In Memory
Gordon Farr
Gordon
Thomas Arthur Farr (1943 – 2024) was a kind, caring, and hardworking farmer who
loved his family and his farmland. He was born in Calgary, Alberta on
August 31, 1943 to parents, Dorothy (Dolly) and Ellerby Farr. From a very
early age Gord had a passion for crops and agriculture. After his father
passed unexpectedly when Gord was 12 years old, he began farming and was proud
to have never missed a year until the day of his passing. He lived just
north of Calgary, Alberta during his youth and eventually bought his own dairy
farm (Farrview Farms) west of Didsbury, Alberta in 1971. Gord was a
loving husband to Sandy Farr; a proud father to Dale (Vicky), Gale (Brent),
Scott (Mandy), Shawna (Dean), and Darcy (Morgan); and Papa Gord to 7
grandchildren.
Gord
always made the most of every day, busy with the hustle and bustle of keeping a
family farm thriving with the dairy, grain, pigs, and the occasional batch of
chickens. He also custom farmed for many in the community west of
Didsbury. He built a house from the basement up with his wife Sandy, and
wore out two pairs of runners shingling the barn (twice). He could fill a
sprayer, change the oil, and get 4 rounds of bales up before he was called in
for supper after milking. Gord was a force of nature for so many years
because he was doing what he truly loved, and after they finally sold the dairy
in 2009, he could focus on his love of grain farming instead of milking cows
twice a day. We turned around twice and all of a sudden it was over 68
years of tending the land.
Gord
was quiet and unassuming, strong, and provided for those he loved. He was
soft spoken and showed his love by showing up when someone needed help or when
something needed to be fixed within his family or his community. When he
wasn’t pulling someone’s broken pump from a well or mixing feed for one of the
neighbors, he was plowing snow for everyone within 10 miles of the house or
pulling a stranger out of the ditch at 2 am after a knock at the door.
Gord also loved his farm equipment! He was an International Harvester /
Case IH man, and “if it wasn’t Red he left it in the Shed”. He had a
small collection of antique tractors which he liked to enter into tractor
pulls, and a larger collection of farming equipment to keep him busy where he
liked to be best, in the fields. On one occasion when Sandy went to get
her hair done, he dropped her off and drove to the other side of Olds to the
local CaseIH dealership where he bought two tractors before she could get a cut
and blow-dry. He didn’t want for much else though, and was content to
have his family near him and a few inches of rain. Up until the very last
week before his passing he was checking crops and looking at his weather
station. Gord passed away peacefully at his family home on Tuesday, July
23, 2024. He will be eternally missed and loved dearly.
“It
had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners, somebody
to seed, weed, feed, and rake and disc and plow and plant and strain the milk
and replenish the self feeder and finish a hard weeks work, somebody who would
bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh
and then sigh, and then reply with smiling eyes, when his family says he wants
to spend his life doing what a farmer does.”
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Gary Scholer
Gary & Brenda Frazer
Betty Lou Hoopfer Muhlbach
Mike & Darlene Strachey
We are so sorry for your big loss of such a wonderful man! He was always so caring to his siblings & cousins back in our childhood days! We had many good times playing baseball, swimming in the creek if you can imagine & skating at Balzac! You will all miss him dearly but be so thankful you had such a nice man! Thinking of you lots!
Love Mike & Darlene
Ivy Goetjen
Elizabeth Negropontes
Jill Thrush
Donna Galvin
Bob and Myrna Nuss
Melissa
Carol Laible /Stuart Gordon
SONIA KENNEDY
Lee Wetherall
Ruth Rutley
Gale
In those day there was a space between the seat and back window, that was my spot and down went the pillow and that's where I would stay. As a little girl I was with Dad always! Where he was I was. Precious moments for me!
The time he let me bale hay, first and last time. I plugged the baler solid. Needless to say I didn't bale anymore after that.
But you know Dad never got mad. I loved him for that, disappointed maybe at times but not mad.
I will never forget his big heart and how he would help when he could and his laugh and smile one of a kind.
I loved this man like no else, I thank my lucky stars he was my DAD. I hope he knew how proud I was to have called him my Dad.
I love you Dad! Good bye for now!!!
Deanie Picard
Linda Batke
Dale
Thank you Dad,
I love you most!
Michelle Burrage
We will be thinking of you and the family