GOTZMAN - Maimo passed away at Cypress Regional Hospital, Swift Current, SK on Monday, September 14, 2009 at the age of 90 years. The Funeral Service was held on Friday, September 18, 2009 at 2:00 PM from St. Olaf Lutheran Church with Pastor Linda Hall officiating. The Interment Service followed at Memory Gardens Cemetery, Swift Current, SK. The organist was Arlene Olson, soloist was Trudy Friesen, ushers were Alfie Yolland and Rose Mantie. Pallbearers were Fred Berg, Scott Undseth, Daryl Berg, Harvey Mantie, Mark Mantie, Ernie Moen and Bill Chalk. Maimo is survived by her husband William Gotzman. She was predeceased by her parents Oskar and Alma Kirves, one sister and one brother in Estonia. She was born in Kanepi Voruma, Estonia on September 24, 1918. She came to Canada in October 1948 to Trenton, ON. Maimo married William Gotzman in Trenton, ON on November 26, 1949. Her hobbies were reading, petti-point, crocheting, gardening, collecting ornaments and many others. She had been residing in Swift Current since 1968. She enjoyed living in the city very much and she loved the Saskatchewan Prairies. Maimo will be sadly missed by family and friends. In her memory donations can be sent to the Canadian Diabetes Foundation or to the St. Olaf Lutheran Church Memorial Fund. Warren's Funeral Home were entrusted with the arrangements. For further information call 773-8831 or 1-800-267-6606 or visit our web site at www.warrensfuneralhome.com and express your sympathy to family members in our book of condolences.

Here is a little poem written by Maimo in 1973 when Saskatchewan was at a low point but she never thought that Saskatchewan was a "no" province.

Golden Saskatchewan
I am a stranger to the prairie land,
But the open horizon and clear blue skies,
Have made me feel free,
To move and to dream.
A traveler through many other lands,
Has come to Love this prairie land,
Golden Saskatchewan.
They told us that the prairies are so cold,
With clouds of wind blown dust,
But ‘tis from this dust that we earn our bread,
And to dust we shall all return,
I have come to Love this prairie land,
Golden Saskatchewan.
I hear the music of the strings of the wind,
A soothing melody far from the choking pollution,
And creepy noises of so many other parts of the world,
So I have come to Love this prairie land,
Golden Saskatchewan.