Dear family of Mr. Storrs McCall,
I am sure you will have many memories of the best times with Storrs for years to come. At Nature Conservancy, we will do our best to preserve this natural heritage that is North River Farm. My sincere sympathies especially to you Ann!
Mes plus vives sympathies chère
Ann.à toi et à tous vos proches.
La perte de ce compagnon de si longue vie qui,a de toute évidence, contribué à ton incroyable vitalité à l’épanouissement de ta créativité et à la lumière que tu sais faire rayonner autour de toi est en un sens irréparable; toutefois la part de lui que tu portes en toi,elle, demeurera intacte.
Je t’embrasse tout doux.
France
I was deeply moved to read about Storr’s passing, though I knew his health was fading. He was one of the very first people I met when I arrived at McGill in 1977. Unlike most of his colleagues, I always thought of him as an Africanist as he was on the African Studies committee with me, and we often talked about his deep attachment to Uganda and what is now South Sudan, born of his teaching at Makerere back in the day. He seemed to know everything and everyone, and indeed his contemporaries from his time in East Africa were moving into offices of importance. Storrs always had a new insight or anecdote about the region, and I suppose we shared something that most of his colleagues in Philosophy weren’t in the least aware of or cared about. But it was a continuous link of deeply shared interest that we carried forward over the next 40 years. And at some point I believe we shared one of a series of field vehicles we had in Kenya with Storrs and Ann who were on a memorable safari.
Storrs was one of most urbane and witty people I knew, and, together with you, Ann, was always a delight to share a meal with at home, or run across on campus, in the Faculty Club dining room, in Westmount, or on the bus. I even ran across Storrs in one of the colleges at Oxford the year I was on sabbatical there, a place where I saw through Godfrey Lienhardt and his brother Peter where Storr’s affection for the Sudan came from: the crossroads of Britain and Sudan that Oxford embodied, spawned by Evans-Pritchard years before.
We’ll miss him, do miss him already. I would be honored to attend the Memorial Service on Dec. 3rd and the visitation that morning. I’m afraid I will come alone as Barbara’s ALS condition is such that she is not mobile and can’t sustain stress, even the gracious stress that this event will be. What cruel irony that someone who like Ann loved riding and later dancing should have her body let her down. Storrs had a long and rich life, which is something we can all celebrate.
I, among so many, was captivated by the warmth and impish vitality that seemed to emanate from Storrs. Both Storrs and Ann were the soul of grace and kindness, so typical of Ann's mother, my dear aunt Kitty.if I may quote W.S. Gilbert regarding Storrs..."Good temper triumphed in his face"