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Giving selflessly, listening to teenagers’ problems, and taking photos of kids and giving them to appreciative parents were the types of things that gave Wright a purpose in life, Duarte added. “That’s when he was at his happiest.”
His work with tenants’ rights followed his time at Dawson, as well as a stint tending bar and location scouting for the film industry. It was in the mid-’80s when Bennett, director of the Housing Hotline, received an unsolicited call from Wright to volunteer. A keen learner under Bennett, he became an expert in rental laws, regularly fielding 60 calls a day and working at weekend clinics.
He fought for condo conversion laws that protect tenants on the Island of Montreal and once negotiated for a downtown developer to pay $65,000 to buy an elderly tenant’s lease. “I’ve never seen a settlement like that before or since,” Bennett said.
With Bennett’s blessing, he and colleague Bob Jones started the Westmount Legal Clinic. Upon leaving, he provided the Housing Hotline with “an inch-and-a-half thick” training manual. “He made a major contribution to creating the whole hotline and clinic structure that we set up.”
Wright is survived by his five siblings: Rosemary Wright, Sandra Gilmer, Marlene Matwie, Michael Wright, and Melissa Demchyshen. His friends are looking at naming a park bench in his name and expect to soon launch a GoFundMe page.
Remembering David X
David X passed away on Sunday, October 11, 2020, at the age of seventy-one.
David is and always will be, a fighter.
Up until the very last moments of his life, he continued to rally with every fiber of his being.
As many who knew him will recount, he wasn't always the easiest person to get along with as the spirit of a fighter often comes with many casualties. But if he liked you, he would move heaven and earth to help.
He lived his life with three tenets that he repeated constantly: honesty, trust, and respect.
Goodbye David, and Thank you.
Dennis Murphy (BA 67), who played an integral role in advancing the reputation of Concordia’s Department of Communication Studies,
passed away on November 20, 2018, in Montreal. He was 72.
Remembering Roy Halladay
by Roger Senpai
Harry Leroy Halladay III, better known as Roy Halladay, died at the age of 40 on November 7, 2017. He was involved in a tragic plane accident he piloted in the Gulf of Mexico. He was born in Denver, Colorado on May 14, 1977, son of Roy II and Linda.
His love for baseball was profound at an early age. As a child, he would practice his pitching with Roy II in the basement during the harsh winter season in Arvada, the suburb of Denver he grew up in. His hard work, competitive spirit and ambition at a young age led him into Major League Baseball, where he was drafted by the Toronto Blue Jays in 1995. After spending three years training in the Blue Jays’ minor league, he became a starting pitcher for the team in 1998. He was a crucial player for the Blue Jays in the 2000s. In 2010 he was traded to the Philadelphia Phillies, spending four years with the team until his retirement in 2013. He achieved several accomplishments and milestones during his 16-year career, including 8 All-Star appearances, the Cy Young Award in 2003 and 2010, and his memorable “perfect game” on May 29, 2010 against the Florida Marlins.
Outside of the mound, he was known for being humble and respectful, never letting his success affect the way he treated others. In his final season in 2013, he signed a one-day contract with the Blue Jays so he could gracefully retire with the team he started his career with.
He is survived by his two sons, Braden and Ryan, and his wife, Brandy (Gates).
Before I was ever Frank Kermit, I was just Frank, a college student and young adult trying to figure things out.
It was while I was in college that I met Lily.
Such a sweet young lady, with a friendly smile.
It was a time when I was still trying to find myself and wasn't always the most calibrated person.
Lily never held that against me.
I will always remember her as the pretty young lady that was very friendly to me, in a time when a number of other people were not. She always complimented me on my eyes, and made me feel really special sometimes. She could make me smile on days that I didn't feel that I much to smile for.
Lily and I lost touch after college. After my surgery in 2015 and difficult recovery, I had always intended to look her up to see how she was doing, however, life got in the way and it never happened. I really wish now that I had.
To her family and friends, I wish all who knew her peace and healing.
Good-bye Lily, and Thank You.
Below is the cover of a book
that Lily Baranello wrote.
If you click on it, you will be able to buy a copy.
