Obituaries
BETTY LEINBURD
Betty Leinburd (née Calmanovici) passed away peacefully, in her sleep at home on March 2, 2018 at the age of 95.
Our Mom was a total character. She was an example of the axiom that what doesn’t kill you makes you tougher, and boy was she tough. She had to be, to make it through the first 40 years of her life.
She and our Dad were born in an era that was one of those historical periods where the world went mad, especially for Jewish people. If WWI and WWII are viewed as one war, with a 20-year gap, then our parents had the misfortune of being born right in that gap, not quite, but close enough to be near the centre of the hurricane that engulfed most of the world at the time.
Betty Leinburd was born on April 25, 1922 in a traditional Jewish family in a small town in what had been the border lands of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, in Bukovina, Romania, in the town of Falticeni, a town founded by Jews around 1720. She was the youngest of three children born to Calman and Gitel (née Herman). Her father owned a grain mill in the town and she had two older brothers, Eli and Lica.
She had the pleasure of living through crazed, right-wing messianic fascists running Romania in the 1930s, the Nazi-allied fascists running Romania during WWII (who were, believe it or not, a different group of fascists than the right-wing messianic flavour which came of age in the pre-war era), and then, as if that wasn’t enough, the quasi-eastern despotic communist government running Romania after WWII, until she and her husband were finally given permission to leave Romania, after nine years of waiting to leave that deranged place.
There were maybe 10,000 people in Falticeni at the start of WWII of whom 7,000 were Jewish. For a small shtetl in the Balkans, it was a very cultured place. Falticeni had its own classical orchestra, was home to world caliber writers, artists, and sculptors and by all accounts, she was exposed to a sophisticated cultural life.
Falticeni was 20 km from the town our Dad was born in, Suceava, and where their children were born.
But that small distance of 20 km meant Falticeni was in what was considered Romania proper and a different province from the town our Dad lived in. That was enough to prevent Betty’s family from being deported to slave labour-detention camps, and killing fields, run by the Romanians, where a few hundred thousand Jews, including our Dad’s family, were deported to during WWII, in an area bordering then-Romania’s east boundary, called Transnistria.
During the war years, the mayor of Falticeni was General Neculce. For some reason which we don’t know, that general hired our Mom’s brother Lica, who was then 18, to be his driver, even though all Jews had been thrown out of the Romanian army.
This general had two nephews, whom he had sent to Hitler youth camps in Germany during the summer, and then, when they returned, during the war years, he had them come to Betty’s house, every Shabbat with food and wine, still wearing their SS uniforms.
That relationship saved our Mom’s family during the war, and after the war, when Romania held trials of its Nazi collaborators, our Mom’s brother Lica gave evidence at the general’s trial, which helped save his life and that of his two nephews.
In the spring of 1944, our Dad and his family were able to leave the camps in Transnistria, and made their way back to Suceava, where they had lived before the war. Whatever they had owned before the war was of course gone or taken from them.
Our Dad had met our Mom’s brother, Eli, while the Calmanovici family was briefly in Suceava, and it was Eli who introduced our parents to each other. Betty Calmanovici and Jacob Leinburd were married on Jan. 25, 1945, in Falticeni and were married for 42 years, until Jacob passed away in 1987.
About one year after their marriage, on April 20, 1946, their first child, Paul, arrived.
After the war, many family members fled Romania and moved wherever they could. For most, that meant going to Israel first, and later, to Canada.
Betty and Jacob settled in Suceava and managed to have a life under what became a communist dictatorial regime. In 1994, we visited Romania with our Mom, including Suceava, and were able to see what had been our home, our synagogue, and our neighbourhood. Mom pointed out the houses where our relatives and family friends all lived, in adjacent streets. Visiting Falticeni on that same trip, our Mom’s home and neighborhood no longer existed, having been redeveloped.
Times were tough after the war. Everything was scarce. The memory of what they had just survived lingered. It was not until ten years after the birth of a first child that our Mom felt comfortable to want another child, and so it was that on October 16, 1956, their second son, Sorèl, was born.
In January 1959, after a 9-year-wait, our parents were given permission and a month’s notice to leave Romania.
Our Mom and Dad went to Bucharest, and stayed with our Mom’s best friend from kindergarten for a couple of days before taking a train to Athens. We found out not long ago from the son of our Mom’s best friend, that he remembered his father and our Dad at that specific time; our Dad was afraid of trying to take US$3,000 with him since Jews were not allowed to take anything when leaving Romania, let alone foreign currency. They were checked thoroughly, and if they were caught, they would either not be allowed to leave or would be thrown in jail. So he gave the money to our friend’s father.
