Arthur Shelkie was born July 23, 1937 to parents Bill and Helen Shelkie. Three years later Art’s brother Harvey was born to complete the family. Art passed away November 27, 2019.
Art attended Linkwood School. Thereafter he left the farm to work the winters in BC, finding employment at sawmills, salmon and vegetable canneries or whatever job was available. When the Prince Albert Pulp Mill opened up he began working there until he was needed at home to help look after the family. Art was very dedicated to his family and was always there for them. He was a very caring and supportive son and brother. He bought a motorhome; taking the family on many tours, fishing trips and visiting over the years. During this time he worked part time jobs mostly around this area in order to be with his family. Some of the jobs included cat work clearing land, driving gravel truck, operating heavy equipment fighting forest fires and working for farmers in the spring and fall. During his lifetime he operated everything from caterpillars to combines. In fact he reluctantly agreed to run the new (used) push button combine this year and surprised himself that he actually liked it. He drove the combine until the middle of October.
While Art was working for the pulp mill he was involved in the beginning of the experimental operation of testing the new machines. Some of the machines are featured on the front and back of this card. He was also featured in a logging magazine pertaining to the testing.
Art travelled to many threshing days and any event to do with antique equipment. He also enjoyed attending many of his logging buddy, John Arcand’s Fiddle Fests.
Art met many people throughout his lifetime and he treasured the many friendships he made. He knew he was fortunate to have such good friends and would often reminisce of the good times he spent with them.
Art was predeceased by his father Bill, his mother Helen and his brother Harvey. Left to cherish his memory are many cousins and good friends. Art will never be forgotten. We love and miss you.
“It’s your nickel!”