Haynes, Violet Leotta

Haynes, Violet Leotta
10 Nov
2017

Violet Leotta Haynes, age 94, of Holders Hill, St. James and St. Judes Nursing Home, Daughter of the late Irene Haynes, Beloved mother of Norma Richards of Canada, Grandmother of Laurence and Dwayne Richards -(all of Canada, Great-grandmother of Amber, Lara and Faith - all of Canada, Sister of the late Lilian, Unice and Virginia Haynes, Aunt of Margaret Haynes-Williams of the Barbados Vocational Training Board, Arleigh Haynes of Canada and the late Grafton, Bougey, Marjorie, Jean and Jeffrey Haynes, Great-aunt of Desmond Haynes, Yvonne, Michael and Glenville Haynes, Grace Mapp, Joyce Browne, Michael Carrington, Paula Smith and Fay Cave, Mother-in-law of Gregory Richards of Canada, Godmother of Emily Williams, Friend of Beryl Leacock and Hartley Richards.


The funeral of Violet Leotta Haynes leaves Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, Eagle Hall, St. Michael on Saturday, November 11th, 2017 at 1:00 p.m. for St. John the Baptist Anglican Church, Holders Hill, St. James where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the St. James Cemetery for the interment.


The Organist and members of the Church Choir are asked to attend.


Wreaths may be sent to Downes and Wilson Funeral Home no later than 12:00 noon on Saturday, November 11th, 2017.


Relatives and friends may pay their last respects at Downes and Wilson Funeral Home from 9:00 a.m. until 11:00 a.m. on Friday, November 10th, 2017.

Condolences may be sent to: www.downesandwilson.com

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