A legacy of service and mentorship

Kildonan-River East

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This article was published 23/07/2025 (389 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

On Nov. 20, 2024, after a long day at the legislature, I turned off my phone to be present with my husband and children —something we intentionally aim to do on Wednesdays. When I turned it back on, I found a voicemail from Mrs. Irene Schellenberg. When I called her back, I learned the heartbreaking news that Harry Schellenberg had passed away. She asked me to please share the news with our community.

The remainder of the evening I spent calling, emailing, and texting as many as I could to let them know about Harry’s passing. My first call was to the Premier. He told me not to forget to take care of myself as well. This was a much-needed reminder as I had been carrying an immense feeling of guilt for not being able to take Irene’s call. The next morning, bright and early, was spent organizing with the House Leader to ensure Harry would be properly honoured in the Legislative Assembly. I vividly remember allowing myself to shed a few tears while listening to Minister Schmidt, MLA for Rossmere, read the tribute of Harry’s life and contributions, immediately before having to compose myself to deliver my own members statement.

Harry’s legacy is one I carry with me every day. His work with the German language program was groundbreaking, and I often worry about its future without him. I have been working with and advocating for Manitoba Parents for German Language Education. More than his professional accomplishments, Harry had a profound personal impact on my life.

I first met Harry as a high school student organizing a fundraiser. I had invited all the local politicians, but he was the only one who showed up. Years later, he became my mentor and close friend during my political campaign. When I was asked to run for office, I had asked Harry to meet me at possibly the most well-known North Kildonan meeting spot — Salisbury House on Henderson — and asked for his advice. His first response of “Who will take care of your kids?” was disappointing, but not unexpected. Being a woman in politics comes with its own set of challenges, and childcare is certainly one of them.

After my nomination, as I began door knocking in the toughest polls, Harry would always ask, “When are you going to knock on my door?” Eventually, my husband, kids, and I visited the Schellenberg home — a memory I’ll always cherish.

Harry Schellenberg was more than a politician. He was a mentor, a friend, and a champion for education and community. I will always hold space for him in my heart.