David died on December 4, 2010. The following obituary appeared in the Globe & Mail and the Toronto Star:

David Benson French, O.C.
1939 – 2010

David French was born on Wednesday, January 18, 1939 in Coley’s Point, Newfoundland. It was a snowy, blustery day in the tiny outport, and David’s father arrived home with the doctor in tow to find the baby already nestled in his mother’s arms. David was the third of the five sons born to Edith Benson French and Garfield French; two older boys — Fred and Don — came before him, and twin brothers Wallace and Billy followed a year and a half later.

David’s first years were spent in Coley’s Point, a place he remembered vividly and held close all of his life. During World War II, Garfield, a carpenter, worked for the Eastern Air Command in Canada, and after the war Edith and the boys joined their father in Ontario. Granny French soon came to live with the family, too, and David, who spent many hours reading the Bible to her, became her particular favourite. In Toronto David attended Rawlinson Public School, where he excelled in sports. He went on to high school at Harbord Collegiate, and completed Grade 13 at Oakwood Collegiate, where he made several lifelong friends. David was initially uninterested in books, but in Grade Eight a teacher made him sit down and read a book as a punishment for talking in class. The volume David happened to pull off the shelf was Twain’s The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and by the time he finished reading it he not only knew he wanted to be a writer, he knew that he was one. Almost immediately he started to have poetry published in small magazines.

In the late 1950s and early 60s, David studied acting, first at the Pasadena Playhouse in California, and later at various Toronto acting studios. He got work as a leading man in several CBC television dramas, but soon turned to writing instead. Throughout the 1960s David wrote many half-hour teleplays for the CBC as well as working on the children’s series Razzle Dazzle.

In 1971, David took a draft of a play he was working on to a new theatre in Toronto, the Tarragon, run by Bill Glassco. That play was Leaving Home, which was an enormous success in the Tarragon’s first season and led to a thirty-year collaboration between the two men, with Bill directing each of David’s premiere productions. Leaving Home went on to be produced at every regional theatre in Canada – the first Canadian play to do so. Leaving Home introduced audiences to the Mercers, a family, which, like David’s own, had been transplanted from Newfoundland to Toronto. David wrote four more plays about the Mercer family: Of The Fields, Lately, Salt-Water Moon, 1949, and Soldier’s Heart. David’s other plays include the popular comedy Jitters, the dramas That Summer, The Riddle of the World, and One Crack Out, the mystery Silver Dagger, plus adaptations of The Seagull, The Forest, and Miss Julie. His work has been produced internationally and throughout North America, including on and off-Broadway runs. In recent years, Toronto’s Soulpepper Theatre has staged highly-acclaimed and successful revivals of his work.

David was one of the first inductees into the Newfoundland Arts Hall of Honour. He was a recipient of the Queen’s Silver Jubilee Medal, and in 2001 was appointed an Officer of the Order of Canada.

David was predeceased by his parents and his brother Fred. He is survived by his partner, Glenda MacFarlane, and their daughter Mary; his son Gareth; former spouse and friend Leslie French; brothers Don, Bill, and Wallace and their spouses, as well as his many nieces and nephews and their families. David also leaves behind a host of dear friends across the country, but especially in Toronto and at Cable Head, PEI, where he spent the past forty summers.

A Memorial Service was held on Friday, December 10 at the Metropolitan United Church in Toronto. Many thanks to all of David’s friends who helped to celebrate his life and work so beautifully, all of those who came to the memorial, and all those who have sent condolences. Donations to the Writers Trust (90 Richmond Street East, Toronto M5C 1P1) in David’s memory would be greatly appreciated.


Click here for a link to a slideshow about David’s work on the CBC website.


The following tribute appeared in Performers magazine, a publication for members of ACTRA (Alliance of Canadian Cinema, Television, and Radio Artists.)  It’s written by David’s very good friend, playwright and actor Hrant Alianak, and is an abridged version of the moving eulogy he gave at David’s memorial service.

