Dwight Lemoine Hunter Jr.

I can only think back fondly to those wonderful days in Lake Placid. Dwight's warm humor and sense of fun brought joy to my parents and those of us in the younger generation. We looked forward eagerly to Dwight and Lucy's visits. They never came often enough, and as is now evident, they will never be forgotten! Wonderful memories help at the time of loss! Sincerely,
Adele Eells Pierce

A long term person whom you were proud to call friend. When you would visit his home he was constantly sharing pictures of his grandchildren and daughters. If he know someone you should know he would set a lunch and share their friendship with you. He was well known to everyone and a friend to everyone. A husband, father, grandfather and greatgrandfather and a person I called friend. He will be dearly missed.

My time with Mr. Hunter was incrediable. Thirty minutes a week for about five or six years we would have a golf lesson. It consisted of five swings and twenty five minutes of the best stories I have ever heard. Mr. Hunter will never be forgotten.

What a beautiful man. Reading your history, I never knew about your ability to play piano, and I wish that I had the pleasure of listening to you play. And Golf ? I never had the chance to tag along at Brook Hollow and play a round with you. When I was married (18 years ago ) you sent us a wastebasket. I thought, at the time, what a silly gift. We still have it. I see it every day, just inside our front door. I think of you, all the time, when we use this masculine container ( with mallard...

One of the first times that I met Dwight was at Nancy and Peter's rehearsal dinner. During the middle of John Horton's toast Dwight good naturedly corrected John for inappropriately using "me" instead of "I". That was Dwight, fun, irreverent and fastidious in his grammar and attire. I was blessed to know him.

I met Mr. Hunter at Brook Hollow GC on the driving range. He was always so nice and complementary. I know how much he loved his girls because he talked about them about as much as he talked about golf. I was lucky to have known him.

My memory of Dwight is real simple: He always greeted you with a big smile and a welcoming hand shake and seemed to be in an external good mood.

I get a grin on my face every time I think about Dwight. What fun to reflect on our many golf related conversations, or looking at the bright blue pants with red/white stripes he handed down to me. Both are a reflection of his radiant personality and the fun he had being around his friends and family. We could all use a few more people like him in our lives. Perhaps T-shirts should be made "Be like Dwight". I think he would love that!!!

I am so sorry that I never had a chance to meet Mr. Hunter. I came on board as the CEO of the Arthritis Foundation, North Texas in April 2004 and have heard stories about what a wonderful person he was. My thoughts and prayers are with you all.