Brother Joe and the Ottawa Scoles family's offer their condolences to Pat's family and his sons Paul and Philip. He was a great father to his boys and I know they will miss him, sincere sympathy Paul and Philip. Brother Ted has adequately described Pat's early life on the farm so I will continue with a few words on my close association with Pat during an RCAF posting to Winnipeg in the early 1950's. Pat was working for the John Deere company during this period and he boarded at his Aunt Nellie and Uncle Phils home until he managed to get his own place ner where I was living so we became neighbors. We both had cars but it seemed Pat's old plymouth was the most popular and we made many trips to Winnipeg beach and to our farm with this old car. It performed great until Pat ran over a big stone on one of these trips and this bust a great hole in the oil pan. In any event Pat always good at getting out of a jam, managed to get another oil pan, replace the oil and presto like new again. His adventures did not stop there, Pat often got short of gs and I recall one night we were returning rom the farm to Winnipeg when the low fuel warning came on, Pat was running out of gas. There were no gas stations open this time of night. Not to worry Pat just stopped at every one of those old crank handle pumps and drained the residual gas from the hose into his tank, and that is how we got back to Winnipeg in the middle of the night running on fumes. We also had a great social life around the Winnipeg Clubs and the Roller rink. Friday evening often found us at one of the clubs that allowed patrons to bring their own booze, provided the patrons ordered the mix. Pat usually managed to find a little bottle of gin and a means of smuggling in some mix so we basically had a great time as guests of the establishment, a nice table and great music. Pat was a very generous person, anything he had was always available to his friends and he was also very well liked by the people he worked with at John Deere, I often heard great compliments for his business acumen in getting tractors and machinery out to his friends around Somerset and Altamont during a time when these machines were back ordered and rather hard to find. I also enjoyed a lot of visits with Pat and Joan during the 1960's when I was stationed in Comox. Dad and mom often stayed between Pat's home in Vancouver and a month or two with us in Comox. As dad used to say if I stayed home I was in the house all winter but out here in BC I can get out and even find some poker players every day. Apparently Pat was also an enthusiastic duck hunter while living at home. One story goes like this, Pat appeared a bit careless handling his shotgun as he had a habit of standing with the gun pointed up but his thumb stuck over the end of the barrel, probably to show his fellow hunters the gun was unloaded. Well one hunter made a comment about this danger to Pat, so always ready to prove his point, Pat pointed the gun at the ground pulled the trigger and bang a load of buckshot right between his feet. Apparently he was at a loss for words for a few minutes and when the dust settled, he learned a valuable lesson about gun safety. So with these anecdotes I sadly say farewell to my brother Pat, may he rest in peace. Joe Scoles August 24 2017