Wolfert, Orpha Eveon

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Orpha Eveon Wolfert was born August 3, 1921 in Hiram, Alberta and died May 20, 2013 in Hanna, Alberta at the age of 91 years. She was the 9th of 10 children born to William and Julia Courtier. Orpha had six brothers and three sisters all who have predeceased her.
She was raised on a farm south of Coronation. There she learned to live a simple and hard working lifestyle, one she maintained throughout her life. Orpha learned early to respect and how to care for the possessions she had.
Orpha married Alex Wolfert on April 28, 1947. They had two daughters; Phyllis was born August 30, 1949 and Elsie was born July 23, 1956. She and Alex farmed together in the Hanna area until 1986 when they moved into Hanna. Orpha always had a big garden, milked cows and generally was Alexs’ partner in the farm.
She not only was a wife, a mother, a granny, a sister, an aunt, a Great Nana, she was a homemaker, a gardener, a farmer, card shark, a seamstress, a quilter, a plumber and a care giver. She was a woman of integrity and had a quiet but strong faith.
Orpha will be lovingly missed by her daughters Phyllis, Elsie (Myles) her grand children, Kelly (Summer) Evonne (Todd) and Shaun, her great grandchildren, Chase, Morgan, Bethany, Bailey, Cassie, Ty and Jaylyn
Her husband Alex, her parents William and Julia as well as all of her brothers and sisters predeceased her.
Funeral Service was held May 25, 2013 at the United Church Hanna, Alberta with Rev Leila Currie Officiating. Burial followed in the Hanna Cemetery.
If friends so desire donations may be made in Orpha’s memory to either   Alberta Heart and Stroke Fund #101, 5208-53 Avenue Red Deer, Alberta T4N 5K2; or  S.T.A.R.S. 1441 Aviation Park N.E. Box 570 Calgary, Alberta T2E 9Z9   or charity of choice
Arrangements were entrusted to Cathy Watts of Heartland Funeral Services Ltd 403 854 2758
But Not Forgotten
By Dorothy Parker
I think no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not forget my hands.
Nor yet the way I held my head,
 Nor the tremulous things I said.
You will still see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night.
 And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory.
And keep my image there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

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