1931 Canadian CensusSaskatchewan, Willow Bunch, Subdistrict 60 (Woodrow Village
Rented home, $7.50 per month, single floor, wood, 2 rooms, have a radio
Head Stephen Lowe, married, age 33, born England, father born England, mother born Ontario,
immigrated 1900, nationality Canada, race English, mechanic retail motors and repair, not a work last week, no job, unemployed 32 weeks
Wife Dolly Lowe, married, age 26, born Saskatchewan, parents born USA, nationality Canada, race Dutch, homemaker
Son Lawrence Lowe, age 6, born Saskatchewan
Daughter Loretta Lowe, age 5, born Saskatchewan
Son George Lowe, age 3, born Saskatchewan
Daughter Edith Lowe, born Saskatchewan

Canada Voters Lists 1974
Rosetown, Saskatchewan
Mrs. Kenneth Auckland
Kenneth Auckland, contractor

Canada Voters Lists 1972
Rosetown, Saskatchewan
Miss Debbie Auckland, student
Mrs. Edith Auckland
Kenneth Auckland, contractor

Canada Voters Lists 1974
Rosetown, Saskatchewan
Mrs. Edith Auckland
Kenneth Auckland, contractor

First name later known as Edythe

As a young teenager in World War II she worked in an ammunition factory in Winnipeg.

Was the camp cook for the A & S Construction.

Canada Voters Lists 1953
Skyline Trailer Camp, Edmonton West, Alberta
Valentine Schafer, seismic worker
Mrs Anne Schafer
Vera Banning, cook
John Simpson, owner drilling Company
George Simpson, owner drilling Company
Richard Simpson, owner drilling Company
Kenneth Briscoe, driller
Kenneth Auckland, driller
Henry Lepine, derrick man
Roy Corrigal, toolpusher
William Kinnunen, oil worker
Mary Kinnunen
Jack Schmitz, seismograph worker
Romana Schmitz
Clifford Grainger, driller
Mrs Gwen Grainger

From https://www.gereinfuneralservice.com/obituary/Kenneth-Auckland
Kenneth Auckland Obituary
Kenneth Auckland passed away February 22, 2025.
Kenneth is lovingly remembered by: His wife Patricia Rea-Auckland; Children - Debbie Simmonds (Kim) and their children Kristin Biccum (Darren), and their son Brandin, Tara Gaudet (Ron) and their children Hillary and Nicolas, Tom Simmonds and his children Ava, Emily and TJ; Barbara Simmonds and her daughter Natasha; Clayton Auckland and his children Deanna and Amanda and her children Jay and Jack; Penney Auckland, Janice Wilson (Tony) and her children Kendall and Matthew; Karla Wilson (Scott) and their children Challyssa Lamb (Jerad), Caine Wilson (Nathan); Kevin Goring (Anita) and their children Chantalle Cloarec (Ben) and their son Emerson, Deanna Snell (Dave), Darcy Goring (Zyra); Chad Goring  (Tracy) and their daughter Emily Hawkins (Joshua).
Kenneth is predeceased by his parents Robert and Agnes Auckland, brother Ray Auckland,  sisters Marge  Comrie and Audrey Andrews and Stepson Wes Goring. 
Kenneth's Celebration of Life will take place at 1:00pm on April 15th, at Biggar New Horizons, Biggar Saskatchewan.
Tributes in memory of Kenneth may be directed to Biggar Majestic Theatre or Biggar Long Term Care.

Courtesy Karla Wilson
Eulogy for My Dad — Kenneth George Auckland

Ladies and gentlemen, friends, family, and anyone who ever tried to keep up with my dad—we’re gathered here today to celebrate a man who didn’t just live life, he built it, crafted it, drove it, and occasionally raced it across the snow.

Born on June 23, 1931, in Eston, Saskatchewan, to Robert and Agnes, Dad arrived in the world with a curious mind and probably a wrench in one hand. He was the youngest of 4 siblings—Marg, Ray, Audrey, and Dad, the future entrepreneur, a hands-on problem solver, and possibly the busiest of the bunch.
After Grade 8, Dad took a practical detour from the classroom straight into the real world. He joined his father and brother Ray working on the Trans-Canada telephone lines, climbing poles and fixing connections like it was second nature. While other kids were memorizing Shakespeare, Dad was calculating angles, distances, and load limits in his head. He was sharp with numbers—naturally smart in math, with the kind of brain that could build boats without blueprints and figure out exactly what needed fixing before anyone else even spotted the problem.

Later, he went to work for his Uncle Jack at Tri-City & Hub-City, drilling for Shell Oil. There he formed a lifelong bond with his cousin Dick—a trusted mentor, a fellow mischief-maker, and someone whose opinion he truly valued.

