was born on June 28, 1936 and died on March 12, 2018. In between these two dates, Walter almost always found a way to enjoy life.

He was predeceased by his parents, Thomas Farnsworth Wallace in 1966 and his mother, Jennie M. (Flynn) Wallace in 2006. Walter was the third and middle child of five siblings. He was predeceased in 2014 by his oldest brother, Edward Wallace, of CT., and he is survived by his second oldest brother, Earl Wallace, of Pawtucket, RI and his sister, Marilyn M. (Wallace) Tretton and her husband, John J. Tretton II, of Seekonk MA and also Florida. Walter is also survived by his youngest brother, Stephen R. Wallace and his wife, Jacqueline M. (Miller) Wallace, of Providence's East Side.

Walter Wallace enjoyed many dimensions of life. He loved telling stories, one of his favorites being that in his late teens he happened to pass by the end of a band practice at the local junior high school as the instruments were being put away. He was quite charmed if not excited about seeing the tuba up close and he was thrilled with its enormous size. There was a brief period of seconds in which the room was left unattended and Walter decided to "borrow" the tuba and try it out on the back lawn of the school. He was laughing and very animated, but apparently calls had been made and arriving police did not share Walter's amusement.

Walter was very intelligent and enjoyed letting it be known that in his junior year at West High School that he bunked 80 days of school and still finished on the honor roll. The principal at the time in the early 1950s, Charles Shea, spent enormous time trying to get Walter to appreciate his talents and apply himself more at school. Walter used to say that the time Mr. Shea spent on Walter led to Mr. Shea being promoted to school superintendent. Walter enjoyed a positive appraisal of himself and had much humor over it as well.

Walters first job after high school was with the Shiloh Bottling Co. in Central Falls RI and he always considered it an expectable experience, saying that it was the only job that wound up with his boss picking him up every morning for work, even if it required dragging Walter out of bed, which it did most of the time. Walter identified these perks as the proper respect that was due him. He minimized the fact that such a perk never occurred again in other employment.

Mostly, Walter liked to have fun. He loved sports, especially the Red Sox, the Patriots, and the Celtics.
Walter loved his Aunt Mil and Aunt Ruth and Uncle Charlie, all three great story tellers, who loved him.

Walter also loved playing baseball at Lincoln Woods State Park with his youngest brother's friends from high school and college despite his being a dozen years older than all of them were. "Where's Walter?", was always asked if he was not immediately present. Some of the guys often accepted Walter's invitations to join him after the games at his favorite watering hole, the Adams Cafe, in Central Falls RI where Walter played his guitar and sang his favorite songs, getting many beers paid for by others. He also played cards there and would never quit until he had won. Walter's favorite musical artists began in the early 1950s with Hank Williams, then Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison, Buddy Holly, and eventually the Beatles with "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band", The Rolling Stones, and Bob Dylan.

Walter was an excellent cook with diverse menus and always great hospitality. He kept nice apartments and orchestrated fun times. There were some downtimes for Walter after his father's death in 1966 and as years went on, his somber episodes led him to seek support from the person he most trusted for advice and consolation: sister-in-law, Jackie Wallace, to whom he would reveal his desperation and sometimes tell her he felt like "jumping off a bridge". Jackie was a lifelong psychiatric RN and always offered to get him help including hospitalization. After the fact, Walter always like to tell the story of passing up Jackie's offers because the thought of going to a hospital immediately sent him into levels of comfort, safety and contentment. In the last 10 to 15 years, Walter's health and his excess with alcohol led him to find a home at Briarcliff Manor in Johnston RI. He always like the nurses there. He said they reminded him of Jackie. In fact, when he became resistive at times to requests by nursing to get medical testing of one kind or another, he'd always say, "call Jackie, I'll do whatever she says". Walter will be missed by many.