Barens, Graham Gordon

Barens, Graham Gordon
09 Aug
2018

Graham Gordon Barens, age 86, of North Lowland Drive, Friendship Terrace, St. Michael, former Employee of the Ministry of Transport and Works, Husband of the late Elise Barnes, Father of Grace Hampden-Taylor of the U.S.A., Brother of Clarene Henry and the late Millicent Branch and Eugene Barnes, Uncle of Julia Nicholls, Sylvia Butcher, Yvonne Wilkinson, Barbara Mayers, Cora Applewhaite, Dorial Branch and Odessa Lowe, David and Dierdre Henry, Father-in-law of Ronald Taylor, Brother-in-law of Baldwin Henry, Relative of the Barnes family, Friend of Ann Martin-Griffith and Violet Cave and many others.

 

A Service of Thanksgiving for the life of Graham Gordon Barnes takes place on Monday, July 30th, 2018 at 10:00 a.m. in the Chapel of Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet, followed by the interment in the Chapel Lawns, of the Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge Christ Church.


The Residence Organist is asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church on Monday, July 30th, 2018 before 7:30 a.m. or may be delivered to the Chapel of Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, the Ridge, Christ Church, before the start of the service.


Visitation takes place in the Chapel of E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Sunday.


Funeral arrangements entrusted to: E. Pamela Small Funeral Services

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