Austin, Winston Roosevelt

Austin, Winston Roosevelt
14 Dec
2017

Winston Roosevelt Austin, age 71, known as “Winston”, of Vauxhall Senior Citizens Village, Vauxhall, Christ Church and formerly of Lower Carlton, St. James, Brother of Eunice Hollingsworth and Esther Phillips both of the U.S.A., Asenath Beckles of the U.K. Colleen Ellis of Canada, Ariminia and Monclova Austin, Uncle of Denise and Deborah Reid, Pearl and Paula Beckles all of the U.K. Arlette and Sonia Austin and many others, Great-Uncle of Anson and Vernon Austin and many others, Nephew of Anita Norville, Relative of the Austin family, Friend of the Staff and Patients of the Vauxhall Senior Citizens Village and many others

A service of thanksgiving for the life of Winston Roosevelt Austin takes place on Tuesday 19th December, 2017 at 10:00 a.m. at the Gardens Seventh Day Adventist Church, the Garden, St. James, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to St. James Cemetery for the interment.

Flowers may be sent to E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, ”The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church, on Tuesday 19th, December, 2017 before 8:00 a.m. or may be delivered to the Gardens Seventh day Adventist Church, the Garden, St. James before the start of the service.

Visitation takes place in the Chapel of E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “the Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday 18th, December 2017.

Funeral Arrangements Entrusted to: E. Pamela Small Funeral Services.

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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