Mr. Hunter was a very important part of many of our lives.
He was tough and demanding. He held us accountable, yet was encouraging.
He enjoyed a good story or joke and walk around the lake or the along the waterfront.
He enjoyed sailing, swimming, flying kites.
He read a lot and constantly imparted his newly discovered break-throughs regarding life, music and cello playing to all who were around him. As Anne already mentioned, he sought knowledge and truth constantly.
He enjoyed good food, from Chish and Fips, to a bowl of soup, to a well mixed vinagrette
with keens mustard, or a spaghetti dinner with the sauce that Tony showed him how to make,
to Jungle juice, raw green peppers he would share if the lesson got a bit heavy, to the old standard pot of tea (a two bagger).
Though we never knew his children too much personally, we felt like we did as he always spoke highly of them all and was a very proud grandpère. Thank you for sharing your dad, as he devoted many hours to sharing his knowledge of music with us. We are thinking of Mrs. Hunter too, a gifted musician herself. Mr. Hunter was proud to say they had the longest marriage in 'the business'. Our thoughts and prayers are with them all.
There is so much to say, but that's my contribution for now. He won't be forgotten.
We were honoured to have known James Hunter and to have been in Victoria for those golden years of the Conservatory. So many were beneficiaries of his life and so together, we salute him.
Here's to Mr. Hunter. Merci Beaucoup, Monsieur.