Orville Fitzroy Walker

November 27, 1941 - September 19, 2020

Orville

- A charming wit, a glint of mischief in his warm eyes, a welcoming smile and hug, a hearty laugh, a keen sharp mind with mountains of compassion topped off with a generosity of spirit. It was all love and all real.

With very few exceptions, our collective reflections on the life of Orville Fitzroy Walker are justly embodied in the above words. His life was one of Service Above Self, speaking Truth to Power, being a Gentleman at all times, (and many times to his own detriment), Sacrifice and Loyalty given freely and only for the sake of Love as was his Christian belief. As a Husband, Father, Grand-Father, Son, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend, Colleague and Rotarian he poured abundantly from his well of love, asking and expecting nothing in return.

The measure of the man is captured in these words

“His heritage to his Children were not words or possessions, but an unspoken treasure, the treasure of his example as a Man and a Father�.

The Early Years

Orville Fitzroy Walker was born on November 27, 1941 in a small wooden chattel home located in a lush green valley of Bamboo

several miles out of what would become the family home in Browns Town in the garden Parish of Saint Ann, Jamaica to his parents, the late Lena Walker (nee Wilmot) and Eric Newton Walker. Both his parents were God-fearing, loving, strict and familyoriented who raised Orville and his sisters, Merle (who predeceased him) and Val in the Methodist Church - all were confirmed at the Browns Town Methodist Church.

From an early age, the Walker children were not strangers to teamwork and a disciplined life. Lena owned a small grocery store and restaurant in Browns Town where the family sold foodstuff, basic produce, ground provisions and animal feed. Newton worked hard in trucking, first as a sideman, then driver and eventually as the successful owner of several trucks. As children and through to their teens, Orville, Merle and Val worked side by side with Lena in the Walker family store. In addition to providing a welcoming and friendly customer service experience, Orville became quite adept at the art of measuring and wrapping sugar and rice in brown paper as well as the books and records of the business. He balanced the books daily and accounted for every pound, shilling and pence made – perhaps his prelude into the banking life.

Browns Town in the 1940’s would be foreign to most of us today; no municipal water or electricity, and at night, you studied and read by the kerosene “Home Sweet Home” tilley lamp. Entertainment was provided by gathering around the gramophone and music and shows broadcast by Radio Jamaica Rediffusion in the 1950’s.

Orville enjoyed the Lou and Ranny Show and other comedic radio shows. Lena ensured that Orville was sharply dressed every week for Sunday church in a starched white shirt, broad black tie and mirror-polished shoes, thereafter the Walker family gathered for Lena’s Sunday afternoon feast – truly food for the soul.

Kite flying every Easter with the remainder of the year filled with cricket on the uneven local pitch – perhaps the wicked bouncers Orville was known for were more due to this uneven surface than underlying cricket skills. In the evening, the boys watched the men gather and play dominoes and checkers; eventually they too would “steal a game”, study the craft and eventually dominate these tables; and those quickly became favoured and lifelong pastimes.

The Walker family enjoyed country life with rolling green pastures, the cool Caribbean breeze together with their Mother who cooked her meatballs and baked her toto, jackass corn, gizzada and banana bread from scratch. Added to that was an abundance of energetic young cousins and friends with whom to play and even invent toys, games and pastimes. The goats owned by the family became pets of sort as before school in the morning Orville had to take the goats for “a water” and catch water from the tank for use at home.

Orville attended the Browns Town Primary School and thereafter attended first form at the Northside/Hendersons School which closed after just one year of his attendance. Orville transferred to the brand-new York Castle High School in Brown’s Town as one of its first students. Val started at York Castle when Orville was in his final year. Orville excelled academically, played high school cricket and interestingly, or bizarrely, participated in Scottish square country dancing (kilt and all)! Given his outstanding high school career, he was appointed as the first Head-boy of York Castle High School. His lifelong friend, Blueth Miller, was appointed Head-girl at the same time. His school motto of

Nil Sine Magno Labore (Nothing is achieved without hard work) has been exemplified time and again by Orville.

The Walker family home abounded with energy, happiness, laughter and love. The Walker, Speare, Bertram, DaCosta, Barrett, Fleming and Wilmot families were all very closely knit; and Orville to this day valued their lasting friendship.

Orville cherished his family, friends and cousins. While he adored and loved his sisters, he closely bonded with his cousin, Bryan (Max) Walker and he loved Max very much, like a brother. They enjoyed the company of each other. They worshipped, lymed and played together, admired cars…and the ladies, and went on several double dates. Both had sheepish grins and mischievous chuckles when asked to describe their many adventures. Another trait that served Orville well over his life was then evinced – his ability to keep a secret and the confidences of anyone who confided in him.

His parents admired and respected persons in their community that were leaders; the church

pastors, local judges, lawyers, bank managers, school principals and business leaders.

Newton desired these “heights” for his son, as he possibly felt they were so out of reach for him. Newton admired and aspired to the large homes that lined St. Christopher’s Crescent in Browns Town.

What some may describe as a humble country life, combined with loving but disciplined parents, guided young Orville by helping him to shape his world views, committing to honesty, hard work and discipline, all imbued with strong Christian values and gentlemanly ethics. Orville was now equipped for his life journey through adulthood and all that it had to offer.

Building lifelong bridges of friendship and love

Much to the pleasure

of his parents, Orville worked for a few months initially at the law offices of Mr. Noel George Thompson. Shortly after that, he started a long and distinguished career in banking at Scotiabank. A few months later, Max started in banking as well at Barclays Bank.

In June 1961, Max met two beautiful young nurses at the St. Ann’s Bay Hospital whom he persuaded to meet his touring partner and best friend, Orville. Orville recalled that day in 1961 in Colegate, Saint Ann when Barbara alighted from Bryan’s Anglia car in a stunning pink dress.

It was love at first sight.

That day was also memorable as Orville’s grandmother had just died and the body remained in a bedroom of the house that Barbara arrived at. Barbara and Pam were un-phased by this unfortunate development as they invited themselves to Grandma’s bedroom to take charge of proceedings to verify the accuracy of the family’s death pronouncement by taking her pulse and ensuring her body was properly prepared. Orville was captivated by Barbara and perhaps a little uncomfortable by this most unusual circumstance under which to first meet your future wife.

Courtship and dating ensued for 4 years. Orville and Barbara had many double dates with Pam and Max (who themselves eventually wed). Barbara loved the beach and ample time was spent there and at the occasional restaurants and clubs in Saint Ann. They both took long drives in Orville’s Austin Cambridge in which Barbara got her first driving lessons. They enjoyed this time with the music of Nat King Cole, the Flamingoes and the Platters served as part of a loving soundtrack to their romance. Young love was in full bloom!

Being the gentleman, and trying to impress Barbara’s strict mother (Sister Virona Ashwood) who resided in the U.K., Orville penned a charming letter in October, 1964, seeking her blessing on the intended nuptials, an extract from which reads: “Dear Miss Ashwood, I do think this letter will come as a surprise to you and I hope that you will not find it unwelcome…I shall try to introduce myself as I realise you must be wondering who I am. For the moment I can only call myself a good friend of your daughter, Barbara, but with your permission and blessing, I do hope that in time we will all be one family…I have had the pleasure of knowing your dear daughter for about three years during which time I have grown to treasure her and to think very highly of her…and I would like to assure you that she means everything to me; and I do look forward to doing anything in my power for her. Actually, Barbara and I have not made any plans because we could never think of taking any steps without consulting you. “ Permission was duly granted.

So, at 4:30 pm on September 16, 1965 at the recently built Saxthorpe Methodist Church in Saint Andrew, Barbara and Orville were wed. Officiating at their wedding were Rev. Douglas Elliott and Rev. John Poxon. Saxthorpe Methodist Church remained Barbara and Orville’s family Church to this day.

Barbara and Orville moved into their first home being a charming small cottage with a white gate, moss-covered stone walls, wide shade trees, wild flowers and a grassy front garden located on St. Christopher’s Crescent, Browns Town, Saint Ann. With no municipal water supply, the house received water from its own tank. Many a night Barbara would scream as a tadpole would pop out of the shower drain. Still it was home and they were happy in love – tadpoles and all.

Orville

was frequently promoted, and Scotiabank required his relocation to Kingston. The newlywed Walkers moved to Kingston and set about planning a family and building their lives. In 1966, they were excited to announce Barbara was expecting their first child, a daughter, whom they would name Michelle. Their joy was short lived as, during the last trimester, Barbara had a work-related fall at Victoria Jubilee Hospital which caused her to lose Michelle. This was a devastating loss, but they remained determined to continue building their family.

On July 21, 1967 their first son Donovan Craig was born.

On July 29, 1968 their second son Orville Kirk-Patrick was born.

Barbara and Orville lived briefly at Carter Avenue (Saint Andrew). They purchased their first home at Hart Boulevard, Hope Pastures, Saint Andrew where they lived for almost ten years (moving for a few years to Port Antonio, Portland where Orville assumed the role as Scotiabank Branch Manager).

They built their family home at Shortridge Crescent, Saint Andrew where for over 43 years Barbara and Orville raised their family since 1977.

In Hope Pastures, the Walker Family developed lifelong friendships with several neighbours including Nigel and Phyllis Gibbs as well as Don and Pam Levy. The Levys lived right across the street and those living on Hart Boulevard knew that when driving down the road they would be wise to slow down as the Levy and Walker children might be darting across the road with reckless abandon. The Levys loved cricket and they would accompany Orville to test matches at Sabina Park. They introduced Orville to tennis and they also loved playing dominoes.

Tennis with the Don and Pam and eventually Robert Gregory and others took place every Saturday afternoon. Dominoes was played every Thursday night.

Don and Pam also attended Saxthorpe Methodist Church; and the families often vacationed and lymed together. They watched grand slam finals together and enjoyed the exploits of Ashe, Borg, Connors and McEnroe.

Orville welcomed the Levys as true friends and to this very day the bonds of love between the families remain strong and unshakable.

Orville loved Barbara and the fact that Barbara took great pride in their home and their sons. They both raised their sons to be adventurous, to have positive experiences and clean fun. At the same time, they were adamant that schoolwork be done on time and academic focus in the household was important. Donovan and Kirk had to do music lessons, swimming, tennis, water polo, karate and scouting. Sunday mornings saw the family off to Saxthorpe Methodist Church. It was expected that Donovan and Kirk would be educated gentlemen who were to be productive, creative, healthy and God-fearing members of society.

Orville insisted that shoes were shined every day to mirror-like perfection.

The music of the day created a “funky fresh” soundtrack for the Walker home including the sounds of Bob Marley, Third World, Toots & the Maytals, Peter Tosh, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, The Mighty Sparrow, The Commodores, Diana Ross, Gladys Knight, Aretha Franklin and perhaps too much disco and dub.

Orville remained loyal to his parents and guided them in the construction of their new home on St. Christopher’s Crescent. Newton and Lena took great pride in their son; and they were so happy to be living in a neighborhood once thought by them to be beyond their reach and means. More important than this material acquisition was for Donovan and Kirk to experience the joys of Brown’s Town and the love of Newton and Lena. The family dinners in Brown’s Town were legendary and mouthwatering.

Not only was Orville a wonderful father to Donovan and Kirk but he also loved his nieces, nephews and young family friends particularly Michael, Kenneth, Richard, Nardia, Winsome, Karen, Ian, Tina, Avery, Christine, Tanya, Neal, Brian, Debbie and Natalie along with so many others. He particularly loved and adored his nieces Nardia and Winsome whom he treasured as his daughters. He gave of his time, resources, advice and compassion to all freely and celebrated all life accomplishments.

When Donovan started dating Ingrid in Christmas, 1984 and they eventually wed in 1994 Orville found in Ingrid a friend and confidante. He always treated Ingrid as his own daughter and relished taking her to cricket matches at Sabina Park and her assistance with many matters at home, particularly during Barbara’s prolonged illness. Orville and Barbara always wanted a daughter; and in Ingrid, they found a treasure and a blessing.

Orville and Barbara opened the doors to their home and hearts to welcome their family and friends with laughter, fellowship and fun.

Orville was loyal, confidential and trustworthy.

Your deepest secrets, once shared, would never be revealed.

In spite of an intense banking career and various directorships, Orville poured time into his family and those he cared most about. We all felt his energy, presence and love. He enjoyed the times spent around the domino table and the tennis courts, laughing and lyming with friends, listening to his favorite music and loving his family – biological and extended.

Career, Service and the Banking years

Orville

spent the majority of his working life at Scotiabank. He served at that bank for 37 years between April 1, 1961 until his retirement from the bank on March 31, 1998. Orville was the consummate banker who rose through the ranks of the Bank. He began his career as a trainee bank teller; and by the time of his retirement from the bank, he had been promoted to the position of Deputy Managing Director of the Bank. In that capacity, he not only served as a Director of the Bank and on the Banks Executive Committee, but also served as a Director of the following bank entities: • The Bank of Nova Scotia (Jamaica) Limited • Scotiabank Jamaica Trust and Merchant Bank Limited • West India Company of Merchant Bankers Limited • Scojampen Limited • AYR Limited • International Insurance Brokers Limited • Industrial Finance Holdings Limited • Industrial Finance Corporation Limited • Additionally, Orville served as a Director of the following

entities: • Trafalgar Commercial Bank • First Global Bank Limited • The Priory School Trust • The Real Estate Board • The Student Loans Bureau • Jamaica Cane Product Sales Limited • Consultant – Finsac • Rotary Club of Saint Andrew Trust • Jamaica Bankers Association • Association of Licensed Financial Institutions Orville also served as a business consultant to Subway (Jamaica) Limited as well as a Justice of the Peace for the parish of Saint Andrew.

Through Scotiabank, Orville and Barbara built bridges of friendship, love and lifelong bonds with fellow “Scotiabankers” and their spouses including (but certainly not limited to) Winston and Barbara Barrett, Alwyn and Carol Stona, Marie and Vendryes Miller, Donna and Andrew Daley, William and Pauline Lawrence, Neville and Elaine Baker, Don and Hopie Williams, Gene and Kenny Williams, Myrtle Henry, Marie and Al Powell, Jennifer and Maurice Anderson, Rosie and Jimmy Chin-Sang, Rion and Veviene Hall, Patrick and Enid Chin, Elsa and Bevon Francis,Shirley Daley, Grace Crawford, Grace Heron, Balmain and Barbara Brown, Algy and Marie O’Neill, Barry and Vinette Chisolm, Minna Israel, Thelma Blue, Lloyd and Fabia Davis, Bevan and Lil Callam & Wayne and Jennifer Powell. He was Godfather to many of the “Scotia-Kids” from his “Scotia-family”. These wonderful people Orville counted amongst his closest friends and they all positively impacted on his life.

