Sending our love to you, Sue, Jodi, Joe, and family. We are grateful we got to meet and spend a some time with Brian on his visits to Montreal. It was lovely to read more about him here. May he rest in peace.

My heartfelt condolences, Sue, to you and your family. What a beautiful photo montage. I always enjoyed seeing you and 'Mister' on stage, and our daughter Ellen remembers vividly the time she volunteered to come on stage with you both and join in the fun. She was about 5 years old. Thank you for that lovely memory. Rest in peace, dear Mister.

One of the positions I undertook with the Winnipeg School division was to teach the inner city Alternative Behaviour Class. I would usually have eight children from Kindergarten to grade 3 in the program. They would be with me for three months, attending my classroom in the morning and then going back to their home classrooms in the afternoon. My job was to teach them strategies to allow them to overcome behavioural issues and to remain in their classrooms and to thrive there. In that time I met many teachers of varying skills but when I had the good fortune to spend time in Brian’s class I met a teacher who was very different from any other teacher that I worked with. He taught a grade three class in an inner-city neighbourhood. As all inner city classrooms, his classes would be comprised of children with many emotional challenges. I was impressed by the way that he maintained a very calm and reassuring presence. He never raised his voice. He was able to use items to be had in the surrounding area to teach the science and math curriculum. I watched in awe as he took the class out on a cold winter day to collect snow from the school yard and to then bring it back to class in individual containers so that each child could observe and record what they witnessed. They journaled their observations and he urged a class discussion which soon became lively and fun. Each child had a chance to tell us what they had learned. One of the ways in which he rewarded completed assignments was to have the class build a domino chain which over time went all around the classroom. The climax was when they set off the chain reaction and then made a video of it. They again journaled their experience. Where he found so many dominoes, only Brian knew. He was a remarkable teacher who had a profound effect on my teaching as I later taught grade four and five classes. He became a good friend and I’ll miss him.

I knew Brian vaguely in Kenora in high shcool although we were in different grades. He gave a me a ride to Krnora when I was hitchhiking from Winnipeg, in 1971. I never forogt his kindness, and reminded him of it when I encountered him much later probably about 2015 or so. I was hoping to tlak wioth him agian but couldn't locate him

Always when we visited Brian had an insight, a comment, a hilarious remark or a grumble to contribute to our conversation. Out in the bush and at home in the inevitable chaos of a five child family he maintained a steady charming commanding presence.

I am probably one of the few people who failed to " get" it when he undertook to teach me new math which he so skillfully imparted to his students.

I saw Brian as a truly good, completely original comlicated man who loved the world of nature, looked always for understandings and made genuine contributions to his family and community. I'll miss his caustic take on it all. My condolences to all and my honouring of the words used by Amber in her tribute. He will be missed that deeply!

The Proctor house was my second home during the turbulent teen years, right when I needed it. I will always be grateful to Brenda for befriending me and her entire family for taking me in, first as a visitor, next as someone who would never leave, and eventually as a caregiver to Andrea, Erin and Jody. (Jeremy made it very clear he was too old to be babysat).

My favourite moments with Brian were smoking in the porch or getting a ride home after a babysitting gig and chatting about the various images that make up The Big Picture. When I envision him in my mind, he is dressed as Mister.

He was one of a kind. My condolences to the friends, family, colleagues, neighbours and spaces on Earth that will miss his presence, of which there are clearly many.

My deepest condolences to all the Proctor family. I had the pleasure of meeting Brian when he visited Brenda's family in Victoria BC several times over the years, and enjoyed his stories, wit, and warm energy. He was a special man.