Our friend’s father was just as terrified and didn’t want to accept it. So both fathers went to the bathroom, shredded the money and flushed it down the toilet.
That was a snapshot of the world Betty came from.
Our parents, thankfully, made it out of crazy Romania in 1959 with a couple of suitcases, some dishes, photographs, two kids, and went to Israel, settling for a few months in Kiryat-Gat and then in Hadera.
Life in Israel at that time was very spartan, hot, and hard. Betty and Jacob had many close friends living there, but their parents and some other relatives had already made their way to Canada, and we followed eight months after arriving in Israel.
In October 1959, they came to Canada, not knowing a word of English, with nothing except two children full of attitude.
Like so many immigrants before them, our parents settled in Winnipeg’s North End. Betty and Jacob got jobs in the garment factories. Betty wasn’t cut out for working in factories, and she did whatever she could to earn a living, working as a babysitter, then working evening shifts as a nurse’s aide at the Winnipeg General Hospital.
Our parents struggled along, living on a sort of immigrants’ row on Lansdowne Avenue, between Main Street and McGregor Street, where many other post-war migrants from the Ukraine, Poland, and Germany lived.
Eventually, around 1966 or 1967, our Dad found a business partner, Don Levine, also a Holocaust survivor, and together, they opened up their wholesale and retail textile business in the Market Square area of Winnipeg, called JD Textile.
And so, seven or eight years after arriving in Canada, our parents then moved from North-End Lansdowne to suburban West Kildonan where the city then ended, having bought a bungalow for $18,000 on Forrest Avenue, and Betty no longer had to work as a nurse’s aide. She became a home-maker, and the subsistence living of our parents eased off and they then took their place in the lower middle class of this great country.
Betty really loved to cook and even more, to bake.
Her cooking was a blend of the rustic culinary flavours of her home country, melding the foods and influences of Romania with the Balkans and Turkey, and above it all, Jewish interpretations of it.
But her baking was heavily influenced by the hangovers of Vienna and the Austro-Hungarian empire which ruled the area before WWI.
It was Jewish Ashkenazi soul food at its most flavourful.
Weekday dinners generally were never less than a 3-course meal, with salad, soup, and a main entrée.
And Friday night dinners were typically open to any family or friends visiting; it was generally a feast consisting of salad, soup, at least one or two vegetable dishes often including ghiveci (a Romanian version of ratatouille), chicken, beef, fish or all three, and of course, dessert…a baked shmeten torte or cake, or both.
It brought total joy to her heart to see our friends gorging on her baking. That was Betty Leinburd.
When her daughter-in-law Judy, first came to Winnipeg to visit, Betty introduced her to gefilte fish. Judy loved it. So for years after, even when a flight landed at 11:30 at night into Winnipeg, Betty would have a meal with gefilte fish waiting for Judy at her home.
Unlike her baking, Betty was not all sweetness and sunshine.
She was demanding, opinionated, tough to satisfy, and more than a match for handling two sons who threw everything they had at her. She gave as good as she got.
One measure of life is not the years that you live, but the life lived in those years.
Like many of her generation, Betty really didn’t look back, only ahead. And she really tried to enjoy life fully. After what she and her husband had been through, they never wallowed in what once was, or could have been…they were very much rooted in the here and now.
Betty was an adventurous spirit, very social, and gregarious, with a zest for living and always game for a party, for a night of rummikub or kuluki with friends, for a movie, for dancing, for theatre, the symphony, opera, ballet, live music, and travelling. She did not say no to anything.
When it came to dancing however, the tango was her favorite, to dance and to listen to.
Rummikub was the vehicle for getting together with friends, and enjoying the evening of good company and fine food (did we say she liked dessert).
Hawaii was a big favourite of hers; later after her husband passed away, Florida was a destination because her brother Lica was there along with many other Romanian friends and some relatives who had settled on the east coast. She returned to Israel a few times. Later in her 80s, she went to Portugal and Spain.
In 1989, she visited Hong Kong for 17 days where her son was then living. She took to the city with gusto and shopped the stores and markets with a veteran’s savvy. While she didn’t wield chopsticks, she was totally game for all of the local food and tried as many varieties of Chinese cuisine as was offered to her and thoroughly enjoyed the Cantonese, Swatow, Chiu Chou, Szechuan, Shanghainese, Northern, and Hunanese cuisines, along with Indian, Thai, and French. She took in classical Indian Kathakali dance, Israeli world music, and jazz…she was all over it, and that was Betty Leinburd.