In Montreal, on Sunday, August 27, 2017 at the age of 46 years LILIANA BARANELLO passed away. She will be sadly missed by her husband Vittorio, her cherished son Marco, her parents Agostino and Antonia, her mother-in-law Rosalia (late Giuseppe), her brother Tony(Lily), her brothers-in-law Saverio (Claudia), Corrado (Domenica), Sandro (Rosa) and Johnny (Domenica), her numerous nieces and nephews, other relatives and friends.
Donations in her memory can be made to the MS - Multiple Sclerosis Society of Canada.
Remembering Fred Ward 1937- 2017
by Frank Kermit
I just found out this week that one of the most memorable Dawson College professors I ever had,
passed away this week.
I was trying to track down a photo of him on the Internet,
to make an entry on my blog
but to no avail yet.
Fortunately, someone found my blog article on Fred Ward, and sent me a photo of him.
I am also going to ask anyone that would like to write something in memory of
to please forward it to me, so I can post it here on the blog.
One of the kindest souls. Listened to you attentively and always gave the best advice. Mr. Fred Ward was a Mentor, and a friend he will be greatly missed by his family and from all that had the privilege to know him. As for myself he has left an enormous mark on me and will forever be remembered as the professor that opened my mind and love for acting and for that I will forever be thankful. Godspeed kind sir.
I have copies to share if you have some ideas.
I recorded Fred reading many of his poems and I have made it available here: https://duende.bandcamp.com/album/fred-ward-reads-his-poems-to-ann-quin-and-larry-1966
Thank you for this appreciation and compilation concerning Fred.
For many of us, that inspiration was Fred Ward. Our teacher and our friend. A man larger than life and humble at the same time. Like most people, Fred's impact came when I was young and full of myself. His patience and subtle manner guided me to influence many decisions that led to being the person I am today. Every word I write, every frame I shoot has breath from Fred's kind soul.
He taught us how to be honest in our art and how that honesty will only make our work stronger. He was right.
There are so many things I want to say, but I'm not sure words could capture the man we loved dearly. So, true to Fred form, I'll stop trying to write and simply write.
I'm not sad by his loss, of course I wish for one more conversation with him--especially now that I'm a little smarter than before. But, I do consider myself very, very lucky to have met such a man and to have felt his love. Anyone who has had the privilege of spending even the briefest moment with the man feels the same.
By no means is any artist ever fully confident in his work, but Fred's impact was that he made us all comfortable enough in ourselves and our work that we persevere and continue expressing our passions. Fred taught us all to move beyond our fears, beyond our insecurities, he taught us to perform or to write with our hearts. And no matter where we all are in our lives, we all are better from having learned from him. Let's cherish his memory and allow his legacy to be the best of ourselves.
-M.J. Di Rocco
Author of The Tale of Bunny The Frog
An extraordinary soul has passed and the world is poorer for his passing. Fred was not my schoolteacher, although he taught me more than many people. He was not my mentor, although his approval, encouragement, support and insight into my work meant the world to me.
Fred's brilliance, uniqueness, originality, kindness, modesty and attention to the human heart was unparalleled. He saw the world in a completely original way. Even his criticism of the world's craziness was tinged with deep, authentic humour and profound respect for human life. His spirituality was a light and a guide and shone on everything he did and everyone he loved. He touched and changed countless lives and inspired generations of young people to become the best they could be.
He helped people discover the talent and power that already lay within themselves, and put them in touch with it. The world will benefit from Fred's genius for generations to come. Fred was a giant. I will miss him deeply.
I’m saddened to read about the passing of Mr. Ward (that’s how I insisted to addressed him) even though he constantly insisted “please, its Fred” I felt that there was a real special importance to his presence which he truly deserved.
I had the pleasure of meeting him through his art work that he produced in his later years (around 1997). Each piece was as unique as he was, all the artwork that Mr. Ward produced came with a unique story about where each piece of handmade paper came from, explaining how it was formed and what it was made of (never forgetting to mention that it was purchased at the Japanese paper store right near Wilensky on Fairmount) his type written signature was always accompanied with a cite of one of his writings, the inspirations to his paper collages.
That was the beginning of our collaborative artistic bond, I was delighted to have the opportunity to frame many of his fine pieces. At that time, I was a small custom framing shop on Laurier Ave. one street south of Fairmount, we just clicked and saw eye to eye as to what type of message we could convey through each framing choice.
