Hamer Phillips
It is my sad duty to announce the death of the club’s first president, Hamer Phillips.
A talented mechanic, involved in motorsports since the heady days of SCCA dominance and Bonneville speed records, he was a tireless supporter of our organization, and his mechanical expertise and generous spirit set the tone for the organization he helped establish.
Remember him and his loved ones in your prayers.
Thomas Miro
President
Remembering Hamer Phillips
by David Price
I first met Hamer in 1989, having just moved to Montgomery. Afflicted with British cars, I had owned them since high school, and a TR6 was spotted for sale. Hamer was the seller. I drove the car. At every shift there was a loud clunk, so I didn’t go fast and didn’t go far. Just the loop where he lived and returned the car. He told me that was the “Triumph Clunk, they all have them!” I left without the car thinking, this guy knows squat about British cars.
Two years passed and the newspaper had an article about some folks starting a British Car Club. They planned a picnic run to Chewacla Park to judge interest. I was interested and joined in. My MGA quit three times on the way to Chewacla. Amazing, no one seemed to mind. Arriving at Chewacla, the first head under my bonnet was Hamer Phillips – the guy I pegged as knowing nothing about British cars. Embarrassed enough for the day, I split off and took a solo ride home. Here Hamer made his first great impression. He called to make sure I got home safe and sound and offered his assistance on the car.
The British Motoring Club of Montgomery was formed & Hamer was our president for seven years. He did it all. Planned outings, fixed cars, gave advice, and wrote newsletter articles. The club quickly grew to about 100 members and Hamer made another huge impression. There was no Facebook, webpage, texting, or e-mail at the time. Hamer called every member every month to keep everyone informed of club activities.
The first long outing occurred that year, the Fairhope British Car Show. Hamer encouraged me to go and loaned me his trailer. We had about 10 cars make the trip and had a wonderful time. However, here Hamer made a horrible impression. We got to hear him sing! He serenaded the entire Gambino’s Italian Restaurant crowd to a top of his lungs version of Elvira!
Over the next few years Hamer, three others and I began to take road trips and rides together outside the club activities. Hamer named the group the “Road Warriors” and thus began a close friendship with Hamer and the other Warriors. Overnight trips to the beach, Atlanta, and hill country followed.
When Hamer built his shop a lot of things changed. His love of British sports cars blossomed. He had room to work on them and buy, sell, and trade in these cars. He started dragging home cars no one wanted and dismantling them for parts and became a great source of used parts for our club. The shop was always open for club members. You could work on your car yourself or pay Hamer to fix it for you. We all gained a lot from his shared time and wisdom.
Time always moves on. In my mind, two great things happened for Hamer in his latter years. The first was when he met Lallage. They just clicked. It seemed to me Hamer was more content than in any time I had known him. He loved Lallage and Lallage loved him. It was good to see.
The second thing was the purchase of his Mazdaspeed Miata, a factory turbo version. He always said this is what the British should have built. He and Lallage began taking trips with us. Imagine a sports car that doesn’t leak in the rain, starts every time, is warm in winter, and cool in summer. He really enjoyed the Miata.
The last example I’ll give of Hamer always helping and teaching occurred on a club trip in Tennessee. I was behind Hamer & Lallage in the Miata. Ogling the fall colors, my head was turned when I heard the squeal of tires. Something had caused a panicked stop and the Miata rear end was getting huge! The A stopped just inches away from disaster. At the next stop, Hamer baled out & headed my way. Expecting a lecture on watching the road, I was surprised when Hamer said – , you need to adjust your brakes, you pulled hard to the right trying to get stopped . Always teaching his pupils, that was Hamer. The guy who knew nothing about British cars.
It’s hard to wrap up 30 years of friendship in a few paragraphs. Hamer led a good life. A very interesting life. He will be missed greatly, but even better, Hamer will be remembered by many.
Mr. Mural Hamer Phillips died on Monday September 21.2020. He was preceded in death by his parents Dwight and Gladys Phillips, brother Roger and sister Anne, He is survived by his children Gary and Dena, grandson Austin and long time partner, Lallage Neill. Hamer graduated from Furman University. He was employed in the field of commercial Real Estate and Marketing. After retirement he settled in Montgomery, Alabama. He loved his family, friends, his church, Pike Road, and his British Car Club. A private memorial was held at Woodland Methodist Church where he was placed in the Columbarium. Wetumpka Memorial Funeral Home directing.
