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Leave a tributeGood times buddy.
Murray
wonderful years. We partied together, shopped together and Ken made beautiful improvements in our home. We always had fun together
Memories of you are always happy ones as I see your smiling face
Lots of love
Mary Lee
Ellen
I got to know Ken better during his cancer journey as we would meet between appointments for chats, coffee and brief updates. He was always more interested in talking about the people around him than about himself. We compared notes on camping and vacations, about nothing and everything, a distraction from the purpose of the hospital visit.
It was a bit tough to try to help him as Ken was always self sufficient. For example, when discharged after a procedure, I started on my way to go find him and take him to his next destination by wheelchair, but caught up with him after he had crossed the street on foot. While at the hospital, transportation became a bit of a theme: I recall one occasion when we would have met to say Hi! but I was on vacation. Ken could only chuckle when I suggested to pick up a wheelchair and meet me in St-John's, NL. Later, when walking became more difficult, Ken started using a cane he borrowed from a neighbor - a useful but kind of boring aluminum thing. I brought him a tapered walking stick that had been abandoned on the subway. Sharon suggested Ken might need to upgrade his wardrobe when taking the thing on the road. We all had a good laugh again
This journey has come to an end but we carry these memories with us. Thank you for touching our lives in so many positive ways.
I met Ken curling many years ago and the thing that drew me to him was that he liked to have fun and didn't take it too seriously. We would joke around much to the disapproval of those who thought they were curling in the Briar. But we would also give it our best.
The thing that I remember from our painting days was what a perfectionist Ken was. He would always come over and check my work to make sure I hadn't missed any spots. He taught me a lot not only about painting but also about general home maintenance.
He was a great guy and I'm honoured to be able to say he was a friend. I will miss him so much.
With deepest condolences
John Noseworthy
Carolyn and Andy
It was with great sadness that I heard of your loss.
Although I did not personally know Ken, I do recall many times hearing mention of his willingness to help others. The one time especially that comes to mind is when Ken helped Inez with a project at her house in Ancaster. Her comments and obvious gratitude really struck me. I remember thinking “this man must be really something special, I’m so happy for Sharon.”
You all are in my thoughts and prayers. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do to help you at this time.
Connie
Margaret (Healy)
We met Ken when he came to Taiwan for our daughter and Greg's wedding. He wasn't feeling well but he still flew all the way to surprise Greg. He was so kind and so friendly. His visit to Taiwan was short, but we always cherish the memory.
Thank you for being in our lives, Ken.It was a great pleasure and our honor to know you. We'll always love you and remember you.
Love from Taiwan,
Bill & Michelle Kuo
We shared many good times together and even a few drinks.
You never asked for favours, or to borrow tools, not even a beer.
You usually brought some.
A better brother-in-law I couldn’t wish for.
I’ll miss you, rest in peace Ken.
Chris
But about 5 years ago, the cancer appeared and it looked like we would have to curtail our physical activities. Except we didn't.
Along with a mutual friend, Ralph Rackham, we continued to play 9 holes of golf every week. After the game, we always found a local pub for lunch, a beer and conversation.
After a few more years, golf was no longer feasible. So we took up a new sport - cutthroat pool. We played most weeks. There must have been some misspent time in Ken's youth because he was a pool shark. He took all the prize money all the time. After the game, we would find a local pub for lunch, a beer and more conversation. This went on until the very end.
I will miss him dearly.
Paul Heffernan
A few years ago Ken came to Ireland with Sean and we had the pleasure of his company. Sean and he were like two schoolboys allowed out on a trip. Ken wanted to see Ireland so we took him to Donegal and I had a great day with him touring the Antrim coast.
good fun to be with great company and a real gentleman.
To Sharon, Greg and Neil we send our sincere love sympathies
Pat and Stella Cummings
Ena
Here he is on scaffolding, with his bud, gun in hand nailing boards to 20' high ceiling.
The trainer; Wence,
Rev JIm Wencel
beer. On had a way of showing a true interest In us and our families . Beautiful smile and concern for others!
My deepest sympathies to Sharon Greg and Neil!
The Walsh family were the best Blessed Sacrament supporters!
As I got older, I continued to enjoy our conversations and particularly as we had the common love of baseball.
