Good afternoon: Jacob John Kuntz was born on March 5, 1925 in Kendal to Joseph and Annie Kuntz. Dad died on February 11, a Saturday, and as one of our brothers said just the other day, Dad always did like to go out on a Saturday night. Dad was one of 8 children who grew up on the farm working side-by-side helping grandpa and grandma, planting crops and gardens and anything else that needed to be done. He once expressed that the best times of his life were riding horse and buggy to town for socials and dances with his brothers and sisters. Dad loved music and dancing and often entertained friends and family. He particularly loved old time polka music, Johnny Cash and Elvis Presley. Dad also loved to watch a good western, The Ponderosa and at that time enjoyed jello and ice cream every Sunday with the family. Often on weekends he would play his old time polkas and we kids would dance around the living room to dad’s enjoyment. Dad loved music, especially the accordion. Dad was our ‘jack-of-all-trades’. When we were children he built miniature kitchen cupboards for the girls, helped the boys build go-carts, and continued with the grandchildren making doll beds, baby rockers, and tables and chairs. He also did upholstery, painting and fixing whatever needed to be done. Dad had his own workshop so it made it easy for him to do so. His other passions were the Saskatchewan Roughriders, gardening and playing darts. Dad worked hard at the Hospital Laundry Services as well as other part time jobs. During that time he was a strong union member involved with negotiations and so on. Dad loved a good joke and loved to make people laugh. As the story goes one time at the table negotiations were stalled and the tables were silent. To break the tension dad popped out his artificial eye and placed it in the centre of the table. A good laugh was had by all and the story is still being told today. Sounds just like Dad, doesn’t it. We all know Dad enjoyed a good beverage, smoking, a good laugh and a great party. He was a long-time member and president of Army Navy Vets. Dad loved his dart tournaments, week-end dancing and playing cards with friends and family. When we were kids we would all pile into the car on Sundays after church and we headed to Regina Beach for swimming and later ice cream. He would sit under a tree in his Sunday best while we kids played in the water. Often on the drive home the young children would ask, “Daddy, why is the sky red?” He would say that Santa Claus was baking cookies and we’d better be good if we wanted to have cookies at Christmas. A red sky is a wonderful memory of dad that will stay with us and carry on for generations. So when you see a red sky, think of dad. As you may know, Dad loved Kentucky Fried Chicken. It became almost a tradition for him to invite all his kids to his place for his Birthday and/or Fathers Day and he would order in Kentucky Fried Chicken. These were special times for Dad and we hope to continue this tradition. Dad loved his children, had special nicknames for them and liked to tease and tickle, always trying to make us laugh. He often took the boys to wrestling matches and when the midget wrestlers were in town, Robby and Rita loved to go with dad. As we grew older and bought our own homes, he was always there to lend a hand, whether to drywall, build a fence, paint, or plant a garden – all you had to do was ask. All of us kids appreciated him being there to help us. Dad loved life, he loved his family, extended family and all of you, so we would like to thank you all for coming to join us in saying goodbye to our dad, grandfather, great grandfather, great-great grandfather, uncle, brother, husband, and friend. Rest in peace Dad. We love you Thank you Shirley