Arthur, Imelda Elaine

Arthur, Imelda Elaine
28 Nov

Imelda Elaine Arthur, age 80, of Boscobelle and formerly, of Rose Hill, St. Peter, Daughter, of the late Milton and Ianthe Hinds, Wife , of Aubrey Arthur, of the U.K., Mother, of Anderson Hinds, of Kingsland, Christ Church and Claudia Arthur, of the U.S.A., Grandmother , of Kendra Bishop, Floyd Arthur, Vjay and Dario Ellis all , of the U.S.A., Tonya Sargeant, Jerome and Renaldo Hinds, Great Grandmother , of Lelah Arthur, Sheldon Bishop Jr. and Jaii Ellis all , of the U.S.A. and Delano Hinds, Sister , of Winston Hinds , of the U.K., Galveston Hinds, the late Violet Harvey and Otlin Brathwaite, Aunt , of Carol Lewin, Wendell, Alicia and Jerry Hinds all , of the U.K., Verna Harvey , of the U.S.A., Kenmore Harvey, Michael and Suzan Hinds, Joann and Charles Brathwaite, Mother-in-law , of Maureen Hinds, Relative , of the Hinds, Scantlebury, Phillips, Bovell and Arthur families, Devoted Friend , of Shirley Phillips, Crosby Chandler, Tonia Edwards and many others.

The funeral , of Imelda Elaine Arthur leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Saturday, December 02nd, 2017 at 11:45 a.m. for Bethany Baptist Church, Mile and A Quarter, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:30 p.m. for the Service , of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the Mount Pleasant Memorial Gardens, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter for the interment.

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 11:30 a.m. on Saturday.

The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel , of St. John Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday.

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