Obituaries
HARVEY I. POLLOCK, K.C.
Harvey was engrained prairie Manitoban, distinctly north end/ south end Winnipeg urban, and Whiteshell Canadian Shield strong. Each day he awaited sunrise to swing out of bed, activate his personality and engage in the enterprise he knew best: living his life. He loved his life; a gift. And he lived each day as if it were his last. Vibrant and enthusiastic, nothing about Harvey’s youthful 89-year presence was limited nor unadventurous. He never retired; he never unretired. He planned to be in his law office for Monday morning faceoff. But on Sunday, February 5, 2023, that old Yiddish adage “Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht”, Man plans and God laughs, knocked. He was a good man deserving a painless peaceful passage in the comfort of his bed. Receiving a gentle kiss from God, he was gone.
This fourth child of Russian Jewish escapee immigrants was born April 10, 1933, at St. Joseph’s Hospital on Salter Street in Winnipeg. He was raised in Bethany, a child of the prairie, picking rocks off fields, bouncing uncontrollably on the metal tractor seat, absorbing blond wheatfields in the blue and fire open sky horizon. He attended country school. He loved his horse, Barney. He observed commerce, his father peddling eggs, furs and seneca root and marketing cattle and hogs. A country store was purchased as well as land to farm.
On February 5, 1944, while his father stayed behind to continue the cattle business and farming, the rest of the Pollock family relocated to north end Winnipeg. Better educational opportunities awaited. Harvey became a student at Machray School and St. John’s Tech. He was fun, active, with no mean spirit. Respect for teachers and authority figures was a life-long transmitted value. His currency was respect. He was invited into the “Trojans” club at the YMHA and made meaningful enduring friendships.
During university, Harvey worked the trains as a sleeping car conductor for CPR, Winnipeg to Calgary. He banked his cheques, spent his tips. Upon finishing his return route, he would hop the train and whistle the rails to Regina where he courted his soulmate, Sylvia Friedman, marrying on December 28, 1954.Their life together was a love story.
Having graduated from the University of Manitoba Law School in 1957, receiving his call to the Bar in 1958, Harvey served as counsel to the Children’s Aid Society of Winnipeg, worked for Hart Green Sr. and Jr., and opened his own firm in 1960. Harvey and Sylvia opened their home to unwed pregnant teenagers. Harvey found loving homes for beautiful babies. For years, Harvey drove Highway 1 west to Portage la Prairie, Thursdays at the Greenberg law firm. In the early 1960s, representing a client charged with Murder 1, thirty-something Harvey during cross examination extracted a compulsion in the chief witness to admit to the murder. A moment better than Perry Mason as this real-life client would have been executed.
In the 1960s and 1970s, the Manitoba Indian Brotherhood identified Harvey to champion the legal rights of First Nation Peoples. He was a legal pioneer acting resolutely in countless matters, empathetically with a view to creating meaningful change for coming generations. Talmudic justice coursed through Harvey’s belief system. Wrongs were to be righted and constitutional challenges governing hunting and fishing were now in the courts. Harvey was appointed Queen’s Counsel in 1970, designated now as King’s Counsel. In 1971 Harvey had the great privilege of being made an Honourary Chief of all First Nations Bands in Manitoba. He was given and proudly received the name, “Si-Naki-Tonem”, he who interprets difficult meanings.
Access to justice was Harvey’s calling card. When J.J. Harper was shot and killed on March 9, 1988, his brother-in-law Harry Wood said, “Get me Harvey”. The Wasagamac Community had its warrior and to war went Harvey. Five words of which he knew the answer, “Did you fingerprint the gun?” set off his firestorm of representation as he cut through complexities in the wild jungle of cover-up and thereafter suffered personal victimization by police personalities seeking revenge for his excellence. He became a media darling. Inquest, Aboriginal Inquiry, civil lawsuit, LERA prosecution, Hugh’s Commission. Perseverance, fortitude, stomach. A book was spawned, “The Shooting Death of JJ Harper” and a television movie where he was prominent lawyer protagonist. The authorities who had attacked him suffered well-deserved criticism. He was “Tuffy”, true to his grade 9 nickname.
