27 Main St. County Road 8
P.O. Box 142
Elgin, ON K0G 1E0
Phone: 613 359-5555
Fax: 613 359-6329

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Condolence From: Lane Prentice
Condolence: Many will miss you and your wild sense of humour and, of course, the annual "Muskox Newsletter.
Thursday May 03, 2018
Condolence From: Blaine Sleep
Condolence: Rest In Peace Mr Payne.
You were my favourite High School teacher.
Our Education System would be in a far better place if your style was the norm.
Thursday May 03, 2018
Condolence From: Paul Kristensen
Condolence: David John Payne was a modest man. Unmarried and without family beyond his parents, teaching was his passion and his life.

I first met up with him in Grade 9 geography and, because of his relaxed teaching style where I gained a wealth of knowledge outside the core curriculum, I continued to take a class of his throughout the rest of my high school years at Cartwright High School.

Mr. Payne did not just teach me geography and terms such as "col" and "tarn". He taught me how to put things in point form and pull the key thoughts from a paragraph. As a result, I learned to take a complex narrative of information and glean, “what is this really saying”, and then present it so that others could understand it too. Those skills stood me in good stead, many times over the years.

He was also my Grade 12 home room teacher and grade 12 English teacher. It was where I became aware of the injustice of the apartheid issue in South Africa, when we read Alan Paton's "Cry The Beloved Country". And Harper Lee's one-hit-wonder "To Kill a Mockingbird" examined American race relations through the eyes of Scout.

Although, he could be affable in his nature, he was not to be trifled with and his patience had it's limit. In one English unit, we were to read Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World". When the class was getting too rambunctious, he let loose. He was going to make us "sweat blood"! We were to have the book read, and the unit assignment completed, "by tomorrow". Normal delivery would have been a week, or two.

But there was also Outer's Club that evening at Mr. Fletcher's boathouse, which I was not going to miss. So I finished reading the book that night after I got home, and worked well into the wee hours to finish the assignment. I was not going to compromise my fun, nor was I going to disappoint him, with a late assignment.

He was one of several teachers who gave his spare time gladly to leading the school's Outer's Club. We enjoyed outdoor activities such as hiking, camping and ice fishing. But the highlight of each school year was the annual pilgrimage to an old camp that he was part owner in, on the north shore of Lake Superior at the mouth of the Steel River, east of Terrace Bay. Friday afternoon, of the May long weekend, we would load into a few cars and vans, and begin the arduous journey that would take us until breakfast the next morning to arrive. A couple of hours sleep for the teacher-drivers, and we were set to go. We enjoyed this wilderness oasis until Monday morning when, reluctantly, it was time to begin the journey home.

When a student or teacher first came to CHS in those years, they were assigned to one of the three house teams (Alicats, Tigers or Ookpiks) for their tenure at the school, to participate and cheer on our team members across all grades and faculty for such things as Winter Carnival and one-act plays. David Payne and I were both Alicats. Go Alicats!

After graduating from high school, I was working in Oshawa during my UW co-op work-terms. I would often drop into the McLaughlin Public Library branch to pass the time in the evenings, and Mr. Payne was often there, as was his habit. We would catch up and share a conversation. After marrying and moving from the area, I only met up a couple of more times. But on each occasion, it seemed like we had only spoken just yesterday, and we picked up where we left off.

He was the son of the late John Wilson Payne and Eliza Kathleen Dowsett. He will be buried alongside his parents in Portland United Church Cemetery, later in the spring.

He "slipped the surly bonds of Earth", this past March 8th.

It is with great respect, that I will remember him fondly.
Thursday April 19, 2018
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