OBITUARY DETAILS

In Loving Memory of Jerrin Stalworth Newell

Also known as "Wanda," "Watch-De-Ride," "Dada"

(March 21, 1945 – June 20, 1997)

Twenty-eight years onward we still mourn the passing of Jerrin Stalworth Newell, a man of many names but one singular, loving heart. Affectionately known as Wanda, Watch-De-Ride, and simply Dada by his children, he was a handsome, hard-working, fun-loving, and jovial soul who left an indelible mark on all who knew him.

Born in the district of Bois Content, St. Catherine, to Mary McCalla and Lalue Newell, Jerrin was a man of immense talent and resilience. He built a life and family with his beloved wife, Sylvia Newell, first in Thompson Pen, Spanish Town, and later returning to his roots in Bois Content. A jack-of-all-trades, he worked tirelessly at farming, carpentry, and masonry, embodying the true spirit of a provider.

In 1987, he answered the call to serve his community by joining the Jamaica Constabulary Force as a District Constable. Seeking a fresh start and a better life for his children after the devastation of Hurricane Gilbert, he bravely migrated to Old Harbour in 1988.

But beyond any title or job, Dada was, first and foremost, a devoted father. He played both roles of mother and father wonderfully. His eldest daughter, Reba, fondly remembers how he would meticulously comb her hair for school, wake up early to prepare breakfast, and pack lunches for all his children. He was a barber, a washerman, and a constant, reassuring presence.

Our childhood Saturdays were defined by his love. After a long week of work, he would give us money for the movie theatres in Old Harbour, ensuring we had adventure while he found well-deserved rest.

Dada’s hands were rarely still. He was a craftsman who built everything from his own banjo guitar, wooden clothes pins, and domino sets, to the desks, chairs, and beds we grew up with. His passion for cooking meant no one ever went hungry around him, especially when he made his famous turnip soup, flexing his muscles like Popeye to convince us to eat it and become strong.

He filled our home with music, stories, and laughter. He serenaded us with reggae and calypso, captivated us with Anancy and duppy stories, and puzzled us with clever riddles. On our weekly trips to Joe Ground in Bois Content, his melodious tenor voice would fill the Beech van, singing songs like "Wondering" to calm a fearful child. He taught us to farm, to care for chickens, goats, and bees, and to find joy in togetherness.

A lifetime of beautiful memories was tragically cut short by violence on June 20, 1997. He was taken from us far too soon, leaving a void that can never be filled.

He leaves to cherish his memory: his loving wife, Sylvia; his children Mike, Mark, Lilieth, Marco, Leery, Nardica, and Reba; his step-son; 14 grandsons; 10 granddaughters; 2 great-grandsons; and a host of other family members and friends whose lives he touched.

Though his song was silenced too early, the melody of his love, strength, and joy continues to play in the hearts of all who were blessed to know him. Continue resting in perfect peace, Dada. Your work here was well done.

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