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DINA GRANOVE (née WEISZNER) April 26, 1952 – January 1, 2023

Dina passed away unexpectedly, yet peacefully on January 1st, 2023, at the age of 70 with her beloved Bruce by her side. In a moment, she was gone.
Dina is survived by her loving husband Bruce, her daughter Morissa (Laurie McCreery), and her cherished Ssister Mimi (Earl Singer). Dina also leaves behind her auntie Tova, cousins, sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, nieces, nephews, great-nieces, great-nephews, friends, colleagues, students, and countless loved ones that will all miss her warm smile and extra-special hugs.
Dina was born in Israel on April 26th, 1952 to Moishe and Etta Weiszner (nee Kahan). Moishe and Etta knew each other from before the war, reconnected in Oradea after the liberation of the Holocaust, and on July 14, 1946 they were married. They welcomed their first daughter together, Mimi (Frieda) on June 25, 1947 before emigrating from Romania to seek a better life in Israel in August of 1950. Life there was not easy in those early years of Israel’s independence, but they had their faith and their freedom, and on April 26, 1952 in Haifa, their second daughter, Dina was born. Moishe, Etta, Mimi, and Dina immigrated to Canada on November 24, 1952 and settled in Winnipeg where they began their life anew. Although they began with practically no monetary treasures, they were very rich with priceless treasures: their freedom, their deep connection to the Jewish faith, their religion and traditions, their love and devotion to each other and their family, their skills, ambition, and the determination to make a good life.
Moishe and Etta succeeded and exceeded their goals. They made a great home, family, friends, and life which could be felt in the respect flowing out to and in from everyone they encountered. Dina was a testament to their love and devotion, and that same love and devotion continues to ripple out through each of us who knew her and loved her. We are better for having known her. The world is better, simply because she was.
Dina and her sister Mimi were steeped in rich traditions and meaningful practices that continue to be passed down from generation to generation to this day. Her love of family and appreciation for life made Dina a beacon of light to all she encountered. Whether you were looking to share a laugh or simply needed a little extra love, she was unconditionally there. To see ourselves through Dina’s eyes was one of the greatest gifts that life could offer. She saw the best in us, and she believed in us wholeheartedly – even when we struggled to do the same for ourselves.
Here are a few words that her beloved friend and mentor, Cantor Tracy Kasner, lovingly wrote in Dina’s eulogy, just as Dina’d requested – “for some day”:
Dina appreciated how things looked without being vain. She valued her surroundings without being materialistic. Most of all, and above anything else, she embraced thoughts and people with tenacity, wonder, and pure love. She could bounce around an idea for hours and analyze. Most fascinating was how she would hold on to an idea and let it grow, and she wanted to inspire others to do the same… to want to also make the world better, even if only to improve one thing. Her persistence was sometimes exhausting, until you realized you were in the embrace of a woman who felt that (true to her Hebrew name, Dina, translating to mean “judgement”) critical thinking and evaluation were the ultimate ways to show our appreciation of life. Every moment mattered to her, from the way a synagogue ebulletin looked, to major social justice scenarios.
Nothing was mundane – and especially not anything to do with the goings on of Bruce, Morissa, and Laurie. After 48 years of marriage to Bruce (following a marriage proposal that began with “Hey Dina. Take a look in the glove box.” because he thought it was so romantic) I am flooded by the memory of her words that she “knows how lucky she is to have such a good one in Bruce”, and then the ultimate gift: “A teacher for the teacher” – her daughter Morissa, about whom she would say, gave her the most profound lessons in life… perhaps unknowingly as a child, and in her adult life, knowingly – as her best friend. And Dina’s love continued to grow as she got to know her daughter-in-law Laurie, whom she and Bruce consider another daughter in every way. Laurie’s love for, and devotion to Morissa was amongst the greatest gifts and joys of Dina’s life. Their birthdays being only two days apart, Dina and Laurie shared an extra-special bond and many Taurus traits that they loved to joke about together. Their love transcended bloodlines and embodied the true meaning of family.