DAVID FRENCH   1939 – 2010

I was fortunate enough to have been David’s life-long close friend.  In the seventies I lived on Bloor Street and he lived on Brunswick Avenue, just a two-minute walk away.  David got into the habit of coming over practically every morning for a coffee.  He would climb up the rickety fire escape to my apartment every morning like clockwork; the door would be open, he’d come in, we’d have a cup of coffee and we would talk about theatre, films, books and…women.  As I remember it, we used to talk a lot more about women than art.  Then he’d go back to his place and I’d go back to my desk and we’d write for the rest of the day.  That used to be our routine for years.

This was a man who knew he wanted to be a playwright when he was in his early teens in the fifties, when no such thing as a Canadian playwright existed.  And he was so determined to pursue his dream that he purposely took on dead-end jobs to support himself as he started to write his short dramatic pieces.  When Leaving Home was first done, his job at the time was sweeping the floors at Rochdale College.

David was the eternal optimist.  He was always so positive about everything and always expected things to work out great.  He never missed a single rehearsal of any of his new plays or major remounts.  When Soulpepper recently had their revival productions of his four major plays, he was always there.  He never interfered with the director’s vision, he just enjoyed seeing his plays slowly come to life.  Every time I asked him how rehearsals were going, the answer would always be “Great.”  Until the final dress rehearsal, when he’d have his usual melt-down and overreact and think it was going to be the biggest disaster of his life.  Sure enough, after the final dress rehearsal of the recent Soulpepper revival of Jitters, I had gone to pick him up and he was screaming his head off in the car about  how the actors hadn’t even learned their lines yet and the production would be an unmitigated disaster.  And then the next day I picked him up again after the first preview, and it was back to “Great” again as he chuckled all the way home.

I miss this grouch so much already.  He has left such a big hole in our hearts.  But we have to remember this when the loss becomes too hard to bear: “It’s not how long we have them, but how much we love them when they’re here.”  We didn’t have David for very long…but we sure loved him.

Hrant Alianak
Playwright/Actor Hrant Alianak


The following article appeared in the Toronto Sun on December 6, 2010.  It was written by Sun theatre critic John Coulbourn.

David French Dead at 71

His stories made us laugh and they made us cry, even while they helped us realize that Canadian stories were worth telling.

And while his passing will be mourned by the Canadian theatre community, David French’s life will be celebrated, in a very real sense, every time one of his plays is produced. Rarely has an autobiography been so beautifully etched for the stage.

French’s death at 71, reportedly after a battle with brain cancer, was announced this weekend. Born in Newfoundland in 1939, French grew up in Toronto, and while he enjoyed some success as an actor and a writer for television in his early career, he found his real calling it seems in 1971 when he submitted a script to a nascent theatre company being formed by Toronto theatre pioneer Bill Glassco.

The theatre, of course, was Tarragon and the play was Leaving Home, which would go on to be produced at virtually every regional theatre across Canada, its story of the troubled Mercer clan — a clan like so many others of the era, making the transition from the rural life to the urban — clearly resonating from coast to coast. Leaving Home would soon be joined by two other plays to comprise what became known as the Mercer Trilogy, with Of The Fields, Lately documenting the familial fortunes post-Leaving Home and Salt-Water Moon romanticizing its very beginnings.

They were all, French freely admitted, more or less autobiographical and they would cement his reputation as one of Canada’s leading theatrical voices. He would go on to write other plays about the Mercer family, none of which enjoyed the success of the original three, as well as several other plays, including a murder thriller titled Silver Dagger.

But aside from the Mercer Trilogy, his greatest success would come in his single foray into comedy — a fictionalized backstage slice of life titled Jitters that has gone on to become one of the best known and most successful Canadian stage comedies of all time.

In his later years, French moved away from playwriting and into education, serving as writer-in-residence for a time at both the University of Windsor and the University of Western Ontario and teaching a summer course in playwriting at the University of Prince Edward Island — the province in which he made a long-time summer home.

