Dalmeny Spray and Play

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This space is for anyone who would like to share a memory of the park or a story/memory of Shane. What makes this project important to you?

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Reply Rob Degenhardt
11:18 AM on September 2, 2013 
Shane and I grew up together. We were involved with the local Scout group. Shane was a great mentor to the younger youth in our group. I remember attending a large camp in 1987 at Angling Lake Saskatchewan for one week. It rained 5 days straight out of 7 , Shane was positive and upbeat the whole time, even though he and I were in the infirmary one day for beginning stages of hypothermia after our troop spent the night out on an island under a primitive shelter in the rain. I couldn't think of a better man to dedicate this park to.
Reply Judy Budd
8:16 PM on February 7, 2013 
I am Shane\s Mom. Our family is very pleased that you are giving him this Memorial. I'd like to share a memory with you. One wet and rainy Spring morning when Shane was in Grade One ,shortly after the kids had left for the short walk across the park to school, Shane appeared back home wet and covered with mud ,and now very late for school. He told me a 'little girl' had been stuck in the mud and he had helped her out but in the process fell in himself. We got him cleaned and changed and back on his way to school. I immediatelly called the school to explain why he was late. I remember telling them he was a hero and Ilwas so proud of him! It is one of my precious memories.
Reply Meghan Keating
5:40 PM on February 7, 2013 
My name is Meghan Keating. I'm Shane Keating's sister.

Thank you for thinking of Shane and making a memorial to him. It will mean a lot to our family.

I remember when I was little the field behind our house didn't have grass. In the spring it became a treacherous mud field and I have so many memories of Shane having to come out and "save" me when I would get stuck in the mud. I would always be so scared and he would come and seem to walk easily through the mud, pick me up, hoist me onto his shoulder, (sometimes leaving my rubber boots planted firmly in the mud!) and carry me back to the house. I guess him helping people out started when he was young. Right there in that park!

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