Our dad passed away on December 17, 2007 peacefully at the Rockyview General Hospital in Calgary. A memorial service was held on December 22. Here you will find some of our shared memories and experiences.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Your Thoughts
Shannon & I would welcome your thoughts, notes, comments and memories. If you would like to share them here with us, and with each other, you are welcome to. Click on the comments link below.
I'm really going to miss Allan. He set a high standard for fatherhood that will challenge me all the days ahead as I try my best to follow his lead in raising my daughters and walking alongside his daughter.
Gone but not forgotten. Gone to his heavenly reward but not forgotten in multitudinous memories of good times. May he rest in peace amen. Patrick & Ruth
I was sad today obviously about Al's death but remembering happy memories. I remember the first time I met Al he was hidden behind some other people I knew well. I was going down the line hugging Rob and his friends until I discovered myself in the arms of a man I didn't know but found out was the father of my son's girlfriend Stacey. He didn't mind and either did I, and so began our friendship. Al was very unique and so generous with his family,us,his cabin,you name it. We're sure going to miss him.
Shannon and Stacey, Peace be with you as you mourn your dad's dying and celebrate his life. I always remember him making fun of me when I would call to talk to Shannon and she wasn't home. "It's just Anno" I would say, and he would laugh his big laugh and say "Just Anno....hmmm." He was a single dad to you both in a time when that was so rare...what a great example of love and support.
I remember how your dad would always come hang out with us in the backyard at your house when we had BBQ's and get togethers. He was so sincerely interested in us obviously because he had such a sincere interest and love for his daughters. I was impressed how he was always interested in the lives of all who passed through that house and in and out of Shannon and Stacey's lives. I'm really so grateful I could be here with you during this time. I love you both very, very much.
I am also never going to forget Alan. Every year at the lake I looked forward to our visits where Alan would inevitably pile us all into his van and we would set off on an adventure. Once the road to Bull River was so poor there was an enormous water filled pot-hole the size of a small pond, and Alan simple said 'Stacy, roll up your pants and see how deep that thing is'... Thank you Alan for enriching our lives. Love Megan
I remember how comfortable your Dad made me feel whenever I was over. He had a lot of patience for a rabble of squealy teenage girls! He was always Mr. Smith to me but it never felt like a formal title. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all.
Allan's passing is a great loss. Not only was he a kind and thoughtful man, he was cheerful, friendly and outgoing when we visited with him and his family at the Rosen Lake cabin. He liked to initiate philosophical conversations and had his own distinctive point of view. He loved to challenge people's thought patterns. He will be frequently remembered in trips to the lake and greatly missed.
Dear Shannon and Stacey and family - I'm sorry to hear the news of your dad, but I'm so thankful that you all had a good last week together. I pray that the memories of the laughs and smiles and the good times will comfort you as you mourn his passing. May God grant you his incomprehensible peace and even a measure of joy, as you remember your dad and celebrate the years of life that God gave him.
My oldest memories of Al would be from about 15 years ago at his house. I remember how generous and friendly he was to allow all of us to gather at his house and in the yard. He always seemed happy to see everyone and genuinely interested in what we had to say. I will never forget his big laugh when he was having a good time with all of us. My most recent memory of Al is very similar, the backyard was now Rob and Stacey's but once again a big group was gathered and he was genuinely interested in what we had to say. Once again he was laughing and making everyone feel welcome. Shannon and Stacey I know that your Dad will live on in the welcoming people he helped you two to become and in teaching you to enjoy life and have a good laugh. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. Lisa, David, Olivia and Nathaniel
I was never blessed to have met Allan, but know the deep love, thanks, and affection with which Stacey and Shannon speak of him. I know he will be deeply missed.
My deepest condolences to you, Stacey, Shannon, and all friends and family.
I'm so sorry to hear of Allan's passing, and send my best to you, Shannon and Stacey, and all the family. I remember Allan as just a wonderful man, so good natured. He will be missed. Know that our prayers are with you at this time.
I always really looked up to Al. He's on my list of people I wished I'd gotten to know better. Nevertheless, I will always feel fortunate to have spent some great times out at the Lake - Such a great place he helped to envision and create. He was always good for an engaging after-dinner chat too. I admire his refreshing mix of wisdom and curiosity. I'll miss him. Mark
I am truly saddened by Allan's passing. His chair at the table will not be easily filled, if ever. I have to say, though, that saying goodbye to him last week at the hospital was an enlightening experience. The true happiness that radiated from him was unexpected, and powerful. It was a positive and intense reminder of the beauty of all of our lives.
I will miss Allan. Every time I think of my favorite place, Rosen Lake, I think of him as well. Almost all of our adventures there included him. The fondest being when we got stuck in the swallow's nests up the road towards the fish hatchery. Allan hiked around the back of the cliff to help us. He threw a rope down and hauled us up over the edge. He was always there to help us when we were stuck.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you as you cherish in memory the very warm relationship you had with your Dad. He was so proud of both of you and never hesitated to say how your devotion had supported him as his health deteriorated. You can take comfort in knowing that his love was unconditional.
We think of Allan as a friend who made our times at Rosen Lake so memorable. There were always new back roads to explore, rivers to wade across, mushrooms to be discovered after a rain, wild flowers to be gathered, campfires to kindle, conversations to be anticipated on the Smith pier, and huckleberry expeditions to the mountains.
Allan introduced us to his world and we grew to share his enthusiasm and appreciate the time and effort he so generously gave to enriching our experiences over the years. We felt privileged to be part of his circle of family and friends.
Allan will be remembered. His laugh, his sense of humor, his caring ways with Wally, Zora, Kinley, his loyalty to friends and his impressive free spirit left their impact. These memories we will always cherish.
