Grazette, Mary

Grazette, Mary
18 Jul
2018

Mary Grazette, age 93, of Rouen Road, Belle Gully, St. Michael and formerly of 7th Avenue New Orleans, St. Michael, Sister of the late Beryl Nicholls, Madaline and William Grazette, 

Aunt of Reverend Leroy Nicholls of Canada, Reginald Nicholls, Phyllis Deane and Hazel Blackett, Sonia, Arlene and Diana Grazette and many others, Great Aunt of many,
Relative of the Grazette and Nicholls families, Friend of June Branch, Coral Headley and the Burke family and many others


A Service of Thanksgiving for the life of Mary Grazette takes place on Wednesday, July 18th, 2018 at 9:30 a.m. at the Church of God, Chapman Street, St. Michael, where
relatives and friends are asked to meet, followed by the interment in the Westbury Cemetery.


Flowers may be sent to E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church, on Wednesday, July 18th, 2018 before 7:30 a.m., or may be delivered to the Church
of God, Chapman Street, St. Michael before the start of service.

Visitation takes place in the Chaple of E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

Funeral arrangements entrusted to: E. Pamela Small Funeral Services

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