2:00 p.m.

Lintlaw Community Hall

Cliff was born to Annie and Clarence Chandler on the homestead, NW 6-36-8-W2nd on June 5, 1944. A neighbour, Hedvig Sundberg, was the midwife. The family is overwhelmingly saddened by his unexpected death on January 24, 2015, at the Royal University Hospital, Saskatoon. They lovingly remember him as a genuine, gentle, down-to-earth person and will miss him greatly.
Cliff is survived by two special sisters, Hazel (Bud) and Susan. They were the three youngest in the family, with Cliff being the oldest of the three. He taught them everything they needed to know as kids - riding bikes, playing games and doing kid jobs. They enjoyed each other in everything they did. This special bond with his sisters continued his whole life, with Susan, later in life becoming his farming partner.
Cliff is also survived by another sister Clara (Reg) and a brother Bernie (Rose) as well as 17 nieces and nephews who admired him as a special uncle. Special to him were Hazel's three children: Cindy, Kelly and Gail. They visited the farm every Sunday, often staying over when school permitted it. Cliff and the kids spent time entertaining and teasing each other and they helped him on the farm as well.
Predeceasing him were two sisters and their husbands, Shirley (Bill) and Marjorie (Everett); one brother, George; four nephews; one brother-in-law, Peter Kopeck; and one sister-in-law, Annie Chandler.
Cliff's first job was with the PFRA, building community pastures in many parts of Saskatchewan. Following that he returned to the farm at Stove Creek and farmed for many years with brother George and sister Susan. Last fall he even finished harvesting his crop although he had started having some health issues. He was usually very busy, but he always took time to watch any birds that crossed his path. His cattle were very important to him - a bull sale was at the top of his list of fun activities. Chief, his dog, was a special part of his life.
Cliff was the kind of person who couldn't sit still when there was work to be done. The many jobs on the farm in summer or logging, milling lumber or getting out wood in winter were what really made him happy. In the evening, he enjoyed many a game of crib with George or Susan or anyone who would play.
Cliff loved singing. In fact, if you wanted to know where he was outside, just stop and listen! Once a neighbour, who dropped by when Cliff was out on the field with the tractor commented, "I can't hear or see him or the tractor, but I can hear him singing so I know where he is."
Cliff will be missed by all who knew him.