Mac Walker
When we first met Mac, we learned from others in the club that his wife, Susan, was chronically ill, but he never shared this hardship with others. By his nature, Mac was soft-spoken, humble, affable, always with a ready smile and not one to draw attention to himself. You pretty much needed a come-along to get Mac to talk about himself. I didn’t know until after he had died that he was on the API (Auburn) swim team and that after he stopped farming, he bought a printing business called “The Village Printer” in Wetumpka. But, he was a fount of knowledge on subjects of interest to him.
Cathy and I made a point of seeking him out and joining him for meals whenever possible on our road trips. Aside from our British car interest, we discovered another common bond. The Walker family has lived on this same Macon County property since the early 1840s — not too long after the Creek wars and the Old Federal Road was created over existing Indian trails. Tuckabatchee, the largest Creek village of the Muskogee Federation was just across the Tallapoosa River from the Walker family property and Fort Decatur even closer. We learned that Mac and I had read many of the same books on the subject which led to interesting and informative discussions.
Mac wasn’t just living in the past, though. I recall being gobsmacked when I checked with him on a return from one of our road trips. He pulled out his phone to choose his route home and showed me where he’d peel off from the rest of the group heading back to Montgomery!
In 2014, Mac, then well into his mid-eighties, was honored with our club’s Needham Award for club participation for continuing to be more active than many of our members. This, while going through the most difficult years of his life as caretaker for his wife and never complaining, still attending as many of our meetings and drives that he could, including the annual Tired Butts trips.
I want to be like Mac when I grow up.
Russell
(A donation from BMC was made to Children’s Harbor in Mac’s memory.)
James McLemore Walker
Mac was born at St. Margaret’s Hospital in Montgomery, Alabama on a July morning in 1928 to Benjamin Watson Walker and Ophelia McLemore Walker. His parents brought him home to Milstead in a Model B Ford. While in high school at Starke Academy in Montgomery, he took the train home weekends, eager to be back in the outdoors and hunt. Mac attended Alabama Polytechnic Institute. There he enjoyed his fraternity, Phi Delta Theta, and competing as a member of the Auburn swim team. He was drafted into the army following WW II. While stationed in Verdun, France, he proposed to his Montgomery sweetheart, Susan Riggs, who boarded the Queen Mary to cross the Atlantic for their marriage. Upon their return to Milstead, he farmed cotton and soybeans and later owned a printing company. Mac was a constant reader of history and science. He greatly enjoyed making things, building several boats over his lifetime, including a sailboat and a classic wooden boat. He also loved all things mechanical and delighted in restoring items to their working order ranging from a hit-and-miss engine to his 1984 Jaguar XJS. As a classic car enthusiast, he relished fall road trips with the Montgomery British Motor Club. His love of family and family history enriched the lives of all who had the privilege of hearing his stories. At the age of 90 Mac professed faith in Jesus Christ and was baptized.
Mac died Monday, April 22, 2019, at his home. Graveside services will be Thursday, April 25, 2019, at 2:00 P.M. at the Walker Family Cemetery. Family and friends are invited to the family home afterward.
His wife Susan Riggs died in 2014. He is also predeceased by his brother Benjamin Watson Walker, Jr. and wife Frances Litchfield Walker; brother-in-law Frank Willard Riggs; brother-in-law Blucher Hamilton Cooper, and his wife Peggy Gray Cooper.
Mac is survived by his children, James McLemore Walker, Jr., May Walker Underwood, Ophelia Tanner Walker, Nancy Walker Turman (Doug) and David Riggs Walker (Cheryl); grandchildren, Rena Underwood Brown (Josh), Macy Underwood Dickinson, George William Underwood, Walker Braxton Turman (Beatrice), Charles Marshall Turman, Young Lei Turman, Julia Day Turman, David Riggs Walker, Jr. and Ragan Elizabeth Walker; great granddaughter Bailey Brown; and sister-in-law, Isobel B. Riggs.