One Scotiabanker jokingly commented that “…somebody said

that Mr. Walker is so charming that if he turned down your staff loan, you would shake his hand and say thanks. These are the stories that make the pain bearable…”

Orville’s good friends, Grace and Lisa Heron, reminisce “…we remember him very, very, very fondly -

as a TRULY FUNNY man and a gentleman. He would prank and joke the daylights out of me at work. Mum worked with him for decades and he remained the gentleman, who from their earliest encounter (when he arrived at King Street as accountant) took unsolicited action when he overheard a junior member of staff being disrespectful to her. In later years at Head Office, she used to lend him her “Daily Word” booklet to read the daily scripture, and when he was posted to Toronto, she used to put the monthly Daily Word booklet in the bank’s courier to him in a Toronto so that he could continue being inspired daily…”.

Orville’s character was evinced by an experience he had while providing service as a bank relief teller. In the early 1960’s, most persons employed to any of the foreign owned banks did not look like Orville. Very few dark-skinned Jamaicans were employed to any of the banks (save for menial jobs). While working on the teller line one morning, he lit his teller wicket to call the next customer forward who was a white Jamaican woman from a very prominent family. She glared at Orville and with vile disgust, shouting “I do not want that boy counting me

money!”.

Orville was very aware and conscious of the existing prejudices. As a young man in the 1960’s he supported the cries for equality for Africans worldwide. The approach taken by him and many other young, gifted and black bankers, insurance executives, civil servants and other professionals was not to raise their fists in revolution but to vow to unclench those fists and work twice as hard, prove themselves and break the color barriers from within. This they did, and the 60’s and the 70’s saw a flood of hardworking Jamaicans taking their deserved seats at the table of management and leadership.

So it is no surprise that when Orville was promoted to be branch manager of the King Street branch, the same woman who insulted him at the teller wicket years before came to his office to beg the young bank manager to help her now struggling family trying to sell their all to flee Jamaica. Orville held her hand and assisted her in a calm and professional demeanor, evincing no resentment at her uncouth and misplaced sense of privilege. He was spat upon, yet he turned the other cheek. That takes character, dignity and Christian moral standards.

Orville helped hundreds if not thousands of young Jamaicans (of all races, gender and ages) to become employed to and (once competent) promoted within the bank, many to senior executive positions, while at the same time opening the eyes of foreign bank executives to the competence, professionalism, skill and excellence that existed in Jamaican and Caribbean people. He did this without fanfare, favour or asking for anything in return. It was his job and he performed with commitment and excellence and certainly without bitterness, rancor, controversy, malice or a sense of entitlement. He worked twice as hard and his reward was not in or for personal extravagant gain or corrupt practices, but the joy as he watched Jamaican talent rise and thrive.

On his retirement from the bank, the Jamaica Bankers Association and the Associations of Licensed Financial Institutions in their joint citation dated August 18, 1998 stated:

“…Disciplined, strong leadership, shrewd, and knowledgeable in credit – that is how we think of Orville Walker one of the stalwart Jamaicans to have served The Bank of Nova Scotia Ja. Ltd., and by extension, the broader banking industry in Jamaica. His accomplishments contained many “firsts”- the first Jamaican Personnel Manager at Scotiabank and the first Jamaican Scotia Bank Centre Manager. These are but some of his accomplishments in his illustrious career, thus far. While working there, he became one of the best known, and respected members of the Scotiabank Jamaica family. He earned the respect of his colleagues in many ways, but perhaps most of all for the advice and encouragement he brought to various work situations. His ability and

intelligence propelled him to the highest levels of the organization, serving as a General Manager and was also called to the Board of Directors of the bank and some of its subsidiaries. The Banking Industry has benefitted and continues to benefit from the leadership role demonstrated by Scotia Bank Jamaica, and Orville Walker has played a part in the Bank’s overwhelming level of acceptance by Jamaicans from all walks of life. The Jamaica Bankers Association of Licensed Financial Institutions salutes Orville Walker, and commends him for being a professional, a devoted family man, and being a role model for all young Banking professionals‌�.

“Service Above Self” – Rotary Club of Saint Andrew

The Rotary Club of Saint Andrew

recalls the stellar contribution of PP PAG Orville Walker to the Rotary movement and the Club advises that “…Orville served the Rotary organisation as District Treasurer, Club President (1985-1986) and was a member of the Rotary Club of St Andrew for over 38 years. He also served as an Assistant Governor in eastern Jamaica where he gave oversight for three years to the development and expansion of Rotary Clubs in Kingston and St Andrew, Spanish Town, Port Antonio, Ocho Rios and May Pen. His major project completed during his year as Club President was the construction of the Cardiac Diagnostic Unit at the University Hospital. This unit, the first of its kind in Jamaica, has been providing cardiac care for persons throughout the Caribbean…”.

For his service to the Club and the Rotary movement he received the Distinguished Rotarian Award as well as multiple Paul Harris Fellows – being the highest award of Rotary International.

Orville and Barbara opened the doors of their home for many social events for Rotary.

Another important aspect of Orville’s Rotary life was the many bonds of friendship made in Rotary – including Rev. Dr. Webster Edwards, Minna Israel, PP Jennifer Anderson, BNS Grace Ashley, AG Marie Powell, PDG Paul Brown, PP Robert Gregory, PP Tony Hogarth, PP Jim Monteith and many more.

“The Golden Years Years”

Orville’s retirement

from Scotiabank saw a new lease on his career – he served as a consultant to the Government of Jamaica to run Union Bank, as a consultant and director for First Global Bank and a director of Jamaica Cane Products.

The golden years of Orville and Barbara also saw health challenges facing them both, particularly the long health struggles of Barbara with Orville quietly dealing with his own serious health problems, particularly since 2017. Side by side, Orville and Barbara faced their health struggles with dignity and strength being fully reliant on their Christian faith.

However, their respective illnesses paled in comparison to the joy and happiness brought to them by their granddaughters: Jessica Abigail Rei - Born on November 20, 1997, and Zoë Daniella Yamile~ - Born on January 24, 2002.

His love for Jessica and Zoe was tremendous and he poured his all into them. Jessica and Zoe together with Tina, Nathan, Brandon, Daniella, Kadie, Adrian and Jaden provided him with joy and unbridled happiness. He celebrated all their achievements and would want to fully participate in all their activities. He enjoyed playing Monopoly, Uno, Boggle, Scrabble and other board games with them. He was so proud that Jessica recently completed her undergraduate studies and graduated from the University of Guelph and Zoe’s graduation from grade 11 at Hillel Academy. He enjoyed Zoë’s frank demeanor, her relying on him, cherished being her confidante and playing pranks on her. He adored Jessica’s gentleness and their conversations and loving interactions. Orville and Barbara would pour their love and affection into them and looked forward to their visits and travelling with them to the country or overseas. For many years, they cherished having Jessica, Zoe and Kadie over every Thursday afternoon for quality time, joined occasionally by Nathan, Brandon and Adrian.

In the twilight years of their lives, Barbara and Orville celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. Barbara in tribute to her one true love recited the words of the timeless Gladys Knight song describing her gratitude and never-ending love for Orville: “I’ve had my share of life’s ups and downs but fate’s been kind, the downs have been few I guess you could say that I’ve been lucky Oh, I guess you could say that it’s all because of you If anyone should ever write my life story for whatever reason there might be Ooh, you’d be there, between each line of pain and glory ‘cause you’re the best thing that ever happened to me” With Orville by her side, Barbara passed peacefully into the loving arms of Jesus on May 19, 2020. In her final love letter to him, only read by Orville after Barbara passed, she wrote:

“…My Dearest Orville, I want you to always know you mean so much to me. I can never put into words my love for you, our friendship, our life and so much more that, as the years go by, gets deeper and deeper for me…”.

The best gift Orville could give to Donovan and Kirk is to love their Mother – they are eternally thankful for this most precious of gifts.

Orville led the Walker family and friends at Barbara’s funeral service held at Saxthorpe Methodist Church on June 18, 2020. Thereafter, he scattered Barbara’s ashes in a new rose garden bed that he had specially made for her at Shortridge. Just before September 16, 2020 (the 55th wedding anniversary of Orville and Barbara), Barbara’s favourite coloured, lovely yellow rose bloomed, which Orville saw as a sign of Barbara’s enduring love and togetherness.

After a sudden and brief illness, and with his sons by his side in his bedroom, Orville Fitzroy Walker died on the evening of September 19, 2020. His last moments on earth were not punctuated by complaining, suffering, moans and groans but a quiet strength, loving eyes and a dignity all the way to his final breath.

Even after his death Orville continued giving and providing Service above Self. In 2019, his cardiac surgeon implanted a defibrillator in Orville’s chest with Orville instructing that it could be extracted and donated on his passing. Two weeks after he passed (and with the consent of the Walker family), the device was extracted from his chest for the sole purpose of donating same to a needy patient who cannot afford a defibrillator. Orville’s doctors reported that the device remained in excellent condition and fit for purpose -

And though he died, yet through this act of faith he still speaks – Hebrews 11:4.

Final thoughts

Barbara Walker was the glue while Orville Walker was the rock of the Walker Family.

They are now together in eternity - If we close our eyes, we can imagine them in a charming small cottage with a white gate, moss-covered stone walls, wide shade trees, wild flowers and a grassy front garden located in heaven. Of course, Orville has now probably installed a tennis court in the back…with a domino table on their patio while Barbara tends to her yellow roses both enjoying homemade sweet potato pudding and grapenut ice cream!

We all miss him deeply and sorely. We take comfort in our lasting memories of a wonderful lifetime of faith, love, giving and service. We are forever proud of his life, worth, work and legacy. For all his life achievements he was not boastful or loud. He did not crave the spotlight and always walked humbly and softly. For Orville, the simple pleasures were the best – the slam of the dominos, the quality time with family and friends, laughing loudly with his granddaughters, loving Barbara and to all, lending his shoulders to lean/stand on, while taking his burdens to God in prayer.

He stands forever tall as an exemplar - all this is the measure of the man.

A great world leader once said

“… we make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give…”.

God bless you, Orville Fitzroy Walker – your gift of love, time and example made us better for knowing and loving you.

We all love you so very much. Until we meet again, we carry you in our hearts.

The Walker Family

Remembering Dad - Kirk

“It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger”.

This quote from Nelson Mandela best summarises Dad’s approach to life and his way of dispensing advice, when he sees you heading in a wrong direction.

To me, he always seemed more interested in slow and steady progress towards some worthy goal or objective, than grand sprints to the finish line.

I remember in high school, he would always review our report cards each term. Looking back, it wasn’t the number of As that seemed to impress him, but the growth in the areas you were struggling with and how you were improving.

In one particular subject, Physical Education (P.E), I would usually receive a failing grade (or close to failing a ‘P’ at best). The teacher’s comments were always something like, “makes no effort”, “total lack of interest”.

Dad’s way of fixing this would of course involve an “emersion into the total sporting experience”.

Backyard cricket would take place on the weekend in which, he would play along with us, filling in for whatever position we were short on: “bowler”, “wicket-keeper”, “night watchman”….

Don and I would be encouraged, but I had to be dragged out to watch an “international match at Sabina Park”.

The first match I remember going to was England VS. the West Indies. It was the second or third-day’s play, and the match began with England at bat and Michael Holding opening the bowling.

On the first ball of the match, Holding does his smooth rhythmic run up, rapidly increasing in speed, and towers over the wicket, releases the ball, and clean bowls the English Batsman. The celebration in the stands was amazing, everyone on their feet (even me).

The second ball of the match was bowled, even more ferocious than the first. The batsman again clean bowled, with the stumps cart-wheeling out of the ground, spinning up a few feet into the air and crashing down; another English batsman limped off.

Holding was now on a hat trick, and the third ball of the over. The crowd is silent and everyone was watching with keen intent. Holding made another powerful delivery, and the batsman made the most defensive stroke I have ever seen to save his wicket, a most cowardly looking play that seemed to be his only option.

With hands on my head, I let you a loud ‘aghh’… with the rest of the spectators. I remember turning around and seeing Dad looking back at me, smiling with a nod of approval, saying without words, “You’re glad you came, eh..”.

On my next report, the P.E grade increased by 15% to a C+, and more or less remained there, with the occasional “B”.

A job “well done “O.F”. Another job in a long string; Well Done!

Understanding Dad In reflecting on Dad’s life, I asked myself: “For someone who seems to like everyone and sees the best in all, how would you know if Dad really liked you and held you in high regard?”

Upon reflection, I realised that one simply had to ask “Did he service the air-conditioning, when he heard you were coming to spend a few days with him?” If the answer is “Yes,” you were held in high esteem, and your company was cherished.

He would say something like, “Zoe and Kadie are coming over to spend the weekend with Grandpa, so I wonder when the air conditioner was last serviced. Those two really like the AC.” “Uncle Max/Aunt Ivy/Aunt Pam/ Paul is coming next week; I am sure the AC has not been serviced since last year.”

When I was going to the Philippines, to see Joy, he asked half serious, half joking: “Are you planning to return home?”

Joy was planning to visit Jamaica for the first time durin g Easter this year, to finally meet everyone. Whenever he would hear Joy and me on the phone, he would come nearby to get in a few words with her. Joy was concerned that Dad may not like her. I then assured her that he liked her as I overhead him on the phone asking the AC technician to service the guest room AC and simply, “when you come, you’ll see”.

Kirk Walker, Son

Grandpa Orville

had a great sense of humour- shown from his greetings to his goodbyes.

Every Thursday we would have our weekly visits to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

Although he took his job at Scotiabank very seriously, Grandpa would rush home from work, knowing we would be there. He’d greet each of us with our full names and practically sing “hello sweetheart” in a low, kind voice. Thursdays were a real treat. Grandpa built a small playground in the backyard for us and would push us on the swings or dutifully watch us as we came down the slides. Secretly, I think Grandma also asked him to distract us from digging up her garden. At the end of a full day of fun, we would pile in the car, freshly bathed and in our pyjamas. Sometimes, if we fell asleep on the ride over, he would carry us to bed and tuck us in. Other nights, if I was feeling mischievous, I’d pretend to be asleep and burst out laughing once he put me into the bed. Grandpa would laugh and admit defeat.

