At 100 years old, Lillian defied the odds by outliving the average woman’s life expectancy by almost 20 years. As a guidebook for a long life Lillian’s makes a strong argument in favour of hard work, having children as close together and as regularly as rungs on a ladder, and growing and preparing the food supplied by the farm. She is remembered for her huge garden that almost surrounded her house. It is hard to imagine the amount of food that travelled from that garden spot to her table—loads of food to fill the bellies of her growing boys who worked hard and long. She prided herself on being able to provide delicious traditional Ukrainian recipes and no one ever went away from Lillian’s table hungry. Tasty dishes she whipped up from memory. When asked for the recipe she would always say a cup of this and a handful of that... One of the family’s favourites was Lillian’s Rhubarb Soup made from the leaves in such a way that no one was poisoned even though rhubarb leaves are supposed to be toxic. Apparently, the way Lillian did it, by chopping the small, new rhubarb leaves and frying them with green onions, then adding them to a generous portion of potatoes, boiled eggs, slightly soured cream, a bit of dill, and salt and pepper, made it all okay—no one died according to George and they all ate it. In addition, she was a master at cabbage rolls and perogies served with homemade butter. Christmas dinner wasn’t complete without her potato/carrot Christmas pudding. Lillian will be remembered for her dry sense of humour and her insight. According to Lavonne if Lillian advised against doing something, one should have listened. Her predictions had an uncanny way of coming true. And much like her uncles before her Lavonne, didn’t always take the good advice to heart. It has taken time for her to realize the wisdom behind her grandmother’s words. Lillian loved music and had her kitchen radio dialed to Yorkton GX94 all the time. Tommy Hunter was almost the only TV program she watched. With the help of her son, George, she was able to live on the farm until she was 95, over three quarters of a century. Then she fell and spent her last few years as a resident of the Kelvindell Lodge. When she was in the Lodge and unable to enjoy much else, the sound of a fine Ukrainian dance tune made her toes tap and her voice hum. Lillian was not materialistic and is not going to be remembered for the keepsakes and knickknacks she left behind. Instead, her memory is instilled in those she loved because she touched people through her caring and nurturing nature hidden by a sometimes gruff exterior. She taught her family to work hard and for each to do his part. She accepted things that couldn’t be changed like the deaths of her daughter, Yvonne, son, Donald, and her husband. Lillian brightened the world with her dry sense of humour and her unique sayings. One of her favourites was, “cryin’ on a bucket.” She used it in conversation instead of “Oh Goodness.” It can be adapted today as one last bit of advice from a wise woman. If we listen carefully we can hear her voice saying, “cryin’ on a bucket. I lived a long and good life. Don’t mourn for me, get on with your own lives, do the best you can with what you’ve got, be happy and don’t work on Sunday.” She is survived by three sons of five children: George, Darrold and Ed; many grandchildren and great grandchildren.