Paul Philip Morin passed away at Lady Minto Health Care Centre, Edam, SK on July 10, 2025 at the age of 86 years.

Paul is survived by: his loving wife, Maureen 'Vicki' Morin; daughter, Michelle (John) Roach; grandchild, Kelsey (Alex) Kachmarski; their children, Madeleine and Isabelle; grandchild; Morgen (Tom) Manners; their children, Headley, Victoria and Terri-Anne; grandchild, Brooke Roach-Longstaff (Josh); their children, Charlie and Aria, daughter Lynette (Bernard) LaClare; grandchild, Jacob LaClare (Cheyenne); their children, J.R., Junor, Theodore, Harold and Sarah LaClare; grandchild, Joshua (Jill) LaClare; their children, Hazel and Miller; grandchild, Marc LaClare (Raynie); daughter, Nicole (Chris) Webb; grandchildren, Joel Webb and Paige Webb; son, Kevin (Kim) Morin, grandchildren, Bailey Morin (Taylor), Payton Morin (Brandon) and Isaiah Morin (Ethne); siblings, Louise Macnab, Roland (Doreen) Morin, Florent (Marilyn) Morin and Albert (Annette) Morin, brothers-in-law, Gerald (Sandy) Gordon and Laurie Gordon; and numerous nieces and nephews.

Paul is predeceased by: his parents, Antoine (Lea) Morin, parents-in-law, Harold (Marjorie) Gordon; and brother-in-law, Allan Macnab.

The Prayer Service will be conducted from Christ The King Catholic Church, Edam, SK on Tuesday, July 15, 2025 at 7:00 PM.

The Funeral Service will be conducted from Edam Community Recreation Centre, Edam, SK on Wednesday, July 16, 2025 at 10:00 AM.

Donations in memory of Paul may be made to Lady Minto Resident Fund, Lung Association of Saskatchewan, or charity of choice.

Eulogy of Paul Philip Morin

Written by his 3 daughters, Michelle Roach, Lynette LaClare and Nicole Webb

Paul Philip Morin was born at Lady Minto Hospital in Edam on February 5, 1939, to Twin and Lea Morin.  Paul was the third and middle child of Twin and Lea, with Louise being the oldest, then Roland, Dad, Florent, and Albert. As Grandpa Twin was bringing them home from the hospital, a winter storm hit. Several times, he had to unhitch the team of horses from the cutter and find something to tie them to so he could then pull the cutter over the drifts.  He didn’t want the horses to try too hard for fear of breaking the pole.  Grandma Lea said all she could do was pray they made it home safely.

Paul spent his early years on the family farm and attended school at Daysville until grade 7; he attended Hardcastle High School for grade 8.  During this time, he was a Boy Scout and an active 4-H member.  

At the age of 16, Dad worked for Uncle Art Bellanger, hauling grain during harvest for 23 days straight. He also worked on a threshing crew for Gilbert LaClare that fall. Dad purchased his first quarter of land at the age of 17.

In 1956, Dad took a welding course in Edmonton and then in the winter of 1957, he attended a 6-week Agricultural School course in Prince Albert.

Dad liked to work hard, but he also played hard!  He played on the Edam Junior Baseball team with friends Denis and Lenny Painchaud, John Palenstein, and Ken St. Marie.  Walter Tesch was the coach, with Neil Palestine as the assistant coach. He drove around with Uncle Roland, causing trouble, playing pranks, and attending community dances.  It was at such a community dance that he met and fell madly in love with my mom, Vicki Gordon.  They were married 2 years later on September 22, 1962.  They settled on the family farm where Kevin resides as the 4th generation.  Here they raised their family of four: Michelle, born in 1963, Lynette in 1964, Nicole in 1969, and Kevin in 1971.

Dad started their married life farming with three-quarters of land, equipped with a John Deere tractor, a 14-foot cultivator, a 12-foot discer, and three bred Holstein heifers.  Over the years, he expanded the farm by acquiring more land and establishing a substantial mixed cow herd.  He even took an AI course to help produce a better herd.  When they were first married, they milked half a dozen cows to sell cream to the creamery in Mervin.  

Work was never done, but Dad still found time to play ball with the Mervin Foresters and volunteer on many community boards.

Dad was a member of the snowplow club, a councillor for the RM of Turtle River, a member of the Wheat Pool for Dulwich/Edam, the credit union board, the Edam/Vawn Lions club, the Picnic Lake board, and the curling rink board.  Anyone who ever served with my dad on a board knows he was passionate, a tad stubborn, and at times had a temper (you know where I get these traits from).  