I am sure that many of you have a Dina story that reflects what it felt like to be welcomed by her… embraced by her. Like family, you belonged with her. This all makes me think of our sanctuary here at Etz Chayim Synagogue where Dina was a fixture in both her presence and her leadership. She was in synagogue often, and in this regard, she was a woman of predictability. She had her favorite spots and her famous facial expressions: The face that came with the pure joy of t’fillah and learning, and then the one for mindless chatter (or any noise whatsoever), other than the words of Rabbi Kliel or the sound of prayer. She had been synagogue President, was a devoted fellow congregant, a friend, and family to anyone finding themselves alone and without a place of belonging. Whether in life or at the high holidays, she and Bruce welcomed people into their world and home, openly, and without question. A great example of this could be found in recent years as they shared their home with “Cousin Arnie,” which continues to be a blessing in disguise to this very day. Dina didn’t just love sharing her home (and kitchen) with Arnie, she insisted he give at least six months’ notice should he ever decide to move out. He and his loved ones were a welcome addition to daily life. Once again, with Dina, everyone simply belonged without question.
Even before she retired and found herself embedded into the fabric of her synagogue, the magic of Dina was a gift to her students and peers in Adult Education. As a teacher she worked to bring out the love of learning in everyone around her. She taught so much more than math and focused on what is necessary to succeed. As Department Head she worked to make the quality of education more important than the politics of our education system. The relationships she forged and maintained with her colleagues, and even some students, lived on until the day of her sudden passing.
Dina had a great appreciation for anyone with a flair for artistic expression, mathematics, a good Yiddish curse, or a great pair of glasses. These all got an extra-special endorsement from Dina. She saw what people were capable of, and she valued people reaching for their potential in every way. All you had to do was ask and she was there in support. Whether with money, time, or her energy, she helped with editing, or cooking, or baking, and just generally showing up in any way that was required. She loved to find ways to connect and be helpful, which was most evident in her beloved role as “Auntie Dina” over the years. This was clearest in her greatest routine joy of picking up her Great-Nephew Ethan and Great-Niece Annie from school each week, simply to hang out, catch up, and help with their homework if needed.
Everyone and everything mattered to her. I wish for all of us that this could be the lesson we take from her life as a bold response to her leaving this world – in our minds: too soon, too quickly. I imagine she would still reflect on her days and tell you how lucky she was to have known you and to have spent any time in this world – and I think that is her greatest lesson. Tishi nishmatah tsrurah btzur Chayim – may her soul be bound up in the bond of life, may she forever rest in peace, and we can all say, amen.]
Thank you, Tracy, for capturing my Mom’s life and spirit so beautifully. Thank you for the connection you shared, and for helping us all to reflect on her life and remember her true essence.
Dina literally left us all a final message the day before her passing – a mass email sent December 31st, 2022 that simply stated: “We feel so blessed that you are in our lives…. Love, Dina and Bruce.” – along with an attached image that said: “Enjoy the next chapter. May you be proud of the work you have done, the person you are, and the difference you have made.”
In lieu of flowers and gifts, we ask you to please consider a donation to support the Etz Chayim Synagogue. Dina was deeply invested in the preservation and growth of Jewish Living and in the opportunity for every one of every faith to have a safe space of belonging, always. This synagogue and community have served as a healing home away from home for her and our family in every way. She was so excited for the future of the new Etz Chayim, and in light of the exciting plans for a new location that were recently announced, donations for Dina will be used to help fund a special legacy project to support the continued growth of her beloved sanctuary in her absence.
Donations can be made online at
https://www.congregationetzchayim.ca/ or by calling the synagogue office at (204) 589-6305.
In closing, we would like to take this opportunity to say thank you for the incredible outpouring of support in the form of donations, meals, and love that have already been received over the past month in honor of Dina. We are deeply grateful.

