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Jennifer Good uploaded photo(s)
Friday, August 18, 2023
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The busa bros... winter racing...lol
Rest in peace brother....you'll always be in our hearts
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Stephen and June Wood posted a condolence
Wednesday, August 16, 2023
May God comfort you all at this difficult time. Sending our love and prayers.
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Phillis Monasterski posted a condolence
Wednesday, August 16, 2023
So many good times that we spent together. I especially remember the time at Little Fishing Lake and how much fun I had with the kids. Steve got Chase to practice his swimming , when I couldn’t. May your memories of him comfort you and bring you peace. My deepest sympathies and condolences to you and the girls .
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Elaine Bills posted a condolence
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
My deepest sympathies to you Vickie and your family in this difficult time of loss. May you know God’s strength and peace each day ahead.
Sincerely, Elaine Bills
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Ken Lysons posted a condolence
Tuesday, August 15, 2023
Behind the wheel with Steve, lessons learned.
I met Steve in the early 1980's, can still remember the red half ton that he drove when we were just kids.
I was in Penticton this last week, ended up there after going to the States and had a lot of time behind the wheel to reflect on time spent in that exact same scenario, behind the wheel with Steve.
I drove past the business where we spent weeks working on snowmobiles, Steve learned how to mig weld aluminum and steel, while we helped Larry from Ekholm in Summerland BC.
I stayed at the same little motel Steve and I used to. I remember him laying in bed with a 1000 Cc race engine, cuddling it like a puppy. It was of course set up as a joke. It was like we were there yesterday. We had fun.
Steve and I made that trip countless times, sometimes only as far as Revelstoke where we would go mountain sledding on our Ekholm modified Yamahas, or into Valemount. We actually went twice one week, got home and the weather was terrible, so we turned around and went again. It was -7 Celsius in Revelstoke with 2 feet of fresh snow reported, perfect sledding weather.
It was always the same, he would pull up in front of my house, where Jerry or Scott or Ron, Judd, John, Barret, Mike or whoever else was waiting to go with us sledding or to the lake. He would park the truck and throw me the keys. He always said he didn't want to hear me complaining about his driving, but I like to think the truth was he enjoyed being able to sleep and liked being chauffeured.
Steve and I had a mutual understanding about many similar things, when I helped him during seeding or harvest he was asked by Oj one time if I was worth having as a helper. He said he could probably find someone if I wasn't available, but just didn't want to train another a-hole. Owen spit coffee everywhere, then laughed hysterically. He did quantify the question by saying he knew without question that his farm and his family would be safe with me there, and we spent many years watching our kids grow up together.
Farming with Steve was taught and learned quickly when his Dad passed, on one of the very first days I was running the big cultivator behind the 4840 I jack knifed and caught the cable in the dual, bending the hitch. I had to get a welder friend out to repair the damage, which I paid for. This never happened again, lesson learned.
I learned many lessons on that little farm. Steve asked me one time to go move the straw chopper from behind the combine, so we could ready it for harvest. I went out to do just that, but found out Steve must have had some hidden super human strength. Try as I might, I had a real problem lifting that straw chopper! I said to myself 'well if skinny little Steve can do it, I am going to!'. I finally lifted it a few inches off the ground, and struggled as I slowly carried it to the side so we could move the combine. When I turned to put it down, I felt the tear and ended up on the gravel in agony.
I was finally able to get to the house about 20 minutes later, a full 300' walk/crawl where I could only get out the word "hospital". I held my breath trying not to pass out as we flew down the Streamstown road, and into emergency. After a consultation and pain numbing medicine was administered I was able to tell Steve what had happened. I said there was no way I was going to let him beat me at the farmer weight lifting competition, and that I had torn muscles carrying the strawchopper. His face went white, and he exclaimed KEN!!! I USE THE FRONT END LOADER!!!
Lesson learned, never repeated.
Steve drove me to go beyond my capabilites, I often found myself wanting to impress my friend.
I spent a few thousand hours over a dozen years behind the wheel of a tractor or combine, which gave plenty of time to contemplate the intricacies of farming, which Steve was no stranger to. He ran a tight ship, always up long before I was, air filters blown out and equipment greased, fueled up and ready for me, for another 18 hour day. I was always bigger and stronger than Steve, but I could not out work him. If we were shoveling out a bin, he just never ran out of energy.
I remember one time coming in from the field and seeing this odd light just flying across the swaths in front of me. It was really moving! When I got closer, I realized it was Steve running full tilt with a flash light, now walking back with a tiny raccoon screaming and hissing held like a kitten by the scruff of its neck, like a hairy chainsaw on adrenaline. I am certain that little beast would have eaten us both given a chance. Steve always had a way with animals, I remember him grabbing a field mouse out of his tool box in the garage, just holding it gently in his hand, me thinking it would bite him for sure, give him some hard to spell disease but it just sat there calmly, washing its ears and face until Steve put it down. I also remember Steve using gloved hands to help a little porcupine up a steep snowy slope it was trying to climb. He truly was fearless.
I always said one of the most amazing things about Steve was his technical mind, you could hand him a bucket or box of parts, and like a jigsaw puzzle he would eventually hand back whatever I took apart in working order. He saved my butt many times doing this, I am great at dismantling anything, putting tiny unlabelled parts together was his forte'.
We shared so many hobbies, sorry Vicki. From boating, fishing, kneeboarding to paintball, hunting, target shooting with rifles shotguns handguns and bows, radio controlled cars and boats, reloading ammunition, quadding, sledding and more, when one of us (generally me) started a passion for something new the other would inevitably follow.
It was very difficult and sometimes impossible to keep up with Steve in many of these ventures, he was better on a knee board, wakeboard, airchair sled and quad, partially because he was farm strong, light and agile, mostly because he was fearless and daring. He pushed me right up to and sometimes beyond my limits. He made me feel young and sometimes very old.
In 2001 we decided that we had outgrown our mobile home, and planned to build our current home. Without Steve that would not have happened. He brought his fifth wheel camper and spent an entire summer and fall with us as farming permitted as we built our house. Together with family and friends we gained intimate knowledge on how to pour concrete, frame walls, wire, plumb, sheath insulate shingle drywall and side a home. He helped us again in 2006 when we built our garage, and for this I am eternally grateful.
I will miss my old friend forever.
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Christal Remus posted a condolence
Monday, August 14, 2023
Stephen you will be greatly missed by your girls and by Victoria. You were her world, I'm lucky I got to meet you, Victoria you will always be in my thoughts and prayers.
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Richard & Shelley Mason posted a condolence
Friday, August 11, 2023
Still remember fun times camping at Little Fishing Lake when the kids were young. Karen Allen & I bouncing around in your huge tube behind your boat.... that was wild... we had to stop and catch our breath! We never laughed so hard... everyone could hear us laughing across the lake. I won't repeat what you called us! Steve you will be surely missed. Vicki & girls, our sincere condolences. Sending hugs & prayers for you at such a difficult time as this.
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Donna Applegate posted a condolence
Thursday, August 10, 2023
Vicki, Cassandra and Karen
So sorry to read of your loss. Remember the good times you had on the farm. Treasure those in your hearts. Hugs and prayers to you all.
Donna Applegate
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Eva Schonheiter lit a candle
Thursday, August 10, 2023
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Vicki and girls my deepest condolences on Steve's pasing.
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Darren Weinkauf posted a condolence
Thursday, August 10, 2023
Steve.. I drove by your place the other day and was thinking of all our good times and now this. RIP in peace old friend.
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Thursday, August 10, 2023
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