Baker, Deacon Norris Asquith Ricardo

Baker, Deacon Norris Asquith Ricardo
26 Feb
2018

Deacon Norris Asquith Ricardo Baker JP, age 53, of Hunte’s Street, Baxters Road, St. Michael, Driver Messenger of the Ministry of Home Affairs and former Commissioner of Barbados Boy Scouts Association, Son of the late Reverend Gerald and Mother Superior Laurine Baker, Father of Jonathan, Abam and Norris Baker, Brother of Jennifer Baker-Knight - Registered Nurse, Donavan Baker of the Caribbean Broadcasting Corporation, Dylan Baker, Doorlene Best, Annesta Roach, Maxine and Margaret Baker both of the U.K., the late Joan, Beverley and Roslyn Baker, Uncle of Jamar Payne and fifteen others, Great Uncle of thirteen, Brother-in-law of Trevor Knight, Relative of the Baker and Roach families, Friend of many


The funeral of Deacon Norris Asquith Ricardo Baker JP leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Wednesday, January 24th, 2018 at 9:15 a.m. for the Jerusalem Apostolic Spiritual Baptist Cathedral, Ealing Grove, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 12:00 noon for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the Westbury Cemetery for the interment. There will be a procession from Zion Apostolic Spiritual Baptist Temple, Richmond Gap, St. Michael to the cemetery.


Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 9:00 a.m. on Wednesday.


The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel of St. John Funeral Home from 1:00 p.m. until 3:00 p.m. on Tuesday, January 23, 2018.

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