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BRENLEE WERNER

Brenlee was born on August 30, 1935 and died December 11, 2024.

Brenlee, so named as family legend has it, because her mother, Sarah Brotman wanted Brenda and her father, Ernest Brotman, wanted Leah, and so the original Brenlee was born. She grew up at 55 Bannerman the oldest of three extraordinary daughters including Caroline and Bonnie the youngest. Brenlee, the beautiful and talented 17-year-old, was spotted by a dashing neighbour, the handsome Nate Werner, and a lifelong love story was born. He said “I’m going to marry that girl” when spotted walking with her father. And he did.

She enrolled in the University of Manitoba Faculty of Architecture, in Interior Design and was crowned university Freshie Queen at a gala event. She was renowned for her beauty and style. When she moved to New York where Nate had his ophthalmology residency, she completed her design degree at the Pratt Institute.

Brenlee and Nate travelled the world together, well before such journeys were popular; to Japan, to Europe and to Israel after the six-day war. So began their dedication to Israel, and her drive to move her family there for a sabbatical year in 1972. They were constant companions, on winter vacations in Palm Springs and in the summer at Falcon Lake.

Brenlee was a determined feminist who always worked outside the home at a time when this was not the norm. She had a passion for business. She became a Real Estate Broker and Developer. It was her Highgate Project where she was really a trailblazer: the first in Winnipeg to renovate a heritage building into condos. She also developed Banbury Court, Crescent Court and Bonaventure Village. She was a consummate professional respected by contractors, engineers and the architects with whom she worked. She was the property manager of the Western Canada Lottery Building for 25 years where she was a tough lease negotiator, dedicated to her tenants’ concerns.

Brenlee had a great zest for life: she was a healthy lifestyle personified. Some days she could hardly be seen behind the piles of newspapers, New Yorker magazines, the Globe and the Winnipeg Free Press. She loved intellectual pursuits, and was an avid reader. She was intelligent and kind.

She was very proud of her daughters, Janet and Shelley, and supported them both in their careers. Shelley, also an interior designer shared an office with her for many years which allowed them to collaborate easily on business projects. She supported Janet’s pursuit of fine art and helped facilitate her years of education in Baltimore and at Yale. She took great pleasure in giving visitors a tour of her apartment, showing her mother’s and Janet’s paintings and books.

With her grandsons, her playful spirit came out, whether baking with Lewis or dancing in the kitchen with Jonah she had the gift of being really present when she was with you. She saw you and knew just what you needed from her. She had more energy than all of us combined. She was a bright shining star, our touchstone, and the heart of our family.

She will be forever missed by daughters Janet and partner Adrian Norvid, Shelley and husband Michael Draycott, grandsons Lewis Robinovitch and wife Robyn Cambruzzi, Jonah Simmonds and great-grandson Zev Robinovitch.

The funeral was held Friday, December 13, 2024, at the Chesed Shel Emes. Thanks to Rabbi Matthew Leibl who led the service and gave a fitting tribute to Brenlee.

The family gives thanks to Brenlee’s caregivers for their love and for making her a part of their families: Lhyn Vinan, Melisa Caluza, Ellen May Bautista, Edna Maula and Leo Policarpio. Special thanks to Isabel Vieira who worked with her for over 20 years.

Donations may be made in Brenlee’s honour to JCFS (Jewish Child and Family Services) 204-477-7430.

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RIVA-LEE MCWILLIAM

It is with broken hearts we share the passing of our beloved Mom, Wife and Baba, Riva Lee McWilliam (Rudelier), suddenly, after a difficult year of health challenges. Survived by her loving husband, Scott, her absolute other half, high school sweethearts of 56 years, and married 47 years, and her three daughters, Beth Jacob (Jonathan), Rachel and Megan, and grandsons Kiva and Shale Jacob. She is also survived by her sister Rashi (Harold) and brother Nelson as well as nieces and nephews, and great-nieces and nephews plus the extended McWilliam family and her adoring crew of close girlfriends. As a young woman, Riva lost her own mother and father Ray and Meyer Rudelier, too soon.

