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Wednesday
18
September
First Visitation
2:00 pm - 4:00 pm
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Rodney Chapel of Denning Funeral Directors
212 Furnival Rd.
Rodney, Ontario, Canada
Wednesday
18
September
Second Visitation
7:00 pm - 9:00 pm
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Rodney Chapel of Denning Funeral Directors
212 Furnival Rd.
Rodney, Ontario, Canada
Thursday
19
September
Service Information
11:00 am
Thursday, September 19, 2013
St. Mary's R.C. Church
132 Main St. West
Lorne, Ontario, Canada
Interment Information
St. Mary's Cemetery
132 Main St. West
Lorne, Ontario, Canada
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Ericka and Scott Smith (nee Szewczyk) posted a condolence
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Our hearts go out to the Tomczyk Family and Friends. Marion was a great person and fun to be around when growing up with him and my grandfather George. He will be missed.
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Trupish family posted a condolence
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
The Trupish Family sends heartfelt condolences to the Tomczyk family. Your father was a welcomed visitor to our family home many times when our Parents lived in Rodney. A very kind gentle man who brought all five of us kids a four flavoured chocolate bar every time he visited. Our thoughts are with you.
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Jason Van Dongen posted a condolence
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Mike was a man who will be in my memories forever. He had a heart of gold who left his door open to everyone. Mike was the type of man which if you saw him from a distance and never met him you would most likely think he was a poor old man with a limp who didn't have much to offer to this world. But many a people did meet this man and learned that he was one of the richest men to walk this earth.
I still remember looking across that road and seeing another car in the driveway. There always was a steady stream of cars parked at his house visiting the man that lived off the land. He had a small home which I believe he built himself with the help of a friend; nothing fancy, no marble floors, no big screen TV's, no dishwasher, heck I believe that the entire footprint of his home would fit in your garage. I remember (as many of you do) walking up those old wooden stairs and knocking on the door to hear him say "Come in - it's open!" in his old weathered Polish accent. So as you opened the door there was the old man sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of iced tea and playing solitaire with an old worn deck of cards. Then you would smell a beautiful aroma coming out of the old 1950's gas stove. He would open it, stir the stew and ask if you wanted something to eat. I think everyone who has ever eaten wild game had their first taste at Mike's kitchen table. The man knew how to cook everything he and his friends shot and he cooked it in such a way that there never was a gamey taste to anything. I still remember the large-mouth bass so fresh that it was jumping up and down in the frying pan (yes nothing city folk could comprehend). He would close the oven stove, walk over to the fridge and if you were a kid there was a Kit-Kat or a Coffee Crisp and a jug of iced tea there waiting for you. If you were older well he had a different kind of tea for you. So he limps back to the kitchen table with one leg dragging behind him sits down grabs his leg and throws it in place, opens a fresher pack of cards pulls out the cribbage table and asks you to cut the cards to see who will deal first.
So you the teenager, the bank manager, real estate broker, insurance agent, the school teacher, or the native Indian look up to see the old man with the dirty old hat and a smirk on his face deal the cards. You learn much too soon that he has a frail body but a keen mind. So if you have been decent with him he might let you win a game or two but you have no chance at the rubber match and he skunks you. This was Mike Tomczyk a simple looking man who didn't have much in possessions but always took in everyone from all walks of life and was loved by all. So I remember all those cars coming and going and I realize that I am remembering the richest man of all - Toot-A-Loo.
See Ya Later Mike - You will be forever missed and cherished in everyone's memories
Jason
September 17, 2013