Grandpa was also a trustworthy confidant. When Grandma went for her walks in the late afternoon at Emancipation Park, he would take us to the amusement park and give us cotton candy – a treat that was certainly not allowed by Mum and Dad, particularly on a school night. Secret forbidden treats like Oreos and Starbursts were also enjoyed from time toi time, and while Grandpa kept quiet, the crumbs and stains made it obvious what happened. He kept many inside jokes with each of us, too many to discuss.

Grandpa was a willing partner in many games. He taught us to smack down dominoes as loudly as we could, much to Grandma’s annoyance. Scrabble was more her speed, but we would still end up arguing about which words were real or not, quite loudly until someone went to get the dictionary. Most often, he and Zoë would have an excellent time playing Uno together, so much so that bringing the Uno cards was one of the most important things to take to their house. They often roped in Kadie to join this pastime.

He was filled with pride at every graduation ceremony, sports event, ballet or music recital – to which he was always early and always well-groomed. He would give us little gifts and hug us and made sure to congratulate our friends. Our friends knew him sometimes as Zoë’s or Jess’ Grandpa and sometimes as their own Grandpa Orville, as he would allow himself to be the adoptive grandfather of those friends who had no grandparents.

When we were small, it was grandpa who took us to school when our parents went away on a long business trip.

Since both he and grandma were ill-equipped to handle our thick hair, and we were too young to handle it on our own, he would drop us off much earlier than the other students so the teachers could do our hair. We enjoyed spending time at their house, even at such a young age, because they made us feel safe.

Nothing was too big or small or insignificant that he would not try to do for us to make us happy. I recall begging him to please let me send something to my Mummy and Daddy, and he helped me send over handdrawn pictures from his fax machine to them. Our Grandpa was a dutiful caregiver, very gentle with all of us and worked twice as much wherever he fell short.

Zoe, Kadie, and I could not have ever asked for a better grandfather. Your selflessness, humility, support, dedication, integrity and love have been a major part of who we are today. You taught us to be patient, gentle, sow seeds of kindness and God’s love, reflecting the lessons we’ve learned from the Bible. We hope to hug you, laugh and play with you again one day.

We miss you and will always love you, Grandpa.

Jessica and Zoe, Granddaughters

On the Monday, 5 days before he passed, Dad came over to drop off some laundry. He got out of the car and we were shocked that he had on shorts and a striped shirt. He looked so young and vibrant and I remarked, “Wait, how you look so sexy today? You have a hot date?” Jessica was horrified and asked how I was speaking with her beloved Grandpa so familiarly. I explained that we had a multifaceted relationship. He just laughed, as usual. It took me back to our beginning. He used to travel back and forth to Canada in the first year of meeting him. so I got to know Mum first. I suppose he finally took note when I still came around in the summer of ’85 after meeting him the Christmas before.

I had barely gotten to know him a year when he roped me into helping them with Rotary duties.

I didn’t know much about Rotary and didn’t like the idea of ladies being called “Rotaranns” but the “Service above self” motto resonated with me and he corroborated the teaching that my parents tried to instill earlier without success, “Giving is better than receiving”. “Do something for people that can never repay you”. “Do everything as unto God”. His name, Orville, was French, meaning “village of gold” and he definitely had a heart of gold in giving to his village.

When Don and Kirk went away to study and Mum was in and out of the hospital, we became good friends despite the age difference. We would spend time sitting at her bedside at the hospital, take turns doing chores and doing crossword puzzles. He listened to cricket a lot so he started getting me interested. He asked me if I had ever been to Sabina Park and I hadn’t, so Mum decided that that had to be rectified. The first day he took me, we got suspicious looks, snickers and eyebrows raised from a few of the men in the box. He asked me if I felt uncomfortable. I simply ignored them and enjoyed the oneday match immensely. He was a great teacher. After a few times, Don had to ask, “do you really like going to cricket?” It was the game and the great company that kept me going back. Dad was thrilled; he didn’t have to beg Don or Kirk to come along and if one of us couldn’t go, we would keep the score and regale the other with tales and all the details of the match. Luckily, Ms. Blue, his secretary, was so kind and allowed me to speak with him even though I must have been somewhat of a bother at the time.

He was a wonderful mentor and advisor and in sifting through job offers, he dissuaded me from the offer that came with highest package and benefits but apparently from a person of ill repute, and counselled “All that glitters is not gold”. “You’ll thank me later”. He lived and breathed integrity.

About the sixth year in our relationship, he asked me if Don and I had talked about plans for our future. I laughed and asked him if I didn’t become his daughter-in-law, would I still be as welcome. He laughed and

said, of course, but told me that I needed to know that Don was a lot like his mother. If I could get along with her, I could marry him. He then taught me another lesson “The race was not for the fittest/swift, but for those who endured ‘til the end.” Don and I got married and I learned that God’s timing is perfect. When my daddy passed away from cancer in ‘97, Dad saw that I was sad and said, “don’t worry, you still have me”.

Whenever he called, usually it was his usual, “Hiiii Sweeetheart!” Or if he wanted to be cheeky, it was “Mrs. McDonald-Walker”, to make sure he ribbed me for not dropping the McDonald!

Last year, he was in the hospital twice. In September, while Don was in Canada, I stayed by his bedside in the hospital and was so touched when he told one of the doctors that he trusted my decision. I felt tears coming down and begged the Lord for wisdom and guidance for the doctors managing his care in the situation and consulted also with Don and Karen, his niece who is also a doctor, each step of the way. I prayed with him before the surgery and we shared a special bond that I am grateful for. I was so grateful when he said “Thanks, sweetheart” that I could have been there for him when he couldn’t manage everything himself. Thankfully, after his surgery, he came back to the room and he recorded a video to reassure Mum, Jessica and Zoe who could not be there. Both Mum and Don also had surgery that day. God never gave us more than we could bear even though it seemed that way at the time.

After Mum passed, although we would miss her, we were relieved that she would be free of her earthly body that prevented her from being the lively person that she was. We were also looking forward to your regaining your strength, taking care of yourself and enjoying traveling and relaxation. Together, we had such plans, you promised to help me with Subway once you felt up to it as you saw that I needed help and when I went through my health challenges, you made sure to check with me every day to find out if I’d gotten the results and how to manage. You even discussed with me our family’s Christmas plans – that Aunt Ivy was coming and all the places we should take her and what we would do. How were we to know that you would not be here for long?

I’m ashamed to admit that I questioned God’s timing of your passing away after such a brief illness on my birthday. It was like a whirlwind cyclone had hit and we were thrown about and battered. We had so many questions and what ifs and discussed what we should have tried and lamented that we couldn’t even get a hospital to admit you. We were completely numb for quite a while.

Dad, while you helped so many people, you relied on so few. I’m so blessed and honoured that you trusted me and felt I was someone you could rely on. I will always remember you with love and be blessed to have been part of your journey on this train of life.

Love always, Ingrid

I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life. 1 John 5:13 Ingrid McDonald-Walker, Daughter-in-Law

Tribute to my brother, “Ville” My journey with “Ville” as he was called, began seventy-four years ago. His mother and my biological mother were sisters, so after my birth, they visited Colegate regularly as our grandmother was alive. Orville was so excited to see me, I was told, and asked if they could take me home to Brown's Town. My mom finally agreed with a promise that I be returned. This they did faithfully several times, until finally when I was eighteen months old, Orville begged for me to be a part of their family. He cried so much and promised to look after me although he was so young. Because he was loved so much, they agreed despite having some reservations. Years later, I learnt that one of the reasons he wanted me to live with them was to avoid having his hair braided (which he hated) by Merle, our older sister, so alas, his replacement was here.

Orville was a very polished and private individual. His shirt was always tucked in and hair groomed. He had to go to the barber every Saturday. He loved bulla and pear and most times had one in his pocket where he pinched off pieces so it would last. Sourcing the pear was my job and as payment he gave me a small piece, with a reminder that there was no more to be had. This practice ended when roaches found a feeding ground and left holes. He was not happy about that as others would see that he had snack and would have to share.

The first year that York Castle High School opened he was appointed head boy. He was a brilliant scholar and was not arrogant. He passed all the subjects and I could not have been more proud of him. I would let everyone know he was my brother. Another proud moment for me was when he got his first job at B.N.S. Brown's Town. He was the only staff of colour, so you know he stood out - so handsome with big bright eyes, radiant smile and his lily-white shirt. Coming from school, I would position myself at the window in front of his workstation, made sure he saw me and waved. He eventually asked me politely to cease doing so, perhaps for fear of losing the job. I complied without hesitation. Because of the person he was, all the girls his age were very nice to me, maybe hoping they would be “the one”. That was not to be as he met Barbara and only had eyes for her. I can recall the first time I saw her, she was in her nurses uniform at the hospital and said he would not mind being ill so she could care for him.

Orville was not a lover of vegetables and hated Saturday soup. He tried passing to the dogs but they too did not like it. When Mama found out what he did, she put a stop to it. He and I came up with a solution - I would eat my share, leave a few in the plate, then we would switch plates. This worked for some time until Merle told on us.

You could go to Orville with any problem and somehow he had a solution. However, if you did not want to be teased for the rest of your life, do not tell him anything you did without thinking. He was a man of principle and expected the best from you especially if he liked you. When he was transferred to King Street branch after several promotions, I was looking for my first job. In talking to him, I asked him for assistance. He, however, was not in agreement and advised the person in Personnel that I should be treated just like any other applicant. I was fortunate to get the job and did not want to disappoint him in any way. Once a few of us stooped under the counter to have a patty outside of break/lunch hour. All of a sudden, I could sense that someone was watching. Sure enough, it was he, and he was not amused. We were all reprimanded, but I go the brunt of it. On the way home, I asked why I was singled out; his response was "You should have known better". A loving and caring person you could not find anywhere. I notice Don and Kirk have learnt from the best. He would always open doors for the ladies. When I lived in Toronto, I made the mistake of standing at the passenger’s side waiting for (my husband-to-be) Harry to open the door for me. He went in, made himself comfortable and, after a while, he opened the window and asked why I was not getting in! I told him I was waiting for him to open the door (also to impress the Canadians) as Orville would have done. His comment was "Ok, then, stand there and wait for your brother. I told Orville and, needless to say, his comment was "So did you call him?" He has never let us forget.

He and Barbara had a special love for Harry. He relied on Harry to do things in Brown's Town and which he gladly did. He called Harry Mr. Walker after a lady, on coming into the store and saying “Good morning, Mr. Walker, and Orville answering, Good morning, dear, was offended and said “After it’s not you I’m talking to, bright…and pointed to Harry whom she knew was my husband, was always there and thought was Mr. Walker.

Orville just said ‘Excuse me, and turned to Harry and said, “Mr. Walker, she’s speaking to you”.

I think he had more female friends than male. He would always great you with a kiss until Miss Covid intervened and had to stop. To me his famous word was 'Sweetheart"; and I am sure the ladies looked forward to being called that. He was always happy to see me, especially if I brought potato pudding, toto, etc, I had to call him every day after Barbara's passing, and if I missed a day, he would let me know. My last conversation with him was on the Friday afternoon before he passed away, September 18. He sounded himself, stronger than the day before, which I was very happy about. His final words to me were "Ok, Sweetheart, take care of yourself and we will talk tomorrow”.

Whenever we visited him, he would walk us to the car and wait until we drove off. He would stall us, finding some reason for us not to go. Oh, how I wish that could happen again!

There are so many memories I will cherish, but I am sure he is in a better place.

REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER, Love and miss you, Val and Harry

Val Timoll Sister

“When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth, you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

Those words by famous philosopher and author Khalil Gibran couldn’t be truer about our dear Uncle Orville as he brought our family so much delight and love.

Our parents’ marriage ended when we were very young and we believe that from that time and perhaps, even from before, Uncle Orville stepped in to assist our mother, his cousin, in whatever way he could. He was there for her and he was there for us……ALL our lives. There is hardly any event, big or small, that Uncle Orville and the family were not a part of.

Reflections from Winsome

One of my early memories of Uncle Orville was when I was invited to spend a weekend with a friend from my prep school. Mummy had to travel overseas for work and so the plan was hatched that Uncle Orville was to drop me off and scope out the environment and the parents, and if everything seemed okay then I could stay.

If not, he was to have decided how he would extract me immediately, or come up with an excuse and return for me shortly after. Suffice it to say, I stayed and that friend is a godmother to one of my sons today.

One of the fondest memories of our childhood were the weekends (and sometimes during the week over the holidays) our families and close friends spent together. Friday nights were dominoes nights and those were mostly played at Uncle Don and Aunty Pam Levy’s home. The adults played dominoes and the children including Tanya, Neal, Don Kirk and so many others played other games, watched TV, sang, danced and generally had fun. Saturday nights were spent by Uncle Orville and Aunty Babs where we watched Little House on the Prairie and when us females cried, Kirk could be relied on to hand out tissues.

Uncle Orville helped me to purchase my first car. One of my proudest moments was when he introduced me to one of the car dealers as his daughter. The poor man was a little puzzled to say the least. He said he didn’t realize that he had a daughter as he only knew the boys. Uncle Orville, without hesitation, just said in that final voice of his which didn’t permit any more discussion, “Yes she is!” I can only imagine the calls that were made after that announcement.

At the end of university studies, he was there for me as I embarked on my job search. He insisted that I carried my applications to him at BNS for him to review and having looked at my nicely packaged applications, he put one aside and said that I need not give that one out. I was a little puzzled because the application was addressed to someone I had come to know because of him. His only response was “come see me and come live with me are two different things.” (Or words to that effect). That was the end of that application.

He was there for me when Dane and I were house hunting prior to getting married. He called and insisted that we halt our search until we viewed an apartment his friend and co-worker was selling. Needless to say, that was the apartment that we purchased and lived in at the start of our married life. We were able to sell it in under two years at a significant profit to assist us with the purchase of a bigger place as our family was expanding.

Uncle Orville walked me down the aisle on my Wedding Day and made me 2 minutes late as he told me I was way too anxious as I had arrived at

the Chapel too early. He instructed Donovan to drive me very slowly around the Ring Road to allow some more of the guests to arrive.

We have a confession to make…well, more Tanya (Levy Price) and I. When it appeared that Donovan and Ingrid were in this thing for the long haul, we got jealous. I mean, who was this person who was going to take our space in Uncle Orville’s heart? Well, we were young. Thank God we’ve grown up because Ingrid has been such a blessing to our family. You couldn’t ask for a more caring daughter. She loved Uncle Orville and Aunt Barbara unconditionally and they loved her right back.

