Marshall, Orlando

Marshall, Orlando
09 Aug

Orlando Marshall, age 66, better known as “Hartley”, of Roebuck, St. Peter, former Teacher of Federal and Lynch’s Secondary Schools and Outstanding Member of the Indian Ground Cricket Club, Son of the late Erla Marshall and Rupert Ramsey, Step-Son of Eulene Ramasay of the U.K., Brother of Everton Marshall of the U.S.A., Renrick “Tony” Marshall and Marva Ramsay of Canada, Brother-in-law of Eugene Marshall, Uncle of Mitchell Stanford, Esther and Caleb Marshall of the U.S.A., Cousin of Laverne Hoyte, Amnita Worrell, Monsignor Vencent Harcourt Blackett, Alphonzo “Robin” Blackman, Sheila Worrell and Hazel Sandiford, Nephew of Myrtle Blackett, Relative of the Marshall, Blackett, Ramsay, Walker and Worrell families, Friend of Juliet Husband and Althea Murray-Harding and many others.

The funeral of Orlando Marshall leaves L. R. Harris Funeral Home, Husbands, St. Lucy on Thursday, July 26th, 2018 at 2:30 p.m. for All Saints Anglican Church, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 4:00 p.m. for the service, followed by the burial.

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

Flowers may be sent to L. R. Harris Funeral Home no later than 2:15 p.m. on Thursday.

The body will repose in the Chapel of L. R. Harris Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday

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