Riva was born February 3, 1954. She would tell you she was “born in St Boniface” but really, she came from the North End of Winnipeg. The baby of her family, and the apple of her dad’s eye. During her childhood, her family migrated south to Montrose Street. She attended Herzlia for a year before Montrose School and Grant Park. In those years, that crew of close girlfriends established and grew tight-knit and remained that way all her life. In 1968 Scott moved in across the street. Riva was a beautiful hippy with the most beautiful hair, and so she naturally caught his attention- the actual boy next door. He waved at her through the window, and the rest is history.

She went to university and earned a degree in social work, followed by a brief career in the field before she married Scott and had their first daughter, Beth, followed by Rachel. From the time she became a mother, her daughters were the permanent centres of her universe. She made Beth and Rachel the happiest sisters ever when she gave birth to a giant bundle of joy, Megan. She drove a million carpools, took daughters to million lessons, asked a million questions, ran a million errands, and made a million meals. She took us out for a million ice cream cones in the summer, and a million more beach days to escape the city heat. She was the ultimate caretaker, Riva’s absolute purpose in this life was to be a mother to all those she loved.

Scott and Riva opened a store together in the early aughts, an exciting venture to take as a couple, albeit short-lived. She went back to work at Canadian Footwear and worked faithfully there in the Foot Health Centre for over 20 years.

She stood by her beshert- her intended- Scott though thick and thin. Riva was an unshakeable matriarch. Steadfast in her devotion to support her family through sickness and health, richer and poorer, better or worse. She weathered every storm with an impossible strength. Later in life, she reached out to offer support and understanding to other families struggling through many of the same challenges we’ve faced. She rooted her family in a foundation of profound love and commitment, and we honour her by putting those values first in everything.

In Riva’s memory we ask that any donations be directed to Jewish Child and Family Services, earmarked for addictions and mental health support, or to Manitoba Underdogs Rescue, that brought Kuma into her life.

“To love another person

is to see the face of god.”

This is the kind of love that Mom, in her way, gave tirelessly to her world.

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SID SCHWARTZMAN

We lost our dear father and grandfather on Thursday December 19, 2024. Sid passed away peacefully with his daughter by his side. Born on July 31, 1930, in Winnipeg, Sid was the son of Luis and Anne Schwartzman and brother to Herb Schwartzman. Sid lived a long and fulfilling life, devoted to his family, friends, and community.
He leaves to mourn, his children, Lisa (Joel) and Neil (Gina), and Grandsons, Noah and Eli, plus his many friends.
Sid was blessed with an outgoing personality, and he exuded spirit, humor, loyalty, and honesty. Sid had a great passion for delicatessens. He loved a corned beef sandwich, party sandwiches, a butter tart, and a “nice fruit cup.” He was the first to take you to a hole in the wall for a great burger or hot dog. Then top it all off with an ice cream cone from McDonalds.
Sid graduated from St. Johns high school and subsequently started a career in sales. Sid spent 30 years as a sales manager for Richlu manufacturing. Sid loved working and was very lucky to find meaning and purpose there. Sid retired at the age of 87 which was a difficult but reasonable choice
It was through his career in sales that he met Marsha. After a short courtship, they fell in love and married. They greatly enjoyed their lives together and spent their time going to the theatre, symphony, travelling, and spending time with their many wonderful friends. They were married for 50 years.
Sid will be dearly missed, but his legacy of love, kindness, and humor will live on in the hearts of all who knew him.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Marsha Schwartzman Endowment Fund at the Jewish Foundation of Manitoba.
A funeral will be held graveside at Sharrey Zedek cemetery at 11am on Sunday, Decmeber 22.

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