MURRAY WAYNE SOMERS

Condolences & Memories (3 entries)

• I don't remember much but I remember he always was hooked up to a oxygen tank and once he was watching this weird show. A guy fell on a train track and it cut when it was about to roll over him. My grandma said to turn it off and I said yeah grandpa my mother said don't say that I still feel bad about that. Sometimes we would ride on his scooter and that was fun also he gave me the chocolate part of dairy queen ice cream cakes. He used to sit in the same chair all the time and had a inhaler. I also remember when I went to the hospital all I can remember from that though is the end of the elevator ride and when we came back down the day he died. I remember very clearly my parents told me that they had news. I got excited. They sad bad news, they told me grandpa had died and I cried all day nonstop. I went to school everyone asked whats wrong and i told them I wish I was there for the spreading of his ashes but they left without us. That meant I wasn't there to see them let him off. I still feel so angry about it and yet there's nothing I can do now. My grandpa was an iron worker - we have a fridge with a bunch of his stickers on it most are iron works stuff. My grandpa was nice nicer then I thought when I was younger. If I could go back I'd be a more appreciative of him. - Posted by: Zachary Wayne Somers (Grandson) on: Feb 25, 2022

• I have very fond memories of Murray. I am a former Iron worker. When I first met Murray I think I was an apprentice and he was my connecting partner on some small forgotten job in Winnipeg. You see, 'apparently' Brother Murray was in the dog house for whatever reason, (this time) with the ruling company at the time. He still kept me running...what I mean is that Iron-working is more of a dance, a skill that regular folk can never understand. He was quick and fearless. Veteran Iron workers have a certain grace and style I have never seen replicated in all my life. A connector 'float's and 'dances' not on, but with the iron as it goes from the boneyard to being roped and submitted by the connector! Murray had been 'off the belt' for awhile but still connected with grace and style...oh yeah, some of the great connectors of my youth had style! Murray later became my foreman, most memorable in cross-lake MB. I still have fond memories of that job. When you work a camp job, big or small you remember it. Murray had this big laugh I loved...even when the jerk thru a 20lbs pry bar down to the iron coated pit we were working some awful winter just before xmas...we were building something about a 'trough'? where wood gets dragged thru boiling water to soften it before being chewed up for bullshit lumber...so picture this: 12 shifts, late december, -35 surrounded by 1" iron plates and then...(insert loudest noise possible know to man...) because our fearless leader decided not to bring our enormous pry bar down to his faithful crew, no... he would throw a 20 pound iron pry-bar into an iron coated trough then laugh his ass off...followed by...FU!....he then walked away...now THAT takes GUTS...and STYLE!!! (after our ears stopped bleeding we laughed about it...) I miss Murray. Thanks for the times partner, boss...brother! RBP - Posted by: Robert Paul (Apprentice/brother) on: Nov 17, 2017

• Our thoughts and prayers goes out to the family - Posted by: Dan-el,Patrica and Linda Somers (Cousin) on: Nov 07, 2016