Dean McKENZIE

Though he was not a teacher of mine specifically I remember him well as being a unique spirit. As an adult, I worked at the U of A hospital and crossed paths with him again as a staff member. He remembered me and was still the kind soul I knew years before. Sad to hear of his passing.

So sad to hear of Dean's passing - thinking of you Linda and Maureen - it's always hard to let someone so close, go. Love you gals! Warmest thoughts are with you! Brenda and Lew

His influence on his students was significant. He will be remembered as a friend, as well as a teacher.

... as a sister from the same prairies who appreciates so much your poetry and contributions to our world ... I salute you, Dean. Most sincere apologies to the family and friends of this most honored and remembered poet and citizen of the world.

Dean, we've mused much over the past years, about ' art' something we both shared deeply....that has come along way from the days back in Colgate Saskatchewan where you were my grade 8 teacher. I have so appreciated the full circle of our discourse on the who and whats of an artist. Your poem URN, will live on with me resonating such insight and clarity, of the potter spinning her pots. Keep singing Dean ! With much respect. Sandi

Mr. Mackenzie taught me art and English at M.E.LaZerte, he inspired me greatly, I remember going to a few of your poetry readings after I graduated and I still called you Mr. Mackenzie after several times you told me to call you Dean! And out of respect for you I could never call you Dean. You will never be forgotten and forever have my respect!

Friends from hometown originations. What does one say about a man whose persona was that of a wordsmith regarding an array of venues including prose, poetry, music and other art forms. From humble beginnings at Hubbard, Sask, came a talent, which both communicated and celebrated the virtues and soul of the Hinterland, reminiscing of past times of growing up in the Prairie landscape and the interface and transcendence to the Metropolis. His vocabulary was extensive, his wit was legendary, and his laughter was unique. Will miss our sociological musings and critiques of small town railway stations and grain elevators. A memory forever - at one of the Hubbard reunions, Dean dressed with a western poncho walking down the street with guitar in hand singing one of his ballads. Hubbard has lost one of its Ambassadors!

Dean Mackenzie was my teacher back in 1959 in Bromhead, Sask. I'm sure it was his first teaching job. Some of his students were as old as he was! Dean boarded, with Mrs. O'Donnel. His room was upstairs. He would open his window early in the morning and play a wake-up call on his bugle. Dean also took his bugle to the Estevan Bruin hockey games, which would cause a little hooting among the fans. Many years later, through Dean's sister, Linda, we connected again via telephone. I had many wonderful conversations with Dean as we reminisced about the Bromhead days. Dean had a great memory, and he had a lasting impact on us Bromhead prairie dogs. Peace be with you Dean.

thank you so much for encouraging my muse in high school. 20 years later this poet is still writing and painting! until we meet again,
ryan baier.

Some of my earliest memories include Dean. He was a brilliant, memorable man and I know that he will be missed by all who knew him. Our condolences to all those who loved Dean.
Elaine and Al