Betty walked every day for at least an hour from the time she was around 50. Weather didn’t deter her, nor did the temperature, and even when visiting other cities, she needed a brisk daily walk to keep her in a good mood. She would put her head down and march off with determination and speed and was not interested in slowing her pace for the times someone accompanied her. You had to keep up or she would leave you behind.
When she was around 87, on a clear, sunny June day, she went for a walk. Something happened, she slipped and lost her footing on the sidewalk outside her home. She fell, landed on her face, and while fortunately, nothing was broken, looked like she had been in a bar brawl with a shiner and some lacerations on her face. When given a walking stick a couple of days later, to help with her balance, she looked at it, and noted that it “…was a cane…for old people, and I’m not using it.”
A few years later, Betty went for her daily walk outside on a September day, slipped and fell and broke her hip. By then, she had a caregiver with her during the week and wasn’t supposed to walk on her own over the weekends. But she did. And, of course she never, ever used that walking stick.
Tough woman that she was, she still made it out of surgery, and six weeks or so later, out of the hospital, and beat the odds of mortality after that event.
After that, her inability to have that vigorous daily walk, accelerated the onset of dementia. Yet when playing rummikub, she still corrected other players in their counting for most of the next 3 years, even though her cognitive capacity diminished.
Upon meeting Ceci, the woman Paul was dating several years ago, she immediately had to know the date planned for the wedding, even though Paul and Ceci had not yet discussed it. She knew right away that it was only a matter of time and she was right.
Her cognition may have been going, her body was not what it once was, but her appetite and her gusto never diminished to her final days. She still loved going out, even if it involved a wheelchair, having a glass of wine, and being in the company of others, usually being among the last to go home, whether from Paul and Ceci’s wedding, or a Pesach seder.
Ironically, as Betty’s dementia progressed, this very tough woman got sweeter. In her final couple of years, she was, despite her dementia, in a positive emotional state, generally content with each day’s events, and never losing her voracious appetite.
After her passing, we received many phone calls and emails from family and friends around the world, all of them women, and each noting to us how inspirational our Mom had been to them in different ways over the years.
Betty is survived by her two sons, Paul (Ceci Kaufman), Sorèl (Judy), four grandchildren, Lauren (Jeremy Levy), Cole (Kira Hayman), Jacob, and Noah, her brother in law, Joe Leinburd (Clareta), and sister in law, Liza Calman. She was predeceased by her husband Jacob, her parents, Calman and Gitel, and her brothers Eli (Evuca) and Lica (Liza). It was a long journey from the other side of the world to Winnipeg and Betty made the most of almost every day. It was a very full life. She is and will be greatly missed by many other family members and friends in Canada, the United States, and Israel.
Obituaries
MORLEY JACOBS APRIL 16, 1941 – JUNE 26, 2025
With deep reluctance to post his passing, our adored Moishe who fought to stay as long as possible, left us, in the early hours of June 26th; while his presence resides in memories, the activities he pursued in the purposeful life he lived, remain.
He never lost the use of his affable charming smile under his blue eyed gaze; an intent listener, even in his last days, who made you feel seen and heard. To be known by Morley was a privilege; to have been his friend often felt like walking with a prince of angels, when he spoke less and listened more.
Dr. J as his students over the years would tell you, he was the kind of mentor you could trust. His passion for excellence in education was intense and generous, inspiring his students with their own potential to realize a career.
A PhD in Biochemistry, Morley lectured in classes and labs at RRCC, where he connected one by one, year after year with a multitude of young people. Reaching beyond this, Morley successfully petitioned the provincial government and won the retention of the Biochemistry Department at RRCC, following which he expanded the opportunities for students on practicum in this field, through a Jobs co-operative program. In the Biology/Chemistry Departments at U of W, as the Co-op Coordinator, Morley developed the program within the province and beyond for graduate students in applied Sciences Degrees.
In subsequent years, he connected graduates of the RRCC course, who wished to continue in Biochemistry in a reciprocal agreement to earn and achieve a Bachelor Degree in Biochemistry at University.
For 13 consecutive years, between1989 to 2002, Morley served as an elected School Trustee in the Seven Oak School system. He was an educational activist working on multiple committees, knew the principals and teaching staff at each school, always searching for increasing student successand a long time proponent for Year-round Education.
Through those years, Morley attended dozens of schools, personally documenting results of their YRE programs.
