George M. Sebert

I am Whitney Crowfeather, God-daghter of George Sebert. I have some favorite memories of George. I have only known him 16 years. Out of that sixteen years, the favorite memory was going hunting for the first time in my life, and that was jsut a year and a half ago. The sad thing was that we didn't get anthing, but we did shoot at one but missed completely. The first deer we saw when we were hunting was a nice big buck. The Buck had 10x11 rack. That was really big to me. I would always play darts with him at the American Legion Club. i would also play pool with hi once in a great while. I would go fishing with him and his friends. We would always bet to see who get the first fish and the biggest fish. Guess who got the biggest and first fish? ME! HAHAHA!!! the biggest fish I caught was 26 inches long. When he stayed with my grandma Eileen, we would plant a garden and and plant cucumbers, pumpkins, etc. Oh, can't forget the cherry tomatoes. When the cucumbers where down growing we would pickle them and then wait for them to get done, that was the hard part. I will always remember the fun things we did together. We had our times when we were mad at each other, but we got over it really fast. I will always miss him, and it is sad that he was going to miss my sixteenth birthday. February 22, 2005 I will be sixteen.



George, I will always love you and miss you and miss your funny sence of humor of imatating other people, espeacially Brownie, he would do great impressions of him.



Love you always George, your God-daughter Whitney Renee Crowfeather

I remember lots of great times at Georges. I can remember George betting me I couldn't get from the shop to the house and back in 2 minutes with 2 cups of coffee for him and dad. Oh yeh,I bet I can! I can remember going gopher hunting with him out in the pature, deer hunting with him and all the cousins,butchering,carrying buckets of milk in the barn, riding in the tractor cab with him, getting skinned up on the swatter.He drove the black/white ford very fast to grandmas! I also remember he liked to laugh and had a very funny sense of humor. Like many or all the cousins, I have some of my best memories just being around him and the farm. I know he's in a better place now with grandma,grandpa, Charlotte, Leo and others that love him. Thanks for all the great memories George.

Being out at the farm several summers, I spent alot of time with George. I remember Pop corn and Homemade Icecream, it seems like I always got the most icecream because after everybody else had their small bowl, I got what was left in the container and plus that, I got to lick the churn. Remember the ole Race Car 4Q. Riding a bull behind the barn, George and Anthony Raba helping??? Gathering the cows with the 3010 in the lake bottom and dropping it in the mud to the axles, the same week that aunt Charolette passed away. Butchering Pigs & Beef with George & Donny Raba. How about the chickens! Chop Head! Here hold them against the fence so they cant get away. Deer hunting, black ford Uncle George driving, with Len Hanging out the window shooting, Woops just hit it.

I Have a lot of memories of Uncle George these are just a few, save some Pickled Eggs for me.



Motorcyle Michael Pickle Mickle

Boy, I just have to say ditto to Mary's words on George. Life experiences on the farm have stayed with me all my life. I'm not afraid to just dig in and do hard work. As kids we helped with whatever we could - gathering the cows, milking the cows, getting the eggs, feeding the pigs or chickens, picking up rocks, driving the tractor, etc. It was fun to see the new kittens, or the new puppies, baby calves, baby chickens. It was a treat to stay for a week in the summer and help. Alot of memories - May George rest in peace and have no more worries.

Love Karen (Sebert) Horsefield

In Aussie terms, George was a 'mate'. I will miss having a few 'coldies' with him whenever I visit my old home town. My condolences to family and friends.

My earliest memory of George was being scared by him – he always teasing me by calling me Toofless Teresa. I would hide behind Dad’s legs so he wouldn’t see me. Then he would grab me and twirl me around in the air as I laughed and laughed.



He always made us feel important by giving us jobs to do but the jobs never seemed like work with George around – he made it seem like fun. He had us scooping up manure, feeding the baby calves with the bottle, collecting the chicken eggs and cleaning the coup, or paying Tom and Me a nickel a for each gopher tail we’d bring him. He even let me help in the garage. How proud I was when I had grease underneath my fingernails like Uncle George.



When we weren’t “helping”, George was creating fun things for us to do. He pulled us on an upside down hood of a car in the snow, or got the ol’ mini bike working so we could ride the wavey road to the mailbox. He didn’t seem to mind when DeDe and I made forts in the hay in the barn, in the lilacs by the house, or behind the furnace in the basement (unless he was trying to sleep).



So did I learn anything from George – absolutely. I learned plenty about working on a farm and I learned more about having fun and encouraging other to have fun too.

Have you ever seen a match burn twice?

Whoa, what's this on your shirt? (Wup, got your nose!)

King......Kong

Oh, yeah, the slapstick barn humor. George could always entertain us kids. With tricks: Watch the dogs/cats jump for the milky filter. Listening to that Country Western music and the pump/whir of the milking machines. The smells; manure, sour milk, hay, skunk weed, and the smell of wide open spaces. Then, there was always the smell of George as he was getting ready to go out on a Saturday night. The man sure did clean up well, and looked so handsome with his hair slicked back - definetely 60's style!

So, go rest high on that mountain, son, your work here is done. And know that....though the song has ended, the music lingers on.

Will miss George's crazy little since of humor. Always made one smile. All my Prayers Dennine

Our sympathy to all his family. Sorry for your loss.

I have such wonderful memories of my uncle George. He was such an important part of our lives while we were growing up. We spent many weekends and summers on the farm. We had such good times and learned so much. George taught us so many things. He taught us how to milk cows (by hand, if you were in trouble - I did that once or twice!), how to drive the tractors (and actually plow the fields) and big old grain trucks (I could barely touch the floor let alone push that hard clutch down!), how to shoot a bb gun (there's a few less barn swallows and light bulbs in this world now), and how to pluck chickens and shuck corn, and see who could eat the most at supper that night!



My favorite memory is when one year (I must have been 13 or 14) George was into demo derbys. He had a big old white station wagon, if memory serves, that we all helped paint. At one of the derbies, he asked me if I wanted to drive in the woman's division. I was SO EXCITED!!!!! Shortly before the event, he needed to give them my drivers licence to prove that I was 16 or older. Well, needless to say, I didn't get to drive in the derby, but him asking me was the coolest thing!



George, I love you and will miss you!



Marcia Sebert-Lewis