I was flattered when invited to attend one of his readings, now that was truly a captivating and mesmerizing experience (unforgettable)!
Mr. Ward came by to gift me one of his amazing pieces, I framed it just like “we” knew it should be, it hangs on my wall in my formal living room in a place of honor to this day.
When I closed down the custom framing business, (2006) we fell out of touch.
Many days I read the type written quote and depending on the circumstances, I could interpret it in many different ways ...today I understand its true meaning...
“Somewhere the same thing was the same thing stays That’s what remembering is.”
From the series: In An Elevator Crowd Mr. Frederick Ward, you will forever “stay” as one of my heartfelt memories.
If anyone reading this also has a sample of Fred Ward's art work, would you please send me a photo of it, and the story of how you acquired it from Fred (if you have one). Thanks!!
Fred Ward Biography as mentioned on:
Born: Kansas City, Missouri
Booker T. Washington grade school
Lincoln High School
University of Missouri, Kansas City Conservatory of Music
Advanced School of Contemporary Music (Toronto)
Dalhousie University (Halifax)
Dawson College (Montréal, Qc.)
Published by Tundra Books:
Nobody Called Me Mine (1977)
A Room Full of Balloons (1981)
Frederick Ward has been described as “the most undeservedly unsung poet in all of English-Canadian literature” (Arc Poetry Magazine).
Born in 1937 in Kansas City, Missouri, the Black-American Ward came to Canada in 1970 – just passing through Halifax – and ended up staying. There he me met Black Nova Scotians recently turfed out of their old community – Africville – which was bulldozed by the city to make way for a dumpsite. Their stories became the basis of his 1974 novel, Riverlisp: Black Memories.
Ward now lives in Montreal where he is a theatre teacher at
A review of Frederick Ward's Blind Man’s Blues
Aug 7, 2009
Moira FarrThe most undeservedly unsung poet in all of English-Canadian literature is Frederick Ward. Born in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1937, he is African-American in heritage, and an expert partisan of many arts. Ward studied art at the University of Kansas and music at the University of Missouri. He learned jazz piano under the tutelage of Oscar Peterson. After slinging words as a Hollywood songwriter, Ward removed to New Mexico where he published, in 1964, his first book, a collection of poems, and then, in Detroit, in 1966, his edited anthology of nine Baha’i poets, including himself—and his great influence and inspiration, the masterful African- American, Afro-modernist Robert Hayden (1913-80). In 1970, en route to Sweden by ship, Ward was waylaid in Halifax, Nova Scotia, by a dock worker’s strike. Abandoning the vessel, Ward soon met dispossessed exiles from the recently assassinated-by-bulldozer community of Africville. His close listening to their stories helped to fuel his first novel, Riverlisp (1974), a Joycean and Jean Toomereque jazz-feast of Black English and psychedelic surrealism. Two more novels followed in 1977 and 1981, but then, save for occasional anthologizations of his scattered bits of new work, along with his arresting script for the National Film Board feature, Train of Dreams (1987), silence. Silence. A crisis of silence.
read more at the link above...
Comments about Fred Ward from students
on the site:
Easily the best professor for the dramatic arts I ever had.
Phenomenally a brilliant man & exceptional character!
He is the best teacher I've ever had. :)
Fantastic teacher and man. Inspiring to say the least, he will care about you from the first minute to the last. HIGHLY recommended.
He inspired me in many ways. The best teacher in Professional Theatre by very far.
A truly beautiful human being and an interesting teacher to say the least :)
Very worldly and knowledgeable! Doesn't give too much work, is a fair marker and is very smart! Extremely recommended!
He is such a sweetheart. He tells so many interesting stories, that you hardly feel like you're in class, and he's unbelievably nice.
Amazing teacher, very inspiring, loved him!! easy going ... recommend 100%!!!!! I got a 95 in his class! he makes it extremely fun and easy
Very inspiring and motivational. Intellectual but very interesting. Definitely should take him... Made drama SO much fun!
Amazing man...I love him!
LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!! he knows so much about what he's doing. he knows exactly what he wants and class is amazingly fun....most inspiring teacher I've ever had!
Fred was the best teacher I've ever had. I love him. Great, great man and wonderful, inspiring teacher. Take him!
One of the most incredible teachers I've ever had!
Very good teacher! Makes you realize a lot of things we tend to neglect about life.