For six decades the courtroom was Harvey’s workshop. He was guided by a moral and professional compass. He came home for six o’clock dinner at 427 Boreham Blvd., conveyed material facts and circumstances of cases, and sought ‘learned opinions’ from his school-age children. He was setting the table for the future of his firm. Following dinner, he ritually rested, kissed and hugged his bride, and then returned to his command center to type his own documents and prepare for the next day’s court appearance.
Harvey was a litigator who genuinely cared about his clients. He made time for everyone regardless station in life. He was a centrist thinker. From a silver tongue his word was golden. A handshake was his professional passport. He maintained a profound respect for the courts, judges, law society, colleagues, and the police. He believed in law, order, and civility.
He was dapper in 3-piece suits, Dack shoes, at times topped by fedora. As part of his dapper, he used fountain pens and a blotter to sign letters and documents. Old school. He wore through dictaphones and tapes. He enjoyed having teeming thoughts recorded shorthand but as time travelled digital, he modified; the personal computer, voice activated dictation, iPad and iPhone becoming his techno-frenemies.
Harvey possessed a unique musical talent, his whistling. His instrument was a high pallet and controlled swirl of wind beckoned from unblemished lungs, tunneled through pursed lips. Perfect pitch in the pasture to an audience of cows, on the farm roads, in the school yard, on the streets of north end Winnipeg. Before hitting it big, with Romeo Champagne, he formed the Lipsomaniacs and performed while in university. Harvey practiced until his lips were chapped. Classical music was his acoustic comfort. In 1977 he won the first World’s Whistling Competition in Carson City, Nevada. That accomplishment led to the National Film Board production, “It’s A Hobby For Harvey” and thirty years later, “The Whistling Lawyer” (https://vimeo.com/63325043), and an album. Whistling also led Tuffy to some film work, television appearances, performances with the Winnipeg, Toronto and Bismarck Symphony Orchestras, and countless Manitoba small town fairs and variety shows. But the pinnacle moment in Harvey’s musical career came in 2003 when he had the privilege to guest conduct the WSO in full performance at an evening in his honour.
Harvey was a proud member of his Judaic Tribe. He was complex, skeptical of the address to whom he prayed. When asking his own father at a young age if he believed in a higher being the retort of wisdom came: “It couldn’t hurt.” But Harvey did hurt; on November 13, 1982 losing his 22-year-old son to a drunk driver, on November 30, 2009, losing his 54-year-old daughter and on August 31, 2011, his beloved wife. Work was his medicine. Family, friendships, the collegiality of the legal profession buoyed him from potential crumpling. Harvey was resilient, granite strong.
Sylvia and Harvey were fun; a healthy social circle of friends, they lived, danced, and attended myriad life cycle events. Together they attended the symphony, opera, and theatre. With children, Karyn, Martin and Nathan, memorable summers were Manitoba lived, Falcon Lake and West Hawk Lake. Yard work at his summer cottage, horseback riding, tennis, golf, reading, playing cards, perfecting barbequing skills, operating his twin engine power catamaran, and socializing punctuated time away from legal service.
Harvey was a functional diner, fuel to power his plant. Whatever the dish, be it Chinese or Italian cuisine, grilled rack of lamb, hamburgers,
or a Saturday schmaltz herring out of the barrel, his afterburn was the omnipotent proclamation, “this is the best… ever”.
For Harvey, being a loving, good, and responsible husband and father, devoted son, brother, in-law, cousin, uncle, and friend were deep in his DNA. He was proud to be a Pollock and a Friedman by proxy. His lifelong friendships were rich, cultured, and true.
