Clifford Cawkwell Funeral Service - Please click here Clifford Cawkwell Graveside Service - Please click here Clifford Gordon Cawkwell was born to Edwin & Annie Cawkwell (nee Ryan), January 6th, 1929. He was born on the family farm near Grayson, Saskatchewan. According to his sister, Myrt, all of his siblings were born there. Clifford passed away Sunday, December 27th, 2020 in Kelvington Hospital. He attended Nut Grove school & then moved to Oxford Centre School, but as many did, quit early to help on the family farm. Growing up, his children spent many hours walking to the “School hill” as Oxford school wasn’t far from the farm. Dad did mention numerous times that what he learned in 6 years took most people 12 or more years. While working in the logging industry in the Weekes area, Toby received an invitation to curl. According to his sister Mabel, who resides in Parkville Manor in Saskatoon at the very young age of 99, he had no broom, and was offered the use of a broom by a pretty little lady in the rink. And that is how he met Naomi Ruth Goodman, the love of his life. We don’t know if he won the game, but he certainly won the girl. They were married November 12th, 1956 in Porcupine Saskatchewan with a reception & dance in the Weekes hall. Clifford & Naomi had four children. Sharon, Sheila, Glenn & Mervin who have blessed them with 9 Grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Clifford farmed with his dad for many years and then Cliff & Naomi stayed on the family farm when his mom & dad moved to Nut Mountain. We were all very lucky that almost all of his family were near living all around the area. Even though Myrt lived a little further, the whole family would be together a lot through the years. I have many fond memories of my Aunts & Uncles & their families. Naomi moved into Kelvindell Lodge in October 2019. This was very hard for Dad.They had been together and married for over 60 years. Clifford was predeceased by his daughter Sheila in 1982. Parents Edwin and Annie, Brothers Bill (Bertha), Bernard (Helen), Clarence; Sisters Alice (Hank) and Francis (Sandy), brothers in law Charlie Lomas and Lloyd Donaldson as well as numerous members of Naomi’s family and several important nieces and nephews. He leaves to mourn his passing, his wife Naomi of Kelvindell Lodge, Kelvington, SK; his daughter Sharon (Allan) of Rose Valley, SK and children –Bradley (Leanne) and great-grandchildren Joy and Molly, Katee (Ryan) and great-grandchildren Cooper and Rylan, and Jeremy (Meghan); Clifford’s son Glenn (Rita) Cawkwell of Spiritwood, SK and children – Ashley, Tyler and Justin; Clifford’s son Mervin Cawkwell of Kelvington, SK and children – Katelyn (Patrick) and great-grandchildren Brielle, and Jayden, Jordyn and great-grandchild Cameron, and Megan (Ryan); and his sisters Mabel Lomas of Saskatoon, SK and Myrt Donaldson of Moose Jaw, SK and sister in law, Gladys Cawkwell of Kelvindell Lodge, Kelvington, SK. Toby was a quiet, gentle man with a good sense of humor. He enjoyed life and so enjoyed his very dear friends through the years, and there were many. He loved baseball and curling and had many fond memories of good times and he talked about those times often. I don’t think any of his friends went by their real names. Clifford was Toby, Dale was Swede, Glen was Joe, Lloyd was Elmer, Lawrence was Horner; there were many. Tobe & Naomi did a lot of camping and fishing. They were inseparable and did everything together. They took many amazing trips together either fishing with friends or memorable bus trips. They did a lot of traveling for a few years and were able to enjoy places like Hawaii, Europe, Nashville, Churchill, and Mexico to attend Katee’s wedding with almost our entire family. They very much enjoyed their time with family and friends and spent many enjoyable nights playing cards with Clarence & Gladys, as well as many other friends & family. One of their favorite things in their lives was to attend the Tenant Music Festival. They attended this event for over 20 years and dad was so proud of the fact that Ray Tenant saved a special spot for them to park right beside the main stage. In the later years, cards remained dad’s passion, and he spent many enjoyable hours organizing bridge games and tournaments and playing bridge with his favorite partner, Carl Svenson along with mom and his other card playing friends. We probably could find some of those old scorecards around. My dad’s love of dogs was like no other. We often joked that Misty or Corky or Nicky would be in the will and we (his kids) would be out. It was very sad when he lost Misty suddenly a year ago. His new little dog, Sadie, spent many hours cuddling with dad in his hospital bed. He loved that and she loved him, even though they hadn’t had each other for very long. Dad was quite the tease and I know all of my kids have their own stories to remember, that’s for sure. He thought it was really funny to stick his finger in your coffee cup. He would laugh away and think he was so funny. He was very particular about having a glass mug and a glass plate. And just the right amount of cream in his coffee, as he only wanted a few drops, we were never sure why he bothered. There are a couple of stories about my dad that need to be shared. We all have camped at Greenwater for many years. We got quite the chuckle about dad running around looking for dry firewood as the neighbours would pull out of their sites. Ryan tells the story: “It was a torrential down pour and the second my hitch touched the camper an 85-year man popped out of the woods to steal my dry firewood” This is the other Greenwater story about dad and his boat that Ryan reminded me of that needs to be told: I honestly never considered Dad to be a cheap man, but with certain things he certainly was. He was too cheap to rent a boat dock at Greenwater. He said he had never had to pay and wasn’t starting now. Mom & Dad had a boat and used it lots for years and fished a lot. As he got older, and it was harder for them to put the boat in the water, etc. we tried to tell them to pay for a boat dock, then they could just go down anytime. But no way. My dad docked his boat down a hill from his campsite through the bush. So at 85, he was climbing down a hill through the bush to get to his boat. Apparently, he fell down the hill one day and he told our friend, Debbie Wozniak that it had happened but told her to make sure and not tell Sharon. Luckily he wasn’t hurt too bad. Up until a few years ago, dad would come to our farm and help with swathing in the fall. He loved his farming, and on our farm Allan’s dad still runs the combine all fall, another amazing man. Some of my favorite memories are of my sister & I hauling straw bales with my dad. He was very kind and honestly I hardly remember him getting mad at us, but often a long string of swear words would come out all of a sudden. Sheila & I found this hilarious. Thankfully it was usually aimed at a straw bale that wouldn’t cooperate or at a steer when we were out with the cattle and not at us. One of Glenn’s favorite stories is when dad, Sheila & our friend Laury were messing around and throwing the ketchup bottle to each other at the table, dad threw the bottle and when the girls caught the bottle it squished out and dad’s mother in law Grandma Goodman was the recipient of ketchup all over her forehead. There was a lot of panicked silence, then Grandma Goodman broke into laughter and all was well. Another favorite memory is when dad would take us to Joe Toy’s café in Nut Mountain and buy us black flat licorice and 5 star bars at the local store Stashukes in town. He had a hearty laugh that we all loved, you all know the one, and we will miss that terribly. A Private Family Funeral Service will be held 1:00 p.m. Saturday, January 2, 2020 Funeral Service will be live streamed on Narfason’s Funeral Chapel & Crematorium’s Facebook Page.