COOPER - Sarah Marjorie passed away on Thursday, March 13, 2008. The funeral service was held at 11:00 a.m., Monday, March 17, 2008 at St. Olaf’s Lutheran Church with Pastor Greg Kiel officiating. The tribute was given by her granddaughter Ashley Cooper. Bible readings were read by daughter Carol Neville-Smith and granddaughter Terrie Dixon. Ushers were Jerry Scheller, Larry Richards and Harry Minifie. The pallbearers were her grandsons: Trevor Haubrich, Spencer Cooper, Stan Dash, Kent Cooper, Kurt Cooper and Trevor Dixon. The interment service took place at Vanguard Memorial Cemetery. Sarah is survived by her loving husband Ron Cooper; daughter Marjorie (Earl) Haubrich and their children Trevor and Allison; son Allan (Sheila) Cooper and their children Stacey, Kent and Kurt, daughter Carol (John) Neville Smith and their children Charlotte, Loretta, Terrie (Trevor), Teresa and Shantel, son Cliff and his children Ashley and Spencer, daughter Dianne and her children Stan, Chelsea and Brendon and six great grandchildren Dylan, Lilly, Daisy, Starr, Seleina and William. Sarah is also survived by her siblings Tina Krich, Chris Campbell and Pete Banman. She was predeceased by her parents Frank and Justina Banman; sisters Laura, Mary, Anne and Irene. Sarah was born on January 30, 1933 on a farm near Braddock, SK. She attended her early schooling at McMahon. Her family later moved to Taber, AB and then to Grandview Bench, BC where she continued her schooling. She met Ron and they were married on March 12, 1952. They farmed all their life in the Vanguard district. She was a member of the Lutheran Church Women. She loved the farm life, visiting friends and family, playing games with her grandchildren. Her greenhouse, flowers and gardening were also a love of hers. She will be greatly missed by her loving family and all who knew her. For further information or to sign the family book of condolence, visit our website at parksidefuneralhome.com. Arrangement were entrusted to Parkside Memorial Funeral Home, Swift Current, Saskatchewan
Mama’s Hands
I saw you hide your hands in line, They’ve never made a Christmas gift,
behind that lady fair, shaped by a lovin’ hand.
I noticed too, hers soft and white – They’ve never peeled apples,
immaculate from care. nor vegetables they’ve canned.
But Ma, I say it’s no disgrace They’ve never worn a blister,
to have workin’ hands like you, or had calluses to show,
and had she lived the life you have, for all they’ve done for others,
she’d have hands just like it too. and the kindnesses I know.
But her hands have never hauled in wood, So you see, my dearest Mama –
or worked in God’s good earth. yours are hands of love.
They’ve never felt the bitter cold, And I bet the Lord will notice
or chopped ice for waitin’ stock, when he greets you from above.
they’ve never doctored sick ones,
or dressed a horse’s hock.
They’ve never pulled a hip-locked calf,
or packed water to the barn.
They’ve never patched blue jeans,
or had worn ol’ socks to darn.
They’ve never touched a young’n,
or caressed a fevered head,
with hands so gently folded,
all night beside his bed.
They’ve never scrubbed a kitchen floor,
or done dishes every day.
They’ve never guided with those hands
a child who’s lost the way.
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