Marshall, Walter Livingstone

Marshall, Walter Livingstone
15 Nov

Walter Livingstone Marshall, age 84, better known as “Banana Man”, of St. Elizabeth New Road, St. Joseph, formerly of St. Elizabeth Village, St. Joseph, Birmingham, U.K. and Foster Hall, St. John, Son of the late Monty Chesterfield and Muriel Albertha Thomas, Brother of Carlotta Thomas, Husband of the late Velda Elaine Marshall, Father of Barbara and Sharon Marshall, Kenneth and Diana Holdipp all of the U.K., Grandfather of Dwayne Marshall-Lubban of Barbados, Laverne Gray, Donna Horton, Jorjiah Holdipp of the U.K., Great-grandfather of Denilson, Deshayne, Sienna and Mya Gray, Mitchell and Reece Horton of the U.K. and Ammara Lubban of Barbados, Uncle of Cardon, Deborah and Felesto Thomas, Shawn Taylor and Romeo Hinkson, Great Uncle of Leandra and Nadia Thomas, Great-Great Uncle of Leeann-Marie Thomas, Friend of Ione Marshall, Victor Morris, Thelbert and Ester Mayers, Drayton Carter and many others.

The funeral of Walter Livingstone Marshall takes place on Friday, November 17th, 2017 at St. Margaret’s Anglican Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service, followed by the interment.

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

Flowers may be delivered to Alvin Hinkson’s Funeral Home, St. Elizabeth Village, St. Joseph no later than 2:00 p.m. on Friday.

The body will repose for viewing at Alvin Hinkson’s Funeral Home from 5:00 p.m. on Thursday and at the Church from 2:30 p.m. until the start of the service.

  • Stop all the clocks
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.