Selected to serve as the chairperson on a variety of boards, including the Seven Oaks School Board, he took on each role with dedicated time, organizing, improving, and encouraging an elevated standard of public service. His days were filled well into the evenings, with volunteer work and on weekends when he decided to partner with like minded friends, he brought computer tutors and kids together with an early learning education opportunity.
Along with all of that work, Morley found time to run the Boston Marathon to raise funds for the I.L. Peretz School in 1978 was a long time member of the CIC and served as Mid-Canada AOAC President. A lifetime believer in blood donations, Morley was honored as a distinguished citizen with humanitarian recognition, for the number of donations he gave over the years. On retirement, he researched and developed a Greenhouse Nutrition project to improve food sourcing for Northern communities and in that same period, spent 8 years writing a book, he hoped would be a legacy for people to understand the biochemistry of nutrition, “The Guide: To Understanding Nutrition and the Body’s Response to Food”, which he published in 2018.
He was still busy enjoying his first years in his eighth decade, planning future trips, and long walks with whomever wanted to come along, staying fit and eating well on his early morning rise, when he would be proactively planning the day; he loved life.
He believed each day was the privilege to make choices that made a positive difference to the people you loved and the work that you did. Through all of those decades, the longest number of them, he spent as a playful guy with our adored kids and grandkids. In hundreds of family photographs, he was the playmate in any game, goofy in every dress up, airplane ride giver, stellar hide and seek player, breakfast every morning maker, unabashed Karaoke singer, and the guy you wanted when you needed someone to make things right.
Born in Portage la Prairie, the third child of Abraham and Rebecca Jacobs, in 1950, Morley
moved with his family to Winnipeg, his older siblings, brother Joe (OBM), sister Toba Isler (resides in Florida), settled in at 529 Rupertsland, where he made many lasting friendships over his lifetime. Raised with strong Jewish beliefs in an observant and caring family home, he studied at Talmud Torah, excelled at school, and acquired the foundations for community, family, honorability in character, and the value of knowledge.
Morley considered it fate that we met on his 18th birthday at a Rec-room party in 1956. Nine years later, we married at the Shaarey Zedek, on May 2nd, 1965.
Husband who treasured the miracle of us, who supported the fulfillment our mutual dreams, he was my person who stepped up in all of our critical hours, my trained Lamaze partner for the birth of our children; we were two young people, who raised each other higher as we grew older together. When we met it was instantaneous friendship and when we married, it was a bond of mutual adoration, with all of those glorious years together, sixty nine of them, whatever happened, our togetherness was a state of being that nurtured us all.
Beloved by his nieces, Pam Weinroth (Robert), Rhonda Kupfer (Sam), and nephews, Scott Jacobs (Heidi) and Mark Jacobs, for whom he was an active uncle, visiting whenever he could as they grew up and married, happily around long enough to play with their children.
Mahjong sit-in player for any game, Morley was a cribbage master, who did a daily Sudoku-chess and a cipher quiptoquote, while at the same time; he was a researcher par excellence who was able to make the most complex biochemistry understandable. Strong and agile, he was an athlete from youth, a track star and marathon runner, in high school a basketball player while through his life a huge fan of baseball and hockey, he was noted in his early teens as an avid ping pong player.
For all the years people knew him he was humble with his own notable achievements academically, but remained generous with intellectual sharing, correcting only with honorable concerns. It was his ease in praising and engaging in progressions that valued excellence, through all of his years, daily, Morley was the legacy of his smiles of confidence for others. Morley was a guy who frequented the pleasure of being forever joyous with children, and as every family pet could avow, he was the doted upon favorite.
His time here blessed everyone and everything, and we know he would hope to inspire that in others.
Etched into our collective family sharing of him, we are his memory keepers held to our own souls with enduring honor for how he conducted himself in his life, evermore: Children, Stephanie Jacobs-Lockhart and Morrison Jacobs; our son-in-law, Darwin Lockhart and daughter-in-law, Jennifer (Lisakowski) Jacobs; and our grandchildren, Jonah Samuel Lockhart, Elle Talia Lockhart, Adli Jayden Jacobs, Mazie Carolyn Jacobs, and me, Bev (Berkal) Jacobs, the woman who had the privilege of him for all of those years, nothing to mourn and everything to remember with joy.
Services were held at the Chesed Shel Emes, and the Shaarey Zedek Cemetery, officiated by Rabbi Matthew Leibl, attended by pallbearers, Morrison Jacobs, Adli Jacobs, Darwin Lockhart, Mark Makarovsky, Michael Meyers, and Mark Kogan.
