"I expect to pass through this world
but once. Any good thing,
therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show
to any fellow human
being let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it,
for I shall not
pass this way again."
Stephen Grellet,
1773-1855
French-born Quaker Minister
When I think about overwhelming kindness, a hand to steady your way, and an example of what you ought to bring to the world, I think about all of my relatives and friends, but even in that bountiful assembly, my cousin Vernon would stand out. He was a king amongst men and a tremendous inspration for how to handle your business.
Original Providence Baptist Church is the family church and the one where I gerw up. The church was founded at the end of the Civil War, and the congregtion still stands. I was in the choir, and I spent my Thursday nights and Sunday mornings there surrounded by my Wallace relatives. Barry, Rhonda, Mary, and I were in the Young Adult Choir, and we were quite a team. Everyone in that church knew who we were because we were Wallaces.
Vernon was always there and whenever I saw him, there was always an embrace, a kind word, and endless encouragement. He always wanted to tell you and anyone around you how proud he was of you, he couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone as his cousin. It elevated you in the world, you weren't just some snot nosed kid hanging around trying to get a spare chicken dinner. You were part of a larger organization, you had a brand and you weren't ordinary. Vernon didn't start his business in his twenties, but he had been working toward it his whole life. Nothing made you happier than to see him realize his dream of opening the business and then taking it to Broadview a few years later. He took the world by storm. There's a scene in the movie "Casino" where the boss is having a "coaching session" with one of the casino workers and he tells him "Listen to me very carefully, there are three ways of doing things around here - the right way, the wrong way, and the way that I do it." Vernon handled his business, and you're not going to find another like him.
Vernon handled my grandmother's homegoing with an inordinate amount of care - we hardly waited any time at all for her to be picked up, and the process was as smooth as glass. When my step-brother was killed, great pains were taken to make sure he looked as natural as possible, even under these difficult circumstances. He made intolerable ordeals tolerable, and even though he made it look effortless, I know that it couldn't have been.
I'm grateful to know that Vernon had just collected another tribute to his life of work and dedication. He gave his best and he wanted the best, and deserved it. I just hope to keep the torch lit in his absence until we meet again.
Vernon Wallace, funeral director, dies at age 82
BY MAUREEN O’DONNELL modonnell@suntimes.com September 5, 2012 5:44PM
Obit photo of Vernon L. Wallace, owner of Wallace Broadview Funeral Home in Broadview, IL.
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Updated: September 6, 2012 2:30AM Chicago Sun Times
It didn’t matter whether Vernon Wallace was planning a funeral for someone down the street or a memorial for a gospel supernova who was so famous that many of her 6,000 mourners referred to her by first name only: “Mahalia.”
Mr. Wallace buried thousands of people, including many Chicago VIPs, in his 61-year career as a funeral director at the House of Branch and at his own business, the Wallace Broadview Funeral Home.
Mr. Wallace, 82, died Aug. 30 at Westlake Hospital in Melrose Park.
“He was one of the pioneers,” said Carol Williams, executive director of the National Funeral Directors & Morticians Association, the oldest and largest organization of African Americans in the funeral industry. Often he opened up his own parlors to new mortuary school graduates, so they could gain footing in their careers by arranging funerals.
He handled many of the details for a 1972 farewell service in Chicago for gospel legend Mahalia Jackson, who sang in world capitals and for U.S. presidents. Her rich, supple voice was not only a backdrop for church but for the civil rights movement. She performed at the funeral of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.
So many people wanted to attend her tribute, Mayor Richard J. Daley offered McCormick Place as the setting. The mourners included Aretha Franklin, Ella Fitzgerald, Sammy Davis Jr. and King’s widow, Coretta Scott King, who reported that her late husband said, “A voice like Mahalia Jackson’s doesn’t even come once in a century — it comes once in a millennium.”
“It was just a huge, tremendous crowd,” recalled Mr. Wallace’s wife of 48 years, Gladys. “He was an artist at this, and excellent. Everything had to be correct for the family.”
Mr. Wallace buried many West Side politicians and Baptist ministers. He also handled funeral arrangements for coach Luther Bedford, featured in the basketball documentary, “Hoop Dreams.”
Behind the scenes, he often did pro-bono services for crime and fire victims, said his nephew, Rory Momon. Mr. Wallace funded Momon’s education at mortuary school, and he bestowed college scholarships on other promising students.
“He said, ‘Be strong; don’t be a pushover, and always be on time’— and, ‘Hard work never hurt anybody,’ ” his nephew said.
Mr. Wallace always wore a black suit, a black-and-white tie, and a red rose stickpin, said his niece, Sharon McDonald. He was a master at keeping funeral processions on time, checking his watch and urging cars forward with a smooth-but-firm, “Move, move.”
Even after capitulating to the modernity of a telephone answering service, he still insisted on keeping a phone next to his bed to go out on calls in the middle of the night, his nephew said.
He loved to see people laughing, talking and eating. Vernon and Gladys Wallace hosted a Christmas dinner for friends and family that turned the funeral home into a festive smorgasbord of turkey, ham, roast beef, sweet potatoes, macaroni and cheese, shrimp trays, cakes and pies.
“We would clear out one of our largest chapels. We would set the table, a long table,” said his niece, Menai Edwards. “He had a Christmas tree that was all the way to the ceiling. He had all the lights around the tree and he would say his Christmas blessing.”
Mr. Wallace was introduced to the industry as a boy when he visited the West Side funeral home of an uncle, Joseph Wallace.
“He would look around, and play funeral director, and play around the caskets,” his wife said. “He wasn’t afraid.”
After Marshall High School, he attended Herzl Junior College and Worsham College of Mortuary Science. He served 14 months in the U.S. Army in Korea. He worked at the House of Branch Funeral Home until starting his own funeral home in 1988.
Mr. Wallace also is survived by his brother, Arnold, and many nieces and nephews.
A viewing is planned from noon to 4 p.m. Friday at Wallace Broadview Funeral Home, 2020 W. Roosevelt Rd., Broadview. A memorial tribute is scheduled 6 pm. to 8 p.m. Friday at Original Providence Baptist Church, 515 N. Pine. And a homegoing celebration is set for Saturday, with visitation at 9 a.m. and services at 11 a.m., at Rock of Ages Baptist Church, 1309 Madison St., Maywood. Burial is at Oakridge Glen Oaks Cemetery in Hillside.
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