Mayers, Elmyra Loreene

Mayers, Elmyra Loreene
30 Oct
2017

Elmyra Loreene Mayers, age 90, of Lower Carters Gap, Christ Church and formerly of Union Land, St. Joseph, retired Vender of Fairchild Street Market, Daughter of the late Lillian Odle, Mother of Keith Mayers of C.O.Williams, Joan Clarke of Monica’s Bakery, Rodney Mayers of Goddard’s Catering Group and Bernard Mayers, Grandmother of Jeffrey Padmore, Shondelle, Ke-mu-el and Rashawn Clarke, Sharice, Lisa, Romar and Michelle Mayers, Great-grandmother of three, Aunt of Kenrick and Hyacinth Howard of the U.S.A., Gloria Jordan, Tyrone, Vincent and Ira Odle, Winston Bullen, the late Cerlene and Winfield Bullen and Everton Odle, Great Aunt of many, Sister of Leroy Smith, the late Vivian Bullen, Otleyse Odle and Viola Howard, Mother-in-law of Marilyn Mayers, Joan Padmore and the late Henderson Clarke, Relative of the Smith, Bradshaw and Jordan families, Friend of Shelia Chase, the Bynoe families and many others. 


The funeral of Elmyra Loreene Mayers leaves the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home, Stadium Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael on Tuesday, September 19th, 2017 at 1:15 p.m. for St. Anne’s Anglican Church, Parris Hill, St. Joseph, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:00 p.m. for a Home Going Service, followed by the interment.

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

Floral arrangements can be sent to the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home no later than 1:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

Viewing of Elmyra Loreene Mayers will take place in the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Monday.

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