Uncle Orville loved his “grandsons”, Nathan, Brandon and Adrian and they adored and loved him as well. When they were younger, we had a standard Friday night visit with Aunty Barbara and Uncle Orville. The children were allowed to do what they wanted to do and eat what they wanted. Adrian said to me the other day that apart from our home, their fridge was the only other one that he was comfortable opening and exploring.

Once when I was telling the children to be quiet, he told me to leave them alone to which I responded, “How can you say that?” I remember when we were growing up you all used to say that children should be seen and not heard. To my surprise he said, “and who said we were right?”

Every guinep season he would buy me guineps at the market and let me know they were in the fridge waiting for me. The day before he passed, he reminded me that my guineps were in the fridge but I didn’t need to take any ice cream this time around. He kept a record of our visits and was prone to exaggeration. If we ‘bucked up’ at the gas station at the bottom of the hill, or at the supermarket or pharmacy, he would be the first to remind me that our chance meeting would not count as a visit.

Reflections from Nardia

Uncle Orville, Orville F, OFW was described as a ‘gentleman’ by many persons with whom he came into contact.

The Oxford Dictionary defines ‘gentleman’ as someone “who possesses a strong work ethic. He takes great pride in his work and strives to give his very best every day. He is reliable, dedicated, self-disciplined, humble, and a team player. He leads and is led well.”

The definition just given described our uncle in both a professional and personal manner. What the definition didn’t cover was that he also had a ‘wicked’ sense of humour; he remembered everything (even those things that we would want him to forget); and he always wanted to know what was going on in our lives. It was however not so easy to get him to speak about what was going on with him as he always preferred the focus to be on us and off of himself. However as we got older, and/or he got older, he shared more but not nearly enough.

In going through the pictures recently, it brought back so many wonderful memories of us all with Uncle Orville and the family at various stages of our lives. Birthday parties (too numerous to count); trips to the beach; trips to the country to visit family in St. Ann’s Bay, Bamboo & Brown’s Town; and family gatherings were always guaranteed to be fun and always included lots of food, fun and fellowship.

One of the memories that I have of Uncle Orville was his interest in me getting married. When one of his cousins (and my aunt) got married for the first time at age 58, he told me that he wouldn’t bother me again as I had enough time to sort that out (over 30 years at the time). In the last year, he reminded me quietly that the time was drawing nigh. For the record, I just want to state that I still have a few years left to reach that age milestone!

Another memory of Uncle Orville was his desire to always help. I got my first summer job at Scotiabank just out of High School at Scotiabank Liguanea where I was assigned to be the telephone operator. It was not surprising that occasionally he would call to ensure that I was answering the phone in a professional manner and to also make sure that I was okay. Once I was finished with undergraduate studies, I had to give him my resume and have a discussion with him regarding my choice of companies to submit an application for a job. You definitely knew the companies that he was not enthused about based on his lacklustre response. Suffice it to say, one of the companies that I interviewed with was Scotiabank in 1989 (approximately thirty-one years ago) and I’m still working there. He was also instrumental in me purchasing my first car and was able to secure a discount on the price of the motor vehicle.

I accompanied Uncle Orville to some of his functions when I was younger and enjoyed watching and listening to him in action with his peers. It didn’t hurt that I got to go to restaurants or hotels to enjoy a great meal and his company, of course.

Growing up my sister and I had three father figures and Uncle Orville was definitely one of them. If he didn’t hear from us or see us, he had no problem picking up the phone to check on us or just appearing at the gate as his saying was always, “If the mountain won’t go to Mohammed, then Mohammed must come to the mountain.” When you visited him at home, he would find ways to make you stay longer than you planned. As he got older, he had no qualms about using bribes (cashews, fruits, Aunt Barbara’s rum punch, etc.) to get you to come and visit him and he was not shy about letting you know that it was too soon to leave if you attempted to go after an hour. In his mind, that was just a doctor’s visit.

We are forever thankful that Don & Ingrid organized a family reunion last year July and the elder statesmen (Uncle Orville & Uncle Max) were there. Uncle Lan, Don, Kirk, our cousins, Karen and Ian along with their children/young people, Winsome, 2 of her boys, Jerry, Missy and I were able to attend. It was good for all of us to have been in one place at the same time reminiscing and having fun.

I admired my uncle for how he looked after Aunty Barbara, right to the end and how he was able to run the household like clock-work. When he had his medical challenges last year, we had to get him to relax and let others look after the household as even on the hospital bed, he was busy giving instructions and organizing payments/bills and the nurses for Aunty Barbara rather than concentrating on getting better.

When I had my own medical issues a few years ago, he was understandably concerned and he would check up regularly to ensure that I was doing okay. Once I returned to work, he would check in to remind me not to overdo things as my life was more important than the ‘work.’

When our Uncle Max visited with him last year and we carried them ice cream, he said he knew that once Uncle Max was gone, he wouldn’t get any more ice cream so that sort of became our thing which became even more important to all of us, including Kirk, after Aunt Barbara died and we will miss those times indeed.

Uncle Orville meant so much to so many people who have many stories to tell of his unselfishness, his generosity, his care and his love.

Uncle Orville, you lived a full life. You were the consummate family man, professional, mentor to many persons who have only had kind words to say about you. We are so happy that he was such a huge part of our lives. Don & Kirk, thank you for sharing your dad with us…. With all of us. You were well loved and you will be missed.

May your soul rest in peace!

Nardia Gordon-Somers and Winsome Marsh, Nieces

Tribute To The Life Of Orville Fitzroy Walker

Those we love don’t go away. They walk beside us every day, unseen, unheard but always near, beloved, so missed so very near. These words exemplify just how we all feel at the loss of our dear family and friend, Orville Fitzroy Walker.

Ever since my family relocated to Brown’s Town, I have had the distinct pleasure to know and enjoy the company and friendship shared with my cousin, Orville. We went to primary school, attended church and played together. Throughout the years, he remained a supportive, kind and, all in all, great friend. Our families kept in constant contact over all the years and we enjoyed many happy times together.

Orville was a perfect gentleman and was at ease in any environment. We watched with admiration his ascendance through his banking career. He was a genuine friend always willing to lend a helping hand and give advice when requested. He loved life and family and always maintained a pleasant disposition. My family and I will always cherish his memory and rejoice in a life well lived.

Bryan (Max) Walker, Cousin

Uncle Orville’s Tribute

One cannot say enough to give honor to Orville Walker. He was a kind, generous, loving, and honest gentleman. A consummate leader whose integrity was unmatched. He was a devoted family man who had a way of making everyone feel as if they were family. He lived a life of service and had a way of using humor to make life even sweeter.

I admired his relationship with my dad, Bryan Walker.

They were cousins and best friends. I often enjoyed listening to the many stories of how they would get into mischief together and find a way out of it unscathed. I always chuckled when the two reminisced on how they courted the two young nursing grads, my mom and Aunt Barbara. It has always warmed my heart to see my Dad and Uncle Orville sitting together laughing and reminiscing on the stories of their youth.

One particular story exemplified just how close that bond was. When I was born, my father was unable to leave the bank in time to pick my mother up at discharge. My father was distraught but when he asked his “brother” Orville to do the honors, he didn’t hesitate. You can imagine the nurses, however, when Uncle Orville showed up just a few months later to pick up Donovan and Aunt Barbara from the same hospital. They were confused and jokingly asked him if he came with another Mrs. Walker. He, needless to say, chuckled and gave that impish smile and left them all laughing to themselves.

Uncle Orville’s love and support manifested itself in many ways. One summer I was back in JA doing an internship at UWI and I was a little nervous about my lack of medical experience. He would just laugh and say... “but they already know you’re the book doctor from abroad”. He would assure me there was no need to worry; I was a Walker and I was prepared. Those words of encouragement have always meant the world to me.

Our family vacations to Jamaica were always memorable because Uncle Orville and Aunt Barbara’s generosity made each of us feel like royalty. Whether it was sharing stories while eating fish and festival at the beach or outings to the theatre, each day was an adventure filled with love and laughter.

Uncle Orville’s passing has left a deep void in our family. I will miss his humor and his unfailing love and support. He was a man of action and principle whose life of service-enriched countless lives.

Karen Walker-Jefferson, Niece

When I was told of your passing, it was like I had lost a part of me.

We spoke to each other that Monday, sharing a joke. So, I could not believe you were gone so suddenly. You were a true and dear friend. More than a friend; you were the loving brother I never had.

On my many visits from abroad over the years, your home was my home. I always looked forward to those times of fun and laughter.

I will truly miss your jokes, laughter, care and kindness. Your loving devotion to my dear cousin, your wife, during her long illness was commendable. You were there for her night and day.

Regardless of how tired you were, you were available. Orville, if tears could build a stairway to heaven, I would climb it to bring you back again. Because no farewell words were spoken, no time to say goodbye. Only God knows why. I will cherish loving memories of you always.

Rest in Peace.

Ivy Ashwood, Cousin-in-law

Ken: Dear uncle, today I am forced to say good bye to you.

I will never forget how you treated me like your son, you taught me one valuable lesson that I will never forget, that is, how to be a better man, even though it was not clear to me until I got married.

Valinda: The first thing I noticed was your uncanny but charming smile, compounded with your sense of humor. I remembered you telling my husband that he thinks he is the boss but very soon he will realize that he is housing the boss. I also have benefitted from the valuable lessons taught. I am glad we shared something special with you, Kendra’s birth, on your wedding anniversary.

Kendra: Uncle Orville, I am grateful for every year that you and Auntie Barbara would call me to wish me a happy birthday. You always encouraged me to do good and never failed to entertain me with your quick wit. I never thought that this year would be the last time I’d get a birthday call from you. I will always look back at the years I had with you with fondness.

Ken, Valinda & Kendra Shaw, Nephew and family

Uncle Orville, the monarch of the Walker’s family left me in a daze as I grope to face

reality. He was the epitome of love, patience, wit, kindness, wisdom and humility.

As a youngster my joy was attributed to Uncle’s numerous visits to Browns Town, where I resided with my grandparents who were his parents, as he was always the bearer of excitement, hot wheels and the newest and best toys. Grandma and grandpa could not keep me contained before these visits as I anticipated the family vacations to the north coast and the ecstatic experiences that brightened my life. I was always included in these ‘get away’ trips and never felt like the nephew, I felt like one of his sons and these blissful impacting moments never left my memory.

As I grew older I moved closer to Uncle Orville. Friday evenings were pleasurable for me. I would find my way to Scotia bank and wait patiently for Uncle Orville to complete work so we could start our unforgettable weekends. Fishing on Palisadoes Road, Sugar and Spice treats, tennis games, movies and a host of other activities were enjoyed by us.

Uncle Orville extended his love to my family. I watched my children and wife grow fond of him and I thank God that they were blessed enough to experience a fraction of what I experienced with my Uncle Orville.

This world is robbed of a great, good and pure man. There are no words to delineate the memories that I will never allow to perish. A conscience void of offenses and strife, a heart that glowed with goodness, kindness and love, eyes of penetration that seemed to read my mind, affection that captivated everyone, the peculiarity of semantics and intonation or the lack there of and the smile in his voice as he teases the children are the memories I have that will never cease to positively impact our lives.

Rest in Peace Uncle Orville.

Michael and Arlette Shaw, Nephew and wife

TRIBUTE - Mr. Orville Fitzroy Walker(Uncle Orville)

When Don asked me to do a tribute for his dad, Uncle Orville, I paused for a while, wondering how I would fit all his influences on my life in just a few short paragraphs. Adjectives that come to mind to describe Uncle Orville included kind, patient, willing, wise, the go to person and someone who I could always seek sound advice from.

Uncle Orville was affable, easy to talk to. He was amiable, articulate, friendly, polite (he was always saying please and thank you), extremely likeable (a no brainer) and above all, exceptionally charming. He had the magic effect that would make people gravitate towards him. These are just a few of my long list of adjectives to describe him.

Uncle Orville was a tower of strength for me during the period of my mom’s (his sister Merle’s) illness. Many days, I felt that the issues were insurmountable, but he assured, comforted and guided me, each and every day. This while attending to Auntie Barbara around the clock, who was also ill. You made your home my home, a place where Jaden (my son) looked forward to visiting regularly.

Uncle Orville was solution oriented; he had answers to questions that I had not even thought of, along my life’s journey. It was just a matter of tapping into his reservoir of knowledge, experience and developed intuition. Simply put, Uncle Orville, you are my HERO, the person I would name “Super Witty” the always smiling super hero.

May your soul truly rest in peace and light perpetually shine on you.

Richard Shaw, Nephew

A Beautiful Soul...

Loves without condition, Talks without bad intention Gives without a reason, and most of all Cares for People without any Expectations.

I saw this quote and it reminded me immediately of the character of Orville, my friend. It is difficult to condense fifty years of friendship, especially with one that involves OFW. We had degrees of separation 20 years before we met.

Maxi (his cousin) attended Cornwall College at the same time as Tennyson “Don”. In addition, Orville and my brother Balmain worked at the Bank of Nova Scotia and knew each other.

So, when we met in person in ’71, there already was a significant frame of reference.

Within the Levy family, he always said Tanya was his favourite, and brought it up in conversation, even when I did not want to hear it. Interestingly enough, the last conversation she had with her Uncle Orville, he reminded her of same. Neal was Barbara’s.

Some of my fondest memories are of the early days in Hope Pastures. Orville taught me to drive.

Although my husband was as patient as Job for most things, anything related to motor vehicles was not part of that equation.

The eight of us would often go to the country on weekends. Port Antonio was our collective favourite.

We rafted, went to Blue Hole, stopped for jerk pork right off the zinc, and hot hardough bread from his favourite bakery.

I can see Orville playing cricket and football in the

yard with Don, Kirk, and Neal. He also took them fishing. All this to say, he loved children, and enjoyed spending time with them. They were always happy to be with him.

The circle widened when we were introduced to Jean (Maxi’s sister) and her two daughters, Nardia and Winsome. They quickly became my other two daughters, and by this time, we were too many for one car, so often on country runs, we traveled in convoy.

Trips included Brown’s Town, St Ann's Bay, and let us not forget Mammee Bay where we went every Ash Wednesday to the Stonas, for a day of fellowship and fun. That of course included dominoes, and OFW was always my partner, (no postmortems if we lost) God bless him. At times, the return home involved racing, instigated by the kids in respective cars. One would hear from the backseats, "pass him, Daddy!" and the poor fathers complied, often, I'm sure, reluctantly.