Donations in memoriam may be made to a charity of your choice.
We know his spirit will continue to be a blessing for all, if there was a way his neshamah would find it; to be the valiant progenitor for a great renewal in this world, in peace, love and humanism.
Obituaries
ETTIE (EDDY) WERIER
Ettie Werier passed away in her sleep on July 25, 2025, at the Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence in Winnipeg.
She will be hugely missed by her many friends and her family. Eddy was predeceased by her husband Lawrence, her younger sister Naomi (Wolfe), her older sister Sherry (Chochinov), her parents Max and Annie and her beloved grandson Koby.
Born Ettie Rubinfield in Ustryke Dolne, Poland in 1928, Eddy arrived in Winnipeg in 1931. She spent her childhood in the North End, where her parents ran a little grocery store on Alfred Avenue. She grew up to be a beautiful young woman with a warm smile and a quick mind.
She met Lawrence Werier, the love of her life, on a train ride to Winnipeg Beach. Eddy obviously wanted adventure, otherwise she would not have chosen Lawrence to be her beloved husband of more than 75 years, because he was always unconventional, but somehow this fit her perfectly. They were married in 1949 and started a family in 1952. While raising three children in River Heights, Eddy often travelled the world with Lawrence, visiting countless out-of-the-way beaches and dozens of countries.
Eddy had a quiet charisma. Maybe it was the mischievous sparkle in her eye or some droll bit of storytelling but all were attracted to her goodness, kindness and wit. Eddy was known for her intelligence, competitive spirit, and love for her family. She was an accomplished bridge player, and whether competing online or with her “bridge ladies,” she played to win, even on her last day. She was never an athlete, but at the age of 50 she took up tennis and became a force to be reckoned with until she retired her racket due to bad knees at the age of 85.
Eddy spent the last few years of her life enjoying the community at the Shaftesbury Residence and developed a strong and loving relationship with her companion and caregiver Tess Braun who is grieving the loss alongside the family, including Eddy’s surviving brother Jack Rubinfield. The family will especially miss the generous love and support she gave her children Kerry, Clifford and Jodie and their life partners Suzanne, Sabrina and Michael, and her grandchildren, Cynthia, Alex and Koby. Whether chatting with Grandma on Facetime or hugging her in her Shaftesbury suite, her family treasured the moments when we could come together in Winnipeg and bask in her smile. If you feel inclined to make a donation in Eddy’s memory, please choose a charity of your choice.
Obituaries
Dr. VELIMIR KON B.Sc., B.Ed., M.Sc., Ph.D. September 18, 1950-June 27, 2025
It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Dr. Velimir Kon, or Shlomo, beloved husband of Branka and father of Deborah and Lea. Velimir was an accomplished teacher and academic, and he was renowned for his intellectualism, humility and humanity.
A gentle soul who was always sociable and who genuinely loved people, Velimir was equally at home in the university classroom as a professor and as a secondary school Biology, Chemistry and Math teacher in Northern Ontario (Big Trout Lake) and Manitoba (God’s River, Berens River). Velimir made a difference to many First Nations students throughout a career that spanned decades. He was dedicated to his students, colleagues and family. An adept and talented pianist, Velimir enjoyed the arts and of course Jewish humour. He was an avid shul goer and supporter of Israel and enjoyed his duties in shul as a Kohayn. Velimir was a man of faith who was able to fuse his love of science and Judaism.
Born in Croatia, Europe (the former Yugoslavia) to Shoah survivors Rose (Rochel, ne Lederer) and Arnold Kon (Ariel), Velimir immigrated to Canada with his wife and girls in 1988, making many personal sacrifices along the way to ensure a peaceful and safe life for his family. Adaptability and optimism characterized Velimir. Known for his heart of gold, Velimir touched the lives of all who had the privilege of knowing him. A love of Jewish values, family values and life-long learning and education characterized Velimir. With his charming, outgoing and friendly personality, Velimir welcomed everyone into his life and into our home.
His kindness, humour, generosity and goodness will be deeply missed by his family and friends in Winnipeg, Victoria, B.C., Guelph, ON, Osijek, Croatia, Belgrade, Serbia, Los Angeles and Boston, U.S.A., and Israel, Jerusalem, Haifa and Karmiel. Baruch Dayan Haemet.
A traditional funeral was held on June 30, 2025 at the Hebrew Sick Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations can still be made to Chabad Lubavitch of Winnipeg, B’nai Brith or the JNF.
Velimir will be forever missed and cherished by Branka, Deborah and Lea.