I will dearly miss not seeing and chanting with you on the golf course. May you rest in peace.
Sharon Lacey and to all JT family members, my deepest condolences go out to all. I first met JT in the late 1983 when employed by Canjay exploration and Bighorn Land Surveys, we both worked as advance surveyors on many projects in the far north of Alberta. Sometimes JT and I would have some differences as I was more experience in the survey business but we always came to an agreement. After a hard days work in the field JT and I would go and sip a few cold ones and we would have dinner at the bar and his favor saying was " Lets flip for it " and as always I would loose the toss and I believed JT was carrying a double sided coin because he would have that big grin on his face and quickly pocket his coin. We worked many years together until late 1998 due to unforeseen circumstances, I would keep in contact with our fellow partners and ask them how was JT doing and yes they would give me an update. JT was a very well liked by many people and always had that good hearted sense of humour in him. He will be deeply missed by all who knew him. RIP. JT.
Emmanuel (Manny) Lafaut
Sharon, Lacey, Terry and all of JT’s family members, my deepest condolences go out to all. JT truly was one of the good guys! I got to know JT though Gord. They were work buddies and good friends. I would join them for a beer at the 1600 club – where they were always solving the worlds political problems and telling every seismic tale known to mankind! JT was such a good-hearted sole and when I lost Gord – we stayed good friends. I always looked forward to seeing him at River Spirit, cutting the straightest lines at the golf course that only a surveyor could do. He took cutting grass to another level, proud to look down on hole 3 and see his artwork. (Except for the big gouge that I never let him forget - LOL). Both Dad and I will dearly miss our golfing partner and never-ending supply of green golf balls as he regularly joined us for a game of golf. I take comfort thinking that JT and Gord are on that well-manicured golf course having the best game ever, drinking beer and telling many more seismic tales. Miss you buddy.
We were right in the middle of a scrabble game & he had not taken his turn in a few days & I wondered. On the one hand I always figured he'd live to be a hundred or at least a very old man but on the other hand I am painfully aware that he is no longer suffering because of the past year that he had. He went through hell, near as I could tell. When he recently told me that they found cancer everywhere I wondered how long he could possibly last but told him that if ever there was anyone who could beat it, it would be him. I first met JT while working seismic for Canjay in 1983. We did not see each other on a regular basis over the years but would meet occasionally with Callahound & tie one on. Many occasions at the historic King Eddy Hotel, as he did love the blues. He had a serious work ethic & took pride in doing a good job. He was always fun to be around. And the stories - he loved to tell stories & took his time & told them well. I am having a hard time thinking of a world without him in it, so I would like to send deep heartfelt condolences to his family. He was a good guy.
JT and I met in cold lake where he was ‘ the boss’ , he was like a trusted uncle and mentor to me-always making sure I was ok. For 4 years we were neighbors in an old cold lake hotel…when he could he would whip up short ribs for Gord McGrath and I to eat up! We kept in contact over the years whether for a golf game or a few beers and a belly laugh. I’m so grateful I was able to see him a couple of weeks ago where we had our last beer…you will be greatly missed JT♥️
I met JT many years ago when I first got into Seismic. We quickly became friends and kept in contact over the years. My favourite memories with JT took place annually, at the Safety Conferences in Banff and when he would come downtown for "business lunches" that always turned into an entire afternoon session of belly laughs and many drinks. I will always remember his kindness and sense of humour. I will miss him so much.
My deepest sympathy to JT’s family. You will be missed JT. Rest in peace
I met John at the start of the new millennium. I just started work with a new company called Wolf Surveys and JT was the survey coordinator. We were in Dawson Creek BC one winter and this huge snow storm came with 100 km winds and a large amount of snow. We didn’t leave the field early enough at the end of the day and got caught on the grid road leading to the highway. There were a dozen trucks lined up on the road overnight because of the high winds and drifted snow. The next day, at first light , JT sent 2 D-9 cats in to rescue us . When we finally got pulled out of the 15 foot high drifts of snow and close to the highway , JT had hot coffee, sandwiches, and as always, another great seismic tale to tell. I worked with JT off and on over the next 15 years . Later he was our client rep at cold lake with the late, but great, Gord McGrath. I will miss both men immensely, and as always during times like these, I am reminded that you never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. My condolence to JT’s family during this difficult time.
John was that guy. Always cool and up for a laugh, but serious and willing to have your back. He was a wonderful husband to my mother and stepfather to myself. His granddaughter Lil Lyric as he called her loved her Grampa T very much and knows that her invisible heart string can reach him all the way in heaven. Cancer is the worst and I know he'd appreciate donations to the Terry Fox Foundation.
I first met John working for Bighorn as a surveyor. I looked to him as a mentor. It wasn't long before we became friends as well. Roomed together many times shared alot of stories and always had each other's back. Wasn't uncommon to pull a few pranks on each other as well. It is a friendship that we have maintained through out the years. Always made my day when I chatted with him, and shared old sotries.