In mourning are: son, Martin Pollock (Lori Hunter), son-in-law Daniel Globerman (Diane Ducas), brother Gordon Pollock, sister Cecile Kowall’ (Monte), grandsons Ethan, Jesse and Jayden Pollock, grandsons Adam (Dobrochna) and Noah (Samantha) Globerman, granddaughter Simmie Globerman (Kevin Minuk). Harvey was blessed to have great-grandchildren and will be missed by Saul, Mila, Kara, Max, and Sonny. Harvey also leaves to mourn sisters-in-law Pearl Kredentser and Lynne Pollock (Mischa). Harvey was predeceased by sister Myra Kravetsky and brother Mischa, brothers-in-law Lloyd Friedman (Lola), and Sam Friedman (Jean), sisters-in-law Faye Wasel (Harry), and Mimi Pollock.
Funeral services were held at the Chesed Shel Emes on Thursday, February 9, 2023, Rabbi Anibal Mass officiating, the Last Brief delivered by Martin followed by Jayden’s tribute on behalf of the grandchildren. The mitzvah of casket escort was performed by Zaida Harvey’s grandchildren. Interment occurred at Shaarey Zedek Cemetery.
To those who congregated at the funeral service, to those who attended online and to those who have reached out by email, text messaging, voicemail and by other means, Harvey’s family thank you for your support. The family also extends gratitude to Estelle Raber of Shaarey Zedek, and to Rena Boroditsky and Sheldon Kaminsky of Chesed Shel Emes, and the Shaarey Zedek Cemetery workers who, with dignity and caution, assisted the family tucking in the blanket of earth for eternal rest.
Donations may be made to a charity of choice.
Obituaries
MYRNA RABER
June 29, 1936 – May 24, 2025
Myrna Raber passed away on May 24th 2025, the 26th of Iyar, 5785, with family by her side, just a month before her 89th birthday. She was born June 29th 1936 in Winnipeg, where she was raised and lived her entire life.
She was the Matriarch of our family, with 10 grandchildren (and their spouses and significant others) and 3 great-grandchildren, who were the ‘apple of her eye’: Mark and Samantha, Daniel and Diana, Jonathan, Benjamin and Jessica, Joshua, Rachel and Eric, Arielle and Daniel, Matthew and Rachel, Megan and Ariel, and Mika and great-grandchildren: Ethan, Jacob and Isaac.
Myrna was a devoted and loving daughter, sister, wife, mother, Baba and Great-Baba, aunt, and cousin. Her parents, Fanny and Murray Golden(z”l), raised her with love and worked tirelessly to make a better life for her, and instilled in her the importance of family, lessons she passed on to her children and grandchildren.
In high school, at the Jewish Youth Club, Habonim, Mom met the love of her life, a skinny savant with an odd sense of humor whose mission was Tikkun Olam, the original “Mr. Fix-it”, our Dad, Monte(z”l). They were married on June 9th 1957, at an elegant affair at the Herzlia Synagogue, on a rainy day with the aisle romantically lit by candle-light. Once Myrna joined the Raber family, she always treated her in-laws, Marcia and Aron (Harry) Raber(z”l), as she did her own parents, with the utmost love, respect and care. She was a little sister to Ruth (Joe)(z”l), with whom she was extremely close, and she became and remained very close to her sister-in-laws Leah(z”l) and Carol (Arnold), and all their families throughout her life.
Our Mother’s and Father’s was a traditional marriage: our dad worked hard outside the home, and our mom supported him, and worked hard inside the home. They set out to start and raise a family and built a new home on Coralberry Avenue, in the brand-new development community of Garden City in the North End, where they made new life-long friendships. There, Mom and Dad raised 3 strong independent children, Avis (Ari z”l), Eileen and Earl, with deep roots in Yiddishkeit and Jewish values, and led by example how to raise our own children, and the importance of family. On top of her work at home, Mom did volunteer work with the National Council of Jewish Women, including in-school Audiology testing and Play Reading in high schools.
