Monday, October 1, 2007
Sunday, September 30, 2007
In his own words
Dad wrote a summary of his career for the University of Minnesota alumni newsletter. You can find it at
http://plant.lib.umn.edu/Aurora%202003.pdf
http://plant.lib.umn.edu/Aurora%202003.pdf
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Scholarship Fund
Our family emerged from dad's graduate school days with no debt, thanks in large part to several small scholarships and assitantships that Dad received. John was always very grateful for that support. It would have been very difficult for him to complete his university education without it.
We have established scholarship funds in dad's name to help repay in some way the debt of gratitude for the assitance he received and to recognize dad's contributions to agriculture nationally and internationally.
Donations can be sent to either:
We have established scholarship funds in dad's name to help repay in some way the debt of gratitude for the assitance he received and to recognize dad's contributions to agriculture nationally and internationally.
Donations can be sent to either:
The Dr. John Dueck Memorial Award in care of the University of Manitoba, Department of Development, 179 Extended Education Complex, Winnipeg, Manitoba, R3T 2N2, phone number 474-9195; or:
The Dr. John Dueck Scholarship, CFANS—Department of Plant Pathology, Development Office, 235 Skok Hall, 2003, Upper Bulford Circle, St. Paul, MN 55108.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
A Poem
Cheryl remarks often that Dad loved poetry. That's a part of him I didn't know well. I think poems became more important to him at some time after I had moved away from home. I found this poem on his computer in a folder marked "Poems". I don't know where he got it from.
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To say goodbye's impossible forever,
And yet we must too soon exchange goodbyes.
No magnitude of love when someone dies
Can manage the immensity of never.
Yet even death cannot our friendship sever
Though you may rest somewhere beyond our sighs
And all the talk of afterlife be lies.
Eternity is our brief glimpse of ever.
Even as each breeze must alter time
And each unruly rock reshape the sea,
So love lasts beyond our consciousness.
Each pulse of life's a piece of the sublime,
A breath so full of grace it cannot be,
A wave that ripples endlessly through darkness.
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To say goodbye's impossible forever,
And yet we must too soon exchange goodbyes.
No magnitude of love when someone dies
Can manage the immensity of never.
Yet even death cannot our friendship sever
Though you may rest somewhere beyond our sighs
And all the talk of afterlife be lies.
Eternity is our brief glimpse of ever.
Even as each breeze must alter time
And each unruly rock reshape the sea,
So love lasts beyond our consciousness.
Each pulse of life's a piece of the sublime,
A breath so full of grace it cannot be,
A wave that ripples endlessly through darkness.
A life of public service
Dad worked his whole career for the Governments of Canada and of Manitoba. He strongly believed that the mission of the government funded agricultural research organizations was to improve the lives of farmers and how we feed ourselves and the world.
I thought that his colleagues, many of whom are also friends, might like to have this separate space to share their memories of Dad's professional life.
If you have photos that you would like to share, please send them to John.Dueck.Memoriam@gmail.com and I will post them.
Harvey Dueck
I thought that his colleagues, many of whom are also friends, might like to have this separate space to share their memories of Dad's professional life.
If you have photos that you would like to share, please send them to John.Dueck.Memoriam@gmail.com and I will post them.
Harvey Dueck
Memories of John
This is a place for Dad's friends and family to post their memories of him. If you have photos to post, you can email them to John.Dueck.Memoriam@gmail.com where I will review and post them as I have time.
Harvey Dueck
Harvey Dueck
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