Iver Lee Joseph Smith aged 88 years of Briercrest, SK, passed away on Tuesday, July 2nd, 2024, in Moose Jaw, SK.  Iver was a man of few words but when he spoke, everyone took note.  He was born in Chaplin, SK to Wilhelmina and John Smith and attend school in Central Butte, SK.  Iver chose to join the Air Force to serve his country after completing his studies, and he was a proud serving member of the Canadian Armed Forces.

Iver met Doris Kitsco while he was stationed on Edmonton, AB, where they were married and welcomed their daughter Sandy.  The family moved to Germany and then Ian was born.  Four years later, Iver was stationed in North Bay, ON and then went on to Calgary, AB.  Upon his retirement from service when he was sent to California, Iver returned to Calgary to work for the Calgary Transit for 23 years.  He had many different talents and trades during his working years, too many to mention.  Iver had a strong work ethic and set an excellent example for his children to follow.

Iver and Doris moved to Briercrest as he was very proud of his Saskatchewan heritage.  They found a love of travelling and enjoyed going on a Mediterranean Cruise, visited dear friends in Germany, and loved their many trips to the Yukon.  Iver also loved to read and spent his spare time reading one book after another.

Family, friends, neighbours, and regulars at the grocery store have many fond memories of chatting with Iver and we will miss him more than words can say. 

A Private Family Service will be held to honour Iver.  Arrangements are entrusted to Moose Jaw Funeral Home, 268 Mulberry Lane.  Michelle Ellis, Funeral Director 306-693-4550


Is there for honest Poverty

That hings his head, an’ a’ that;

The coward-slave, we pass him by,

We dare be poor for a’ that!

For a’ that, an’ a’ that.

Our toils obscure an’ a’ that,

The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,

The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.


What though on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hoddin grey, an’ a that;

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;

A Man’s a Man for a’ that:

For a’ that, and a’ that,

Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that;

The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor,

Is king o’ men for a’ that.


Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord,

Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that,

Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,

He’s but a coof for a’ that.

For a’ that, an’ a’ that,

His ribband, star, an’ a’ that,

The man o’ independent mind,

He looks an’ laughs at a’ that.


A Prince can mak a belted knight,

A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that!

But an honest man’s aboon his might –

Guid faith, he mauna fa’ that!

For a’ that, an’ a’ that,

Their dignities, an’ a’ that,

The pith o’ Sense an’ pride o’ Worth

Are higher rank than a’ that.


Then let us pray that come it may,

As come it will for a’ that,

That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth

Shall bear the gree an’ a’ that.

For a’ that, an’ a’ that,

It’s comin yet for a’ that,

That Man to Man the warld o’er

Shall brithers be for a’ that.


Robert Burns