Fallen Hashers

December 13, 1947 - December 6, 2011

Jim McMullin passed away with his loving family by his side. He is survived by his partner, Patricia; his sons, Liam, Brendan (Ashley), Neil (Krysalynne); their mother, Marg (Jeff); sisters, Carole (Gary) and Hazel; nephew, Owen along with numerous extended family members and friends.

A Celebration of Life will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday, December 13, 2011 in the Engineering Solarium, 2nd floor of the Engineering, Teaching, and Learning Complex (ETLC), 9107 - 116 Street.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Mazankowski Alberta Heart Institute, 8440 - 112 Street, Edmonton, AB T6G 2B7.

ON ON Omar ! You will be missed...

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"Sir David C!#k"

Sir David C!%k, aka David Cook, passed away Sunday, September 13, 2009. A celebration of his colourful life was held at the Winspear Centre on Wednesday, September 23, 2009 at 6:30 pm.

Dildo Baggins had this to say:

“David was the one who brought me to the Hash 8 or 10 years back. He encouraged me to try out the Hash in spite of all my doubts and misgivings about joining any kind of running group. He used to be more or less a regular with the Hash whenever he was in town (which wasn‟t that often as he travelled a lot). He had already run with the Hash for quite a few years before he introduced me. He hasn't run much with the Hash for the last 2 or 3 years (nor have I, for that matter). I understand that he had recently starting running again and was looking forward to a return to the Hash soon.”

“David was very active in Edmonton Opera (where he often gave wonderful pre-opera talks at the Jube) and Edmonton Symphony (where he also sometimes gave the preconcert talks at the Winspear). Although not himself a musician, he was a huge enthusiast and supporter of all things musical in Edmonton. He also nar-rated (MC'ed) many of the concerts of the Mill Creek Colliery Band. He was a wonderful speaker who always gave knowledgeable and interesting sometimes amusing presentations. He had a sharp wit and an infectious sense of humour. He was a very kind and generous fellow who knew how to entertain well. For a number of years he put on a dinner that was auctioned off at the Red Dress Run.”

“I know much less of his professional career except that he was a Professor of Pharmacology and Director of the Division of Studies in Medical Education at the University of Alberta. He was much in demand internationally for his lectures and courses on toxicology and treatment of drug addiction often travelling to various obscure corners of the Middle East and Asia (such as Oman and Kathmandu) not to mention from coast to coast in Canada and the USA.” Our peripatetic friends Bum Deal and Horse‟s Arse, writing from Bangladesh, had this to say:

“Jodie and I were saddened to hear of the passing away of Sir David Cock. He was a fine hasher and a lovely man. His absence is a loss to all of us. As you know we are in Bangladesh and will not be at the Winspear Centre to offer our condolences to Sir David‟s family and friends nor to celebrate his life with our fellow hashers. Please pass on our deepest regrets.”

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Private "The Bulge" Dick

BEARD, Gary Law He WAS everything that was good and right in this world. With unbearable sadness in our hearts, Gary Law Beard left us without warning on July 3, 2009. He leaves behind countless people whom he loved and who loved him... His wife and soul mate, Shannon. Gary's proudest legacy, his beautiful sons, Justin and Dane; his heart, his mother, Anne; his best friend, his sister, Lisa; his brother, Dale; his 'adopted' brother, Ron; Lisa and Ron's children, Reid, Austin and Ty. Dale and Kathy's children; Paul, Paige and Sara. Shannon's sister, Sherri, her children, Adam, Kerry and Darian and Fred, his constant from the beginning. Gary loved hard and with intensity and everything he did was colored with that love. Gary always reminded us how "blessed" he was but actually it was all of us that were blessed. He lived his life with no regrets and always, always, told his family and friends that he loved them. He loved us and life with a vengeance and took nothing for granted. His lesson to us all. Gary was born to Anne Walker July 10, 1955 in Chester, England. He was a good son, brother, father, friend. He put his heart and soul into everything he did and all he touched was filled with love... the Hash Harriers, Keystone Music, the Edmonton Folk Fest, countless hours of volunteer time to numerous charities. There was never anything he could not or would not do to help. Carpe Diem my brother, I love you and miss you.

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Fly Trap

Wilinski, Gordon - WILINSKI, Gordon Passed away peacefully on April 22, 2009 at age 57 after a lengthy battle with cancer. Predeceased in 1999 by his sister Carol.

