Obituary for Kathryn Delaney Earthdancer
On Sunday April 17, 2022, K. Delaney Earthdancer passed away. She leaves behind her sons Christopher, David and Matthew. She was seventy-one.
She studied engineering at Red River Community College in Winnipeg, and would go on to design the circuits that supported telecommunications at MTS, over thirty years ago. At College she also met Hans Ferber, who would prove the love of her life. She was a flower child of the 1960s, and told us he looked dangerous. He said he knew at first sight that she would marry him, and she did. Twice.
Together they raised their sons and lived everywhere west of Toronto, from the mountains of British Columbia to the grain seas of Manitoba, and she would tell you the sunsets just outside Winnipeg are the most beautiful in the country. When they lived in Saskatoon for a spell she co-founded the non-profit group Tamara's House, which would provide aid and support to those suffering the effects of childhood sexual abuse in the community for the next twenty years.
Our mother was a lot. She was generous with her time, friendly to a fault and loved nothing more than setting out on a walk that might take hours. She loved to teach, and to garden. She loved animals, without limit. She loved art, loved to paint, joined artist collectives and had her own gallery exhibit. She loved music. She loved folk and soul and blues and rock and roll, and she loved to sing along with an ear-splitting enthusiasm that would ruin the song but assist in making your day. She loved to say "woo-oo!", and if that didn't get a smile out of you she'd give you a gentle tap and her easy grin and say "c'maaan!" Our mother loved and loved and loved, and in doing so gave us permission and encouragement to love this world and the people in it with an earnestness that may, one day with practice, prove equal to her own. These are merely the edge of the gifts she gave us. There are too many to name.
She is why we sing. And plant gardens. And care for the smallest among us. You were a good Mom.
She studied engineering at Red River Community College in Winnipeg, and would go on to design the circuits that supported telecommunications at MTS, over thirty years ago. At College she also met Hans Ferber, who would prove the love of her life. She was a flower child of the 1960s, and told us he looked dangerous. He said he knew at first sight that she would marry him, and she did. Twice.
Together they raised their sons and lived everywhere west of Toronto, from the mountains of British Columbia to the grain seas of Manitoba, and she would tell you the sunsets just outside Winnipeg are the most beautiful in the country. When they lived in Saskatoon for a spell she co-founded the non-profit group Tamara's House, which would provide aid and support to those suffering the effects of childhood sexual abuse in the community for the next twenty years.
Our mother was a lot. She was generous with her time, friendly to a fault and loved nothing more than setting out on a walk that might take hours. She loved to teach, and to garden. She loved animals, without limit. She loved art, loved to paint, joined artist collectives and had her own gallery exhibit. She loved music. She loved folk and soul and blues and rock and roll, and she loved to sing along with an ear-splitting enthusiasm that would ruin the song but assist in making your day. She loved to say "woo-oo!", and if that didn't get a smile out of you she'd give you a gentle tap and her easy grin and say "c'maaan!" Our mother loved and loved and loved, and in doing so gave us permission and encouragement to love this world and the people in it with an earnestness that may, one day with practice, prove equal to her own. These are merely the edge of the gifts she gave us. There are too many to name.
She is why we sing. And plant gardens. And care for the smallest among us. You were a good Mom.