Hall, Barbara Anne

Hall, Barbara Anne
19 Jan

Barbara Anne Hall, age 58, of Yearwood Road, Black Rock, St. Michael, former Accounts Clerk of PricewaterhouseCoopers and member of the Carrington Wesleyan Holiness Church, Daughter of Daisy Moore and the late Lionel Moore, 

Wife of Jerry Hall - former Linecrewman of BWIA, Mother of Natasha Hall and Jerrianne Husbands of Café 195 - Warrens, Sister of Lionel and Gloria Alleyne, Ramona Clarke and Cyndi Moore of the U.S.A., Niece of
Daphne Clarke, Winston, John, Gordon, Gladstone and Reuben Alleyne, Aunt of Tai Jun Ali, Laurinda Smith, Parker and Kramer Davis and Felicia Hall all of the U.S.A., Gregory Morris, Michelle Miller, Marsha
Alleyne and Jada Hall, Mother-n-law of Donovan Husbands, Sister-in-law of Terry Clarke, Juliet and Alvin Hall, Patricia Williams of the U.S.A., Eric Bourne of Canada and David Hall of the U.K., Relative of
Trevor and Joanna Hall, Amaya Grace Robertson all of the U.K., he Alleyne family of St. Thomas, the Moore, Blackett and Hall families, Friend of many

The funeral of Barbara Anne Hall leaves Keith Jones Funeral Home, Passage Road, St. Michael on Wednesday, January 17th, 2018 at 8:00 a.m. for Carrington Wesleyan Holiness Church, Welches, St. Michael, where
relatives and friends are asked to meet at 9:30 a.m. for a Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to the Frangipani Lawns, Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the

Floral tributes may be sent to Keith Jones Funeral Home no later than 7:30 a.m. on Wednesday.

Mourning colors are optional.

Visitation will take place in the Chapel of Keith Jones Funeral Home from 4:30 p.m. until 6:30 p.m. on Tuesday.

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  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.