Fly Trap joined the EH3 for run #357 back in 1997 and ran with us for over 200 runs. He also walked with us many times in the Old Strathcona HHH. Even if he didn’t join us, he’d sometimes drop in for a visit with Nookey and rest of us at the on-on after one of Nookey’s many runs from The Senior’s Lodge. Although I didn’t really interact with him all that much, as the photographer with the OSH3, he’d often yell out to me to take the damned picture after we’d waited what he thought was an appropriate amount of time for the latecomers to arrive. And you know, I often thought he had a pretty good point.

One of his perhaps less proud achieve-ments was getting the Idiot of the Year award at AGPU for having missed the run because he fell off his roof and broke his ankles. Ass Teaser ended up carrying the heavy wooden trophy for many months before eventually handing it off to Fly Trap when he had gotten well enough to come out to the runs and carry it.

Something the Trash has only recently heard about (but was probably well known in other circles) is that Fly Trap liked to try to get to know the ladies in the Hash, especially the new ones. As Boobs Galore said, ‚My biggest memory of Flytrap was when he was hitting on two of my friends at the Red Dress Run. Almost simultaneously, the devil.‛ I’ve heard elsewhere that this was not un-usual behaviour for him.

Blow Hole said this to say about Fly Trap:
Fly Trap was a good Ukrainian. He really loved his mother, he enjoyed dancing to polka music, and he was always looking for a good deal. He also had a hopeful perspec-tive on social situa-tions. He'd ALWAYS invite girls out to his dancing socials and when it came to Hash Events, he'd usually buy two tickets! However, he would usually end up selling his other ticket in the end. It'll be strange not to have Fly Trap around, even though he was on the quiet side and was rarely in the lime-light. I admired his sense of ‘calmness’ in all situations, except for the time he yelled out to let everyone know that I was the last one at the Hash and therefore, deserved to be the scribe!

On On, FlyTrap. God bless you as you rest in peace, in the arms of your mother, waiting for you in heaven. May your pyrogies up in heaven always be warm with fresh sour cream… BlowHole

We’ll miss Fly Trap’s sardonic humour and his quiet presence. Many hashers took time out of their days to visit him while he was in hospital, even though in some cases they didn’t really know him too well. As I was saying to someone earlier this evening on the web, Hashers are like family, and even though a family member may be an odd duck who you didn't really connect with, in a way they’re still family, and you’ll miss them. I know that I, and many others, will miss Fly Trap.

P.U.

Michael Richard Hawrylez (1956-2009)

Mike was with EH3 for a couple of years from 1997-99. He was originally from Toronto, and when he moved to Edmonton, joining the Hash was one of the first things he did. Mike got his Hash name because of his off-the-wall sense of humor, often saying things like “let us eat the lettuce.” Although Mike started out with the running hash, he gradually focused on the walking hash.

Mike was a great outdoor enthusiast who often went bird watching, hiking and canoeing. He paddled on many rivers and lakes in Alberta and B.C. Mike’s truck was always stocked with canned food and other supplies he needed for camping trips, so he was always ready for a weekend campout within a day’s drive of Edmonton. It was typical for Mike to be camping, hiking and canoeing on most weekends throughout the spring, summer and fall. Mike never married and perhaps one reason is that he never met someone who had a passion for the outdoors as much as him.

But there was more to Mike than just outdoor pursuits. He was very culturally rounded, and often attended museum exhibits, art galleries, theatrical plays, summer festivals and rock concerts. Mike worked at the Heritage Amphitheatre at Hawrelak Park for seven years, and he enjoyed being involved with many summer events such as the Edmonton Blues Festival. He was also a talented artist who painted with acrylic and drew hundreds of pen sketches while hiking or exploring cities. Mike’s travels took him to places like Costa Rica, Mexico and San Francisco.

Michael Richard Hawrylez died from complications of stomach cancer at the age of 52 on February 17, 2009. He was in the palliative care unit of the Grey Nuns Hospital, and died after a month long struggle with the disease, although he had been diagnosed with cancer two years earlier.

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In addition to being a member of the Edmonton Hash House Harriers Gord was also active with The Edmonton Bicyle and Touring Club (EBTC). The following was extracted from their web site...

