Due to unforeseen circumstances for the COVID-19. A funeral Service for Wesley will be held at a later date George Wesley Macomber – or as he preferred to be called, Wes – was born on November 3, 1923 to Henry and Sarah Macomber, a younger brother to Carl. Being born in the Punnichy District, his family moved a few times during the depression years before settling down a mile east of the farm we know today. With each move, Grandpa attended a country school – Kamanatha, Glen Afton and lastly Alexandra where he completed his Grade 11 education which, for the great grandkids, was remarkable for that time since not many achieved this grade level. As a young man that had completed his high school education, Grandpa then worked on the farm with his dad and brother full-time. It was during this time that he met a very nice bank teller named Irene Campbell at the Bank of Montreal. He must have been smitten, because he used to bring in small amounts of money to deposit into his bank account just to be able to talk to her. And the feeling had to have been mutual because eventually Grandpa and Grandma married on June 18, 1946 at the Campbell farm near Mozart. In November 1946 he bought the home quarter we know now for $1,700, they built their house and soon started their family. First came Maxine on May 6, 1949 followed by Terry on September 4, 1950 and then completing their family, Sheldon on October 8, 1965. Grandpa and Grandma ended up spending 72 of their 73 years of marriage on that same home quarter where they started their lives together. Typically, when we think of Grandpa we immediately think of his love of farming, but he was also incredibly inventive and mechanically inclined. In 1949 he purchased a Gypsy Major aircraft engine to use in a snowplane that he not only designed, but also built. He would drive the snowplane to take Maxine and Terry to the Alexandra country school as well as make trips into town. On several occasions, the snowplane became an ambulance to take neighbours to the doctor at the Nokomis Hospital. It was also used to cool down the ice for the Semans Wheat Kings hockey games when the weather was too mild. The snowplane was restored in the late 90s and taken on several excursions and rallies, even winning an award at the Majestics Car Show. Grandpa was also a business owner. After he bought his first D2 caterpillar in the 1950s, he designed and built a front-end loader on it to use on the farm. The collection of construction equipment grew with a D7 and then a D6, and then several more D7s… so then it made sense that he started Wes Macomber & Sons Construction. Grandpa was even on a first name basis with the parts counter at Kramer Tractor. They did many land-clearing jobs for local farmers and constructing roads in the surrounding RMs, even digging the basement for the Semans United Church down the street. Farming, however, was part of Grandpa’s life ever since he was a young boy. It is important to mention that he started out by working alongside his brother and dad and it came full circle when he went on to establish his own farm that he would operate with his two sons. Grandpa got his first calf at seven years old and continued to have cattle on the farm until January 2011, raising them for a total of 80 years. He was a great mechanic and would take on the challenge any repair job would bring. As the technology in the ag industry changed, Grandpa learned right along with it. Although he may not have run the equipment in recent years, he wanted to make sure that the equipment on the farm was armed with the latest technology. It is incredible to think of starting out farming with teams of horses pulling a plow to having GPS in the same lifetime. Grandpa was also so incredibly proud to had moved an elevator from Tate to the family farm in 1980, boasting the Macomber family name on the west side of the building for all to see. Grandpa also had an adventurous side. In 1967 he drove the family across the country to experience Expo 67 in Montreal, towing the camper behind their Oldsmobile. He and Grandma also traveled the world visiting places such as Hawaii, Germany and California to name a few. There are also many memories of family camping trips to Echo Beach and Rowan’s Ravine. In Grandpa and Grandma’s “retired” years, they loved to take the motorhome to Manitou Beach on weekends and dance the night away at Danceland with their friends Don and Mona Belvoir, Raymond and Lillian Swanson, John and Marina Holmes, Des and Edna Peeke and the Dabowski’s from Govan. They also would not sit still in the winter months either. They each had their own snowmobiles and toured around places like Greenwater and took part in several snowmobile rallies. But aside from all this, family was the most important to Grandpa. He was extremely proud of his children, grandchildren and great grand children and enjoyed visiting with everyone during the holidays, but especially at coffee time. We all have memories sitting at the red and white kitchen table with Grandpa at one end and Grandma at the other. There would be cookies, or cake, or some sort of slice that Grandma had made on the table, and the coffee pot brewing. Grandpa was great for always staying up to date on what was going on in everyone’s lives and if you could not visit in person, he always enjoyed a good visit on the phone. Through all of Grandpa’s life experiences, he would not have been able to do it without Grandma. Grandpa and Grandma’s 73 years of marriage is an example of what love and dedication means. They supported each other throughout the years, through the good and the bad – as we all know happens with farming – and in sickness and in health. I am sure even some of Grandpa’s big ideas – like buying an airplane engine to build a snowplane - made Grandma scratch her head once or twice. But even then, they always were there for one another, at each other’s side. This is a love that most people can only imagine, and our family was blessed to be a witness of. He was kind as he was tall, gentle as he was strong, caring as he was driven. He had a remarkable memory for things that most of us would easily forget. He always enjoyed sharing a story when the time arose. His sweet tooth was unparalleled – however, I think there are a couple grandchildren and great grandchildren who could give him a run for his money in the sweet-tooth department. We are so grateful for the many memories that we have of Grandpa and are thankful he was part of our lives for as long as he was. Today we not only remember him, but we celebrate a life well lived. Grandpa – we know that you are watching over us and you will forever be in our hearts.