Scheuerman: Peter Larry
March 18, 1944—June 19, 2018
Peter was born in Empress March 18, 1944 to Peter and Anne Scheuerman. He must have been born with the love of farming running through him because he never had a passion for much else. After finishing grades 1-9 in Acadia Valley, Peter headed off to Calgary but quit school during grade 10, headed home and never looked back.
Farming was his first love but there was a certain young lady that kept coming around; not that she had to travel far since she lived about 300 fence posts north of the yard on the Dillabough homestead.
One day while sitting in the Pink Lantern in Medicine Hat he decided they might as well head across the street and pick out a ring (such a romantic)!
Peter and Terry were married in Las Vegas in 1975 and made a home on the Scheuerman farm just west of Acadia Valley. In 1976, Peter bought their first section of land from his Uncle Bill Scheuerman. Three
daughters later: Jennifer (1977), Kendra (1978), and Tracie (1984) and their family was complete.
Peter always was the provider and protector of his girls, but don’t think just because they were girls they got to play dolls and learn to bake. He had them fixing and building miles of fence, changing shovels on the cultivator, and they could sling calves as good as any guy. He taught his girls that if you work hard good things will happen. Anyone who has worked alongside Peter knows he wasn’t real big on communication. Really, you had to be a bit of a mind reader. He knew what he wanted you to do, but what would be the point in telling you that. After what he thought should have happened didn’t, you heard “what the hell are you doing?” Although his temper would flare, it didn’t last long.
After his girls all grew up and got married, Peter loved spending time with his son-in-laws. Although none of them were farm boys, he knew they were hard workers and he respected that. He enjoyed teaching them about the farming life; although his teaching style never changed: a quick instruction, make sure your mindreading skills were fully tuned in, and off you go. The boys remember getting in trouble and learning very quickly that if you dished it back he ended up having more respect for you in the end. Pete knew that these boys would take care of his girls. He would never say it, but they could feel that he was proud of them. He had a thick crust on the outside but once you broke through he was soft and caring. Even though his girls all left the farm, it’s clear that Pete’s passion and love of farming has been permanently planted in his daughters. You can take the girl off the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the girl.
Peter loved to share what he had learned. His nephews gave him the opportunity to pass these lessons on. Daryl, Tim, and Aaron are the sons he never had. Countless hours were spent talking farming with
Daryl and Tim and cattle with Aaron. He would get a glimmer in his eyes whenever they were around and could spend time with them. Peter loved talking farming with whomever would listen, but he also
enjoyed playing cards. There were countless games of crib played around the kitchen table and at the coffee shop. The air got thick with BS. He found a poker crowd in Medicine Hat that kept him out into
the wee hours and dubbed him “Peter Two Wallets.”
Grandkids seemed to soften Peter. When the girls were growing up you would never see Peter at a sports game or school event, but he sure enjoyed the music and dance recitals and Christmas concerts when he could watch his grandkids. These kids really were the light of his life.
Peter died June 19, 2018.
He is survived by his wife Terry; daughters Jennifer (Brad), Kendra (Dean), Tracie (Jason); grandchildren Presily, Julia, Sydney, Crosby, Adeline, Ally, and Lauren; sisters Katherine and Marj; brothers-in-law
Bruce (Ros) and Brian (Rita); mother-in-law Ila; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Peter was predeceased by his parents Peter and Anne, his brother Clayton, father-in-law Ted and his two brothers-in-law Wayne and Ralph. Funeral service was held June 28 at the Acadia Valley Community Hall in Acadia Valley. Jason Mutschler was the Master of Ceremony. Special music was provided by Presily Kozinski and a poem was read by the Grandchildren.
Following the service of remembrance, family and friends were invited to a luncheon hosted by the Acadia Valley Community Club in the Community Hall.
MacLean’s Funeral Home of Oyen in care of arrangements.