Footprints | Welsie Laylor - Beloved Dad will be sadly missed
Weslie Laylor was born and raised in Westmoreland. He later moved to Kingston, where he met Winnifred Hudson, who later became his wife. This union produced eight children: Barbara, Lloyd, Dawn, Beverley, Carl, Angela, David, and Caroline. In addition, he had another daughter, Jennifer.
He was extremely family-oriented. His children and grandchildren were very dear to him. In his later years, he would ensure that the family always came together, either at Christmas time or for the new year to share a meal. He would always be responsible for cooking the soup.
He also enjoyed mixing different kinds of concoctions. One of his favourites was oats, peanuts, and dragon stout with eggs. I can clearly remember borrowing some of his peanuts - without his permission of course! Not really realising that it was being soaked in some alcohol in preparation for one of his usual concoctions. I soon discovered that I had the strangest feeling. And all I will say is that I've never touched alcohol again.
He took the time to teach us good habits that we still use today. He was obsessed with cleanliness and was always washing his hands. He taught us that our friends should be our books. Because of this, we quickly became adept at spotting him on a crowded bus if we decided to disregard his instructions and decided to engage in any form of playful activity on the street while he was at work.
After leaving the west, my dad became a mason by trade. He spent his entire career and even some post retirement years at West Indies Home Contractors (WHICON). While there, he had good camaraderie with his work mates. Based on his leadership skills and abilities, they referred to him as 'Trainer' or 'Captain'. Dada got me my first job, which was also at WHICON. There I learnt to repair small engines that were used on the job site. Winston (Carl) will also never forget the day he outfitted him with tools and taught him the masonry.
DANCING WITH DAD
Dada was not always as serious as he often appeared. He thoroughly enjoyed music and loved to dance. He would put us on his feet and dance around with us when we were young children. As the words of the popular song goes, if I could get another chance, another waltz I'd play a song that would never ever end. Oh I'd love, love to dance with my father again.
Dada is gone, but all the precious memories he made with us will forever be etched in our hearts. He is survived by six of his children, 21 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren. He was pre deceased by his wife and three daughters.
Sleep on, my beloved, and take your rest. You have fought your fight, and ran your course. May God's light perpetually shine on you!