My sincere simpathy to all of your family and close friends, Shannon, as my friend let me tell you that if I had the chance to know your father I would congratulated him for raising a wonderful daughter and woman as you are.
I keep you always in my happiest memories,
Lots of love and hugs,
Augusto
P.S.: I also lost my dear Mommy this year, she passed away after a fast crisis suspected from cancer, but even in her farewell journey she tought me something, she leave us in the same day of her birthday, so we try to remember her as she came and lived among us. Sorry for not telling, but I am not good in sharing these kind of news.
It was sad to learn of your dad’s passing. Reading the obituary our minds were called back to Gilmer Place, and the many happy years. As neighbors people pass in and out of your lives, but some folks you never forget. Allan and his girls were three such people.
Our heart and thoughts go out to both of you and to your families. Just wanted to express our sympathy and let you know – he was a true gentleman and a happy spirit.
Stacey and Shannon, what a testament to your dad that so many will miss him! My prayers are with you as you grieve his passing and as you celebrate the gift of such a wonderful father.
It is with great sadness that I learned of Allan's passing last evening when his sister Sheila called me in Victoria, B. C. Allan and I were life long friends,beginning in pre-school in Calgary. We attended school together for many years and even though we went our separate ways and careers in University and afterwards, we always remained in contact. We were "best men" at each others' weddings and we continued our close friendship through all of life's trials and tribulations. Allan and I spent many, many, happy weekends and summer days at "the lake house"and were always repairing something at his parents (Wally and Zora's direction). My last recollection there is putting a new roof on the cabin, many years ago. The last times I saw Allan were at the funeral when his father passed away and then again just a few years ago when we met in Calgary for a morning coffee and breakfast at a local restaurant. Kinley was there too and we had a wonderful morning talking about all the "old days" I remember being so thrilled that Kinley remembered so much about all the good times we had. Sadly, we had not seen each other the last two years but we talked and Allan informed me of his health problems. Sheila was also kind enough to keep me informed when Allan wasn't able to. We were almost exactly the same age--far too young for him to be taken from us. One of our passions as young men was going hunting with my dad and with Allan and Wally,his dad, each fall. We became very close during those experiences hunting the ducks, and pheasants and geese in the farming country. I remember the first time Allan shot a Canada goose. He was so excited and jumping around that his gun went off again and he almost shot himself. We often discussed our careers and families and we became even closer a few years ago when Allan helped me learn how to work the computers. Whenever I was able to go to Calgary we always got in touch and updated our happenings. He was always talking about his daughers, he was so proud of them and rightly so. They have lost their father and I have a great empty feeling of losing a wonderful life long friend. I am not able to attend the services as I am severely disabled from a serious pedestrian accident a few years ago but my thoughts and prayers are with his entire family. Yours truly Allan Traunweiser
I'll never forget Al Smith. His easy booming laugh, and cowboy boot footsteps could always be heard in the corridors at SAIT. He is one HVAC instructor that went out of his way to socialize with his students. Although it has been thirty-six years since I was one of his students, and although I have only bumped into him a few times over the years, I will never forget him. My deepest condolences go out to his family.
In my time knowing Shannon, I only met Allan once in person, which is hard to believe. I knew him from when he would our house and leave voicemail messages for Shannon in his distinctive voice, starting with "Hello...it is I". Occasionally I'd answer and we'd chat a bit longer, and it was always great to talk to him.
I always associate him with Rosen Lake and the cabin, even though I never actually there at the same time he was, it was so obvious how much he loved the place and his family.
Allan sat across the interview table from me in 1980, and luckily I was hired. We worked together for the next decade at SAIT. Every work-day with Allan was an adventure, but it was in the years that followed that I got to know him and his human qualities. His love for and devotion to Kinley, his brother, and love for his daughters, sister and her husband and all of his friends, shone through at the cottage at Rosen Lake. A toast to your life, Allan, you are already deeply missed.
I’m really sorry that your Dad died. I’m sorry for the last few years you had to watch him go downhill. Towards the end he looked very much like Wally, but that’s not how I’m going to remember him.
I remember him as the captain on our childhood adventures. It’s funny, until Megan wrote the post above, I totally forgot the time that Allan made you, Stacey, get out of the car and wade into a massive puddle to see how big it was (and whether the Van could get through). That’s funny stuff.
Growing up at the lake there were so many projects to do. Funnily enough, I don’t remember my Dad taking part in any of these clean-up projects (I think he thought the mosquitoes were out to get him. “No friggen mosquitoes in Ireland” he would say, “just lazy leprechauns” I would reply. My Dad, quick with the come-back would reply “If it’s not done right, it’s not worth doing.” Hence a lot of projects around our side of the lake wouldn’t get started.
But Allan was different. He would relish new projects. I was fortunate to help him build the corral and build the new raft. To me, those were the biggest projects I had undertaken so far.
Allan was the first person to let me use a chainsaw. Allan was the first person on the scene when I cut my leg with the chain saw.
But it wasn’t the projects that I remember him for, it’s the hours of patiently taking us out water-skiing. With seven kids and Kinley to take out, he never tired no matter how many times on take-off, we’d be just about up, then fall. He’d bring the boat around and do it all over again. His patience was a virtue, but looking back I’d say it was his enthusiasm and encouragement for adventure and new things that truly inspired.
We want to go panning for gold (and become rich!). Hop in the Van! We want to go find (and swim) in that waterfall on the Bull River Road. Hop in the Van! We want to go picking Saskatoon berries for pancakes. Hop in the Van.
He was game for everything. I think your new cabin is so cool, and I’m not sure who’s suggestion is was to make the rafters out of the trees that were cut down, but my guess is that it was Allan’s.
