Maynard, Clarissa Albertha

Maynard, Clarissa Albertha
04 Sep
2018

Clarissa Albertha Maynard, age 89, of Porters Road, Queen Street, St Peter, devoted Member of Speightstown Church of God, Daughter of the late Lilian Cumberbatch and Fitzgerald Springer, Widow of Ethan Maynard,  Mother of Erickson and Thorson Maynard - both of the U.K. and Fenella Richards of the Ministry of Housing, Lands and Rural Development, Grandmother of Rommel Richards of Atlantic Computers, Keelan Richards - Student of the Alexandra Secondary School and Louisa Maynard of the U.K., Sister of Waple and Vassel Cumberbatch, the late Marie Ogarro, Alan and Joseph Cumberbatch, Evans, Kenneth and Elsie Belgrave, Aunt of nineteen, Cousin of many, Mother-in-law of Vera and Averil Maynard - both of the U.K. and Haldon Richards of Sagicor Life Incorporated, Sister-in-law of Rita Belgrave, Relative of the Maynard, Lewis, Cumberbatch, Jackman, Springer and Belgrave families, Friend of Alice Jordan, Myrtle Burnett and family, Claudia Hinds, Eurlene Sobers, St. Clair Worrell, Rev. Coral Richards and many others.


The funeral of Clarissa Albertha Maynard leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Friday, August 10th, 2018 at 1:15 p.m. for the Speightstown Church of God, Queen Street, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:00 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to St. Peter’s Cemetery for the interment.


Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 1:00 p.m. on Friday.


The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel of St. John Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday.


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  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.