Daniel WOOD

I attended the New School for a couple years in 1970-71 and 1971-72. A quirky (private) "free school" of hippiedom learning in the 60s and 70s. It was marvellous. In addition to frequent camping adventures around the province, the best part was Dan Wood, who told us ghost stories after we kids got settled into the old chesterfield, while he held court. It was from Dan that I learned all about the jungles of Borneo, visions of humid darkness and scary apparitions lurking all about. He had legitimate authority in telling these tales, because after all, he'd been there, in person. We were enthralled.

Best teacher ever. I am deeply saddened at his passing.

So sad to hear this news. My earliest memories of Daniel Wood are of a tall, young US ex-pat: thoughtful, idealistic, a natural teacher, and always up for a good time. He left us with many fond memories. I'm grateful for his time among us.

Daniel especially wanted to be known as a great teacher, not just a good writer. To me he was that, a teacher of life as well as a great writer. God speed.