HAZELTON HERBERT SHORE (H.H. Shore)
March 21, 1937 - June 18, 2021
Being a farmer isn’t for everyone, but “hay” it was definitely in Haze Shore’s jeans! Haze was born on March 21, 1937 with dirt in his shoes and a passion for farming! It is said that old farmers never die, they just go to seed - so on June 18, 2021, we took great comfort in knowing that with Haze’s passing, he would become a part of the earth he so loved to farm!
Haze was the third generation of Shores farming in the Parkhill School District north of Morden, Manitoba. He grew up participating in various clubs, including the Potato and Seed Club, as well as the 4-H Beef Calf Club, where he had a championship calf at the age of fourteen. He enjoyed tinkering around with Meccano sets and had an aptitude for using and repairing machinery which proved to be extremely useful on the farm. Later, he would often be described as “MacGyver” with his talent and ingenuity for fixing anything around the farm and house!
In 1954, Haze took the two year Agricultural Diploma Course at the University of Manitoba and loved to share his Aggie vs Engineer stories with his two engineer grandsons! He worked hard in “acres” not hours during farm season and spent countless more hours and years serving on the executive and as a volunteer at the Morden Curling Club. He was presented as an Honorary Life Member in appreciation of his prominent service to the game of curling in 1988. Haze was a dedicated community volunteer, a member of the Legion Board and Elks Lodge among others.
Not only was Haze “out-standing” in his field, but he was an avid curler, old time music lover, enthusiastic dance partner for over 10 years in the Friends of Dance Club, and most importantly, a fun-loving and devoted grandfather/great grandfather who was always a willing participant in anything the kids could muster up for him to do! His hair and nails never looked so good! He took extreme pride in his grandchildren and they always came first no matter what was going on at the farm!
Eventually, Haze agreed to do some traveling with Shirl once their children became more responsible and they could be sure of returning home with their house intact! They took some time to reunite with friends each winter over the course of 16 years in Oliver and then later, Osoyoos where they would dance, curl, and play a marathon of card games and crokinole. Following the curling Briers and world championship events around were always a highlight for Haze. After being talked into his first Triple 7 bus tour, they soon became a favourite way to travel and visit some new places.
Haze never missed an opportunity to have a good old fashioned chin wag with anyone during his morning coffee outings to Chicken Flings & Taters and later, Tim Hortons. Grain deliveries and any farm related trips to town always took a little longer as a result! Farming with his son, Brad, was a dream come true and it could be argued that he didn’t actually snore, he dreamed tractor (John Deere, of course)! Haze’s story telling was always entertaining as it was filled with just the right balance of fact and colour to keep his audience engaged. Never a dull moment when he was on a roll! And never a visit without him sharing a jumbo container of cheese balls, Licorice Allsorts, and ice cream wafer cookies.
Family was everything to Haze and goodbyes were difficult for him so you might as well just pull up a chair and stay awhile longer! Winnie the Pooh summed it up brilliantly when he said, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
Haze will be lovingly remembered by his wife of 62 years, Shirley (nee Mayert), his 3 children and their spouses: Judy (Rhys), Brad (Nicole), Joanne (Steve); his 5 grandchildren: Melissa (fiancé, Ward), Riley, Renee, Bo, Bailee; his great-granddaughter Anika, and numerous other family and friends.
The family would like to offer a special thank you to the wonderful staff for the excellent care and kindness that Haze received at Tabor Home. As an expression of sympathy, memorial contributions may be made to the Alzheimer’s Society or the Morden Tabor Home.
Haze’s secret is out! Most of you would know that Haze was not fond of his name even though he had the distinction of being a third generation bearing the family name of his great-grandmother, handed down to his great-uncle, his uncle, and then himself. This is for all of you who have asked Haze over the years what the H.H. in his name stood for and received the reply, “That’s none of your business!” Or a sly little grin while waving his finger and warning, “That’s once!”
To know Haze is to love Haze!