Moore, Kenneth Sylvester

Moore, Kenneth Sylvester
14 Dec
2017

Kenneth Sylvester Moore, age, 95, of Hinkson Road, Free Hill, Black Rock, St. Michael and formerly of the U.K., Widower of Clementine Moore, Father of Marceline Blenman-Engutsamy of the U.K., Brother of Oneatha Jemmott, the late 

Charles Moore and Agatha Nurse, Uncle of Elma Payne, Petrina Husbands, Maxine Moore, Zena Moore-Dyer, Orlando Nurse, Kay and Hallum Jemmott and many others, Grandfather of Margo, Kenrick of the U.S.A. and Bruce
Blenman of the U.K., Great-Grandfather of Tammagn and Israel Caesar, Kyzel and Lyana Blenman of the U.S.A., Relative of Jackie St. Rose, the Moore, Browne, Jemmott, Simmonds, Hutchinson families


The funeral of Kenneth Sylvester Moore leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael on Friday 15th December at 9:30 a.m. for the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah Witnesses, Crusher Site Road, Prospect, St.
James, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 11:00 a.m. for a service of thanksgiving. A private cremation will take place at a later date.

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