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An Epic Enid Fest — Enidstock, The Memorial, the Wake, the Multimedia Bon Voyage . . .

September 15th, 2011 · 62 Comments · Weird Things About Me


A full day and night party . . .
featuring Enid movies, music, paintings, photographs, artifacts, internet performances, books with stories, and people with stories.
It’ll actually be sorta fun.

We’ll have oliver favorite food n drinks.

This is just an invitation, not an obligation.
But it’ll certainly be a memorable Memorial.

Date:  on The Enid Equinox, Friday, Sept. 23rd, 2011

Time:  Toodle’nine. (2 till 9)
And if it’s still cookin we’ll go back to the townhouse.
Or you’re always welcome to come out for one-on-one visits at a later time.

Location:  in the gorgeous Grand Gathering Grounds in the front of Burloak — two-story high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, huge fireplace, piano, video screens, great sound system, giant patio, exotic fish and other weird stuff …

Burloak Long Term Care — 5959 New St., Burlington

In lieu of flowers, please simply experience this performance of, appropriately, a woman doin’ a man’s job better than he could do it. 😉

“I was born by the (Assinaboine) River
In a little tent,
And just like that river
I’ve been runnin ever since



Mom’s Memorial — Friday, Sept 23rd, 2011

It went great.  It was like an extensive museum exhibit, except the stuff wasn’t under glass and you could pick it up and look at it.  And it was like a library the way people had their heads buried in historical books and photo collections — and were finding things that I didn’t even know about!  And it was like a great party with a lot of laughter, electric energy, and new friendships being made.

There were no formal speeches — it just never felt right.  Everyone was so into the show and the moment — That was the Memorial.  They didn’t need anyone telling them what to feel — they were already memorializing in every direction on their own.

It was Enid through a kaleidoscope anywhere you looked — about 20 of her paintings, paintings of her, framed photos covering nearly 90 years, her report card from nursing school, her paint tubes and brushes, her brass rubbings, her father’s diaries from the 1910s, her childhood photo albums from the ’20s, her scrapbooks from the ’30s, her nursing memorabilia from the ’40s, her fashion photos from the ’50s, her Rocky Mountain paintings from the ’60s, her real estate clippings from the ’70s, her miniature paintings from the ’80s, her video adventures from the ’90s, her published stories from the 2000s, her notebooks from writing classes, her trip diaries, her writings to take with you in photocopy, a huge spread of all her favorite chocolates and cakes, Edward Sellers playing acoustic guitar in the background, home movies of her hiking under the Redwoods in the Cascades … her whole life on display in a giant cathedral-like space filled with all these different people who knew her, over all these different decades, in all these different ways, sharing memories with each other.
For 7 hours.

It was so nice.
And she was there smiling, laughing, and telling stories all night long.

Rock on, Mom!

Enid E. Hassett — 1920–2011  R.I.P.


Obits ran in the Oakville Beaver for the Sept 16/17/18 weekend edition, in the Winnipeg Free Press on Saturday, Sept 17th, and the Brandon Sun, Saturday, Sept. 24th.


Enid Ester Hassett, formerly Olver, and originally Bennett.
Born in Brandon, Manitoba, on Earth Day, before there was one — April 22nd, 1920.  She skipped away while dreaming on September 13th at the age of 91.

Enid was an environmentalist before there was a movement.  She was a feminist before there was a word for it.  She was a painter, a writer, a nurse, and someone who found people homes to raise their children.

She always championed what was right, and was never addled by artificial restraints. Her philosophy came down to — “Do whatever you think is right, but DO it.”  And — “Don‘t stop at the first roadblock — there’s a way around everything.”

She was a nurse anesthetist at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, and Supervisor of the first Intensive Care Unit at a hospital in Manitoba.  She was the top woman real estate agent in Winnipeg in the 1970s, and she made sure she saw the world, traveling far and wide long before it was common.  She married a happy, happening Air Force pilot, Frank Olver, who was tragically killed in 1951.  They had one daughter, Susan.

In 1956 she married a cute, easy-going banker, Vern Hassett, and had one son, Brian, in 1961.

An Epic Enid Memorial will be held on the Equinox, Friday, September 23rd, from 2PM till 9PM, at Burloak Long Term Care, 5959 New St. (at Burloak Dr.) in Burlington.