Being surrounded by seven girls could be considered a dream, but when they’re your sisters and cousins it can be quite tormenting. After being teased remorselessly one day, I’d decided I had enough and locked myself in the lower house. You three (and Kinley and Zora) came over for one of the old “paper plate in the bamboo plate hot dog and hamburger salad specials” (followed by Rice Krispee Squares with Chocolate on Top).
It was Alan who noticed that I was in the lower house eating all alone. A caring human being who I think learned it from Zora (the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Truly another “great”). Anyhow, I remember hearing Alan ask about what I’m doing inside the lower house. I remember this as I clearly remember thinking to myself at the time: “Allan can come in if he wants to” (he was the only one who wasn’t annoying me that day).
In retribution the next day I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies then gave everybody one cookie. Then took the rest of the cookies and headed out in the canoe. Megan was the first one to twig: “Hey, where are you going with all those cookies?” Next thing you know, Megan’s rallied up the troops in the row-boat to chase me. Fortunately Canoe Trumps Row Boat every time. I saved Allan a cookie.
I think it’s a tribute to Allan that he was able to win custody of both of you. 30 years later two things are very apparent: 1) you still don’t hear of men getting the children, and 2) Allan’s greatest testament to what a great guy he was is having both of you (two more apples that fell very close to a great tree).
In fact, in our years growing up together, Allan was such an easy-going guy that I only remember him being annoyed with him once. He kindly took Megan, Rebecca and I back to Calgary with both of you for the weekend. We took the scenic route through Radium. Just before entering the pass, we stopped for gas and candy. It was a momentous occasion as for the previous hour we were all plotting what we would get at the store (Allan offered to buy us each a piece of candy). It was all the more momentous as during that hour, you were both heralding the virtues and the pleasures of a Skor chocolate bar. You couldn’t believe that none of us (especially me, the King of Candy) had never tried one let alone heard of it. Needless to say, when we stopped I chose the Skor. Back in the van, you along with my sisters gobbled yours down. Perhaps it was the element of “one-upman-ship” but I decided to wait patiently. “Good things come to those who wait” my Grandmother would say. Anyways, with all the waiting, when I opened up the bar and I saw that it had melted from the heat of the van and my hands, I was dismayed. Allan, being the problem solver, suggested that I stick my hand out the window with the chocolate bar and the wind will “harden” it up. Sure enough it worked. After two minutes of me holding the chocolate bar into the wind, the chocolate had hardened. I was delighted (good thinking Allan!). Evaluating the bar, I thought one more minute ought to do it. I duly stuck my hand out and before I knew what happened, a fierce gust of wind blew it out of my hands. I was dumbstruck. “Stop the Van!” I yelled. Allan was like “What?”. “Stop the Van, You’ve got to Stop the Van!”. He thought it was some kind of emergency. He finally calmed me down enough to speak (I think he though I was either going to be sick or had to go to the washroom). When I told him what happened and that we had to turn around he said “NO”. I pleaded with him. Pointed out the fact that littering was a punishable offence and that we had to go back and retrieve it! I tried everything to convince him (all I could think about was my poor little Skor bar on the side of the highway!) It didn’t help that you were all laughing (Megan took considerable delight in my misfortune), but he wouldn’t stop. It was the only time I was ever annoyed with him. If it was his plan to get one of the Cash kids to shut-up for a while it worked (I didn’t speak the rest of the trip), but I don’t think that was his plan. He bought me one when we arrived in Calgary (but deep down I was still a little annoyed). Every time I get a Skor Blizzard at Dairy Queen I think of him (fondly though, I’m no longer annoyed (heh heh). Time plus Tragedy equals Comedy). It was his suggestion that I put it outside the window, but of course it wasn’t his suggestion that I drop it. It’s fortunate that my most severe of childhood memories consist of nothing more than dropped chocolate bars. As such was the life we had growing up at the lake and I now cherish every moment!
I was talking to my Mom on the phone yesterday who’s obviously very distraught at losing such a great friend. We both agreed that if there were more people like Allan in this world, the world would be a much better place. It’s sad that the world has lost one of their hero’s. I’ve lost one of mine.
Looking forward to seeing you both in the summer. Allan was, and still is, one of the “Greats”. Hugs all around,
I was so sorry to hear about your father passing away. It's been years since I've seen him, but I have fond memories of him from back when I was hanging around a lot. ;-) I remember him being so welcoming and friendly; I always felt at home in your house. It was so evident that he had such love for both of you - he set a great example for fathers everywhere.
I remember your Dad from all of the good times at your house many years ago and I was saddened to hear of his passing; the loss of a parent is difficult and must be especially so at this time of year. My thoughts are with you and your families, Christine (Viney) Sinclair cviney@shaw.ca
Allan made visits to Rosen Lake richer and more memorable. I shall always remember his immense smile and deep velvety voice. My best wishes to you both, Stacey and Shannon. Love, Margot Dumont Jagger
My thoughts and prayers are with each of you. I've had the pleasure of visiting with Allan nearly every summer at Rosen Lake for the past 40 years. Allan's welcoming smile the genuine interest he showed in you will be sadly missed. His spirit will always be at 'the lake'.
Allan was a contemporary of my older brothers Jack and Jim, who were a year older and about a year younger respectively.
I am about 5 years younger than Allan, and in the 1940s and 1950s while growing up, someone who was 5 years older seemed like a generation apart. Remember that in 1950 Frank Sinatra was big with teenagers; by 1960 Sinatra was an embarrassment to most teens. Through most of my youth I literally looked up to Allan, as he was always older and most of the time bigger than me.
Allan's grandfather, Charles McNab, and my grandfather, Mike Dumont, were both sawmill owners in the East Kootenays in the first half of the 20th century, and both of them had purchased property at Rosen Lake, or McBains Lake, as some of us diehards still call it.