In latter years after we left Jamaica, the highlight of our trip back home always was a trip to Hellshire for fish, bammy and festival. Of course, dominoes had to be played there as well because there was always a set in the car, just in case we had a foursome. I'll certainly miss those excursions, when next I visit home.

There are so many treasured memories. Each one more precious now that we cannot talk about them. Our conversations in the past weeks were littered with “do you remember when?”

Orville was a Generous, Patient, Considerate, Honest, Loyal, Loving, Gentle Man. There is so much that's left unsaid, but space does not allow. so......

Farewell my Darling, Man above so many, till we meet again Miss and Love you Always Pam Brown Levy, Family friend

Throughout the years, Uncle Orville played a pivotal role in every generation of our family. A cousin (“brother”) to my father, best man at my parent’s wedding and to me and my siblings one of our favourite uncles.

Our Uncle Orville was a true family man. He always looked out for family, be it is his immediate family, work family (Scotia), social family (Rotary) or in our case extended family. When it came to extended family it mattered not whether your last name was Walker, Wilmot, Shaw or Gordon-Somers, all were in his world, part of the Walker family.

He brought family together, whether it was in Brown’s Town (in our earlier yeas) or at Shortridge. I recall many happy Easter holidays’ in Brown’s Town with Daddy Walk’s, Aunt Lena, Uncle Orville, Aunt Babs, Donovan, Kirk, Aunt Jean, Nardia, Winsome and Michael (Shaw), playing piano, playing cards (spades), making and flying crepe paper and flour paste kites. His house at Shortridge was a warm welcoming house and one that we were always excited to go to in the days when Sunday driveouts to visit family and friends without notice was the norm. A house at which Brian, Simone and I played our first ‘ping-pong’ video games (with Donovan, Kirk and other cousins) at a time when this was novel gaming technology.

He was the uncle that was always ready to encourage and support you whether it as a job reference, a summer job or just a listening ear. He would offer support even when you did not ask or think you needed it but realised you did once it was given. He was particularly supportive to our family when our father passed away. Generous with his time, his thoughts and deeds as evidenced by his steadfast caring for Aunt Babs and Aunt Gwen, Daddy, us – the list goes on.

A life well lived, a soul well loved, a spirit that will be missed by the Wilmot family (cousins)– Farewell Uncle Orville.

Yellow roses are excellent for cheering us up. They can also mean farewell or a sign of remembrance. Wasn’t it ironic that on September 14, 5 days before Orville’s passing, he sent a picture of his yellow rose in bloom to my sister Val? She shared this with me – a beautiful rose indeed! I will always remember the fabulous rose garden in Orville’s backyard that so fittingly complimented our wedding reception 34 years ago. So going forward whenever I see a yellow rose my dear cousin will come to mind.

Having gotten over my fright as a young and shy country girl of my well-spoken cousin, I later became an ardent admirer of his accomplishments in both his professional and philanthropic contributions. We developed a special relationship in my adult years and his sense of humor was unmatched. I know if he had seen me in my straw hat last Saturday at the Rotary tribute event, I would never have lived that down.

I will miss so many things about you being so well spoken and mild mannered: The slow “Hello Mrs. Laidlaw” greetings followed by “ Have you seen or spoken to Mrs. Powell since you arrived?” and his insistence for me to have a drink and a bite at his house no matter how much I was rushing. There are too many to mention but I’ll cherish those memories forever.

We know that the passing of a loved one who was a remarkable and inspiring presence to the family and others is the start of the separation process so just allow the wonderful memories to live on.

Jenifa Laidlaw , Cousin

Tribute from The McDonalds Grandpa Orville was a gentle and caring man! One who embodied 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. He was patient. He was kind. He did not envy others and he did not boast.

He was not proud, and he did not dishonor those who dishonored him. He wasn’t self-seeking in any of his actions and was slow to anger. He kept no record of wrongs and he rejoiced with the truth. He protected his family, trusted the ones he loved, and always had hope and faith. He bore the fruit of the Spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, self-control, and gentleness.

He walked this earth with integrity and was a model of good works. He is at home with the Lord. We will miss and love him forever. He will forever be in our hearts.

“For he will never be shaken; the righteous will be remembered forever.” Psalm 112:6

Love always, Daniella and Camille McDonald, In laws

From the moment I met Mr. Walker over 35 years ago, he made me feel at ease. He was such a gentle man, always jovial and welcoming. I later learned of the dynamic role he played at B.N.S. and was so impressed by his humility. He was a kind-hearted person and, after my father had passed, I saw him as a father figure when we all fellowshipped together at family occasions. He also took on the role of grandfather to my daughter, Daniella, and she used to love to visit and spend time with both Mr. and Mrs. Walker at their home until she migrated. He was a good listener and seemed genuinely interested in whatever was taking place. He was someone from whom I sought advice on many occasions on different topics as I valued his opinion highly. I respected him and appreciated him.

Another thing I really admired was his devotion to his wife. He has been an exemplar and I am grateful that I was blessed to know him. May you soar with the angels. Rest in peace!

Richard McDonald, Don’s Brother-in-law

When our two families met, it was as though we had known each other long before. Barbara would get my husband, Robert, to play the piano while she sang folk, oldies and classical songs. Orville and I would be in the background sharing stories, enjoying good food, good company and laughter. Rob passed away in 1997 and later that year, when Jessica was born, we shared the excitement and care of the first grandchild in both families.

Zoe and Daniella followed in 2002 and we celebrated again. Orville and Barbara made sure that I was included in any events they had; and Orville was always thoughtful and considerate always checking up on me. He was a gentle giant, full of humour, always teasing us with a mischievous, hearty laugh. At each family gathering, we were always the earliest and if the others were late, he always reminded me that the lateness must have come from the McDonald side to which I replied, “Remember, I’m always early too”.

On the Saturday before he passed, we were all together; and he looked so young and vibrant and jovial that I had to comment. We made sure that he had vegetables with his dinner, much to his disapproval so he called Max, his cousin in Virginia, and complained to him that “Three generations of women in the family are ganging up on me, harassing me to eat vegetables!”

He was astute and will be remembered for his uncanny ability to make persons feel valued regardless of age or status. He was such a loving, kind, affectionate, caring gentleman and has left a rich legacy in values and attitudes.

May his soul rest in peace and the light of God shine on him forever. Rest well, my friend, you deserve it. We will certainly miss you very much.

Love, Esther McDonald

For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.

2nd Corinthians 4:17

Esther McDonald, Daughter in law’s mother

ORVILLE FITZROY WALKER, FRIEND EXTRAORDINAIRE It is difficult for me to speak of my friendship with Orville, separate and apart from my friendship with Barbara, as Alwyn and I were equally close to Orville and Barbara. Without flattery or exaggeration, I use the word, “extraordinary” to describe our over fifty-year friendship.

Two definitions of a friend are: one attached to another by affection or esteem; the other: Acquaintance. Acquaintances abound, and are a dime a dozen: True friends are rare, and priceless. There is a saying that virtue has to be tested to be virtue; the same is true of friendship, and Orville’s friendship has stood the test of time; tried and proven: he was no fair weather friend; but rather, the proverbial, “….friend indeed.”

Jesus Christ, said, “The Words I speak to you, are Spirit and Life,” and taught us that the things of the Spirit are diametric to the things of the world: First is last, last is first; rich is poor, poor is rich; humility is exaltation, self exaltation is abasement; servant is master, master is servant, etc. It is from my understanding of this spiritual Truth that I judge Orville’s friendship to be extraordinary; for it flowed from who he truly was. It was an ordinary thing with him, not contrived, no hidden agenda, seeking no praise, no big ting! Simply extraordinary!

Now, Orville has made his glorious transition from the earthly to the spiritual realm, a mere four months after his loving and beloved Barbara made her own; joining the many loved ones who have gone ahead.

What do we say to those who have ascended to the “realm of endless day”? Do we say, “Walk good dear friends?” Not unless we would encourage a soaring eagle to alight on land, so it could merely walk; for they have run their race and finished their course of human life. 2Tim.4:68. Instead, let us sincerely thank the divine Father for the blessings He gave us through them, as they walked in submission to His Word. For us who mourn, we pray the Father to reveal to us the peace and joy of submitting to His Word, at all times.

Philippians 4:8 is an excellent example of words of exhortation, which, if we wholeheartedly receive and obey, will most certainly, edify and strengthen us, and indeed, “turn our mourning into dancing for us.” (Ps.30: 11) May we all do this, in tribute to Orville, Barbara, and all our loved ones who have gone ahead; for the sake of our own peace, comfort, and joy; and most of all, to the glory of our heavenly Father, the God of all comfort.

Carol and Alwyn Stona, Family friends

Orville Walker ….. a gentleman, whose generosity knew no bounds

Our families were inseparable, always interacting and supporting each other in varying family milestones. One could not be associated with Orville without being integrated with his family, because for him family was central, and was the foundation from which inspiration and sustenance emerged.

We would spend many family weekends together whether it was at Silver Sands, Ocho Rios or attending family celebratory events in Jamaica and overseas. Here we would withdraw from a busy and demanding world by playing dominoes, very often until the wee hours of the morning.

We would also discuss topical events teasing each other and in the process eliciting in return his signature infectious laughter.

It is no secret that Orville was regarded as the template of what a good husband ought to be, and I have repeatedly heard the refrain “Orville would do this or Orville would do that”. O how I sometimes envied him for being regarded as the very epitome of perfection.

What were some of his other attributes?

First, he was a gentleman, adept at the social graces. He would never do or say anything that was inappropriate or ungracious for he was the consummate gentleman. He embodied within himself what I would describe as that fast disappearing “old world charm”, courteous, soft spoken, always displaying good manners, and being forthright and truthful in thought words and deeds.

And he harboured no resentment even to those who might have unwittingly been unkind to him, for his vision was larger than life, never centred on things ephemeral, but rather that which was transcendent, permanent and enduring.

Second, he can be described as an intergenerational man. I have always been impressed with the ease with which he would bridge the generational divide. You might have seen it in his interaction with persons who were one half his age and the ease with which his laughter would emerge. We have also seen the smoothness and kindness with which he interacted with his own grandchildren Jessica and Zoe. Third, Generosity. Not many persons are aware of this aspect of Orville. Indeed, I would hazard a guess that not even his own family was aware of some of the many causes of which he was a benefactor, because it was a part of him not to let the left hand know what the right hand was doing.

And he gave generously without ever seeking anything in return, hosting innumerable parties, sponsoring fund raising activities, accommodating visiting overseas persons, hosting celebration of milestone events with his charming wife Barbara. And his legacy project The Cardiac Diagnostic Unit at the University Hospital stands out as evidence of his commitment, foresight, enthusiasm and his ability to successfully raise the funds which were required for the venture.

Finally Orville was a genuine person. It has been said that “One friend in a lifetime is plenty, two are hardly possible”. When you had Orville as a friend, you needed no other. Confidential, thoughtful, resourceful, one in whose presence you could relax and be totally at ease while discussing any subject under the sun.

My wife Valerie joins me in thanking God for allowing us to participate in this brief walk with him, we are indebted to him for his friendship, and will be forever guided by his precepts and example.

Walk good my friend, may the angels shepherd you into paradise.

Rev’d Dr. Webster Edwards, Friend

The Dear Family - Donovan, Kirk, Ingrid, Jessica, Zoe

How can I begin to express “My Sorrow, My Grief, My Sadness “ on hearing of the passing of “My Dear Friend Orville.”

I have been numb since hearing. What can I say?

“The Lord Giveth and the Lord Taketh. Praise be the name of the Lord.”

Is that enough comfort to those who loved a Dad, a Father, a Father-in-law, A friend, A loving, Caring, Considerate, Kind Man, who loved his family and lived an exemplary life to the end of his days.

Orville was “A Man for All Seasons.”

My friend Orville had a voice that I will never forget, it is still playing in my head!!

A voice that I will never hear again!!

A voice of authority, yet Caring and Kind.

“A Distinguished Gentleman, A loving Soul of Distinction and Class.”

The Year of 2020 has been an “Unprecedented Year “ for all of us. A Year of Sorrow and Grief for many. “The Walker Family” has had their share. Those of us who are still here, can only grieve with you.

My family and I, want you to know that we continue to think of you lovingly. We remember you in our prayers, praying and asking Our God to continue to grant you Grace and Mercy, and giving you enough Strength, Comfort and Peace, holding you up in his Everlasting Arms to continue to bear this “Tremendous Loss.”

Words seem so feeble in moments like these, Life is so precious, and death such a thief, The dept of your pain I cannot comprehend, but I’ll stand alongside you in the darkness, my friend.

Love is a bond that death cannot part Gone from our arms, But still held in our hearts.

John Mark Green May His Soul Rest In Peace, and Light Eternal Shine on Him.

Valerie Edwards,Friend

Tribute to OFW

It was the year 1972 and two young Scotiabank employees, deeply in love, wanted to get married; the challenge was that one worked at the Christiana branch and the other at the Linstead branch. and that was how Orville Fitzroy Walker entered our lives and remained there until September 19, 2020. He was the Head of Personnel as it was called in those days and so Vendryes took a chance and went in to see him to ask for transfers for both of us. in his usual unflappable style he arranged it, Vendryes went to the Victoria & Blake branch and Marie to the Maxfield Avenue Satellite branch. By an amazing coincidence, we chose September 16 as the wedding date which was Orville’s and Barbara’s as well and so began a wonderful relationship.

Although he was so senior to us in the bank we became friends and would celebrate our anniversaries together for many years.

We became a part of the Walker family as we were invited to many functions at their home; we got to know Browns Town because of Orville, we got to know his parents who also celebrated their wedding anniversary on September 16. We got to know several rotarians because he would talk about his rotary family and we would attend rotary functions at #3.

We actually thought he was much older than he was because of the responsible jobs he held in the bank not to mention his serious demeanor. We soon found out how much fun he was! He was an unapologetic tease, if he ever found out anything about you, you could never forget it. I will never forget wearing a lowish cut blouse and he said I was trying to make a mountain out of a molehill! More recently he became a faithful viewer of the Methodist District Tv Worship service on which I often sang as a chorister and I could look forward to his feedback after it ended especially about the choice of hymns. So one Sunday instead of a commentary on the hymns, I got “ You ladies owe Mrs Obama a debt of gratitude because all of you are wearing sleeveless!”

We were in awe of him not because of his status but because of the wonderful man he was, the loyal friend, the devoted husband, and caring father. He showed us what “ for better for worse, in sickness and in health” looked like by the way he cared for Barbara.