During the 2008 recession, before I left for a job in Halifax, and when employment times were challenging, Ken always reassured me that there would be better times and when I returned to a job in Toronto this fall, he took the time to remind me of this.
Ken always looked at the positive side of things which made it very easy to have long conversations with him. He was always honest and trusting. I will miss him…. Evan Green
I loved that you loved sports , animals , small towns, and that you remembered old friends and new alike. I loved that you were always ready to help people, with a hand and with a patience ear, showing no judgement. I loved that you loved my sister. I do and will miss you and remember you for always. Love Beth
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Golf
I have many fond memories of Simcoe and Turkey Point, and many of those involve golf. I always remember waiting for Dad and Grandpa to return from their golf games, with excited anticipation. My first question was always, without fail, "Who won?" As much as I loved my grandpa, I was always cheering for my dad. I don't think he ever won, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't have announced it. A humble man, for sure. As an ironic sidenote, I always though both dad and grandpa were really dumb for drinking beer after golf. Didn't they know that Orange Crush was way cheaper?
My Best Friend
The Early Years
I first met your Dad on the ballfield in 1956. Ken played peewee for Simcoe Optimist
and I played for Jarvis Lions. Simcoe was allowed to pick up 3 players from Jarvis and I was one of the 3. Ken (Walshie, Waldo), played third base and I was the shortstop. Close on the diamond and we became much closer off. We became best friends. You would never hear it from your Dad, but he was a very good ball player and great at hockey.
We won the All Ontario Championship that year against Belleville. A championship team seems to bond people for life, and that's what happened to Waldo and I.
The Early Teen Years
In hockey, Waldo played for Simcoe and I for Port Dover. As fate would have it, I was allowed to try out for the Simcoe All Star Bantam Team. Your Dad and I teamed up on defense and remained partners thru to our last year of Junior.
Throughout the years from bantam to midget, Waldo's only and older brother Keith (Knobby) played Jr. 'A' for Hamilton Red Wings. He was our hero. During the hockey season Keith lived in Hamilton, which freed up his bed at the home of Harry and Ruth Walsh. Since we played on the same town league team Saturday morning, I was a Friday nite guest of the Walsh's on several occasions.
The Jr. Years
Some of the best years of our lives. Playing both ball and hockey - hockey was the sport we loved most. Junior Hockey brought more than sports; it brought driving privileges, independence, girls, etc… or in Waldo's case a girl (Sharon). Unbeknownst to Keith we spent a few nites at his cottage in Turkey Point just behind Murphy's Restaurant. We had beer, music and food. We were truly best of friends.
After Junior
Our lives went in separate directions after Junior. Ken started his work career and I went across the border to school. During this time, Ken and Sharon married. I was honoured to be an usher at their wedding. Ken's career took them to Toronto, and mine to London. A few years later, as luck would have it, I was transferred to Toronto and Ken and Sharon opened their home to me until I found my own place. I'm sure I overstayed my welcome, but they were most gracious and generous.
Due to work, we later ended up in different parts of the country and did not see each other for 8 plus years. Fortunately,I was transferred back to London and this gave us the opportunity to re-connect.
We arranged for lunch and a golf game with our mutual friend and team mate Wayne Neidrauer. The jokes and lies were flying. It was like we had never been apart. During the past few years the three of us have gotten together for lunch on a regular basis and talk about the good ole days... especially the Jr. Hockey Championship.
One of the stories I remember vividly was that Waldo was a great hip checker. Opposition players said even though you knew it was coming from a mile away, it was impossible to avoid - most ended up on their ass sliding across the ice.
Waldo was so easy going and if anything bothered him he didn't let on. He was always in a good frame of mind, had a great sense of humour and was a pleasure to be around. I am very proud to say that he was my best friend.
I will miss him.
Mitch
Hej dö!
My deepest condolences to Sharon and her family and friends for the loss of a loving husband, father and friend, whom I also had the opportunity to meet when visiting my dear friends in Canada Chris and Beth Kuller. I can still remember that good-hearted, easy-going and down to earth man when we were having coffee on that porch! May he rest in peace! I attach a photo of Ken and Sharon waving bye-bye to Beth, Chris and me after our pleasant stay in their welcoming home a couple of years ago. Maggie from Sweden