Like Allan, I graduated in Mechanical Engineering in the 1960s. A lot of engineers that I have met over the years are “propeller heads”, people more interested in things like cars and beer than ideas. Allan was not a propeller head.
In 1968 I travelled by bus from Rosen Lake to Calgary on the way to work in Nairobi, Kenya. Allan very graciously met me downtown and took me to a pleasant club to which he belonged. We had supper and talked about a number of subjects including Africa. Allan, I recall, had read more books about Africa than I had! He mentioned a couple of books by the journalist Robert Ruark (the books were Uhuru! and Something of Value, I recall.) Most engineers don't read much; Allan was an exception. No propeller head he.
As a kid I always was impressed by good athletes, and I recall that Allan was a gifted wrestler. He was an Alberta champion in the sport, and could readily down much taller and heavier people like my oldest brother, who was himself an outstanding athlete. Allan was definitely king of the castle on a wharf! Although I did not witness this personally, I am told that Allan could do a pushup with a heavy person sitting on this back. They say that success is preparation meeting opportunity. Allan was definitely prepared and definitely a successful athlete. No propeller head he.
Allan enjoyed a good time. He and some friends were probably the first mountain bikers in the East Kootenays. They would take bicycles and ride, starting at the top of the hill above their wharf at the Lake. So far so good. To the shock of many, however, their ride would continue on to the wharf and into the Lake. Hmm. Maybe that was a propeller head idea.
Over the years my family have enjoyed a number of adventure trips with Allan to sites in the East Kootenay valley near Rosen Lake.
A particularly memorable trip was a journey to the top of the Lady (a mountain in the front range of the Rockies) by van in the 1990s.
Allan knew a lot of great places. No propeller head he.
Allan had but one vice—tobacco. But as Abraham Lincoln once said, “People who don't have any vices don't have any virtues.”
Shannon and Stacey it was very nice to meet each of you briefly at the funeral. It was lovely service and I am sure your Dad is truly proud of you. It was nice to see pictures of him and hear his voice after so many years of being out of touch. Al and I attended University together in Mechanical Engineering and we were fraternity brothers. We had a lot of fun because there was always fun when he was around. I like to think I was one of the friends he was remembering in his dream about being on a golf course with three buddies.
Allan Smith & MacRemote (becgy.com) ------------------------------------------------------------
I was first introduced to Allan and his fine family when I was just learning about computer communcations.
I was using a 2400 baud modem, I dialed up a Macintosh Friendly BBS called MacRemote.
I as very interested in using MacIntosh computers, and I started calling the MacRemote BBS several times a week.
After I became conforatable with the people and the SysOP (System Operator / Administrator) of the BBS, I decided to call and speak to them personally.
I met Shannon, Stacey and Rob online using MacRemote, they told me about Asylum in one of the forums on the BBS.
I wanted to meet them personally, so I went to their Saturday Prayer & Praise services at St. Martins Anglican Church.
The Asylum meetings were later held at St. Lukes, where I started to attend on a regular basis.
I met Allan Smith, when Stacey and Shannon invited a group of people over to their home, in the Galmorgan area.
Allan and I became good friends on a casual basis, and I visited with him many a time, doing an talking about computer stuff.
Allan and his family have been, and (Rob,Stacey, Shannon) continue to be very hospitable and open to all kinds of people from various walks of life.
Allan Mcnab Smith, his fine daughters Stacey and Shannon, and Stacey's husband Rob Scott, have had a huge impact on my life.
I am very grateful and very touched deeply, to have known Allan, and his family!
A very special thanks to Allan Mcnab Smith for having such a huge impact on my life!
Numbers 6:24-26 to Stacey, Shannon, Rob and their familes!
My Warmest and Kind Regards, Always, no matter what!
Mr. Smith taught me about patience and the value of taking the time to explore and enjoy the great outdoors. As teenagers Stacey, Shannon and I spent endless hours down at the barn or when at the lake hiking, fishing, boating or just plain playing in the creek. Mr. Smith took us all over the backroads of BC bringing experiences most kids could not dream of. I will forever be grateful and cherish those times. He always made me feel like part of the family.
I'm sorry to hear about your dad's passing. I hope you are doing well. The one thing I remember is that he always remembered my voice on the phone even when we lost touch or moved around and I wasn't calling over there very often.
Just a note to say I wish I'd been at your Dad's funeral to give you both a big hug. I am thinking of you both during this difficult time, and your are in my thoughts and prayers. I also wanted to add how beautiful your writing is...STacey your memory of his last day is extremely moving, and Shannon you could not have written a more comforting eulogy if you tried. Lots of love, Megan
(A good friend of my dad's asked me to post this memory she sent me, just before he passed away)
"...I was just remembering the time at Millarville, when we were setting up the dressage rings for a competition. Your dad got quite a shock when he yelled at the person laying out the boards, thinking it was me. It was another member of the dressage board and we had quite the laugh. He had used a term that Carl typically used when speaking (not a word that your dad would normally use). Just one of the many wonderful memories of the horse days we shared.
Shannon and Stacey, I always enjoyed hanging out with your dad, whether it was building a roaring fire in his backyard or going out to the lake. The service really showed how much you loved him and he loved you. And for those of us who knew him only a bit it made us wish we could have known him more. I pray God’s peace and grace on you.
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I'm really going to miss Allan. He set a high standard for fatherhood that will challenge me all the days ahead as I try my best to follow his lead in raising my daughters and walking alongside his daughter.
Gone but not forgotten. Gone to his heavenly reward but not forgotten in multitudinous memories of good times.
