Mary Elizabeth Walker


Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Walker, 78, of Sanford, wife of the late Charles E. Walker, went to be with her Lord on Nov. 3, 2020, after completing all her earthly tasks.

Born Feb. 16, 1942, in Sanford, she was the daughter of the late Bradford Hall and the late Florence Parker Hall.

Mary’s true calling in life was that of a caregiver. She lovingly cared for her mother, her husband, and everyone she knew that needed help. She was the resident doctor for whatever your ailment and her house was that of the local general store – if she had it – it was yours.

Mary devoted her life to her church. She was the custodian for nearly 60 years. She taught Sunday School, “The Busy Bees,” ran the Bible School, and was head of the Bazaar Committee. She was in charge of the Christmas Program, tree trimming, and never forgot the “treats.” She was also the church historian, member of the UMW, and member of the Red Hat Society.

Mary is survived by two sons, Michael Everett Walker and wife, Tammy, of Sanford, and Jeffrey Charles Walker and wife, Teresa, of Nokesville, Va.; a sister, Linda Ellen Miles, and husband, M.K., of Saxis; a brother, William B. Hall Jr., and wife, Elaine, of Sanford; three grandchildren, Amber Giddings and husband, Jimmy, Ashleigh Walker, and Lucas Walker; and two great-grandchildren, Rylee and Locklyn Giddings.

A service honoring her life will be held on Friday, Nov. 6, at 2 p.m., from the Sanford United Methodist Church with the Rev. William Jefferson and the Rev. Glenda Turlington officiating. Interment will follow in the John W. Taylor Cemetery in Temperanceville.

The family will receive friends on Friday, one hour prior to the service at the church. Should friends desire, memorial contributions may be made to Sanford United Methodist Church, 8152 Flag Pond Road, Sanford, VA 23426.

Arrangements were entrusted to the Thornton Funeral Home in Parksley, VA. To sign the guest book online, visit
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