Howard E. Walker, 776th
22 May 2009
Howard was born in Flint, Michigan. He was the second oldest of seven children, six boys
and one girl. Upon graduation from Central High School, he was drafted into the Army Air Corps. He served in the
B-24 Liberator group - the 464th Bombardment Group (H), 776th Squadron, as a clerk-typist and assistant to
Chaplain John Eastwood. Each of his brothers also served in various branches of the military. His older brother
died in the Pacific Theater.
With the support of the G.I. Bill, Howard earned his B.A. and M.A. from Wayne State University
and his Ph.D. in Education and Psychology form the University of Michigan. Most of his professional career was
spent working in the Ann Arbor Public School District, first as a school psychologist and later as an elementary principal
and teacher. He retired from professional life in 1990.
Howard is survived by his wife, Patricia; daughters Julie McGraw and Kelly Hilliard.
Julie's three daughters are Carlie McGraw, Genevieve (Zechariah) Hutton, and Sarah Trapp. Kelly and her husband
Tobey have two children, Crispin and Kelbey. Howard also had three daughters from his first marriage, Debbie (Dave)
Watson; Anne Walker and son, Michael O’Neill; Carol Walker and sons, Ben Barnes and Brian Walker. In
addition, Howard is survived by a sister and brother-in-law; three brothers and three sisters-in-law; and many
nieces and nephews.
Howard led an active life style. He especially enjoyed fishing and hiking. He also participated
in competitive activities such as softball, handball, racquet ball and various table games. As a child and teenager,
Howard took piano lessons for several years and sang in various choirs and quartets. He continued to play the
piano for personal satisfaction throughout his life.
After a short illness, Howard died on 22 May 2009. He is missed, but will always be in our hearts.
For everything there is
an appointed season.
And a time for everything
Under heaven -
A time for sharing,
A time for caring,
A time for loving,
A time for giving,
A time for remembering,
A time for parting.
You have made everything
Beautiful in its time
For everything you do