SEIDEL, Werner - It is with great sadness that the family of Werner Seidel announces his peaceful passing after a brief illness on Friday, August 5th, 2016, at the age of 68 years.

  He was born on July 12th, 1948 in Wilhelmshaven, Germany. Werner was predeceased by his father, Herbert Erich Werner Seidel, mother, Irene Maria Seidel (nee Loth), older brother, Hans Werner William Seidel, and sister-in-law, Renata Jacobs (nee Buck). He is survived by his wife of 36 years and lifelong companion of 62 years, Sybille Seidel (nee Buck) of Cornwall, Ontario, his son, Andrew Seidel (wife, Amanda Kelly) of Mono, Ontario, his nephew, Michael Jacobs (wife, Dominica Terrasi) of Ottawa, Ontario, his sister-in-law, Ingrid Buck of Cornwall, Ontario, his sister-in-law, Waltraud Seidel (nee Holstein) of Chateauguay, Quebec, and nieces Margaret and Monica Seidel of Chateauguay, Quebec.
  There will be a small private ceremony in his memory, interment will be at the Ormstown Union Cemetery at a later date.


  from Phil Gies: Werner was a good fellow to work with, always a positive attitude and ready to laugh.
  Back in 1973 someone organized UL ACC canoe trip in the Laurentians after the winter ice was long gone from most lakes. We started with 7 or 8 (dry) canoes and ended with 1 less (it broke in half) and the majority of the others turned turtle or otherwise took on water. A combination of lack of experience, daring combined with beer and other booze, made for a memorable day. Among the many experiences two stand out, Al Yeadon walking on water, and Werner's boots.
  During the late morning Werner's canoe sort of sank, half of a turtle turn. If memory serves Bob Keigan was in the stern, Werner in the bow. When they regained control, the water was only 2 or 3 feet deep on the other side of a small set of rapids, Werner had lost a boot, a brand new boot he said. Later in the afternoon at the end of the run as they came to shore Werner threw away his one remaining boot. About 20 minutes later the last canoe arrived and brought Werner's other boot, the one he lost in the rapids.
  We ended the day at a brasserie somewhere in the Laurentians and watched Les Habs beat the Black Hawks and cheered along with Werner in his sock feet. The locals thought we were crazy.