Obituaries
MONTE NATHANSON February 24, 1931 – June 15, 2024
We are heartbroken by our father’s death. Monte is survived by June, his wife of nearly 70 years; his kids, Sherryl, Gail (Warren), and Janice (Joel); his grandchildren, Ashley, Julie, Amy (Zach), Lindsay (Mathew), Jonathan and Kate; and his great-grandchildren, Mia, Hannah, Benji, Jake and Noah. Nothing made him happier than the entrance of the latest baby.
Monte was born to Ida and Max Nathanson in the North End of Winnipeg. He arrived on the scene late, 12 years after his brother Sidney and nine years after Cecil. Their house on O’Meara St. was a centre of cultural life where Yiddish writers, artists, actors and thinkers from everywhere gathered, talked, performed and ate (of course).
Monte’s young life was much a lot like other kids in the neighborhood: Peretz school, then St. John’s Tech, then the University of Manitoba. But our dad’s kindness stood out even as a young boy. Cecil was deaf and back then there was no technology. So, every week, Monte took his brother to the movies and signed the dialogue for him. He stayed by Cecil’s side the rest of his life.
Our parents got engaged in 1954, six weeks after they met. They married the same year. Monte was working in his father’s mattress company when, one day, he saw a plot of land. He borrowed the money, bought the land, and his life’s work began. He was a business force. He loved building buildings. He was everywhere: Vancouver, Calgary, Winnipeg, Toronto.
But more important to him was his community. Max was the first chair of the UJA campaign, and at age 28, Monte was its youngest. He went on to become the president of the Winnipeg Jewish Community, a governor of Hebrew University in Jerusalem, and a stalwart supporter of Jewish education and Israel. When his father died, our dad built a kindergarten in his honour in Carmiel. It’s still there, serving kids from tough backgrounds. He took all of us to visit not that long ago.
And then there was the golf. What a player. A four handicap. That’s not easy in Winnipeg, given our winters. He would not be derailed. As he was a teenager, he built a putting green on his front lawn. He had his golf gang at Glendale they called the mafia. He played the world’s great golf courses, including Augusta. The last time we saw him, as we stood at his bedside, he was wearing his Master’s golf shirt. So perfect.
Above all, it was family first. Our mom was the centre of his life. Their unfaltering bond lasted nearly 70 years. Together, they built homes, travelled the world, and had amazing adventures. They had huge circles of friends. But it was really all about the kids. Nothing was as important to our parents than us. Our happiest moments were summers at West Hawk, road trips to Grand Forks (yup), winter vacations. As long as we were together, we were good.
When we talk about our dad though, we remember not what he did, but who he was. Everyone seems to describe him the same way: Elegant, dignified, larger than life. So many people have reached out to talk about his kindness and his graciousness. He made people feel special. When he walked into a room, you just knew everything would be okay.
Our father made our lives great. Because he was great. Right now, it’s hard to imagine our world without him.
Funeral services are being held on June 18, 2024, in Boca Raton, Florida. Shiva is in Toronto. Donations may be made to United Hatzalah Canada at https://www.uhcanada.org/. Click the donate button for a dedicated memorial page to Monte Nathanson.
Obituaries
ESTHER MINUK Dec. 27, 1932 – April 3, 2026
Esther Bat Hershel Ve Devorah
It is with deep sadness that we announce the passing of Esther Minuk, beloved matriarch of our family. She was predeceased by her bashert, her beloved husband, Julius; her parents, Doris and Harry Golub; and her sister, Evelyn (Herbie).
Esther was a loving and proud mother, Baba, and Great-Baba to her children Yale, Rhonda (Tom), Perry (Abby), Jody, and Marla (Franklin); her grandchildren Jordan (Amy), Daniel (Allie), Allie (Jordan), Hannah, and Lily; and her great-grandchildren Julian, Aidan, and Eddie.
Known to many as `Queen Esther’, she led with kindness and integrity, always seeing the good in others. Her home was open and welcoming, filled with warmth, laughter, and love. She was sharp, compassionate, and deeply devoted to her family. We are heartbroken and forever grateful for the love and legacy she leaves behind. She will be eternally missed by her family.
Memorial donations may be made to B’nai Brith of Canada Foundation, 416-633-6224, https://bit.ly/4bRsabI or Sunnybrook Foundation, 416-480-4483, www.sunnybrook.ca/foundation
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MILTON FREEDMAN
It is with profound sadness and much love that I announce the passing of Milton Freedman on October 30th, 2025, three months after we celebrated his 100th birthday. Milton was predeceased by his parents, Helen and Peter, his older brother Sam, and his younger brother Sid, with whom he shared a very special relationship. He is survived by his wife Joanie, his sister Ruby Donner, nieces and nephews, great nieces and great nephews, and a great-great nephew.
Family and friends meant everything to Milton, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them. He was gentle and kind, quiet and dignified, thoughtful and wise. He gave the best advice, but only if asked.
Milton and I liked to travel, and for many years spent the winter in Palm Springs. We also travelled to Europe and England, and felt most at home in London. We reminisced endlessly about the river cruises we went on, and the amazing places we had the opportunity to visit, whether it was having dinner at a restaurant overlooking the North Sea, or attending a private concert at a palace in Vienna, or tasting Black Forest cake especially prepared for us, while we were in Germany’s Black Forest region. It all was stunning, magical, delicious. But it was the people we met along the way, who made everything even more special, and we never forgot them.
Milton was an avid reader, inhaling newspapers, magazines, and books as if they were oxygen. Remarkably, he remembered much of what he read, and it wasn’t unusual for him to quote a passage from a book that he had read years earlier, if it was relevant to a conversation. It was not to show off…that wasn’t who he was.
Milton was a runner, and for years ran ten miles, three times a week. On the days he didn’t run, he walked outdoors for two and a half hours. Eventually, he gave up running, preferring to walk seven days a week no matter the season, no matter the weather. This continued until he was well into his 80’s. And even in his 90’s Milton remained determined to walk, at first using one cane, then two, then a walker. When he was asked, how he did it, Milton simply said, “Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.” On occasion he might add, “And eventually you’ll get to where you’re going.”
Sage advice.
Milton is deeply missed, and will forever be remembered.
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MARLI REBECCA SILVERMAN
Marli Rebecca Silverman passed away on March 11th at the age of 43 from end-stage renal disease. She lived her life with meaning, courage, and resilience, and touched everyone who knew her with her strength, warmth, and spirit.
She leaves behind her beloved daughter, Rylee, who was the light of her life; her father, Bruce; her brother, Matthew; Rylee’s father, Drake; and many family members and dear friends who will carry her memory forward with love.
Marli will be deeply missed and forever remembered for the impact she made on those around her.
May her memory be a blessing.
Donations in Marli’s memory may be made to Breakthrough T1D (breakthrought1d.ca).