At home Mom was a Balabusta. She was a skilled cook and baker and ran a tight and clean ship, being supremely organized. Our Mom took great pride in her family, and in creating a warm and loving Yiddishkeit home for us. She hosted regular Friday Shabbat dinners with Babas and Zaidas Golden and Raber and countless family birthdays, holidays, Seders and Simchas were celebrated with the Golden, Raber, Kettner, Weinberg and Shapiro families. All our cousins and friends were always welcome, and the fridge was always full and over-flowing. She was always there for us. That is how we remember her: working hard, cooking over a hot stove, her sleeves rolled up, her apron on. She was strict, but she spoiled us, especially with our favorite recipes and birthday cakes. Her kamish, rolly-polly and apple cakes were legendary!
Mom was also a good sport, and agreed, against her better judgement, to let our Dad live out his dream of long adventurous family road trips and camping vacations all across North America, which was NOT her style.
Mom had a special ‘presence’, and you knew when she walked into a room. She paid very close attention to her appearance, and all our presentation, and always dressed gracefully and elegantly, like a queen.
Over the years Mom and Dad travelled to Israel, Europe, the Orient (Hong Kong and Japan) and even South America. The last several years together our parents also enjoyed wintering in Palm Springs, where they made many new friends. In later years, our parents moved to their Lanark Street home, closer to their daughters’ Avis and Eileen and their Winnipeg grandchildren who they saw frequently, sometimes just for a drop in or lunch. They made regular trips out to Calgary to visit Earl and his children, for the holidays and sometimes just for a school performance or sports event. Mom did not want to miss ANYTHING, if it involved her grandchildren.
Our mom was a very social person. She always had many and different groups of friends and enjoyed her walks and coffee ‘with the girls’, movies and book club, Rady Centrę exercise classes, and the opera and ballet, especially if it was with her daughters. She loved to meet new people, and make new friends. And she loved to talk. Boy, did she love to talk! Everyone we’ve met seems to have an ‘I just met Myrna Story’. Legend has it, that in her Graduating High School Year Book, Myrna Golden’s caption read: Silence is Golden; Myrna is NOT.
Myrna was not shy. She spoke her mind, and with our Dad fostered independence in her children and grandchildren. She offered her wisdom and advice to us, and to many others, solicited, and un-solicited. “Make sure you work hard” was one of her favorite counsels… “but not too hard”! Our Mom had a special and unique relationship with each and every grandchild, taking great interest in all their activities, friends and achievements. She loved a good joke, and in later years she had fun teaching her grandchildren Yiddish.
The last few years, especially following our dad’s un-timely passing, were very hard for our mom, forcing her to face difficult challenges alone, but she persevered, and she made a new life for herself and new friends at the Shaftesbury and the Simkin Centre. She struggled sometimes with her health and her memory, and yet at other times she was sharp as a tack. Over time, one thing never wavered: Mom’s immense love for her family, her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They were ALWAYS top of mind for her, and she literally lit up when they walked into her room.
Myrna was dedicated, proud and fiercely protective of her family. We are the luckiest family in the whole world to have had her and Dad as our parents, role models, life mentors and protectors. Myrna’s passing is so devastating for us, but we are glad that she is not suffering, and we are happy that she is re-united with the love of her life, her life-partner for almost 65 years of marriage, her Mottel. We are comforted as we realize how very blessed we have been to have had her in our lives, and our children’s lives for so long.
Myrna Raber had a life well lived and loved. She had such a wonderful smile and laugh, and taught us so very much, especially about the importance of Yiddishkeit, community, love and FAMILY, which we will always cherish and never forget.
A graveside funeral service was held at Shaarey Zedek Cemetery May 26, 2025. Pallbearers were her grandchildren, Mark, Daniel, Jonathan, Benjamin, Rachel, and Arielle, with honorary pallbearers, Joshua, Matthew, Megan and Mika.
For all who provided messages of condolence, calls, meals and support to the family, we gratefully thank you.
For those who wish to honor the memory and legacy of Myrna Raber, a donation may be made to The Monte and Myrna Raber Fund at the Jewish Foundation of Manitoba, www.jewishfoundation.org (204) 477-7520.
