Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Our cottage sits right next to Bev and Pat’s on North Pigeon Lake, and from day one, Bev was the welcoming committee, local historian, and unofficial mayor of the lane. Always smiling, always generous with advice, and full of stories about our cottage history and area—he helped us navigated cottage issues with ease. He was so knowledgable about so many things, honestly, we are not sure what we would have done without him all these years.
Just a couple of winters ago, we found ourselves in a real pickle—our car stuck on an icy cliff-side road. Who shows up like a snow-day superhero? Bev and his son Dave, out there wrestling our vehicle back to safety like it was just another Tuesday. He was always helping others.
Bev was the greatest fellow with a wonderful sense of humour, (except when losing at cards.) We were lucky to have him as our neighbour and friend for so many years, and we will all miss him more than words can say.