Though it had been several years since a new French play had been produced, his work found a new audience and new popularity in a series of revivals by Soulpepper Theatre Company where the entire Mercer Trilogy, as well as Jitters have been revived over the last few years, to both critical and audience acclaim.

But even though French did a lot of work as an actor, a screenwriter and an educator, his heart was always in his playwriting. “I really consider my real work the work I’ve done for the theatre,” he told me back in 1994. “I’ve actually made a living. I can’t believe I’ve done that. Not only a living but a damn good one. I never really expected that.”

French is survived by partner Glenda MacFarlane, son Gareth and daughter Mary — and by a body of work that is recognized as a Canadian cultural treasure. He probably never expected that either.

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And here’s a lovely online tribute that includes a lively interview with David:

Link to the Brain Tumour Foundation’s “Hats Tribute” page for David.

The Paquette family of Woodstock, Ontario, has a deep connection to David’s work. The following is a letter I received from Jennifer Paquette.

“Life Does Indeed Imitate Art”  
A Love Letter to David French  
David French Born, January 18, 1939 – Died, December 5, 2010

This is our family’s story;

In the spring of 1991, I learned that I was being offered my directorial debut with a small community theatre in Woodstock, Ontario. The show was David French’s Salt-Water Moon.  I was a 29 year old single mom who had lived and breathed theatre since I was a girl, and Mr. French’s plays had figured prominently in my development as an actor, director and writer.  I had toured Ontario schools with a repertory theatre in the early 80’s and Leaving Home was in our line-up and was one of our most requested productions.

I was excited and nervous to finally have the opportunity to share my vision of one of a series of plays about the Mercer family, written by the man who was and remains Canada’s most important English speaking playwright.

I met my husband Jason when he auditioned for the role of Jacob Mercer.  Obviously, he got the part, and, well, the rest as they say…

Our modest production of Salt-Water Moon ran in February, 1992 and surprised us by going on to win the coveted Best Production award at the Theatre Ontario festival in Sault St Marie that spring.

Jason and I were married in 1994.  In May of 1995, Jason and I learned that we were expecting a child.  We had been raising my two little girls together and I think we both knew instinctively that we were having a boy.  We didn’t even need to discuss what his name would be.  The day before I gave birth, my husband telephoned Mr. French and told him our story.  He explained how our own love had blossomed while telling the love story in Salt-Water Moon.  Then Mr. French and my husband spoke of the thrill of becoming a parent.

Jacob Anderson Paquette was born the following day, on February 1, 1996.  Three days later, after returning from the hospital with our beautiful new bundle, a package arrived in the mail.  We opened it to find a copy of Salt-Water Moon with this inscription:

Jan 31/96 (this was the night I went into labour)

To Jason & Jennifer,
who are proof positive that life does indeed imitate art.
– David French

We treasure this generous gift.  But the story doesn’t end there.

In February of 2013, our son will play his namesake, Jacob Mercer in a production of Soldier’s Heart.  His dad will play Jacob’s father, Esau.  In July 2012, Jacob, Jason and I traveled to Newfoundland where Jacob stood at Coley’s Point, was officially “screeched in” and did a first read-thru of Soldier’s Heart with his dad on the steps of the old railway station in Bay Roberts.  And so continues our connection with the Mercer family.  It is as if these characters are our kin.

Jason and I have been fortunate to share our love of storytelling with our children. We believe that our stories are our most cherished inheritances.  We are reminded of this every time we hear our now adult children recall to their friends their favourite story about a play called Salt-Water Moon, and of how their parents met and fell in love.

With gratitude,
Jennifer Paquette

Jacob and Jason Paquette, reading Soldier’s Heart on the steps of the train station in Bay Roberts, NL, where the play is set.

Click here for a link to a YouTube video about the Paquette family, with an excerpt from a rehearsal of Soldier’s Heart.

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