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What can I say about my Uncle Clint…
One of my earliest memories of him is from when I was three. He made me eat beans—beans I absolutely hated—and told me I couldn’t leave the table or have a Girl Guide cookie until I finished them. In the end, I choked them down and got my cookie. Even though I still hate beans to this day, it’s one of my favourite childhood memories.
There are so many moments that come to mind: Christmases in Kitchener, family dinners, camping, and even getting the chance to work at M&M. Uncle Clint would always joke that if he heard “Who Let the Dogs Out” one more time, he was going to break the radio. Every time I hear that song now, I can still hear him yelling about it—and it always makes me smile.
I’ll miss you, Uncle Clint.

Thanks for sharing Scott. So happy that we were able to get out there to see you last fall. It was a trip I will always remember and I know my Dad had a great time telling stories with Fred.