In - Always in our hearts

  • Gary Manley lit a candle on 01/09/2020:
    "Thank you, Tom for your friendship, all the life lessons, and especially the wonderful stories. Deepest condolences to family and friends left behind. Tom had a great life because of your love and support. He appreciated your love and kindness more than you will ever know. Gary, Karen and Stacy Manley. "

  • Phil Pilon lit a candle on 01/03/2020:
    "Tom was one of the greatest men I know. He was a hard honest and caring man that taught me so much about life. He was like a grandfather to me. He changed my life in so many ways and taught me the rewards of working hard and for that I am truly grateful. I'll never forget the long summer days spent working at the farm or the lunches together listening to his tales of Goldendale. I only wish I had more time with him or that I had met him 30 years earlier to see Goldendale in all its glory. We shared the same passion for the outdoors and everytime I see a deer, a bear, goose or duck I cant help but thing of the greatest farmer who ever lived. Tom was my buddy and he will be greatly missed. I just know hes up there right now with Joan and his dogs watching over the sheep of Goldendale. May his legend live on, and his memories stay strong in our hearts. I'll miss you Tom!"


About Thomas Dales

"A Tribute To A Friend" by John Willson. I met Tom thanks to your Uncle Peter who, with Ida, was visiting my home in North Elmsley one summer afternoon in the mid-seventies. I happened to mention to him I was looking for either a retriever or pointer to hunt with and he suggested I visit Joan and Tom at the cottage at Christie Lake as Tom was a breeder of Goldens and might be able to help. It’s not an overstatement to say this suggestion added a whole new dimension to my life, to say nothing of a life-long friendship. When I visited the cottage the next weekend they were just coming up all those 500 steps from the lake surrounded by 7 soaked Goldens and it was awesome. It was great to visit Joan again after so many years and, when I met Tom it was as though I’d known him forever also and I signed on for a pup there and then. In our discussions they mentioned they were contemplating moving to Peterborough and part of the reasoning had to do with raising and training Goldens so, at some point, I informed them that was a mistake and they should come to Perth instead because the type of property they were seeking was cheaper here and the duck hunting infinitely better. Of this latter fact I had no proof other than, from my experience, there simply wasn’t anywhere better. They must have listened for their visits to Christie broadened into a search for their dream location and they came to our home one day, totally excited, to say they had found it on Frizell Road and it included a large chunk of the Tay marsh which was a perfect playground for all those Goldens to come. Their subsequent offer to buy was rejected by the owner which cast a real damper on the whole thing but, thanks to some fortuitous vandalism of the house over the next day or so, the owner changed his mind and would sell to them. Tom and I swore that neither of us was responsible. And so they got to embark on, and with a lot of hard work, fulfil their dream together while we shared a beautiful friendship and some amazing times together. ______________________________________ "Our Introduction" A story by Gary Manley. Dr. Thomas Lowell Dales and I became acquainted shortly after the passing of his beloved partner and wife Patricia Joan Dales. The Hanet family, from Joan’s previous marriage, had been caring for Tom and Joan for several years enabling them to stay at the farm. I was hired to be Tom’s companion and cook meals for him. Coming from a business background with no experience in personal care, I wasn’t sure what I was getting into. However, after meeting Tom briefly, we bonded and quickly realized my lack of experience wouldn’t matter, especially since he found out I could sharpen a chainsaw. Our first day together was spent at the kitchen table and Tom told me his life story. There were a lot of tears and I was amazed at everything he had accomplished during almost 90 years. By the end of the day, I had fallen in love with the man. Over the next while, I hope to retell some of the stories he had shared with me, on this website. In the beginning, I was with Tom from noon until 8 in the evening. Homecare visited to make his breakfast and I prepared lunch and supper before helping him get into bed at about 7:30. After an emotional first day, I showed up at the farm on the second day with the fixings for a great lunch. Tom was just getting up from the table after making his own lunch and told me to leave my coat on and grab the chainsaw. Out we went to the wood pile where I sharpened the saw and started it for Tom before handing it to him. I held the logs while he cut with the precision of the expert surgeon that he was. Tom burned through three tanks of fuel and smiled with every cut. As soon as Tom got to the woodpile, he discarded the walker and navigated through the logs using the chainsaw as a cane. This meant frequent sharpening of course. Tom’s grandson Justin is an expert arborist and had been maintaining the chainsaw for him, but Tom couldn’t start it, so there was a lot of joy in the woodpile that day. From that day on, most of our time was spent outside working. Freezing cold and snow never kept us indoors, but on rainy days we would watch nature programs on TV and Tom would tell me stories, some of which I will be sharing.