Enid is survived by her son Brian Hassett;  her sister Marjorie MacAuley in Brandon;  3 grandchildren, Christopher and Michael LeSavauge, and Elizabeth Sutherland;  and 3 great-grandchildren, Grace and Christopher LeSauvage, and Magdalene Tsushima.




Here’s another tribute to her —  A Song of Enid I Sing.

Or here’s some of the other many tributes that came in to this Force of Nature.

Or here’s one of our many adventures together — The Maltese Fall.

And here’s — the tribute to her husband and my Dad — Vern Victor Hassett.


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Brian Hassett

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62 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Sylvia Shaw // Sep 17, 2011 at 8:55 PM

    Thank you so much for this!!
    I’ve often thought of Enid and wondered if she had passed on without us hearing about it. It sounds as though you are sending her off in fine style, however.
    She was indeed a remarkable woman and I know you will miss her very much.

  • 2 Alison Myrden // Sep 17, 2011 at 10:35 PM

    I KNEW as soon as my mom read read me the obit that YOU wrote it!
    It was the most beautiful, heartfelt and loving tribute to your Mother, or anyone, my dear, sweet friend.

    Know that You and your mother are in our hearts today and always Brian…

  • 3 Chris Rafuse // Sep 17, 2011 at 11:00 PM

    Condolences, BH. Do you know Patrick Kavanagh’s In Memory of My Mother? It’s very Irish, of course, but I think you’d like it.

  • 4 Brian Dodge // Sep 17, 2011 at 11:31 PM

    I’m sorry for your loss Brian. It sounds like she was quite a woman. Her light will shine on through you. Best wishes to you.

  • 5 Hugh Reilly // Sep 18, 2011 at 9:44 AM

    Sorry to hear about your mom….but great to hear about her life.

  • 6 Phil Wagner // Sep 18, 2011 at 1:48 PM

    Please accept my deep condolences on the loss of your mother. You were a great son, and you were blessed to be close to her. I know the last year or more was difficult. Now she is at peace.

    With sympathy,
    Brother Phil

  • 7 Rod Miller // Sep 19, 2011 at 12:42 AM

    Your classically Brianesque tribute in the Freep was perfect, and took me back to the early stories in Shepard’s class.
    Your Mom left an indelible mark on all of us. Isn’t time the perfect canvas for perspective and context… Thanks for sharing.

  • 8 Brad Verebay // Sep 19, 2011 at 1:42 AM

    Hey brother,
    Love from Indonesia where me, my wife and MY supermom are tasting the world together. I would have loved to be at the memorial. I’ll reach out when I return sometime in 2012.
    Peace and love.

  • 9 Lois Sweetland // Sep 19, 2011 at 10:50 AM

    I always was impressed by the way you always took great care of your mom, made her feel valued, made her laugh and made her feel young. She truly enjoyed her last years with you. I don’t think we’ll make it on the 23rd but we will have a drink here in honour of Enid. I see you are still being your creative self – I never know what to expect. It always gives me my pick-up for the day!!

  • 10 Melissa Steele // Sep 20, 2011 at 12:44 AM

    I just read this beautiful tribute to your mom. I’m so sorry for your loss.
    Warm thoughts are winging your way.

  • 11 Dick van Wyck // Sep 20, 2011 at 10:34 PM

    My sincere condolences on the passing of your mother, I know you were a close knit family and I admired the way you selflessly took care of her.

    I will take a moment to reflect this Friday on Life, and how Death gives us and Life its meaning…….

    Keep up your spirits and the celebration.

  • 12 Sylvia Gregory // Sep 23, 2011 at 10:05 AM

    Dear Brian,
    Words cannot express my appreciation for this and in having the opportunity to get to know you as you shared the biography of your wonderful, feisty, LIVE LIFE AND LOVE mother.
    I wish we had had more time to spend together when she was in Texas, but alas, some distinguished Canadian banker traveled down here and swooped her off her feet.
    I mentioned to her one time that it was strange to have come down here so she could meet her future CANADIAN husband.

    While I cannot be there physically, I intend to be at her memorial today in spirit at least. I am pretty sure I can imagine the many tales that will be told about their friend, Enid. And yes, it could very well last into the wee hours. At least that is how Enid would have wanted it.

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