Obituary of Norman Winfred Knock
NORMAN W KNOCK
1940 - 2025
It is with a broken heart that I have had to say goodbye to my loving husband and best friend. Norm had lived a very exciting and interesting life. In his early life he joined the RCAF and lived in Cold Lake during his time there as a radar technician. He was part of the team doing atmospheric testing. He was hired by NASA to work on the nose cone of the first manned space rocket. After his leave with the RCAF he returned back to Nova Scotia and began several business' such as Eastern Electronics, Eastern Music, two Radio Shack outlets and Eastern Office Supplies which is still operating in Bridgewater.
Norm retired from the business world at the age of 48 so that he could live out his years doing things that he enjoyed. He had a love for hunting, trapping and fishing. Over the years he became involved with many exhibitions. He was the president of the Big Ex in Bridgewater for a time and also was a horse and ox teamster. When Norm was not pulling his animals in competition pulls he became a well-known voice as being a great announcer at many events. He raised beef cattle on a 500 acre farm in South Brookfield Queens County NS for years and after being successful turning his hand at farming, he bought a sawmill and became a sawyer. When he had to stop doing hard physical work we decided to sell the beef herd and travel,
Norm leaves behind a loving wife Christine (Zwicker) Knock, two sons, Michael Knock wife (Nikki) of Northwest N.S, and Teddy Knock wife (Sheryl) of Calgary Alberta; stepson, Corey Bollivar of Calgary. He had Grandchildren both here in NS and in Calgary that he held dear in his heart. Shane Knock and Alannah Falkenham in NS and in Calgary Teddi-Joan Knock , Sean Knock, Sara Marie, James Bollivar, Abby Bollivar and Emma Bollivar.
Norm was a talented song writer and enjoyed listening to music and dancing up a storm. He had a great love for our Lord and Saviour and tried to live a good life. Many thanks go to his health team Dr. Parker, Dr. Gibson, his palliative care givers, and the VON nurses. Many thanks go to our Local Volunteer Fire Dept. in North Queens, NS and a special thanks to all of the EHS teams that came to our aid.
There will be a private graveside service for the family in Centre, Lunenburg NS. Donations can be made to the palliative care unit and or the North Queens Fire department in Norm's memory.
“REFLECTIONS”
I leave these memories as a testimony of my full life and things that are meaningful to me:
The taste of a cold spring or fast flowing brook as you lay on your belly with a mouth dry from heat or exertion.
The sight of a huge moose on the early morning skyline, surrounded by frost and a silence so heavy you are afraid to break the spell by breathing naturally.
The sudden crashing of brush as a whitetail buck breaks from cover raising every neck hair and leaving you shaking.
A cool spring night and the shrill of peepers like sleigh bells mixed with the honking of geese heading North in a clear starlight sky.
An afternoon in October with a very excited and eager bird dog puppy, anxious to please but feeling unsure of just what to do.
The creek of pack straps, heavy breathing, sweat and a feeling of accomplishment as a deer is packed out or a canoe carried over the last portage of the day.
The pressure of important decisions and the satisfaction of having confidence in the outcome.
The smells that outdoor men like to remember, pipe smoke, boot dubbing, a wet dog steaming near a fire, the smell of leather, frying bacon over a smoking fire, the smell of fear, sweet fern, rotting apples,mud and burnt powder in the frosty air.
A winter evening in a snug shelter, complete with a blazing fire, wind in the trees, a drink at hand and a friend to share memories, all enhanced by a comfortable state of drowsy relaxation.
The hugs I received from loving parents and the guilt of not supplying more to children and Grandchildren.
A wife that shows more tolerance than I deserve, understanding me, even when I am unable to do so myself.
A God that makes the beauty I admire from a hilltop, the fall mist that rises from the swamps below engulfing the lowlands and causing each hummock of tall trees to stand out as many small islands.
The smell of a new baby, the panic it can bring and the joy of knowing it is a part of me.
The tug of a fish and the thrill of anticipation until you land it and find it is not as large as you thought, then realizing size is not the thrill.
Baying hounds, darting rabbits the thrill of the shot and the joy of a watching friend freely offering quick congratulations or a ribbing that lasts long into the night.
The precision flying technique of a flock of ducks just out of range, the grace of an otter or mink, the gate of a caribou, the slap of a beaver, the crafty singing coyote or the deceiving speed of a fleeting black bear.
Northern lights that you swear you can hear, yellowish polar bears, snow white geese so thick that they darken the skies,graceful whales calling.
Alarming phone calls, friends in need, loved ones who are hurting and the satisfaction of being there to help.
These are only some of my memories of a wonderful full life. I have pitted myself against each obstacle, sometimes winning, sometimes loosing but satisfied with my success. God has blessed me and His wild creatures will soon be able to rest knowing one less outdoor lover is not around to challenge them.
Norman Winfred Knock