Dad enjoyed curling in the winter (many stories of good times and laughter playing in bonspiels with his buddies) and in the 60’s-70’s playing ball with the Mervin Foresters Old Timers (Oscar Tesch, Einer Jorgenson, Allan Macnab, Bill Williamson, Albert Rose, Bill Halliday, Alan Peterkin, and in the late years Bruce Spencer and Lloyd Rosendahl)  He played on the co-ed family softball team in 1988 with all of us and our spouses/boyfriends, and played with the Morin/Macnab team at the Turtleford fair which they won a few times.  He played his last game in 1995 at the age of 56.  There were also times over the years when Dad would engage in a foot race at a reunion or even challenge one of the kids.  He may not have looked like a runner, but he was fast and often surprised his opponents.

Mom and Dad went on their first trip in June of 1978 with Pat and Elaine Delainey, and Jerome and Paula Bru to Las Vegas, and then to Yuma a few years later. We also went camping two times at Turtle Lake Lodge (haying came first), and later on at Kimball Lake, where en route we stopped at the Dorintosh Bar as Dad had cut birch with the Dorintosh Lions Club.  Funny thing is, Kevin and Nicole were underage, but the whole family had a drink together and played pool before we finally arrived at the campsite.

Dad and Mom attended every community event and dance.  They were often the first couple on the dance floor, and Dad made sure he would dance with each of his daughters if they were there.   Dad was an avid fan of the 3 stars, or any team his kids or grandkids played for and was always their biggest fan.  

They moved to Edam in 2004, and Dad made sure to continue snow plowing for his neighbours, which he enjoyed as it put his favourite tractor to good use. He also thoroughly enjoyed being a part of the work crew that renovated the Edam Community Center.  

Mom and Dad shared a long and lasting love; this fall, they would have been married 63 years.  During the last few months of his life, he would often ask Mom to lie down beside him, and he always made sure to say I love you and get a kiss when she left.  

Memories By Michelle, Lynette, Nicole

Picking rocks and Michelle and I sliding off the hay rack when it tipped the rocks off, then having to pick up the same rocks all over again 

Picking roots, roots, and more roots (we all were blessed with this task at some point) But Lynette and I remember repeatedly running to grab Nicole and Kevin as Dad made the next pass with the discer as it didn’t look like he was going to stop

Fencing almost always done on a rainy, misty day, and Dad teaching us how to mend a break with a claw hammer and #9 wire.  At times making us go into the slough.

Playing ball with us in the front yard, or playing catch and scrub

Our babysitters and their boyfriends and other young couples stopping for a visit/drink with mom and dad

Making us learn how to change a tire as soon as we received our driver’s licenses

Always there to help us on our farms or in our yards, bringing his tractor

Attending numerous events, whether it be ball, volleyball, hockey or a music festival for his grandchildren or great-grandchildren.  They always received money, gum, or a share of his chocolate bar.

Mom and Dad lying together in his hospital bed at every hospital he was admitted to

His natural ability to have a conversation with anyone and make them feel comfortable and at ease

Hugs, hugs, and more hugs!  As most of you can attest, Dad could be at any event in any random community and find someone he knew or someone he just met to hug.  We welcome you to now hug a friend or a new acquaintance in honour of Dad.

Riding on the team of horses while they were cooling down, and riding on the steaming silage as the horses pulled the sleigh.  In later years, loading up the rack with square straw bales and pushing them off to bed the cows, then cutting the twine.

Tiptoeing over Dad as he had his daily after-dinner power nap on the mat in front of the door

Sitting in his underwear on the couch after a long day’s work

Teaching us to dance and making sure he danced with each one of us girls at the dances we were at together

Playing card games, whether it was chit chat, crazy eights, or crib and winning (he wasn’t going to let us win), hence why some of us may have a competitive nature

Riding in the tractor and having snacks. 

Life According to Dad

Work Hard Play Hard!

Be passionate about the land, agriculture, and your community!

Win, win, win, whether it is a card game or a ball game!

Be proud of your family!

Stop and say hello to family and friends, old and new!  And hug them!

Mom and our family would like to thank everyone for all their texts, phone calls, visits, supportive words, and kind gestures.  Thank you to McCaws, Father Sebastian, the Catholic Church Choir, the Catholic ladies for organizing and serving lunch.

