Ward A. Hunt

Ward Hunt Obituary

Ward A Hunt A lifelong Fox Island resident passed away in the loving presence of family & friends on Saturday, 9 Apr. 2011. He was preceded in death by his wife RoseAnn & son Howard. Ward was a 30 year veteran of the Mchord Fire Dept. and a volunteer fireman for Fox Island. He was an avid fisherman, beloved husband, father, uncle & friend. He is survived by his daughter Connie Connelly (her husband Steve and grand daughter Dani), along with many nieces and nephews. There will be a celebration of his life at the Fox Island Community Center on Saturday 16 Apr. at 3:00 p.m. In lieu of flowers a donation may be made to Franciscan Hospice house of University Place.

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Published by News Tribune (Tacoma) on Apr. 13, 2011.

Memories and Condolences
for Ward Hunt

4 Entries

Old Fishermen Never Die

Rebekah LovellFord

April 18, 2011

I will miss how Uncle Ward and Aunt Rosie made everyone feel like they were the most important person in the world when they talked to you. I will miss the smell of Uncle Wardy's pipe and how when he would catch my eye he would wink and say "Hey Blonde". I feel so blessed to have had two of the most wonderful people in my family and as my role models.

Peg LovellFord

April 18, 2011

I was introduced to Ward in the summer of '79, as a friend of Jim Ford, his nephew and my current husban; invited several of us from the Channel program to spend the 4th of July with his family at his Aunt and Uncles home on Fox Island. We proceeded to plug up the toilet, much to Wards dissatisfaction.
Little did I know at the time that I would spend almost every 4th of July with them over the next 30 years.
Swimming off the dock, Ward watching for fires on the 4th, and let alone one his own fence! Firework competition, until we capitulated to Sherry. Not this year!!!
I was fortunate to get to go to the Sko with Ward and Rosie, Jim spoke very fondly of Ward showing them all how to fish the Sko, spending a few weeks before the event preparing leads and placing them carefully in the special envelopes. There are still envelopes in the basement, waiting for leads to be taken on a trip. I also learned everyword to Elvira.
Never did I think I would learn how to scrape logs, I always dreamed of living in a log home as a young woman; learning how labor intensive logs are to keep up left me not wanting to live in one, but visiting Ward and Rosie in their log home worked just fine.
I am saddened by Wards passing, will miss the stories, the discussions about politics and his questions of how my daughters Ray and Blonde were doing.
Ward I wanted to take you out to the Hood canal on the Dewatto, Tahuya and Little Quil and show you the smolt traps I am working on this spring; ho hum, you had other plans. Say Hi to Rosie, and if you see my Mom, say Hi to her too.

Gerry Pinero

April 15, 2011

Go be where you belong. By Rosie your wife, whom you long for all your life and in her passing almost 2yrs ago.
I know you will have a seat a the table by Jesus. Be well my friend, be well.

April 13, 2011

If you ask me about memories I think about the log cabin on the North side of Fox Island. My hands know the soft warm feel of the wood, the scents of the kitchen where I played as a toddler with measuring spoons and all of the pans and things in the lower drawers and cupboards while Rosie baked. Her voice was like a song bird. I know the scent of Wardie's pipe and the "all is right in the world" feel when I watched him lean back in the rocker, his hand on the head of his dog, telling stories about his life, and laughter would wheeze up into almost a whistle as he laughed at the humor of all good things.

I know how the rug felt under me and all my sisters and brother and Connie and Howie as we watched slides of camping trips to the Olympics and the ocean, sldies of us as babies and as we grew and almost every photo touched off a memory and we would laugh so hard our sides hurt and tears came to our eyes.

Wardie and Rosie, we called them Uncle and Aunt. I knew if anything ever happened to my parents they would take us in. They taught me the meaning of the kitchen table. A place to gather around, elbow to elbow, hip to hip, sharing thoughts and stories, looking out the windows at the sea, feeling the warmth of the home, the food cooking.

My memories are too varied and numerable to fit in here, they are most of my life since we grew up on Fox Island, and I hardly looked at my own parents without also seeing their best friends, Rosie and Wardie.

My mother left us too soon, and then Rosie, and my heart is comforted knowing they met Wardie with open arms, as Connie says. Now they are probably sitting by a campfire on an endless flowing river, the stars so close they shine from the tips of their fingers. And the stories, they are just getting warmed up to tell.

To Wardie, who helped me perfect the art of putting a nightcrawler on a hook, and releasing a bat from my line at twilight. Thanks for the memories! We love and miss you!

T.L. Stokes

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