Saying Goodbye to Oscar "Jerry" Stewart Jr. | Families
Oscar "Jerry" Stewart, Jr. was baptized at an early age by Rev. Albert Anderson at Union Baptist. He attended Northwestern High School and Zachary High School and graduated from Scotlandville High School in 1971. He served in the U. S. Navy for four years and the U. S. Navy Reserve for 27 years. He was a veteran of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars.
He leaves to cherish his memories, his wife of 15 years, the former Ida Dixon; his sisters, Dorothy Stewart Aubert, Elaine Stewart, Shirley Stewart Hickman, and Majorie Stewart Reese; his aunts, Mildred Stewart and Isabel Ike George; uncles, Abe King, Charlie B. King, Louis Stewart, and many other relatives and friends. He was preceded in death by his parents, Oscar and Elouise Stewart.
It's not just saying goodbye, it is mostly "see you later cuz!"
Didn't we have fun! You had the GI Joe and I had the little rag doll! We walked down Old Slaughter Road, back and forth to Harlem Street.
I was so proud to be your cousin. You were so cute with your black curly hair, beautiful light complexion and only a few inches taller than me. You were kind, considerate and made me feel special. You always had a way with words. Even on a bad day, you made it brighter.
I hurt so much right now, because there were so many things left unsaid and undone. But whether it was said now or then, you were always one of my favorites and I know you knew that fact. Thanks for being a good friend!
I can see it now! You, me and Dan (your dad), riding to "you know where - H&H". He had his beverage and we had our usual bag of potato chips. We never had to share a bag, even when he took us with him five times a day. You especially was his little sidekick.
You always said you wanted to be a soldier. At that time, we didn't have enough wisdom to encourage each other on our future. We just knew we didn't want to be poor.
You got everything a child could possibly get in those poor, deprived days. You were "Boss Man!" That's the name your daddy gave you. There were four girls and you were the last child and the only boy.
I can also remember the night I picked you up and we went to Rollins Road Assembly. That night you got saved and fell to the floor because the preacher finished the prayer. On the way home you said you felt good and free. That's the best memory.
Then I can see you so clear from afar yesterday (July 13) in a casket from the front door of Union Baptist Church in Zachary. I couldn't go up. I'll just keep the image alive I have in my heart and mind.