Since Barbara’s passing we tried to visit him regularly and if I didn’t, he would find a reason for me to come by- to collect his church offering, to pick up star fruits for Liam and Leia, to collect mangoes, to deliver avocados and he would never allow me to leave without walking me to the gate. He taught me how to roast breadfruit in the microwave.

He loved to talk about Barbara, sometimes it was “ my wife” other times it was “Mrs. walker” and “Barbara” of course! On September 16, when we spoke he said if Barbara were here I would have to buy her 55 red roses to celebrate the anniversary. and he told me about the yellow rose that had bloomed in Barbara’s garden.

Our last conversation was on Friday, September 18, when he called to chastise me for coming to the house and leaving without seeing him.

Orville, we will miss you, miss your booming laugh, your big warm smile, miss your friendship and love but we are thankful that you were in our lives. “ May the angels lead you into paradise and lead you to the holy city Jerusalem, and to Barbara.”

Marie and Vendryes Miller,Colleague and friends

TRIBUTE TO ORVILLE WALKER There is an abundance of sayings that speak well to the true measure of a man, all of which could describe Orville Walker. Building on some of these quotations, I say the following of Orville: The true measure of a man is not how high he reaches in life, but how quickly he responds to the needs of others, and how much he gives of himself.

It is how he treats someone who he knows cannot return the favour, or from whom he is not expecting anything in return.

Orville did not impose his will on others, yet he was a natural leader. This was the man.

He was a loving and devoted husband, father and grandfather. A true and loyal friend, solid as a rock, and as constant as the northern star. That smile, that laughter, that sense of humour, the way he made those around him feel special, his quiet dignity, composure and humility. These precious memories will be permanently etched in our hearts.

Orville is gone to assume the ultimate assignment and is soaring with the angels. May God grant him eternal rest and may perpetual light shine on him.

Goodbye my dear friend, ‘til we meet again.

Donna Daley, colleague and friend

Favorite Memory of Uncle Orville:

Uncle Orville was a man of quiet dignity, strength and grace who led with a steady hand on the oars of life.

He gave of his time willingly and effortlessly and one of my favorite memories of him was when he helped me bake my duck bread for my high school baking competition.

He showed me how to knead the dough to get just the right consistency and stayed until the bread was baked to see the end result. I ended up with the first place prize and a trip to Sister Maureen Clare’s office where my bread was praised and delighted over.

Uncle Orville’s steady hand was baked into that bread.

For over 43 years, he made us his extended family. He leaves a void that will never be filled.

His favorite greeting was, “How are you, sweetheart?” words that we will hear no more.

Christine Daley, family friend

Who is a Godparent-A Godparent is a person chosen by parents to take an interest in their child’s development and upbringing. Upon my birth, Orville Fitzroy Walker was chosen by my parents to be my Godfather and what an awesome choice they made. Uncle Orville took the role of being my Godfather very seriously as he took great interest in my development. He never missed a single major event or milestone in my life. I think God makes more than 24 hours in a day for certain people and Uncle Orville was one of them as he was never too busy and was always available to do whatever was asked of him even if it was just to talk. As a little girl growing up, I would always visit Uncle Orville no matter what time of year or day it was and he and Auntie Barbara were always so welcoming and warm and I always had a good time.

Uncle Orville, your passing has left a tremendous void in our lives and you are irreplaceable to say the least. Although I will miss you tremendously, I take great comfort in knowing that you are with God and with Auntie Barbara and that both of you will continue your eternal journey together. I love you and miss you and I will see you again someday.

Love always, Your Goddaughter, Carolyn Daley - Foster

TRIBUTE TO UNCLE ORVILLE Uncle Orville, as he was affectionately and loving called by my cousins and I, and Jessica’s Grandpa by my own daughters, will always have a special place in my heart.

I am grateful for the time my girls and I were able to spend with Uncle Orville and truly know the special person that he was. Even now as I think of Uncle Orville, although I am deeply saddened, a smile comes to my face when I remember him. I will forever miss the jokes, our calls to catch up, road trips across JA, his ability to remember all the special JA things that I loved and the way he doted on us whenever we visited JA. The loving and selfless way he cared for Aunt Barbara, Don, Kirk, Jessica, Zoe, Ingrid and the care he provided for his parents and sister when they were ill. But most of all I will miss his fun-loving spirit and ways, his smile, his hugs, his laughter, his prudent advice and ability to observe all things even when not saying much and every inside joke only we shared. No visit to JA was ever complete without time spent with Uncle Orville, Aunt Barbara, Don, Ingrid and family. Although, his memory and the fun times we shared will forever be treasured in our memories. I, WE will miss Uncle Orville dearly. He was one of a kind!

Arlene Robinson Baugh, Family friend

Growing up in Brown’s Town together, my siblings and I spent many summers with the Walker family. We often went off with them to Colgate. During our High School years, Orville and I were the best of friends and after I migrated to the U.S., we remained really good friends.

Having known him from childhood until post retirement, I have often come to admire many of his outstanding qualities: humility of spirit, sincere thoughtfulness, loving kindness, self-sacrificing care and unconditional love, for not just his family but those special people who had become like family to him. Throughout our many years of friendship our parents and families remained good friends and captured every opportunity to catch up when we visited Jamaica or when he and Barbara and the family travelled to the U.S.

We will miss him dearly, Erna (Bertram), Family friend

Tribute to my Friend and Colleague, Orville F. Walker One of the famous Oscar Wilde’s quotes is “Just be yourself, everyone is already taken”, and indeed my friend Orville in his sincere and humble way was that unique person like nobody else.

I first encountered Orville when he was appointed manager of Scotiabank branch in Port Antonio and I was then the branch accountant. Almost immediately, a mutual bond was established between us. He became my mentor, as he has done for so many other bankers; and I, indeed, benefitted from his guidance throughout my banking career.

It was from those early days I learnt how much a strong family-oriented man he was; and those of us who really knew Orville can vouch for his unwavering love of his family, his lifelong partner Barbara, sons Donovan and Kirk, and later Donovan’s wife, Ingrid, and his adorable grandchildren, Jessica and Zoe. Over the subsequent years, Orville distinguished himself in several senior management roles at King Street and the ScotiaCentre branches. He also served in top positions in the Bank’s Head office, including the first local head of the Human Resources Department, Bank operations, and Group Credit Risk management. Orville also served as a director of Scotiabank Jamaica.

It would be remiss of me not to mention and thank Orville for the pivotal role he played in identifying and training high potential and talented Jamaican workers to assume leadership roles previously held by Canadian expatriates.

Orville kept a keen interest in our career development; and he provided the coaching and mentoring required. He was not any less generous with his advice to many of our personal goals in those days … acquiring our first car and that elusive first home.

There are so many persons, as it was in my case, who can attest to Orville’s guidance, sometimes insistence in assisting us through the process to attain the down payment and mortgage towards that first residence, often when we thought it to be too far removed from us. Orville made it possible.

It is imperative that I also mention my friend’s “biting” sense of humour which he often reserved for his close and dearest friends. He never made me forget the dinner I cooked as a bachelor and invited him and some of his friends to a game of dominoes. Over the years he constantly greeted me with “still learning to cook?” or he reminded me “I was gastronomically saved by marriage”. All these occasions were followed by that bellowing Orville laugh. I will so miss those warm exchanges, my friend.

To Donovan, Kirk, Ingrid and of course Jessica, Zoe and the wider family, I again extend condolences on behalf of my family and myself.

May we all find some comfort knowing that this giant of a man, so humble, generous, loving and a true friend, has left an indelible mark on so many of our lives.

Rest in peace, my friend, and may God’s perpetual light eternally shine on you.

Winston P. Barrett, J.P., Colleague and friend

In Loving Memory: Tribute to Uncle Orville A visit with Uncle Orville and Aunt Barbara was always a welcome and necessary stop when I left a cold and snowy Massachusetts and came home to Jamaica for Christmas. Aunt Barbara, my Godmother, always greeted me with a warm smile and a “hello darling”. Her face would light up as I entered the room. Uncle Orville’s baritone voice and big hugs always made me feel I was home. It’s been that way since childhood. I felt their love once my family’s car hit their steep driveway and seeing Uncle Orville’s slow measured gait and welcoming smile as he walked towards us and opened the gate. Sitting and talking during my visits I often asked them for advice but more often they listened to me, deeply invested in what was new with me and encouraging me on next steps so I could figure it out. They were great listeners. The conversations continued even when I returned to Massachusetts, giving them a call by phone. They enjoyed hearing about how school was going and were invested in my education, achievements, dating and later in life marriage but also always up for a joke. Uncle Orville’s laugh was the best! Uncle Orville was an example to me of a sharp wit and intellect but not at the sacrifice of grace and kindness. He was decisive and steady but gentle and light-hearted. My Aunt Barbara was equally as funny, smart, gentle and kind. They had a beautiful marriage and a wonderful partnership. They had a way of sharing a loving and knowing look with each other. This is how I will always remember my Uncle Orville and Aunt Barbara. Being in their presence are some of my favorite memories in childhood and life. My sadness at Uncle Orville’s passing is met by my comfort that he and Aunt Barbara are reunited in eternity, that we will see each other again and when we do I will be greeted once again with a warm smile and laugh. They always spoke with such love for Donovan, Kirk, Ingrid, Jessica and Zoe. Ryan and I send our heartfelt condolences for your loss.

Rest in peace my uncle and my aunt.

Love, Dianah Dianah and Ryan Baxter,God daughter and husband

ORVILLE FITZROY WALKER, (OFW), MR. WALKER. “THE MAN IN MY LIFE”.!!!

I first laid eyes on OFW, when I entered the hallowed halls of York Castle High School (YCHS) in September 1959. I was entering 1st form and he was the Head Boy in 6th form.

This was the first term of the opening of the New York Castle and new students were therefore to be assigned to their respective houses. Yes, I was placed in Murray House, with Orville Walker, the Head Boy, as the House Captain. Being co-educational and with a small startup population, most of us got involved in every extracurricular activity, firstly at form level, then house level and at school representation. Orville was involved at every level. Track and Field, Football, Cricket, (he was a mean off-break bowler). Debating Society, Student Christian Movement (SCM) and Eisteddfod. Needless to say, he was the consummate leader, showing by example of his involvement and in encouragement and left a lasting impression on me. When I became very despondent over not being able to jump 13ft in long jump, to satisfy my First Class Badge in Scouting, he gave me this everlasting bit of advice: “You may mess up, but if it means that much to you, never give up, just get up and try again.” I soon gained my First Class Badge and ultimately became Troop Leader. Two years of his influence helped to guide me and prepared me for several leadership roles at YCHS.

The Methodist church has been a tower of strength in my life, and Orville was there to mentor me.

We both attended Wesley Methodist Church in Brown’s Town. He was one of my Sunday School teachers, along with his parents, and we sang on the choir, while his cousin played the organ and directed the choir.

He was President of three different stages of the church’s Youth Organization, known as the Wesley Guild.

This led to a concretization of my village upbringing in ecumenism, as we engaged in many activities with young people of other churches in our community. I learned there that he was the standard by which you were judged by the entire community. You had to conduct yourself like Orville Walker, to gain their respect and love. Every parent, particularly mothers, wished for their daughters to win his favour and some openly showed it. Who, as a young man, would not want to be in his shoes??

Of course, he graduated from YCHS within two years of my entry, having aced his Higher School Certificate (GCE A Levels equivalent) exams and gained employment at the local branch of B.N.S. Later, after I graduated from YCHS, although I had ambitions to go to the University, parental economic constraints hindered this and so I had to seek employment. After 15 days of teaching and recognizing that I couldn’t take some of what I might have given my teachers, I resigned and sent out five applications and received responses for interviews, with the first one being from Scotiabank.

On the morning I turned up for the interview and an English and Mathematics test, I was taken to none other than Orville F. Walker, who was the then Accountant (now Operations Officer) who would be the lead conductor of affairs. Thankfully, I got the job. On the first day, we were taken to the Manager’s Office; low and behold it was Orville Walker, because he was acting for the manager Mr. Frank G. H. Parkin, who was on leave. I joined the University of the Bank of Nova Scotia, headed by the Chancellor, O.F. Walker and a family of staffers, such as Pauline Edwards (Lawrence decd.), Joyce Mills (Patterson-BNS Canada), Mrs. Annette Charley-Sale, Elizabeth Stewart and Donald K. (DK) Nam, my main tutor. Regrettably, my tenure with Mr. Walker in Brown’s Town was short lived, as he was transferred to become the Manager of the Port Antonio Branch. The many anecdotes of his tenure in the Brown’s Town Branch would take pages. For instance, it is said that as a teller, he never recorded a shortage, as either the customers would voluntarily bring back the over payments, or if after reconciliation the error was identified and the customer contacted, there would be no problem redeeming the cash. Not so for some of us, who may have had to spend hours explaining that it was not the Bank’s cash but for other customers. Such was the high regard that the customers had of him and he likewise of them. With his gentle, soft and caring mannerism, he wooed the staff and customers into a loving web of cohesive loyalty and ownership of the Branch and the quality two-way service

that it brought. We lived a life of caring, sharing, supporting, social uplifting, hard work but most of all a family spirit that bonded us as Branch and our individual external families.

While being in Port Antonio, our contact became less, apart from his then infrequent visits to Brown’s Town, having now met up with persons like Winston Barrett, whose influence was more domestic or drifting to Kingston. I, on the other hand, sought to fill the void left by him, by trying to emulate his style and fervor, which proved to put me in good stead, so that I too was soon on the transfer list. Our contact was then relegated to Bank gatherings, or my request for guidance on some staff issue, after he assumed the position as head of Personnel (HR). Our working contact resumed when I was transferred to the King Street Branch, as the first black Manager of Operations and he soon joined as Snr. Assistant Manager. Since by now I had honed some of the good qualities and skills instilled in me by him since high school, I was about to prove that his efforts were not in vain. That experience, for me was exhilarating and I felt accomplished, under his and the Manager’s guidance and given autonomy. I would discuss plans for the branch with him, receive his blessings and guidance and we were rarely at variance, except when I decided to remove the infamous “segregationist” wall in the lunch room and the role I was to play when the staff became unionized. This put a strain on our working relationship as he, being a member of the Senior Management, could not even appear to have any close dialogue with a “rebel” like me. I was not daunted however as my contact by telephone calls, private notes, or external meetings, were always entertained with the same comfort levels.

