Harding, Arletta

Harding, Arletta
12 Dec
2017

Arletta Harding, age 93, of St. Christopher, Christ Church, Resident of the Beulalin Retirement Retreat and dedicated Member of the Church of St. Christopher, Wife of the late Herbert Harding, Mother of Merle Bartlett, Grandmother of Tina Bartlett, Great-Grandmother of Keilan Alleyne, Aunt of David King and four others, Cousin of Iona Kinch, Glenville Austin, Philip, Carl, Cecelie and Majorie King, Thelma Fergusson, Glenda Haynes, Heather Stewart and Dr. Shai Stewart, Relative of the King Kinch and Clarke families, Friend of Olga and Basil Callender and the Staff and Patients of the Beulalin Retirement Retreat.


A Thanksgiving Service celebrating the life of Arletta Harding will take place on Tuesday, December 12th, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. at the Church of St. Christopher, St. Christopher, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to the Christ Church Cemetery for the interment.

The Organist and members of the church choir are asked to attend.

The body will repose for viewing on Tuesday from 1:00 p.m. until the start of the service during which time floral tributes will be gratefully accepted.

Final arrangements are in the care and trust of Jo-Anne Jones Funeral Services And Pre-Arrangement Centre Ltd., “Clovelly”, Welches, Christ Church.

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