May he rest in peace amen. Patrick & Ruth
I was sad today obviously about Al's death but remembering happy memories. I remember the first time I met Al he was hidden behind some other people I knew well. I was going down the line hugging Rob and his friends until I discovered myself in the arms of a man I didn't know but found out was the father of my son's girlfriend Stacey. He didn't mind and either did I, and so began our friendship. Al was very unique and so generous with his family,us,his cabin,you name it. We're sure going to miss him.
Shannon and Stacey,
Peace be with you as you mourn your dad's dying and celebrate his life. I always remember him making fun of me when I would call to talk to Shannon and she wasn't home. "It's just Anno" I would say, and he would laugh his big laugh and say "Just Anno....hmmm." He was a single dad to you both in a time when that was so rare...what a great example of love and support.
You are in my thinking and my praying,
Anno
I remember how your dad would always come hang out with us in the backyard at your house when we had BBQ's and get togethers. He was so sincerely interested in us obviously because he had such a sincere interest and love for his daughters. I was impressed how he was always interested in the lives of all who passed through that house and in and out of Shannon and Stacey's lives. I'm really so grateful I could be here with you during this time. I love you both very, very much.
I am also never going to forget Alan. Every year at the lake I looked forward to our visits where Alan would inevitably pile us all into his van and we would set off on an adventure. Once the road to Bull River was so poor there was an enormous water filled pot-hole the size of a small pond, and Alan simple said 'Stacy, roll up your pants and see how deep that thing is'... Thank you Alan for enriching our lives. Love Megan
Stacy,
Kara and I extend our deepest sympathy to you and Shannon. May God touch your hearts and give you strength. Be blessed.
John and Kara Hein
I remember how comfortable your Dad made me feel whenever I was over. He had a lot of patience for a rabble of squealy teenage girls! He was always Mr. Smith to me but it never felt like a formal title. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all.
Allan's passing is a great loss. Not only was he a kind and thoughtful man, he was cheerful, friendly and outgoing when we visited with him and his family at the Rosen Lake cabin. He liked to initiate philosophical conversations and had his own distinctive point of view. He loved to challenge people's thought patterns. He will be frequently remembered in trips to the lake and greatly missed.
Dear Shannon and Stacey and family -
I'm sorry to hear the news of your dad, but I'm so thankful that you all had a good last week together. I pray that the memories of the laughs and smiles and the good times will comfort you as you mourn his passing. May God grant you his incomprehensible peace and even a measure of joy, as you remember your dad and celebrate the years of life that God gave him.
With love and prayers,
Tanya S.
My oldest memories of Al would be from about 15 years ago at his house. I remember how generous and friendly he was to allow all of us to gather at his house and in the yard. He always seemed happy to see everyone and genuinely interested in what we had to say. I will never forget his big laugh when he was having a good time with all of us. My most recent memory of Al is very similar, the backyard was now Rob and Stacey's but once again a big group was gathered and he was genuinely interested in what we had to say. Once again he was laughing and making everyone feel welcome.
Shannon and Stacey I know that your Dad will live on in the welcoming people he helped you two to become and in teaching you to enjoy life and have a good laugh. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Lisa, David, Olivia and Nathaniel
I was never blessed to have met Allan, but know the deep love, thanks, and affection with which Stacey and Shannon speak of him. I know he will be deeply missed.
My deepest condolences to you, Stacey, Shannon, and all friends and family.
I'm so sorry to hear of Allan's passing, and send my best to you, Shannon and Stacey, and all the family. I remember Allan as just a wonderful man, so good natured. He will be missed. Know that our prayers are with you at this time.
Lloyd, Kimberley, Connor and Caitlin Farley
So sorry to hear about your loss Shannon and Stacey. May you find peace this Christmas season.
I always really looked up to Al. He's on my list of people I wished I'd gotten to know better. Nevertheless, I will always feel fortunate to have spent some great times out at the Lake - Such a great place he helped to envision and create. He was always good for an engaging after-dinner chat too. I admire his refreshing mix of wisdom and curiosity. I'll miss him.
Mark
I am truly saddened by Allan's passing. His chair at the table will not be easily filled, if ever. I have to say, though, that saying goodbye to him last week at the hospital was an enlightening experience. The true happiness that radiated from him was unexpected, and powerful. It was a positive and intense reminder of the beauty of all of our lives.
I will miss Allan. Every time I think of my favorite place, Rosen Lake, I think of him as well. Almost all of our adventures there included him. The fondest being when we got stuck in the swallow's nests up the road towards the fish hatchery. Allan hiked around the back of the cliff to help us. He threw a rope down and hauled us up over the edge. He was always there to help us when we were stuck.
Stacey and Shannon,
Our thoughts and prayers are with you as you cherish in memory the very warm relationship you had with your Dad. He was so proud of both of you and never hesitated to say how your devotion had supported him as his health deteriorated. You can take comfort in knowing that his love was unconditional.
We think of Allan as a friend who made our times at Rosen Lake so memorable. There were always new back roads to explore, rivers to wade across, mushrooms to be discovered after a rain, wild flowers to be gathered, campfires to kindle, conversations to be anticipated on the Smith pier, and huckleberry expeditions to the mountains.
Allan introduced us to his world and we grew to share his enthusiasm and appreciate the time and effort he so generously gave to enriching our experiences over the years. We felt privileged to be part of his circle of family and friends.
Allan will be remembered. His laugh, his sense of humor, his caring ways with Wally, Zora, Kinley, his loyalty to friends and his impressive free spirit left their impact. These memories we will always cherish.
Lillian and Ed
Shannon, Stacey and family,
My sincere simpathy to all of your family and close friends, Shannon, as my friend let me tell you that if I had the chance to know your father I would congratulated him for raising a wonderful daughter and woman as you are.