Obituaries
DONALD (DON) BASS
1938-2025
It is with profound sadness that we announce the sudden passing of Donald (Don) Bass on May 14, 2025.
Don is survived by his partner of 25 years Darlene, children, Eileen Fortin (Tim) and Hartley Bass, stepchildren Pyper (Jesse) and Palmer and sister Lynda. He was also a beloved grandfather to Kelsey and Taylor and Zaidie to Rooney and Lux.
Don was predeceased by his parents Abe and Gloria Bass and by his son Jonathon.
Don was born in Fort William, Ontario in 1938. He came to Winnipeg to attend university but ultimately made his mark operating Dutchmaid Ice Cream, including manufacturing ice cream for dairies across Western Canada gaining him the title of “Emperor of Ice Cream”.
During and after operating Dutchmaid, Don also managed rental properties in and around the Osborne Village.
Don was more than an entrepreneur and an astute businessman; he was a man of decency, generosity, integrity and compassion. He treated everyone he met with respect, offering help in any way he could.
Don was also known for his sarcasm and sense of humour earning him the added title of “Real Character”.
Don loved family, he loved people, and he loved his annual trips to South Florida.
Funeral and burial were held on May 20 at Shaarey Zedek Cemetery with the Meal of Condolence at Temple Shalom.
Donations can be made to the General Fund at Temple Shalom or to the Gloria and Abe Bass Fund at the Jewish Foundation of Manitoba.
May Don’s memory be a blessing.
Obituaries
Clarice Yentel Shell (Marantz) May 7, 1927 – May 13, 2025
Surrounded by family, our beloved Mom and Baba said goodbye at age 98. She is survived by her son Barry, and daughters Miriam and Ruth, her daughter-in-law Dorinda Neave, grandchildren Davina and Sam (Elisha) and great grandchildren, Benjamin and Rose.
Clarice, known as “Cal” was the last of her generation to leave us. She was predeceased by her parents Joe and Razel Marantz, brothers Chip (Shirley) and Basie (Shirley) and her brothers and sisters-in-law in the Shell family, Hymie (Kay), Pauline (Sam Zinman ) and Bill (Ruth). She was also predeceased by her loving husband of 54 years, Ben Shell and her son in law, Harry Sumner.
Born in Winnipeg, Cal was a trail blazer her entire life. She had numerous volunteer and professional achievements. One of her legacies was her ground breaking research to earn her Masters degree in Social Work in 1966. This led to Cal joining the Faculty of Social Work at the University of Manitoba where she made enduring changes to the core curriculum during her 15-year career.
Alongside her enormous contributions to the community, Cal was devoted to her large extended family. This was evidenced by her attendance at the weekly zooms and every major family event including her last visit to Winnipeg at age 97 for a very special Bat Mitzvah. She was a role model, a mentor, and a confidant to many. A skilled listener, Cal had an uncanny way of engaging others. She spoke her truth, helping to make changes and get things done. Cal knew the names and relations of the entire Shell and Marantz extended families and instead of counting sheep, she would often lie there recalling every single name, in every generation, all around the world, until she fell asleep. Her commitment to staying connected will always be remembered as one of her finest gifts.
In 2015, at age 88 Cal moved to Vancouver to be closer to her immediate family members. We thank the amazing staff and her friends at Legacy Senior Living who helped make the last 10 years of mom‘s life rich and full. We would also like to thank Dr. Alex Lecky for his years of excellent care, Colleen Riley and the gifted medical team at Vancouver General Hospital, who made her comfortable in her last days.
Cal was a remarkable person who lived a remarkable life. She will be dearly missed by the many people whose lives she touched.
Donations can be made to the Alzheimer’s Society of Manitoba, of which she was a founding member, or the Cal Shell‘s Endowment Fund at the Jewish Foundation of Manitoba. More details about Cal’s life can be found on her Book of Life page
https://bookoflife.jewishfoundation.org/ebol-donors/clarice-cal-shell
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