Between the heavy work demands, we both got married and our families visited together and attended each other’s events. This continued for quite a while until the job demands, attending to our children and later his care for his dear wife, Barbara, due to ill health, engulfed our time.

Our relationship was then relegated mainly to telephone calls or the occasional meetings in the bank, doctor’s offices and funerals, but it never diminished the mutual respect and conviviality we had with each other. He was never one to show or hold ill feeling against anyone and while he would never let you forget an incident; he would find a humorous way to address odd situations. For example, my family usually went out to dinner some Sundays. One Sunday, when Orville came to visit and we were in discussions for a while, our five year old second son said, “Uncle Orville, Daddy was about to take us to dinner, so maybe you should go home now, so that we can go to eat.” Imagine the gasp and consternation on our faces, but we were soon at ease, when Orville just laughed, apologized to him and warmly bid us farewell. Needless to say, he always reminded us if he was coming to visit, and would always ask if my son was at home because he did not wish to encounter him, lest he be thrown out this time.

I last spoke to Orville soon after Barbara’s funeral service and was pleased that he was in good spirits so I felt at ease, instead of fearing saying the wrong thing to evoke any somber emotions. We parted with a promise that when the travelling protocols of the pandemic were eased, he would accept our invitation to visit us at home in Mandeville. The shock of his passing is devastating, but we are comforted as ones with HOPE, that he is gone to a better place, where we shall meet again someday.

Our deepest condolences to Donovan, Kirk, Ingrid, Jessica and Zoe as well as the other members of Orville’s family and trust that the many memories you shared will serve to bring comfort.

Rest well my brother, friend, mentor and “Man in my life”. Till we meet again, your light will perpetually shine.

Tribute from Rion and Veviene Hall, Colleague /friend and wife

Reflections from Blueth Miller, first Headgirl of York Castle High School Orville and I attended the Baptist Infant School from age four and were always in the same class up to Northside Secondary which became York Castle High. Our family would visit neighbours of the Walkers, the Browns (Granville, Cynthia and Joe Brown) in Goshen and seized those moments to walk over and play and chat together with Orville.

At primary school, the boys played ball and the girls played ring games. Orville had a happy home. In the teenage years, on every birthday or holiday, we, including Millie Speare and Olga Fleming, would all go to the Walkers to have a real dance party as Daddy Walker would bring home the latest, most upto-date records from Kingston. They had a record player and a lot of people attended Merle and Orville’s parties to dance to good clean dance music from the BeBop era such as “Earth Angel, etc. We partied until midnight to 1 a.m. The girls wore Crinoline dresses and flat shoes and the boys wore slacks and shirts. Orville’s cousins, Max and Jean were part of this group but Fay Walker, their sister, was the best dancer.

In school, we were always competing academically and pushed each other to be better. At York Castle, we became prefects, then he became Headboy and I became Headgirl. He was an all-rounder, a balanced individual and had many friends at school. He was a leader and House Captain of Murray House and of course, I was the deputy captain. He was very friendly with Erna and Earl

Bertram, Dougie Archibald, Olga Fleming and Millicent Speare. Jimmy and Geoffrey Bee from Scotland were also his good friends who lived at the Baptist church house. He played football, trained by Mr. Poxon and cricket.

Orville loved to tease people and came up with wry humour and endless jokes. He laughed with a distinct chuckle. Teacher McDonald taught Latin and gave us homework that was difficult for me. I sent in the homework with a note, “I can’t manage it”. The teacher wrote on it, “I can’t is a sluggard too lazy to work. Have you ever met him?” Well for the next few months Orville teased me saying, “You meet him yet?” (him meaning I can’t, the sluggard). Orville and his friends would also have fun at the Teacher Coke’s expense, singing loudly at choir in the auditorium, “Holy, Holy, Holy, LOORRD, GOD ALMIIIGHTY” and laughing inwardly when the teacher said, STOP fanning his hands wildly. Yes, he was quite mischievous.

I would describe Orville Walker as a friend and a brother and I called him often for advice and friendship, especially when the rest of my family migrated. I was very thankful for Barbara, who accepted me as his good friend which helped to strengthen/develop our friendship into adulthood. He was a decent person, dignity personified. He was kind in thought and deed and generous to a fault. He overdid himself for people and was never too busy to lend a hand. When Maxie visited, they would visit me 3-4 times for the week and we would reminisce and laugh at the memories. I can’t believe he is gone.

Orville, you will always be in my heart.

Blueth Miller, oldest friend

Tribute to Orville Fitzroy Walker

Orville Walker was appointed the “Head Boy” of “ York Castle High School “ , Brown’s Town, St. Ann, when the new York Castle High School was opened in the year 1958. This made him the “ First Head Boy “ .

Prior to this he attended the Northside Secondary School.

Orville was a very distinguished student who exercised discipline, decorum, respect and professionalism of his duties.

His decorum was exemplary and it epitomized the quality of the gentleman he was.

Outside of his substantive roles and the consummate professionalism associated with his performance, Orville was a mentor for other students, offering career guidance, balance, empathy and he was a great protector of the dignity of the students.

York Castle High School records their sincere appreciation and respect for Orville Fitzroy Walker , an outstanding individual who made his mark on so many students and also the population of Brown’s Town, St. Ann. His legacy remains visible and his contributions live on.

Joy Speare

TRIBUTE TO ORVILLE WALKER. I was introduced to Orville when I attended a Rotary Club of

St. Andrew luncheon meeting in late 1992. I was the guest of a colleague of mine the late Past President Keeble Williams. The Rotary Clubs at that time were all male clubs but there was a recent change internationally which allowed clubs to accept female members. Keeble wanted to have me accepted into the club but faced objections from some of the membership. As a result I visited the club for almost 12 months before I was inducted and during that period Orville, who was a firm advocate of bringing women into Rotary, along with Past President Webster, shielded me from the naysayers opposed to the move and their derogative remarks.

I was inducted in November 1993 and in April 1994 my father died. Orville then became my adopted father. He was a friend, advisor, confidant, touring partner, and he taught me everything about Rotary.

Orville was a committed Rotarian. He exemplified the meaning of “Service above Self” and encouraged me to live up to that motto by taking part in all the activities of the Club from publishing the Hub newsletter, being secretary and even treasurer. Being an engineer I did not think I had the appropriate skill to be Club treasurer, but Orville made sure I knew exactly what was required and he was there every step of the way to ensure that I did things right.

Attending fellowship events was also part of being a good Rotarian and Orville really enjoyed them. He loved playing dominoes and hosted many marathon sessions. He was my domino partner. I am an amateur domino player and Orville always tried his best to spare me from getting the dreaded six love. He always said male Rotarians from other clubs could not come and give our first female Rotarian Love!

Orville and I were shopping partners. Anytime he wanted to get something special for Barbara, the kids, or grandkids, we would spend a Saturday morning going from store to store until he found exactly what he wanted. When I needed a big ticket item he would say – ok let’s go spend your money!

We went on our last shopping trip only a few weeks before he passed.

He treated his close friends as family and would always enquire about my entire household, even the dogs. He always reminded me jokingly of my little corgi dog Zoe. Jessica fell in love with the puppy, so much so that Orville had to carry her to visit often. When it came time to name his new granddaughter, Jessica suggested Zoe. Her parents thought she had chosen the name from a good friend of the family and Orville did not tell them until much later that it was the name of her favorite dog! Orville has been a steady guiding hand over these past years. Rotary will miss him, and I will surely miss him. He is gone too soon but he will forever have a place in my heart.

Gone But Never Forgotten

Grace Ashley, Rotarian and Friend

Minna’s Tribute to Orville

It is with a deep sense of sadness that I am paying tribute to my dear friend Orville.

I express my heartfelt condolences to Don, Kirk, Ingrid, Jesseca, Zoe and the rest of his family and friends. I trust that the knowledge of how much Orville was loved and appreciated, as evidenced by the tributes to him, go some small way towards dulling the pain and grief that is yours.

There is a magic in the memory of a friendship of almost three decades. It softens the heart and brings joy to the spirit.

From our days at Scotiabank, through our Rotary journey, to his passing, Orville has been an “old friend”. You know the ones that we consider our great blessing, those that we share memories of the same events, and have for the most part, the same mode of thinking.

I feel very fortunate and blessed to have had Orville as a boss, a mentor, a big brother. One who was kind, accessible, caring, protective, encouraging and allowed me to learn from him when I was seeking so much knowledge. One who took the time to teach me the necessary soft and life skills and to maintain a strong social support system. One who influenced me to accept appointments at board or leadership levels in professional as well as charitable organizations such as Rotary. I will forever be grateful to you for your effort to invest in me. You taught me some of the principles that I hold most dear to me.

You were one of the consistent voices that encouraged me and helped to keep me going. Your vibrant spirit was always that light that shined effervescently, causing others around you to ignite.

Now, then, I bid farewell to your physical being, grateful that I was one who had the opportunity to share moments, seasons, and lifetime memories with you. Orville will live on in us - his friends and his family. And when our grieving is over, we will cherish the beautiful memories.

Thank you for everything you did, and moreover, thanks for being bold enough to be you. I’ll love you, always.

We pray Orville peace and rest.

Minna Israel , Rotarian, Colleague and Friend

TRIBUTE TO ORVILLE WALKER – “Mr. W ”………………………

My Boss, My Leader, My Mentor, My Protector, My “Dad”, My Friend!!............

How could one individual be so many persons rolled into one?

He was all of that … and so much more!!!

I believe that the Lord placed me in Mr. Walker’s care when I was transferred to Kingston from Discovery Bay in 1970.

He knew my biological father from the Browns Town banking days, and had made a promise to keep an eye on his “wayward, egotistical, self-confident, and overadventurous” daughter. Little did I know how seriously he took his charge!!!

“Mr. W”, as I called him, was the best boss anyone could have. He was a hard taskmaster, always giving me work to challenge my imagination and creativity, but was approachable, charming, kind, always praising my efforts, but came across very strong with his discipline and criticism. When I complained about those last two attributes, he simply smiled and said it was for my own good. “One day you will appreciate it!”…….and I have, and will not stop singing his praises!!!

I will never forgot how special he made me feel, when at age 21, I got my driver’s license on the first try! I walked into the office and flashed my little booklet and he smiled and said “I suppose you want a car now?” “Of course” I said jokingly. By the end of the day, an approved staff loan was on my desk with instructions to go to the Ford Dealership and pick-up my brand new Ford Escort!!! I was on top of the world!!

When I got engaged, he warned Maurice about the “Most miserable woman in the world”, but nevertheless, he and Mrs. Walker took us under their wings and treated us as family. I felt like the “daughter” they never had, until Donovan brought home his beautiful wife, Ingrid. Mr. W made it possible for us to own our first home four years later, and was always there for us at every milestone of our marriage – the birth of our two daughters, our 25th wedding anniversary, my parents’ 50th Wedding anniversary, and our post-graduate studies here and abroad. He never stopped being our advisor, our mentor , our protector and friend – always demonstrating how much he cared.

One day Mr. W invited me to Rotary. “ It was time to give back”, he said. I could not understand his comment, since I was unofficially doing Rotary work for him, through work on the “HUB”, and helping with fundraisers in various forms while I was his secetary. He lived and breathed “Rotary” 100%, and would not be happy until I did the same. Through his inspiration, guidance and support, I became the first female President of the Rotary Club of St. Andrew. I worked hard and pushed myself because I wanted him to be proud of me. Can you imagine how I felt when he actually sang my praises?! I have remained on top of the world to this day!!!!

“Mr. W” influenced my decision to specialize in Human Resource Management by the way he carried out his role in that capacity at Scotiabank. He had a knack of successfully dealing with all types of personalities. People went into his office angry and came out smiling and satisfied. He taught me very early in life that if I did not ‘ love’ people, I could not manage and support them in the correct way. I made my resolve then and there to follow closely in his footsteps. I learned along the way, that he was “very pleased” that I had tried to emulate him by my career choice.

“Mr. W”, I didn’t get to say goodbye, but I take solace in the belief, that you are not far away, and will always be near to us. Walk good my ‘Dad’ and ‘friend’.

We will always love you!!!

Jennifer Anderson, Rotarian, Colleague and friend

Tribute to a Dear Friend and Mentor I am very grateful for the opportunity to write a few words about the very special person, Orville Fitzroy Walker.

I first met Orville on Monday, September 4, 1995, the day I joined Scotiabank. It was uncanny how perceptive he was. He could see that I needed a friend as a new employee in a very traditional environment. Within a week I had developed the utmost respect for him primarily because he had used his powers of persuasion and tact to broker a win-win solution to a situation I was involved in. Little did I know then that he was called the statesman of Scotiabank; a title well deserved.

The next noteworthy encounter with Orville occurred about a month later when I mentioned to him that I wanted to move into a new house in time for Christmas. Mind you, this was October! He was in charge of credit and the rest is history. I did not know then that his son Donovan was a lawyer and a key resource who was able to expedite the matter. In my eyes, Orville was now a miracle worker, as well as a statesman!

Orville’s retirement from the Bank is another significant event that I can recall. Of course, I have skipped over the many occasions when he was kind and supportive while encouraging me to join Rotary. I believe it was at Orville’s retirement party that I met charming, gracious and impeccably dressed Barbara. We hit it off immediately and she started including me in her parties, games evenings and karaoke sessions so I remained in touch with Orville.

I eventually did join Rotary and if Past Assistant Governor Orville were here, he would shake his head and say, “I have never worked so hard on anyone to change their mind”. I am glad he did and I really do owe him a debt of gratitude for being my Rotary sponsor. He was immensely supportive and I could always count on him to share his vast knowledge of Rotary. Orville’s encouragement, sound advice and counsel and most importantly his loyal friendship formed the cornerstone of my Rotary life. As a mentor and role model he was never afraid or hesitant to let me know of any criticism or praise, all in the spirit of making me a better person in whatever role I held.

I admire PAG Orville’s strong commitment to the major project he led during his presidency of the club, the establishment of the Cardiology Unit at the University Hospital of the West Indies. Even after 35 years, he checked on it regularly and just this year he asked me to repair the sign there at a substantial cost to himself.

When I asked him to mention it to the club he said, “Not now”. He was planning at a later date to repaint the building. This is an example of the man he was -never drawing attention to himself or seeking glory. He did what h I will miss his legendary sense of humour. I cannot recall a conversation with him where regardless of how it started, it did not end in peals of laughter. I will miss his wisdom, his unflappable presence, his calm, his courtesy. I am happy that we were able to exchange visits in the last few months despite the pandemic.

Walk good, my dear friend. May the angels guide you to eternal rest. You will continue to inspire.