My Dad – Eulogy of Paul Morin

Written by his son, Kevin Morin

For me, you can sum dad up as someone who loved to work and accomplish something each day. Work was just life for him and that's what he enjoyed. This gave him purpose and motivation to keep going even up until a year or two ago when work surely wasn't necessary or expected but mom would pack him a lunch every day in the spring and summer months and he would still go out and contribute somehow or other fencing, poisoning and trapping gophers,

trimming trees, cutting grass in the bin yards, approaches to fields, and at the cemetery for a number of years. He just wanted to be helpful and contribute. Even two weeks ago when we would talk in the evening, he would say how he wished he could come out and help. His whole life, I never heard him complain about any job that needed doing no matter how hot, dusty, dirty, or difficult the task ahead.

Favorite things

Anything chocolate, salted peanuts, matrimonial cake, black liquorice pipes, and popcorn on Fridays watching the Tommy Hunter Show when we were young.

Visiting, playing cards, playing old-timer Mervin ball, dancing with mom, watching chuckwagon and horse races with Mom, stopping at Levasseurs’ for a visit and learning something new from Ernie.

And later in life reading a few books, going for drives with mom, having coffee and gingersnaps with the grandkids at 4 PM when taking a break from a job he was doing.

Picking up one of the grandkids when they seen grandpa in the communion line at church and carrying them back to his pew for a visit. Could always see the little smile on his face.

Watching any of the sports the grandkids or great-grandkids did especially hockey and ball.

And in the last few weeks, phone calls in the evening and lots of I love yous.

Dad didn't have any hobbies, but did enjoy his Farmall tractors. He bought his first Farmall Super M in the 90s complete with a loader, blade and saw.  Then bought a 400 to put the blade on permanently and we put the saw on my Super M.  Then he bought an  H and put an old belt driven welder on that he had rebuilt that was used way back in the day.  He recalled as a kid they would go get the cows with an H and every other job you could think of so he wanted that model. They all got used on the farm.

Favorite Stories - Actually my favorites

Stories from working on a threshing crew when he was very young.

The snow plow Club and pinning two tractors together front to back, to punch through more snow.

Can't forget his first day of school. He only spoke French and not a word of English.At dinner hour some kid came up and was going on about Green Tractor and dad only understood the color and the word tractor. Dad said Red tractor… and this is how his first day of school turned into first day and first fist fight at school.

Pranks with Uncle Roland, including driving down the sidewalks in Uncle Roland's VW beetle 

Another one was going to Ag training with Uncle Roland. Some of the class went out on the town after the day was over, stayed out very late, and then were worried about waking up the professors and getting caught coming back in being past their curfew so they had to sneak back in the building. Uncle Roland led the pack back inside the building through a side door to try to get them to their living quarters undetected. It was fairly dark. So there they went single file led by Uncle Roland, following his every move and action one after another, each mimicking the person in front of him. Roland would make sure that they ducked under the rails, avoided all the obstacles and jumped over the trip wires….  There were no rails, obstacles or trip wires.

Also, I recall the time dad and Uncle Roland offered to give a newly hired young man who was teaching at Daysville school a ride home with the horse and sleigh as it was in the wintertime. There was a big bump in the trail ahead. The boys knew it very well, but they always slowed down for it. Uncle Roland gave dad the wink and they hung onto the rail tight. I think they actually sped up. The new teacher flew up and out of the sleigh and into the snowbank!

Thank Yous

I want to give special thanks to: those who gave him rides home from coffee uptown the last couple years; Uncle Albert who came to visit every week and took him to the Senior walking program; and all those who came to see him in the hospital. It really perked up his spirits.

Thank you to many, many nurses in North Battleford, Saskatoon, Turtleford, and Edam. Your job is not easy. You were very good to him.

Thank you to Mom for looking after Dad so well. The doctor in Turtleford even commented at a family meeting on Dads health that the only reason he is still with us with all the health problems is that Mom was so on top of everything.  All information documented in binders to show every doctor and specialist.

And I want to thank dad for teaching me all he could and all the help along the way, for looking after things when we were away from the farm -feeding the dogs, cats, and chickens, opening gates for the cows and checking on things. I think you enjoyed having a reason to come out and visit the animals.

We will miss you coming out sitting in the chair by the door for 10 minutes, having a visit and giving you treats that mom didn't know about.

At every goodbye Dad would always say “Take Care”

God Bless You Dad, Take care, you're at peace now