Green, Anita Geraldine

Green, Anita Geraldine
24 Aug
2017

Anita Geraldine Green, age 90, better known as "Mary Green", of 4th Avenue New Orleans, St. Michael, Mother of Angela Deane and the late Valmay Green, Grandmother of Joyanne Green, Natalie and Natasha Deane, Great Grandmother of Damian Inniss, Aunt of Anita Green, Great Aunt of Suzanne, Kay, Deborah and Ricardo Green and Chetwyn Walkes, Mother-in-law of Frederick Deane, Adoptive Mother of Anthony Griffith, Friend of Marcia Carmichael.

A Service of Thanksgiving for the life of Anita Geraldine Green takes place on Tuesday August 22nd, 2017 at 3:00 p.m. at St. Leonard's Anglican Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet, immediately followed by the interment in the churchyard.

The Organist is asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, "The Lawns", Vauxhall, Christ Church, on Tuesday August 22nd, 2017 no later than 1:00 p.m., or may be delivered to the St. Leonard's Anglican 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 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday.

Funeral Arrangements Entrusted To: E. Pamela Small Funeral Services

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