Marie Powell, Rotarian, Colleague and friend

Special Fellowship and Tribute to PAG Orville Walker

Nov 27th, 1941 - September 19th, 2020 It was quite a challenge to prepare this two minute reflection on a thirty-six year relationship. It seems like yesterday, I had recently returned home after my eleven year sojourn of work, study and living in the USA and eager to find a tennis partner.

A Jamaican work colleague in New York referred me to his brother the late Don Levy an avid tennis player, he in turn introduced me to his tennis partner Orville, another avid tennis player, that’s when I first met Babs, Orville’s wife and their sons, Donovan and Kirk. Every week while playing tennis with Don and Orville, I was regaled with stories of Orville’s life experiences and situations lived through the prism of the Rotary Values of truth, fairplay, friendship and goodwill.

So when Orville became our Club’s President, I became a Rotarian and commit to remain one until I die following Orville’s example, rotary is truly a way of life.

Orville did not suffer fools gladly, but being the witty gentleman that he was, the object of his subtle rebuke could always save public face. Orville was never crass or rude, but always gave it to you straight.

His contribution to the growth and reputation of the Rotary Club of Saint Andrew is legend, his loyal friendship, his wise council, his abiding empathy for others in need, Orville leaves us with an indelible blueprint for a full satisfying life of service to our fellow human beings for which I say an eternal thank you…

Rest in peace my brother.

PP Robert Gregory, Rotarian and friend

A tribute to Orville Walker Orville Walker and his family have been our neighbours for the past 44 years, sharing a common fence at the end of a cul-desac. Orville and Barbara were more than just neighbours to Nellie and I, we counted them among our true friends. Our children grew up together, played together, went to school together and remain friends today. Through the years Nellie and I spent countless hours chatting with Orville over the fence, by our gates, in each other’s living and dining rooms and on the phone as we shared our hearts and celebrated our family birthdays, anniversaries, our children’s weddings and of course our grandchildren. Orville was always ready for a game of dominoes, was considered the resident JP for our family, acted as chauffeur to our children and, as neighbours there was nothing in our kitchens that we lacked that we could not call over the fence for.

Orville had a sense of humour, was very observant and never missed an opportunity to laugh. He had a great appetite for life, laughter and commentary and made himself an intricate part of our lives. He would remember and often recall some special moment in the life of each of us and over the years it became his calling card for us. We remember it fondly.

As our children grew up, Donovan and Kirk would keep in touch with us as much as Michael, Marian, Helen and Karl would take their children over or just send them across to visit as they grew older. I sincerely believe Orville valued our friendship as much as we have his.

I know I speak for my entire family when I say we could not have asked for a truer and more genuine neighbor and friend than Orville.

Words cannot truly express how much we miss him, but I believe the hearts know it.

Kenneth & Nellie Allison, Neighbours

“Rest well, Mr. Walker. We will always remember you fondly. Your

characteristic manner… dignified, but always warm, with an ever-ready smile and a twinkle in your eye. You had the gift of making us feel immediately at ease, whatever the situation – sometimes with a mere word or a hug, more frequently with a joke and oh so often by your characteristic playful teasing. You touched each of us in a special way and we will miss you much.”

Richard, Ghilene, Alison and Melanie Ayoub, Family friends

MEMORIAL FOR ORVILLE WALKER I first met Orville through family related friendship. In later years our friendship grew through Rotary. As Rotarians in early 90s we pioneered the formation of the District Rotaract Committee members and expanded our association as Officers in the Rotary District 7020. I observed the following traits exhibited by him.

Characteristics • Genuine reliable friend • Disciplined and principled with a • Pleasant disposition and sharp wit at times • He was a professional with a successful career in banking and finance.

• Highly respected Mentor and natural Rotary leader • Great team player and Problem solver • He was also an entertainer with a great love for dominoes, and board games in general • He was, above all, a devoted family man In this journey of life:Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what’s to be, A resting place along the road, to sweet eternity.

We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay...

Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know.

For some the journey’s quicker, For some the journey’s slow.

And when the journey finally ends, We’ll claim a great reward, And find an everlasting peace, Together with the lord Rest In Peace my dear friend, Orville.

Dr. Paul Brown, Rotarian and friend

Reflections

“A wonderful personality, Orville always ‘wore’ a mischievous expression accompanied by a wonderful sense of humour and a lovely warm smile. He was a gentleman in every way and will be missed.”

by Beverly Beaumont-Jones, cousin in law

We worked with Mr. Walker at Scotiabank, King Street Branch for many years as his Secretaries.

We found him to be approachable, compassionate and very sincere. He also had a very good sense of humour. He could lessen the gravity of any problem brought to him with an initial humorous response to lighten the moment, but then immediately listened intently to the problem and addressed the issue seriously. He then provided good counsel and made recommendations for an amicable resolution. We thoroughly enjoyed the years working with him and the camaraderie we shared. For instance, as we Jamaicans like to say, we could run jokes with Mr. Walker and not be in fear of any repercussions. When his darling wife, Barbara passed earlier this year, I (Jean) called him from New York and we had a very lengthy conversation, reminiscing about the good old days we had at Scotiabank, he then proceeded to say to me, “you know Jean, I could have sued you and Lily for sexual harrassment” and we had both had a hearty laugh. Lily had planned to call him too, but unfortunately, didn’t get the chance to do so before receiving the sad news of his passing.

We’re both devastated at the loss and wish to convey our sincerest condolences to his entire family, but most especially to Donovan/Ingrid, Kirk and the Grandchildren. We pray that the Lord will grant you all the necessary strength to cope with your loss.

May his soul rest peace.

Lily Chen/ Jean Blackwood Former secretaries

TRIBUTE TO OFW

– I started to work at Scotiabank Jamaica in October, 1995. I began as a Manager, Treasury and had just returned to the island from Canada. Mr. Walker was the Senior General Manager in charge of Credit/Deputy Managing Director. He was responsible for assessing credit risk for all entities that Scotiabank dealt with locally, which included third party banks. As this was “pre-FINSAC”, this included weak financial institutions and new entrants (banks and investment companies).

At that time, one had to understand the market to properly assess credit risk exposure and systemic market issues. Mr. Walker was one of the authorized signatories for assigning the bank’s investment assets. Which means I would need to go to him to get approval for trades and secured lending. He would invite me to sit and have long conversations. These conversations were so casual and yet so deep. He would advise what to do to limit the risks involved inter-bank lending, he would add market context to trades and on things to be careful of going forward, when to hold off on lending (e.g. over holidays and over long weekends), how to reduce fraud risk and other special considerations.

I was young and just coming into banking in Jamaica, but he went beyond the subject matter before him and spent the time to teach me the nuances of banking in Jamaica and the history behind the local financial institutions with which we were trading.

He had no air of superiority or dismissiveness. He managed to teach without being threatening and didn’t use his power to inflict harm or embarrassment. He never rushed but selflessly took the time to teach, to encourage and never made it seem as though he was doing a favour. At the time, I took it for granted that he was an example of a good executive. I have since come to realize that he was instead a rare and special man. As I have matured, I appreciate more and more what he did for me and will be forever grateful that God allowed our paths to cross.

Janice Robinson Longmore, Colleague And Friend

Tribute to Orville F. Walker The Jamaica Bankers Association pays tribute to Orville Fitzroy Walker who is considered a key architect in building the modern Jamaican Banking sector. Orville played a key role in guiding the Scotiabank Jamaica through the transition to local leadership. His outstanding leadership qualities which resulted in him being the first head boy of York Castle High School no doubt led to other outstanding firsts, such as the first Jamaican to be appointed Personnel Manager at Scotiabank and First Jamaican Scotiabank Centre Manager. Orville Walker’s outstanding leadership as General Manager, Deputy Manging Director and member of the Scotiabank’s Board of Governors, reinforced the confidence that would be afforded to Jamaican leaders in the financial sector in the ensuing years. Orville is also sighted as a mentor and a keen identifier of talent. His ability to spot and develop talent is shared by many current and former leaders of Scotiabank and the wider banking sector.

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Jamaica Bankers Association. The Banking Industry has benefitted, and continues to benefit from the leadership role Orville Walker played in banking sector of Jamaica.

Orville Walker wasWemy friend. express condolences to his sons Donovan and Kirk, and his family and friends during this difficult time. May Orville Walker Rest in Peace and light eternal shine upon him.

He was warm, charming, considerate, generous, and blessed with– Jamaica a Jerome Smalling, President Bankers Association quick sense of humour.

Rudyard Kipling would have said of him: He walked with kings but never lost the common touch. We are surely better persons for having being touched by this gentleman. He will be missed.

May he rest in peace.

Ailsa Francis, Colleague and friend

Tribute to Mr. Orville F. Walker It is a great honour for our administrative team to be given the opportunity to pay tribute to the late Orville F. Walker.

Remembering Mr. Walker, for those who were privileged enough to have shared a space with this stalwart of a man, one of the first things you would have noticed was his respect for time as he displayed a high level of punctuality accompanied by respect that was taught with love!

We can remember vividly on days of our interactions when he would enter the office, head held high, back straight standing tall in the full posture of a man with a soothing voice that caressed the air in the room. “Good afternoon Mr. Vincent and the lovely Ms. Johnson� followed by a smile and a joke that lightened up the room.

Punctuality was further emphasized upon Javane, his assigned driver. Each morning we would ask Javane what time he was to go by Mr. Walker and although it would have taken him 10 minutes to reach him, we ensured that he left 20 minutes before the designated time.

Mr. Orville Walker was a very humble and kind spirited person and will be sadly missed.

We love you, Mr. Walker. May your soul rest in peace.

The Subway Administrative team, Robert Vincent, Felicia Johnson, Javane Clarke and Delroy Bright

Tribute to Orville F. Walker – Founding Director

Tribute to Orville F. Walker – Founding Director Mr. Orville F. Walker was a part of the initial cadre of directors of the Real Estate Board, serving from October 1, 1987 to September 30, 1990. He served an additional two years when he was re-appointed in 1990.

As a banker, serving the Bank of Nova Scotia as a Deputy Managing Director, he brought his skill of fiscal prudence and general financial management to the Real Estate Board.

Mr. Orville F. Walker was a part of the initial cadre of directors of the Real Estate The Realserving Estate from BoardOctober was fortunate to to have had such 30, a masterful businessman Board, 1, 1987 September 1990. He served an

with this specific skill-set during its infancy, as that legacy has remained with the additional two years when he was re-appointed in 1990. organization to this day.

Personally, Mr. Walker was the consummate As a banker, serving the Bank of Nova Scotia as a Deputy Managing Director, he professional, often displaying an even-keeled deportment. brought his skill of fiscal prudence and general financial management to the Real The Real Estate Board owes a debt of gratitude to Mr. Walker and extends Estate Board. condolences to his family and friends.

The Real Estate Board was fortunate to have had such a masterful businessman

with this specific skill-set during its infancy, as that legacy has remained with the organization to this day.

Personally, Mr. Walker was the consummate

professional, often displaying an even-keeled deportment.

The Real Estate Board owes a debt of gratitude to Mr. Walker and extends condolences to his family and friends.

THE STUDENTS’ LOAN BUREAU REMEMBERS FORMER BOARD DIRECTOR, ORVILLE F. WALKER Improvement. Efficiencies. Lobby. Reform. These are just a few of the words that resonate as the Students’ Loan Bureau recalls the late Orville Walker and the stellar services he rendered during his tenure at the SLB. Orville Walker served as a Director of the SLB Board for many years. During his tenure he served as Chairman of the Audit and Governance committee as well as a member of the HRA committee. During the period, several key initiatives aimed at reforming the SLB were undertaken: ✔ Review of the lending policy to reduce interest rates ✔ Increase in the number of loans and grants to students Improvement in BUREAU SLB staff welfare programs THE ✔ STUDENTS’ LOAN REMEMBERS FORMER BOARD DIRECTOR, ORVILLE F. WALKER ✔ Lobby for inclusion of the Credit Bureau rating system to assist in the assessment of guarantors.

Improvement. Efficiencies. Lobby. Reform. These are just a few of the words that resonate as the Students’ recalls to thethe late Orville Walker the stellar services he rendered his We extendLoan deepBureau condolences family, friends andand colleagues of Mr. Walker.

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TRIBUTE TO BRO. ORVILLE WALKER

FROM SAXTHORPE METHODIST CHURCH

At the rising sun and at its going down; we remember you At the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter; we remember you.

At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring; we remember you At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer; we remember you We will always remember our brother, Orville who joined the Saxthorpe Methodist Church along with his late wife Sis. Barbara Walker in 1966 and remained a devoted and faithful member until his death.

The Church family has lost an exemplar in how to meet an arduous and challenging situation with strength from God. Bro Orville lovingly cared for his beloved wife Barbara for many years. He never flinched and demonstrated how we can find peace if we have great faith in God in times of adversity. He always had a ready smile, kind words and encouragement for everyone at all times.

He was a member of Class Humility; and in our Class Meetings, his contributions to our discussions were inciteful and often brought a different perspective, which enabled us to glean more insight into the subject. He was always willing to give assistance in any project being undertaken by the church and volunteered to serve on the Committee to establish a columbarium. He was keenly interested in the Church’s outreach programmes and activities and always contributed appropriately.

Though known to many as an accomplished professional in the financial and business spheres, he remained very humble and low keyed. He was a true gentleman, very respectful in the manner he spoke and listened to everyone.

Bro. Walker exhibited the devotion that is required of all of us in the attention and care he gave to his beloved wife Barbara during her illness. Whenever we visited, we were always struck by his tenderness, care and love towards her and he ensured that she was included in every aspect of our visits.

Bro. Orville was a consummate host with a wonderful sense of humour. Each time we paid a visit, he served refreshments and ensured that we were relaxed and comfortable. He had a great voice and would join us in singing Sis Barbara’s favourite hymns.

Bro. Orville, we will remember you. We will remember the lessons you taught us and the peace and love you exhibited which could only have come to you from the God you served, who promised never to leave or forsake us.

A child of God has departed this earth, may his soul rest in peace.

In memory of Orville F Walker, an offering will be gratefully received for the Saxthorpe Methodist Church Building Fund. For persons who were not able to attend the private family service please donate directly to the Saxthorpe Methodist Church – Scotiabank Accounts #1548 (J$ Chequing) OR #32989 (US$ Savings), Branch – Constant Spring Financial Centre (Transit # 21725). All proceeds of this offering will be utilised towards the urgent repairs for the roof of the Church.