Logan Bennett Vincent
July 11, 1930 – August 16, 2017
Born in Hartford, Nova Scotia; Logan was the third youngest of 14 children to John Sydney Osborne Vincent and Mercy Mae Mooring. In 1948 Logan left Nova Scotia to begin his service with the Armed Forces at CFB Chilliwack. In 1950 he married Connie Stromquist and
in 1952 he traded his Army boots for Caulk boots and began his adventures. The lure of West Coast logging and camp life brought them to Redonda Bay in ‘52 where they raised four of five children for the next 7 years. Coastal living around Campbell River, Quadra, Cortez
and Redonda Islands was full of logging, fishing and general
rousing liveliness; much of this shared with all the Stromquist brothers – in- laws and their families! The stories from those years kept us all wildly and endlessly entertained as Logan was an excellent storyteller! Work then brought the family to Silver Creek in Hope, there Logan built his family home
and added child five to the mix. The following years were busy with hunting, fishing and thousands of high mountain
driving miles in his logging truck working for Cattermole Timber. Always a hard worker and reliable provider, Logan
also had a reputation for his practical jokes and joke telling flair as he was happiest getting people to laugh. He was a serious father but a real cut up with everyone he met! The Maritimes always ran deep in his veins and he was proud of all his family from both coasts. Logan always shared his
enthusiasm for the outdoors with his family plus he had a real passion and knack for gardening as his ever expanding gardens proved! He loved the Hawaiian Islands, RV travel, camping and photography which led him along many
happy trips with family over so many special years together.
Logan is survived by Connie Vincent and children; Betty – Ann Vincent (Ken), Kathy Vincent (Adolf), Iver Vincent (Barb), Dana Vincent, Lisa Garneau (Ian), 9 Grandchildren, 9 Great
Grandchildren, 1 Great Great Grandchild and siblings Herrick Vincent and Gladys Sleigh.
We lovingly know Our Dad’s Final Trip is a peaceful one; he’s sitting in his gardens awaiting his favourite beautiful
sunset as the Blue Nose II sails past, humming “ The Sun was setting in the West, the Birds were Singing in Every Tree..”
He’s thinking fondly of all those Seeds of Laughter he has sown and grinning from ear to ear.