Major Rodriguez “Roddy” Watler to be recognized at long last
There are numerous photographs of one of Cayman’s most decorated heroes in many Cayman publications and even in our National Archives. There are many printed references to him from many of our mature Caymanians. His name is often mentioned. The winner recently of the title George Town Miss Festival Queen, Mellisa Rankin, at the competition talked about Major Watler in this way, “tall and stern looking quite military in his uniform. He had a special heart for children .. did his work with pride and was always ready to protect and serve his country. He was beloved by his people.”
Rodriguez “Roddy” Watler was born on 3 March, 1880, in Red Bay and passed away in April 1965 at the age of 85. He served as Inspector of Police for nearly thirty–three years, and was also Lighthouse Keeper, Foreman of Public Works, Boarding Officer of Vessels, and Warehouse Keeper. In 1942, he was appointed Officer in Charge of the Cayman Islands Company of the Jamaican Home Guard, a post he held until 1945 when the war ceased. In the 1932 hurricane he exhibited bravery in rescuing people who were marooned in Red Bay, and for this service he was awarded the King Edward VII Police Medal for Bravery. He was decorated with six other medals. He was given the title of “Major” by Sir Hugh Foot.
So why has the government of a country he served so many years forgotten this distinguished man? In the RCIPS headquarters, there is nothing to commemorate him. It was as though he never existed.
The publisher of iNews Cayman, Roddy Watler’s youngest daughter – Joan Wilson, asked this very question and finally the answer has come back. Well, not really an answer as to why he has been left out, but it has prompted the Cayman Islands Post Office to issue a special commemorative stamp in his honour. A reception at Government House on November 11th will be hosted by H.E. Governor Duncan Taylor when the official announcement will be made.
“RODDY”
Roddy – that’s what they called him
From birth, right to his grave.
He was six foot six inches tall
So big and strong and brave.
He was one of the finest fathers
And he loved us all so much.
And he had that special touch.
He tickled our toes in the morning
Waking us to a brand new day,
With fruit from his own garden
“Come and get it my darlings,” he’d say.
He was such a good provider,
He always farmed his land.
Our cupboards were never empty
All stocked by his very own hand.
He taught us from early childhood
To respect others above ourselves,
To cherish what God had given us
Our freedom to enjoy our wealth.
And wealth didn’t mean money
For there was little of that.
It was our sunshine, sand and warm blue sea,
All ours to enjoy, and it was totally free.
He swam with us off the iron shore
I tell you, we enjoyed it all so much.
Swimming and diving with our father
In those days we were never lost touch.
Was his fatherly and friendly advice.
“Hard work never kill nobody
Take a look at me – Inspector Roddy.”
He was serious but also humorous
And he loved to chat awhile
With friends under our plum tree
And a cup of fresh coffee.