Eventually, he returned to Rosetown, Saskatchewan, and founded A&S Construction Ltd., building a business and a legacy with his own two hands. At just 19 years old, Dad got married for the first time and began the lifelong journey of raising a family. He and his wife welcomed four children: Debbie, Clayton, Janice, and Penny. Somewhere in all that hammering and hard work, Dad rediscovered his love for model airplanes—joining the local club and giving the skies a show with every flight. He never needed a runway to feel free just a good wind and a homemade plane.

And snowmobiles? Dad didn’t just race them—he started the Arctic Cat Snowmobiling Racing Team in Rosetown, Saskatchewan. Because of course he did. Snow wasn't just something you shovel. For Dad, it was a racetrack waiting to be conquered, one engine roar at a time.

Dad was a man of many licences: driver’s, chauffeur’s, truck, motorcycle, boater’s—and even a trapper’s licence. If it had wheels, wings, tracks, or a motor, he figured out how to operate it. If it involved the wilderness, he knew how to survive it. He owned two Harleys in his life, the kind of rider who waved to strangers and laughed at speed limits.

Hockey was another love—he played until an injury sidelined him, but you could always find him at the local rink on Friday nights, cheering with his signature dry humor and occasional unsolicited coaching tips. He shared a love of archery with his brother Ray and sister-in-law Joyce, a passion he passed on to us kids with all the enthusiasm of a man who knew how to string a bow and spin a good story about it.

When work slowed in the south in the late '70s, Dad did what he always did—he found a new path. This one led him north to La Ronge, where the government recognized his talent and asked him to build wild rice harvesters. Over time, he constructed more than 100 of them, plus over 30 pontoon harvesters—all made for Saskatchewan, Manitoba, and Ontario farmers—transforming fields and waters with the same determination he brought to everything he touched. It was here in La Ronge that Dad learned to weld, mastering yet another skill that let him create, repair, and innovate with fire and steel—just another tool in his ever-growing belt of know-how.

In 1981, at 50 years old, Dad met the love of his life, Mom, and together they built more than businesses—they built a family. With Mom came Kevin, Wesley, Chad, and Karla, whom Dad proudly adopted in 1989 to complete his crew. Between them all came a bounty of love and legacy: eight children, 14 grandchildren, 11 great-grandchildren—and one more blessing on the way.

During his wild rice days, Dad worked and farmed in the Besnard Lake area, building relationships and a life in the wilderness with grit, creativity, and more than a few practical solutions. Together, he and Mom launched Mercer River Rice, their next big adventure rooted in the same spirit of hard work and independence. There was even a time when the wind caught one of his harvesters and flipped it over—and true to form, Dad got out, dried himself off, and carried on. He was nothing if not stubborn—the kind of stubborn that keeps you moving forward no matter what flips, breaks, or freezes around you. No drama, no panic—just quiet courage and a shrug that said, “Well, that happened.”

And in true “Dad” fashion, he even bought a plane during this time—never mind that he didn’t have a pilot’s licence. That was just Dad. Always reaching higher, always figuring it out, always trusting in his hands and heart to get him where he needed to go. And because no great Dad story is complete without a touch of the unbelievable—there was that time he was driving a semi, and it fell through the ice. Not once, but twice… on the same trip. Lesser men would’ve taken that as a sign. Dad? He probably made a few colorful comments, dried off, and kept on trucking—literally.
He loved to fish, dabbled in commercial fishing, and spent plenty of time on lakes. And, in the greatest twist of all—Dad couldn’t swim. But that never stopped him. Life jackets, pontoons, a lifetime of practical know-how—he trusted those more than treading water. He met risk with a raised eyebrow and a plan, always.
Together, Dad and Mom later expanded into Mercer Outfitting and moved to Sled Lake for their next chapter. They traveled frequently to Beauval, Saskatchewan for wild rice season, and their outfitting grew to include guided hunts for deer and black bear, all run with the same attention to detail and heart that Dad poured into everything else.

Eventually, they retired in Biggar, Saskatchewan—though if you asked him, he probably never fully retired. There was always something to fix, something to build, and definitely something to fish. And in true Dad fashion, he got very skilled with his scooter, zipping around the yard with the same enthusiasm he once reserved for Harleys—occasionally denting a garbage can or two, just to keep things interesting.

Kenneth George Auckland—my Dad—was not a man easily summed up. He was part MacGyver, part Maverick, part bush man, and entirely unforgettable. He taught us that with a strong back, a sharper wit, a welding torch, and a good pair of boots, you could take on the
world—and maybe even teach it a thing or two. So here’s to Dad—the only man who could connect towns, start a racing team, build
harvesters, never learn to swim, raise a family—twice, guide deer and bear hunts, hold a trapper’s licence, and still find time to make you laugh—whether it was at a hockey game or just having a visit.

Dad loved to work—work was his fun. And when you look back on it all, 93 years is quite the story.

May the winds be forever at his back, the skies clear, and the roads open—no speed limits in sight.