Brent Leckie

My condolences to the family of Brent. I grew up with the family when they lived in the Lovett, Kitchener Ave. Rectory St. area, Brent and Greg and myself were Scouts of the 26th troop at All Saints on Hamilton Rd. Brent was a year ahead but Greg and I had classes at both Wheable and Beal, again my condolence, my memories of that era in the neighbourhood were always good.

Mr. Leckie was one of my favorite teachers growing up. A man that had an impact on the way we grew and matured. May he rest in peace and his memories hold a warm spot in his family’s heart.

Mr Leckie was one of my son’s teachers at HW Burgess, he was such a good teacher and a nice man. Sorry to the family for your loss. Janice MacKinnon

Brent was married to my cousin Janice. When we were very young Brent would get out his guitar and sing songs to us Brockett kids.. ( all 5 of us ) Janice, so sorry to hear about Brents passing and the recent passing of your Mom and our Aunt.. Andie.. He was just so easy going with small kids and a great jokester too ..Will never forget him..

Mr Leckie was a wonderful teacher, definitely one of my favourites at HW Burgess. I remember especially being thrilled when he would bring in his guitar - we knew it would be a great day. He was so kind. I am very sorry to his family for your loss.

So sorry to hear of Brent's passing. Brent and Janice were great neighbours on Bentley Dr. and have been greatly missed since they moved. Heartfelt condolences to Janice and the family.

Brent, I will never forget how quick you always were to share a smile. We're having Chinese in your honour!

Our heartfelt condolences to Brent's family. He will certainly leave a legacy of smiles and love. Having taught with Brent at DAGordon in Wallaceburg, he was a ray of French sunshine.

“Monsieur Leckie” was a FAVOURITE TEACHER for 3 of our children in Wallaceburg 50 years ago !!! One of the friendliest and most energetic people we had ever met !! Our family is proud to have known Brent…condolences to the Leckie family, with our love !!

I'll miss Brent's friendly smile and wonderful voice.

Dear family, I was so very saddened to hear of Brent's passing. He was always such a joy to be around during our theatre days together. He was and is an angel. My deepest sympathies to you all. Sincerely, Audrey Hummelen

My condolences to his family. Amazing person was my French Teacher 1990s

Dear Brent (with apologies to those that don’t like reading), H.O.F.L.A.N.D. My mind keeps returning to one phrase in your obituary, “Brent never met a stranger”. These few genuine words help me understand how Brent and I became friends in 1969 after my family moved to from BC to London. Mom and Dad bought a house in Glen Cairn Woods. You lived way over on the other side of the City. I enrolled in the local high school, G. A. Wheable, and if it wasn’t for both being in the same homeroom, Form 11G (if I recall), our paths probably never should have crossed, but I am glad they did. You were good in French. I got my only ever “F” on a Progress Report for French 11. I was into the sciences and track and field, and you thrived on music and choir. But, there we were. I was the new kid in town and you were my first friend. Thank you. Your passing brought back a flood of memories and I want share some thoughts as I reminisce. The house Mom and Dad bought came with an upright piano (that was too big and heavy for the previous owners to get out of the basement) and a ping pong table. You would come over after school sometimes. I don’t know how you did it or knew how to do it, but you walked right up to the piano and started playing. Anything and Everything. One of your favourites was the theme music for “Batman”. I had trouble with “Chopsticks” – and not just the ones for eating! You could beat me at ping pong, too. The way you played, we should have called it table tennis. You stayed for supper sometimes. We were a meat and potatoes kind of family, and Dad was a big eater back then. I recall we all finished our meals, except for Dad. The “rule” was that no one left the table until everyone was done, so we sat there. Waiting. It seems that we weren’t all waiting for the same thing. I wanted to get going, but when Dad finished, you asked him if he was done. I could almost feel my mother wincing. After he said “yes”, you picked up a serving bowl and served yourself the rest of the potatoes. We waited again. Then, I guess you walked home in the dark – past Janice’s place. You once told me you would look up at her windows as you passed the building where she lived. You will no doubt recall our double date in the winter of ‘69. I know Janice will remember it. You were a year older than Janice and I. I had just turned 16, but you had your driver’s license – and your Mom had a car – and I asked a girl to go out on a double date with the three of us. The memorable part of this for me was the car. It was a station wagon with faux wood paneling on the sides and no back window! So there we were, the two of us brushing the snow off it and out of the back, taping up a sheet of plastic so, if the heater still worked, we would keep warm. No one could see out the back plastic, but we didn’t freeze. Solid. We took another “road trip” one day next summer before I moved back to BC. You drove the same car, but the plastic had fallen off by this time. We went to Fanshawe Lake. By “we”, I mean; you, me, your brother Joe, and another fellow named Ralph Moran. I don’t recall whose idea it was, but somehow we decided to swim across the lake – and neither you nor I were the best of swimmers. I remember being somewhere out in the middle of the lake feeling a bit tired and looking back at where we came from and how far we had to go and then over to Joe and Ralph on air mattresses. We were over half way, so we kept going. Then, the Yacht Club started out with what seemed like a thousand sailboats. At least we had company, and they would have life jackets. Afterwards, somehow, the four of us, and the air mattresses got back to the other side of the lake and to the safety of your Mom’s car with no back window. Often times over the years you thanked me for helping you get your first job. I had a part-time job working in a local convenience store. It wasn’t much of a job for $1 an hour, but at least it put a little jingle in our pockets. I don’t think either of us spent it very wisely, but at least we had spending money for while. Then, ten months later, when school was out for the summer, our family moved back to BC ending what I like to think of as one of the best times of my life. In those days, everyone wrote letters. We wrote many of them, back and forth for years. You were thrilled in one of the letters after our son was born and I told you that his middle name was “Brent”. You claimed we name him after you. I guess I did in a way. We actually gave him my middle name – something else we share. You always signed these letters: H.O.F.L.A.N.D. We kept in touch the rest of the way through high school, university, into our teaching careers (you: Music and French), (me: Biology and Chemistry) and into our married lives when we got really busy and our focuses and priorities began to change. One thing that didn’t change was the bond that we shared. I have many other memories that I will keep close. Thank you for helping to create them. I have to thank Allan as well for helping keep the memories alive. In writing this, I remind myself that I need to do a better job of keeping in touch and being social – like, you Brent. H.O.F.L.A.N.D. Hope Our Friendship Lasts And Never Dies Roger Brent Prior

Janice I was sorry to hear the news of Brent’s passing. He was such a kind, gentle soul. Greg and him can now share a few songs together. My condolences to you, your family and the extended family.

So sorry for your loss, I remember Brent in high school I was very shy, but Brent always took time to talk with me. I too was involved with Sunday School at St James Anglican Church it always seemed that we continued to see each. I grew up in London, then moved to Wallaceburg and so did Brent. I will always remember his smile just a wonderful caring person he will be missed.

Sending love and deepest condolences Janice and Family. I’ll always remember when Brent played his guitar and sang to us as kids, and bragged to anyone he encountered about changing my diapers when I was young. So sad to lose such a loving and caring guy. Love to all of you! Connie and Family.

We have fond memories of Brent who participated in our gospel group. Brent was excellent at harmony. Also we have fun memories of Brent and Janice when they came to some of our house parties, including our Hawaiian theme party. Janice and family - May you feel comforted by the love surrounding you from family and friends and may God bless.