Knight, Maudry

Knight, Maudry
10 Jul
2018

Maudry Knight, better known as “Me-Me”, of Claybury, St. John, Wife of the late Lionel Knight, Mother of Audrey and Glenda Knight, Eric Knight of Garden’s Systems and the late Everton ‘Chief’ Knight and Henderson ‘Truss’ Bishop-Knight, Grandmother of Ros-Anne Grace, Everton Hoyte, Krystal Brathwaite, Kersten Moore, Keenan and Mawali Knight, Great Grandmother of four, Sister of Mildred Murrain, Nancy Babb, Mary Bellamy and the late Beryl Als and Eric Bishop, Aunt of Lester Murrell and many others, Cousin of Hilton Lynch and many others, Relative of the Knight, Bishop, Als and Dyall families, Friend of many.


The funeral of Maudry Knight leaves Waithe’s Funeral Home, Greens St. George on Friday, July 06th, 2018 at 11:45 a.m. for the Faith Temple Pentecostal Church, Wilson Hill, St. John, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 1:00 p.m. for the Service. The cortege will then proceed to the St. John’s Cemetery for interment.


The organist and choir members are asked to attend.


Floral tributes can be sent to Waithe’s Funeral Home not later than 11:00 a.m. on Friday.


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