I keep you always in my happiest memories,
Lots of love and hugs,
Augusto
P.S.: I also lost my dear Mommy this year, she passed away after a fast crisis suspected from cancer, but even in her farewell journey she tought me something, she leave us in the same day of her birthday, so we try to remember her as she came and lived among us. Sorry for not telling, but I am not good in sharing these kind of news.
A.-
Stacey and Shannon (Honeybun) Smith
It was sad to learn of your dad’s passing. Reading the obituary our minds were called back to Gilmer Place, and the many happy years. As neighbors people pass in and out of your lives, but some folks you never forget. Allan and his girls were three such people.
Our heart and thoughts go out to both of you and to your families. Just wanted to express our sympathy and let you know – he was a true gentleman and a happy spirit.
Ken and Sharon-Ann, Douglas, and Cindy Gray
Stacey and Shannon, what a testament to your dad that so many will miss him! My prayers are with you as you grieve his passing and as you celebrate the gift of such a wonderful father.
It is with great sadness that I learned of Allan's passing last evening when his sister Sheila called me in Victoria, B. C. Allan and I were life long friends,beginning in pre-school in Calgary. We attended school together for many years and even though we went our separate ways and careers in University and afterwards, we always remained in contact. We were "best men" at each others' weddings and we continued our close friendship through all of life's trials and tribulations. Allan and I spent many, many, happy weekends and summer days at "the lake house"and were always repairing something at his parents (Wally and Zora's direction). My last recollection there is putting a new roof on the cabin, many years ago. The last times I saw Allan were at the funeral when his father passed away and then again just a few years ago when we met in Calgary for a morning coffee and breakfast at a local restaurant. Kinley was there too and we had a wonderful morning talking about all the "old days" I remember being so thrilled that Kinley remembered so much about all the good times we had. Sadly, we had not seen each other the last two years but we talked and Allan informed me of his health problems. Sheila was also kind enough to keep me informed when Allan wasn't able to. We were almost exactly the same age--far too young for him to be taken from us. One of our passions as young men was going hunting with my dad and with Allan and Wally,his dad, each fall. We became very close during those experiences hunting the ducks, and pheasants and geese in the farming country. I remember the first time Allan shot a Canada goose. He was so excited and jumping around that his gun went off again and he almost shot himself. We often discussed our careers and families and we became even closer a few years ago when Allan helped me learn how to work the computers. Whenever I was able to go to Calgary we always got in touch and updated our happenings. He was always talking about his daughers, he was so proud of them and rightly so. They have lost their father and I have a great empty feeling of losing a wonderful life long friend. I am not able to attend the services as I am severely disabled from a serious pedestrian accident a few years ago but my thoughts and prayers are with his entire family. Yours truly Allan Traunweiser
I'll never forget Al Smith. His easy booming laugh, and cowboy boot footsteps could always be heard in the corridors at SAIT. He is one HVAC instructor that went out of his way to socialize with his students. Although it has been thirty-six years since I was one of his students, and although I have only bumped into him a few times over the years, I will never forget him. My deepest condolences go out to his family.
In my time knowing Shannon, I only met Allan once in person, which is hard to believe. I knew him from when he would our house and leave voicemail messages for Shannon in his distinctive voice, starting with "Hello...it is I". Occasionally I'd answer and we'd chat a bit longer, and it was always great to talk to him.
I always associate him with Rosen Lake and the cabin, even though I never actually there at the same time he was, it was so obvious how much he loved the place and his family.
Love and prayers to all of you during this time!
Kate
Allan sat across the interview table from me in 1980, and luckily I was hired. We worked together for the next decade at SAIT. Every work-day with Allan was an adventure, but it was in the years that followed that I got to know him and his human qualities. His love for and devotion to Kinley, his brother, and love for his daughters, sister and her husband and all of his friends, shone through at the cottage at Rosen Lake.
A toast to your life, Allan, you are already deeply missed.
Dear Stacey and Shannon,
I’m really sorry that your Dad died. I’m sorry for the last few years you had to watch him go downhill. Towards the end he looked very much like Wally, but that’s not how I’m going to remember him.
I remember him as the captain on our childhood adventures. It’s funny, until Megan wrote the post above, I totally forgot the time that Allan made you, Stacey, get out of the car and wade into a massive puddle to see how big it was (and whether the Van could get through). That’s funny stuff.
Growing up at the lake there were so many projects to do. Funnily enough, I don’t remember my Dad taking part in any of these clean-up projects (I think he thought the mosquitoes were out to get him. “No friggen mosquitoes in Ireland” he would say, “just lazy leprechauns” I would reply. My Dad, quick with the come-back would reply “If it’s not done right, it’s not worth doing.” Hence a lot of projects around our side of the lake wouldn’t get started.
But Allan was different. He would relish new projects. I was fortunate to help him build the corral and build the new raft. To me, those were the biggest projects I had undertaken so far.
Allan was the first person to let me use a chainsaw.
Allan was the first person on the scene when I cut my leg with the chain saw.
But it wasn’t the projects that I remember him for, it’s the hours of patiently taking us out water-skiing. With seven kids and Kinley to take out, he never tired no matter how many times on take-off, we’d be just about up, then fall. He’d bring the boat around and do it all over again. His patience was a virtue, but looking back I’d say it was his enthusiasm and encouragement for adventure and new things that truly inspired.
We want to go panning for gold (and become rich!). Hop in the Van!
We want to go find (and swim) in that waterfall on the Bull River Road. Hop in the Van!
We want to go picking Saskatoon berries for pancakes. Hop in the Van.
He was game for everything. I think your new cabin is so cool, and I’m not sure who’s suggestion is was to make the rafters out of the trees that were cut down, but my guess is that it was Allan’s.