A really good teacher & all around nice guy. Motivating, interesting and honest.
The BEST teacher! Awesome, awesome guy!! Very fun class. You'll love him!
Been thinking recently, after having read John Milton’s sonnet
“On His Blindness” and reflecting on all of the family,
close friends, ex-colleagues, and even ex-students,
who have passed in these 72 years of my life – Jim Riga
By Jim Riga
Call ‘life’ what you want; it's not the least bit fair,
It causes many people grief and despair.
Comprised of numerous ups and downs,
It makes some smile, and others frown.
It knows no borders, tribe or race,
Religion, culture, or color of face.
Yellow, red, brown or white,
It means nothing if you're dark or light.
Loved ones lost, friends gone too,
Look around; so alone are you.
Memories, though pleasant, now remain
Of days now filled with unbearable pain.
Joyous days of yesteryear
And times so filled with pleasant cheer
But now warm times seem all but gone
As time and life do venture on.
The times we knew when we were young
Fleeting as those smiles that sprung
From times when we were young and free
But now bring one much misery.
Now, seldom are those times of gold,
And more fleeting now as we grow old,
So live life now with an open heart,
For life goes on as more friends depart.
Copyright, July 17, 2017
Elvira Di Perna (born Giarrusso)
October 6, 1915 - 10 July 10, 2017
Passed away peacefully at Villa Forum Residence in Mississauga, Ontario on Monday, July 10th. just short of her 102nd. birthday.
Beloved wife of the late Damiano, loving mother of Nicholas (the late Maria), Civita (Joe) and Carmen (Joe). Cherished Nonna of Damian (Mary), Maria, Elvira, Robert (Cheryl), Nicky (Rina), Rosemarie (Paul), the late Stephen (Leanne), and 13 great grandchildren. She also leaves behind her beloved brothers and sisters in Montreal: Domenic (Anna), Assunta (Fortunato) and Victor (Elisa).
Elvira immigrated from Gaeta, Italy in 1949 with her children, to begin a new life with her family in Canada.
She was widowed two years later at the age of 36 and had to overcome many significant challenges in raising a family of three young children and to provide support to her brothers and sisters.
A family woman, the eldest of 13 children, who devoted her entire life in helping her children, grandchildren, as well as her brothers and sisters.
Elvira will be sadly missed and fondly remembered by her many family and friends.
Good bye Elvira, and Thank You.
A Tribute To Charles "Chuck" De Souza 1944-2017
by Jim Riga
It's been almost a week now since I lost one of my best friends,
Chuck, and it's extremely tough coping with the realization that I won't see him any more.
We had known each other for many, many years since we first met at Pius X in the early 70's.
Being in the same English department, and having seen each other quite often in miscellaneous activities, outside school hours, we quickly became buddies .... best friends ... brothers.
His memory is still so fresh, so alive in my mind.
They say that if you have 1 (one) "best friend" in your life, you're lucky.
I'm not talking about acquaintances or just friends. I'm talking about "best friends".
Well, I consider myself to be extremely fortunate in my life because I have had three;
two of them (Lenny & Chuck) have passed on, and it hurts! It hurts a lot .....
It always will.
So, if you are as privileged in life as I am, and you do have a "best friend", someone you can depend on through thick and thin, consider yourself to be one of the rare & lucky people.
Not everyone has!
Cherish that relationship for the wealth that it offers.
Days pass so quickly, that in the blink of an eye,
all those years and that relationship can come to an end.
Cherish your friend .... Talk to each other .... laugh together .....
because life is short and there is no turning back the hands of time.
Rest easy, Charles. A lot of people miss you, Bro.
He will be sadly missed by his brothers Diego (Annette) and Louis (Mandy), his sisters Carmen (late Mathias) and Agnes (late Wavell). He is reunited with his brothers Bonny (Astrid), Marshall (Bertha) and Archie, as well as his parents Manuel and Elizabeth.
He will also be survived and missed by his brother and sisters-in-law and his many nephews and nieces.
Special thanks to CCAC, Von & VHA Home HealthCare, especially Jennifer , PSW, Corrine, RN and Dr. Azi.
By Chuck’s humble wishes, there will be neither visitation nor funeral, and in lieu of flowers, donations to the Canadian Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation are appreciated (cpff.ca).
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