"Our volunteer of the year gets their name inscribed on the Gord Charles Trophy. Gord Charles was a long time member and volunteer (of the EBTC), Vice President at the time of his sudden death on Oct. 22, 2006. Here are two poems from the Nov. and Dec. 2006 issues of Spokes, a man described as a friend to all."

Gord’s Way
by Jasmine Hohenstein

There are angels among us. Can I tell you about one?
Our special friend Gordon, so full of life, so full of fun!
His wings were well hidden, but I know they were there,
And his halo was tucked under his helmet with care.

His heart filled with passion to take a ride on his bike,
To spend time with his friends, that’s what Gord liked.
He was never too busy, he always had nice things to say,
He was kind, he was thoughtful: that was Gord’s way.

He made you feel special, like you were a star,
But we all knew that Gord outshone us by far.
Gord’s laughter came easy and so did his smile.
He always was happy. That was Gord’s style.

Gord loved to be planning bike trips here and there,
Whatever Gord did, he did with great care.
You could pick up the phone, call him up night or day.
He was never too busy, but that was Gord’s way.

Bike rides and pizza, junk food at the park,
Gord loved to go cycling till it almost got dark.
He was always helping someone, but Gord never kept score.
He rarely complained when he was tired and sore.

He liked each one of you, and how do I know?
That’s what Gord told me, just a short while ago.
I miss him already, so I’ve asked the dear Lord,
“Please teach me to be a lot more like Gord.”

Happy Ending
In Memory of Gord Charles
By Gary Garrison

Some would pay big money to die your way:
quietly, asleep, dreaming the bike tour
of a lifetime, five weeks in Europe, your
buddy beside you each and very day
sharing the sights, the German countryside,
bratwurst, beer, history, castles, cathedral
bells telling the hours till your eyelids fall,
laughing with friends, celebrating the ride,
your mind full of next year’s plan: excursion
through the Rockies, down the Pacific coast,
the wind in your hair, each heartbeat a boast,
every day a loving kiss from the sun.
No suffering, no pain, no long goodbyes,
not a single tear, except in our eyes.

Click here to see the E.B.T.C. page honouring Gord

Jiggle-Oh

Duane Troy “Jiggle-Oh” Moore 1971 – 2002

Jiggle-Oh was tragically killed August 12th, 2002 while motorcycling with friends in Olympic National Park, Washington. Jiggle-Oh had recently moved to Vancouver with his new bride Andrea so that she could be closer her family, whose father was battling cancer. He had taken a leave from his teaching job at O’Leary High School in Edmonton, where he was a colleague of other hashers, Dame Edna, Half Cocked and Invisible Man. Jiggle-Oh ran occasionally with the pack from 1999 to 2002, haring several runs during that time. It was when haring the last Monday run of 2001 along with Dame Edna that he was named by Rubber Maid in recognition of the fabulous Jell-O shooters that were offered at the hash hold that evening.

Outside of hash life Jiggle-Oh was an avid motorcyclist and a member of the Air-Riders VW club in Edmonton along with Eunuch Psycho, another VW enthusiast. Jiggle-Oh had completely refurbished a 1970’s VW Beetle, which was his pride and Joy, and was also contemplating a number of other VW projects at the time of his passing. The Air-Riders website was inundated with messages of tribute and condolence from friends in the club and students from O’Leary. Jiggle-Oh was a well respected and much loved teacher at O’Leary from 1998 to 2002. Testament to this were the number of his students, both past and present, who attended his memorial and spoke so highly of him; several who would credit their academic salvation to his dedication and guidance. Dame Edna stated that the staff of O’Leary, particularly those in the science department, would miss him dearly as a colleague and a friend.

This from the Edmonton Journal Obituary at the time: “Duane lived life to the fullest. His passion was Volkswagens and motorcycles. He will be so sorely missed by all who knew him. Duane had a unique gift of making everyone he met feel special, hence his multitude of very dear friends. He is so loved”.

In the fall of 2007, a plaque was added to the Crash Test Memorial Bench in memory of Jiggle-Oh and a memorial run was conducted from the bench. Jiggle-Oh’s family were in attendance and were happy to see a group of fun-loving hashers dedicate the plaque in his honour. They could easily see how their Duane would have loved to associate with this group. According to Dame Edna, Jiggle-Oh was a hasher in the true spirit of the hash in the way that he approached life putting his enthusiasm into fun, good deeds and hard work.

“All men die, not all men truly live” (William Wallace)

On-On my friend.

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