Being surrounded by seven girls could be considered a dream, but when they’re your sisters and cousins it can be quite tormenting. After being teased remorselessly one day, I’d decided I had enough and locked myself in the lower house. You three (and Kinley and Zora) came over for one of the old “paper plate in the bamboo plate hot dog and hamburger salad specials” (followed by Rice Krispee Squares with Chocolate on Top).
It was Alan who noticed that I was in the lower house eating all alone. A caring human being who I think learned it from Zora (the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Truly another “great”). Anyhow, I remember hearing Alan ask about what I’m doing inside the lower house. I remember this as I clearly remember thinking to myself at the time: “Allan can come in if he wants to” (he was the only one who wasn’t annoying me that day).
In retribution the next day I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies then gave everybody one cookie. Then took the rest of the cookies and headed out in the canoe. Megan was the first one to twig: “Hey, where are you going with all those cookies?” Next thing you know, Megan’s rallied up the troops in the row-boat to chase me. Fortunately Canoe Trumps Row Boat every time. I saved Allan a cookie.
I think it’s a tribute to Allan that he was able to win custody of both of you. 30 years later two things are very apparent: 1) you still don’t hear of men getting the children, and 2) Allan’s greatest testament to what a great guy he was is having both of you (two more apples that fell very close to a great tree).
In fact, in our years growing up together, Allan was such an easy-going guy that I only remember him being annoyed with him once. He kindly took Megan, Rebecca and I back to Calgary with both of you for the weekend. We took the scenic route through Radium. Just before entering the pass, we stopped for gas and candy. It was a momentous occasion as for the previous hour we were all plotting what we would get at the store (Allan offered to buy us each a piece of candy). It was all the more momentous as during that hour, you were both heralding the virtues and the pleasures of a Skor chocolate bar. You couldn’t believe that none of us (especially me, the King of Candy) had never tried one let alone heard of it. Needless to say, when we stopped I chose the Skor. Back in the van, you along with my sisters gobbled yours down. Perhaps it was the element of “one-upman-ship” but I decided to wait patiently. “Good things come to those who wait” my Grandmother would say. Anyways, with all the waiting, when I opened up the bar and I saw that it had melted from the heat of the van and my hands, I was dismayed. Allan, being the problem solver, suggested that I stick my hand out the window with the chocolate bar and the wind will “harden” it up. Sure enough it worked. After two minutes of me holding the chocolate bar into the wind, the chocolate had hardened. I was delighted (good thinking Allan!). Evaluating the bar, I thought one more minute ought to do it. I duly stuck my hand out and before I knew what happened, a fierce gust of wind blew it out of my hands. I was dumbstruck. “Stop the Van!” I yelled. Allan was like “What?”. “Stop the Van, You’ve got to Stop the Van!”. He thought it was some kind of emergency. He finally calmed me down enough to speak (I think he though I was either going to be sick or had to go to the washroom). When I told him what happened and that we had to turn around he said “NO”. I pleaded with him. Pointed out the fact that littering was a punishable offence and that we had to go back and retrieve it! I tried everything to convince him (all I could think about was my poor little Skor bar on the side of the highway!) It didn’t help that you were all laughing (Megan took considerable delight in my misfortune), but he wouldn’t stop. It was the only time I was ever annoyed with him. If it was his plan to get one of the Cash kids to shut-up for a while it worked (I didn’t speak the rest of the trip), but I don’t think that was his plan. He bought me one when we arrived in Calgary (but deep down I was still a little annoyed). Every time I get a Skor Blizzard at Dairy Queen I think of him (fondly though, I’m no longer annoyed (heh heh). Time plus Tragedy equals Comedy). It was his suggestion that I put it outside the window, but of course it wasn’t his suggestion that I drop it. It’s fortunate that my most severe of childhood memories consist of nothing more than dropped chocolate bars. As such was the life we had growing up at the lake and I now cherish every moment!
I was talking to my Mom on the phone yesterday who’s obviously very distraught at losing such a great friend. We both agreed that if there were more people like Allan in this world, the world would be a much better place. It’s sad that the world has lost one of their hero’s. I’ve lost one of mine.
Looking forward to seeing you both in the summer. Allan was, and still is, one of the “Greats”. Hugs all around,
Your Friend,
Sean
Shannon, Stacey;
I was so sorry to hear about your father passing away. It's been years since I've seen him, but I have fond memories of him from back when I was hanging around a lot. ;-) I remember him being so welcoming and friendly; I always felt at home in your house. It was so evident that he had such love for both of you - he set a great example for fathers everywhere.
Love and Prayers
Jason R. Dunn
I remember your Dad from all of the good times at your house many years ago and I was saddened to hear of his passing; the loss of a parent is difficult and must be especially so at this time of year. My thoughts are with you and your families,
Christine (Viney) Sinclair
cviney@shaw.ca
Allan made visits to Rosen Lake richer and more memorable. I shall always remember his immense smile and deep velvety voice.
My best wishes to you both, Stacey and Shannon.
Love, Margot Dumont Jagger
My thoughts and prayers are with each of you. I've had the pleasure of visiting with Allan nearly every summer at Rosen Lake for the past 40 years. Allan's welcoming smile the genuine interest he showed in you will be sadly missed. His spirit will always be at 'the lake'.
May God be with you all.
Sandra Dumont
Reminiscences of Allan
Allan was a contemporary of my older brothers Jack and Jim, who were a year older and about a year younger respectively.
I am about 5 years younger than Allan, and in the 1940s and 1950s while growing up, someone who was 5 years older seemed like a generation apart. Remember that in 1950 Frank Sinatra was big with teenagers; by 1960 Sinatra was an embarrassment to most teens. Through most of my youth I literally looked up to Allan, as he was always older and most of the time bigger than me.
