Emerson Mapp

Emerson Mapp, 89, passed away August 23rd 2022 peacefully at Wellstar Cobb Hospital in Austell, Georgia. He was born August 15, 1933 in Barataria, Trinidad, to Marion and Euston Mapp. He worked with the Ministry of Health and the Ministry of Education from which he retired in 1984. Emerson made a stamp with every encounter. His welcoming spirit was filled with many riddles and laughter. All who knew him, were impacted greatly by his presence. A simple man, Emerson found his greatest joys in spending time with his children and grandchildren, but most of all snacking. He is survived by his twin siblings Reckie and Norma, his daughters Marcia, Shaytone and Trish, his son Rick and many nieces, nephews and several grandchildren. Psalm 107:8-9 Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for mankind, for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things. My father was not a man of many words or affirmations. Proud and stoic, he conveyed his feelings through action. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be wherever my father was, and I was grateful that he always obliged. Whether it be a trip to Herbie the mechanic or the kitchen, if he was there, so was I. His favorite way to show his love was by feeding his family. He took great pride in his experiments in the kitchen and I, of course, loved his cooking. Saturdays were my favorite because he would always make soup. Sitting in the kitchen, eager for any small job he’d give me to help, the smell that would fill the house made my mouth water. “Just have some cheese and crackers, Trish”, he’d say. To which I would reply “but I want what’s in the pot.” His passion for cooking was passed on to me as I also love to feed my family and now the passion has been passed on to my son, a commonality that brings me great joy. I remember when I was 9 or 10, I was preparing to take the common entrance exam, an exam that all kids had to take in Trinidad in order to continue into secondary school. I was incredibly nervous. Instead of offering me encouraging and comforting words to calm my nerves, my father took me to the Savannah to see the horses I loved so much. When we got there, the police officer on duty allowed me to pet the horses. Not only would this become one of my favorite childhood memories, I ended up doing exceptionally well. Although he never told me, I knew he was immensely proud. And some years later when I had my first born and his first grandchild, again there were few words expressing excitement or pride, but his joy was clearly displayed in his adoring eyes and gushing grin. His smile was a beautiful sight to behold. It was an honor for me to take care of him in his final years and for this blessing I will forever be grateful. He was always a constant in my life and I believed him when he said he’d be with me forever. It is hard for me to wrap my head around him not being here. Not hearing his footsteps traveling to the kitchen to munch on crackers, I'll miss his smile, his meals but most of all his mere presence.