The Walsh family lost a fixture last week, as our evening administrator, Jimmie Taylor, passed away from a short illness. According to our Director of Facililties Chris Stout: “Jimmie has been at Walsh for over 10 years and was the face of Walsh to many of our students and instructors. He always took the time to listen to students and help them out whenever he could. Jimmie provided a calm, friendly and reliable face for everyone who crossed the threshold. He will be sorely missed by all.”
Soft voices are remembering him around our offices; and students from the past 10 years are expressing their surprise and sending their condolences. Most of us didn’t know his family, but send our sympathies to them. Most of us will miss him in his station in the Troy campus lobby…
…and the smell of his dinner around 4:30 pm, usually something wonderful like fries.
…and his end of the day greeting, “you enjoy your evening now.”
Here are just a few of the times that I will remember and will miss about Jimmie; and I hope that if you have a memory, you will add it here.
I called him “Mr. Jimmie” and he would always laugh with his deep chuckle. We shared the Rolling Stones song reference, and acknowledged we could not always get what we want.
One of my kids worked at Walsh for a short time about 8 years ago. He never forgot that, and asked about him regularly.
Jimmie had the best strut of anyone who ever walked the halls at Walsh. His posture was perfect, he swung only one arm, and he had a swagger that could not be ignored. It was important, but not cold. It was confident, but not cocky. It was uniquely Jimmie!
Not long after he joined the Walsh crew, we hosted an Economic Summit on a Saturday morning. Discussion among the economists got heated (I know, it doesn’t fit the image) and the “Brouhanha” (pun intended) caused a bit of a panic in the room. Cool as a snowman, Jimmie escorted the offender outside after calling the police. He returned inside assuring everyone things were fine, and joined us in the lunch line!
I noticed through the years that our international students were especially fond of hanging around Jimmie’s station. I never stopped to ask why, but I’m sure he took an extra interest in them, and helped them find their way and nod his friendly greeting when they came through the door.
We talked a lot about hair over the years. How he had none, then he had some, and how I had a lot. He always had a comment about mine – in fact – just a couple of months ago he told me mine was TOO LONG! Kind of nervy I thought, but I couldn’t wait to show him I cut it all off. Sadly, I never got the chance.
Remember the old story about the grandchildren who all thought they were Grandma’s favorite? That’s how Jimmie made us feel, like one of his favorites. But I'm sure he like me best.