Hinkson, Vernon Melvinson
04 Jan
2019

Hinkson, Vernon Melvinson

Published in OBITUARIES F - J

Age 75, of New Castle St John. Retired Supervisor of the Ministry of Transport and Works.

Son of the late Enid Eugene Hinkson née Williams and Leon Louis Hinkson.

Companion of Maxine Joycelyn Simpson.

Father of Kathy-ann Greaves of the U.S.A., Felicia Greaves of G4S, Curnell Greaves of Six Roads Public Market and Kevin Hinkson of the Royal Barbados Police Force.

Grandfather of Shakira, Chelsea and Kareem Greaves.

Brother of Gloria, Joyce, Paulette and Daphne Hinkson of Antigua, the late Germaine “maimee” Wright and Godfrey “Joe Louis” Cain.

Uncle of seven.

Great-Uncle of seven.

Relative of the Williams, Hinkson, Bradshaw, Mayers and White families.

Special Friend of Diana Wiltshire and Wendy Nurse.

The funeral of Vernon Melvinson Hinkson takes place on Monday, January 07th, 2019 at St. Margaret's Anglican Church, St Margaret's Village, St. John, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the Service, followed by the interment.

The Organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be delivered to Alvin Hinkson Funeral Home, St. Elizabeth Village, St. Joseph no later than 2:00 p.m. on Monday.

The body of Vernon Melvinson Hinkson will repose for viewing at the Church from 2:30 p.m. until the start of the service.

 Funeral arrangements entrusted to: Alvin Hinkson Funeral Home, St. Elizabeth Village, St. Joseph.

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