Allan's grandfather, Charles McNab, and my grandfather, Mike Dumont, were both sawmill owners in the East Kootenays in the first half of the 20th century, and both of them had purchased property at Rosen Lake, or McBains Lake, as some of us diehards still call it.
Like Allan, I graduated in Mechanical Engineering in the 1960s. A lot of engineers that I have met over the years are “propeller heads”,
people more interested in things like cars and beer than ideas. Allan was not a propeller head.
In 1968 I travelled by bus from Rosen Lake to Calgary on the way to work in Nairobi, Kenya. Allan very graciously met me downtown and took me to a pleasant club to which he belonged. We had supper and talked about a number of subjects including Africa. Allan, I recall, had read more books about Africa than I had! He mentioned a couple of books by the journalist Robert Ruark (the books were Uhuru! and Something of Value, I recall.) Most engineers don't read much; Allan was an exception. No propeller head he.
As a kid I always was impressed by good athletes, and I recall that Allan was a gifted wrestler. He was an Alberta champion in the sport, and could readily down much taller and heavier people like my oldest brother, who was himself an outstanding athlete. Allan was definitely king of the castle on a wharf! Although I did not witness this personally, I am told that Allan could do a pushup with a heavy person sitting on this back. They say that success is preparation meeting opportunity. Allan was definitely prepared and definitely a successful athlete. No propeller head he.
Allan enjoyed a good time. He and some friends were probably the
first mountain bikers in the East Kootenays. They would take bicycles and ride, starting at the top of the hill above their wharf at the Lake. So far so good. To the shock of many, however, their ride would continue on to the wharf and into the Lake. Hmm. Maybe that was a propeller head idea.
Over the years my family have enjoyed a number of adventure trips with Allan to sites in the East Kootenay valley near Rosen Lake.
A particularly memorable trip was a journey to the top of the Lady (a mountain in the front range of the Rockies) by van in the 1990s.
Allan knew a lot of great places. No propeller head he.
Allan had but one vice—tobacco. But as Abraham Lincoln once
said, “People who don't have any vices don't have any virtues.”
Allan, we will miss you.
Rob Dumont
Shannon and Stacey it was very nice to meet each of you briefly at the funeral. It was lovely service and I am sure your Dad is truly proud of you. It was nice to see pictures of him and hear his voice after so many years of being out of touch. Al and I attended University together in Mechanical Engineering and we were fraternity brothers. We had a lot of fun because there was always fun when he was around. I like to think I was one of the friends he was remembering in his dream about being on a golf course with three buddies.
Bob Lees
Allan Smith & MacRemote (becgy.com)
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I was first introduced to Allan and his fine family when I was just learning about computer communcations.
I was using a 2400 baud modem, I dialed up a Macintosh Friendly BBS called MacRemote.
I as very interested in using MacIntosh computers, and I started calling the MacRemote BBS several times a week.
After I became conforatable with the people and the SysOP (System Operator / Administrator) of the BBS, I decided
to call and speak to them personally.
I met Shannon, Stacey and Rob online using MacRemote, they told me about Asylum in one of the forums on the BBS.
I wanted to meet them personally, so I went to their Saturday Prayer & Praise services at St. Martins Anglican Church.
The Asylum meetings were later held at St. Lukes, where I started to attend on a regular basis.
I met Allan Smith, when Stacey and Shannon invited a group of people over to their home, in the Galmorgan area.
Allan and I became good friends on a casual basis, and I visited with him many a time, doing an talking about computer stuff.
Allan and his family have been, and (Rob,Stacey, Shannon) continue to be very hospitable and open to all kinds of people from various walks of life.
Allan Mcnab Smith, his fine daughters Stacey and Shannon, and Stacey's husband Rob Scott, have had a huge impact on my life.
I am very grateful and very touched deeply, to have known Allan, and his family!
A very special thanks to Allan Mcnab Smith for having such a huge impact on my life!
Numbers 6:24-26 to Stacey, Shannon, Rob and their familes!
My Warmest and Kind Regards, Always, no matter what!
Jim F - Calgary AB
Mr. Smith taught me about patience and the value of taking the time to explore and enjoy the great outdoors. As teenagers Stacey, Shannon and I spent endless hours down at the barn or when at the lake hiking, fishing, boating or just plain playing in the creek. Mr. Smith took us all over the backroads of BC bringing experiences most kids could not dream of. I will forever be grateful and cherish those times. He always made me feel like part of the family.
Christine Ezinga
Shannon and Stacey,
I'm sorry to hear about your dad's passing. I hope you are doing well. The one thing I remember is that he always remembered my voice on the phone even when we lost touch or moved around and I wasn't calling over there very often.
Best wishes,
Chris Worby
Stacey and Shannon
Just a note to say I wish I'd been at your Dad's funeral to give you both a big hug. I am thinking of you both during this difficult time, and your are in my thoughts and prayers. I also wanted to add how beautiful your writing is...STacey your memory of his last day is extremely moving, and Shannon you could not have written a more comforting eulogy if you tried.
Lots of love,
Megan
(A good friend of my dad's asked me to post this memory she sent me, just before he passed away)
"...I was just remembering the time at Millarville, when we were setting up the dressage rings for a competition. Your dad got quite a shock when he yelled at the person laying out the boards, thinking it was me. It was another member of the dressage board and we had quite the laugh. He had used a term that Carl typically used when speaking (not a word that your dad would normally use). Just one of the many wonderful memories of the horse days we shared.
Pat"
Shannon and Stacey, I always enjoyed hanging out with your dad, whether it was building a roaring fire in his backyard or going out to the lake. The service really showed how much you loved him and he loved you. And for those of us who knew him only a bit it made us wish we could have known him more. I pray God’s peace and grace on you.
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