It is with great regret and sorrow that
we must notify you
of the death of our classmate, Walt Ligon, on November 2, 2014, in Silver
Walt is survived by his son, Walter Ligon III and his wife,
Becky; daughters, Dorothy Thornton and her husband, Chris, and Zoe Ligon;
grandchildren Walter Ligon IV, Marianne Ligon, Leonard Ligon, Melissa Thornton,
and Amelia Thornton; his brother, Thomas Ligon; and sisters, Linn Ligon and
The family will receive friends from
1 pm until the time of the memorial service at
2 pm on Friday, November 7,
2014 at Hines-Rinaldi
Funeral Home, 11800 New Hampshire Avenue,
Silver Spring, MD 20904. A reception will follow at 15129 Deer
Valley Terrace, Silver Spring, MD 20906.
Condolences may be sent to Dorothy Thornton, 164
Interlochen Drive, Atlanta, GA 30342.
In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations in
Walt's memory be made to the Wounded
Warrior Project, P.O. Box 758517, Topeka, KS 66675.
Walt. Be thou at peace.
Click here to go to
Walt's Last Roll Call Tribute.
Class Memorial Pages\D-1 Walt Ligon.pdf
WALTER BATCHELOR LIGON, JR.
On Sunday, November 2, 2014, WALTER BATCHELOR LIGON, JR. of Silver Spring,
MD. Beloved father of Walter B. Ligon III (Becky), Dorothy M. Thornton
(Chris) and Zoe A. Ligon; dear brother of Thomas B. Ligon, Linn Ligon and
Kathleen Ligon Williams; cherished grandfather of Walter B. Ligon IV,
Marianne M. Ligon, Leonard J. Ligon, Melissa M. Thornton and Amelia C.
Thornton. Also survived by Pepper.
Family will be receiving friends on Friday, November 7,
2014 from 1 p.m. until time of memorial service at 2 p.m. at the Hines-Rinaldi
Funeral Home, 11800 New Hampshire Ave., Silver Spring, MD 20904. In lieu of
flowers memorial contributions may be made in his name to
Wounded Warrior Project P.O. Box 758517
Topeka, Kansas 66675.
Published in The Washington Post on
Nov. 6, 2014
Taps Memorial Article:
Walter B. Ligon Jr.
Cullum No. 23320-1961 | November
2, 2014 | Died in
Silver Spring, MD
Cremated. Interred in Arlington National Cemetery, VA
Batchelor “Walt” Ligon Jr. was a very accomplished
man: West Point star man, “B” Squad soccer, Brigade Boxing Champion. I roomed
with Walt for most of our last three years at West Point. One of my clearest
memories was the trail of classmates in line outside our room during the 30
minutes before taps each evening seeking help with math, fluids, or some other
imponderables forced upon us. He was a consistently patient coach who clearly
was responsible for any number of our classmates surviving the academic
department and graduating.
Walt grew up in a military family, with his father, a World War
II veteran, retiring as a full colonel. Fluent in French, Walt spent his high
school years in Paris. Walt and I spent our cow summer vacation in Paris with
his Mom and brother Tom. I remember driving around to endless parties in a
Volkswagen Carmen Gia; all the while Walt, the party animal, had a following
of pretty women.
In regard to his dragging prowess, he spent time in a foot cast
from a water skiing misadventure. It did not get in his way of insuring he had
a steady supply of “the ladies who come up in June.” Walt had put us on to the
only secluded spot that was still within “night time limits.” That would be
the Wirt Robinson Memorial next to the Catholic Chapel. It was necessary to
climb up a rather steep set of stairs, and one evening as we were already
there we heard the sound of someone struggling up the
stairs…THUMP…step…THUMP…step. ’Twas Walt in his whites and in his cast with
his drag. Not sure he liked being called “Thumper” after that.
Always the risk taker, he kept a car hidden in Cornwall–on–Hudson on Carl
Sciple’s mother’s property. We never traveled very far in it and did not use
it that often. The real idea behind it was simply to be able to get away with
something…and he did. One afternoon he had a slight lapse of judgement
allowing me (with no license) to pull the car out from beside the garage.
After taking down a corner of the garage, Walt, with the same patience and
generous spirit he had shown to those he coached academically, simply smiled
and asked, “So what did you learn?”
Walt was always there for our reunions, where he clearly was the most colorful
of classmates and definitely enhanced the enjoyment of all attending. We
parted after graduation, and, after eight years as an Armor officer, he left
the military and settled in Berwyn, PA, where he worked for Philco-Ford, then
RCA. For a period of time he became part of a spiritual movement, leading
workshops and retreats across the country. This was the perfect vehicle for
his boundless energy, charisma and intelligence. He moved to Vorhees Township,
NJ and then to the Washington, DC area, where he worked for Computer Sciences
Corp. and then had a very successful career with Deloitte Consulting. He was
clearly a Renaissance man, able to be successful in so many arenas of life. It
was clear during the eulogies at his service that he was honored as the
rainmaker for Deloitte. His peers and subordinates described an indomitable
spirit who was a challenging, exacting leader who always treated people with
respect, kindness and good humor. He brought his fine quick mind to anything
he engaged. Characteristically modest, none of his co-workers in Washington
knew of his accomplishments as a West Point cadet.
We did not reunite until recently, when his daughter Zoe attended college in
New York City. She was the same Walt, full of high energy and great curiosity.
There was never any doubt when he was in the room. Smart, good looking,
articulate, charismatic and at the same time self-deprecating and vulnerable.
He is survived by his three children, one step-child and five grandchildren.
He was interred in the Columbarium at Arlington National Cemetery on December
— Jim Looram