Walker, Clarice Ursula

Walker, Clarice Ursula
10 Jul

Clarice Ursula Walker née Yearwood, formerly of Brooklyn, New York and Sedge Pond, St. Andrew, Wife of Elder Goldford Walker, Daughter of the late Cleophas Best and Millicent Yearwood, Mother of Stephen, Judy, Daleen and Denzil “Patrick” Walker - all of the United States, Grandmother of Stephen, Michael, Daniel, Davian, Sargeant Devin Walker and retired Sergeant Dylan Walker - both of the United States Marine Corps, Terence Bristol and Joshua Walker, Great Grandmother of Taliyah Bristol, Daquan Walker, Stephen Johnson and Fallon Farmer, Sister of Christopher, Sylvester “Hugh” Small, Wavnie and Edgar Small, John Cummins, the late Chesterfield Small and Euleen Watson, Sister-in-law of the late Carroll and Erma Walker of England, Verna Worrell and Eleanor Gibson of Barbados, Marcel Small and Sonia Murray-Small, Cousin of Antonio and Beverly Best and Arlette Cumberbatch, Relative of the Yearwood, Best, Marshall, Blackett, Williams, Worrell and Scantlebury families, Friend of Lillian Watson, Diane Elliot, Valdene Broome, Sylvia Morris, Julia Clarke and many others..

The funeral of Clarice Ursula Walker nee Yearwood leaves L. R. Harris Funeral Home, Husbands, St. Lucy on Saturday, July 07th, 2018 at 11:00 a.m. for Indian Ground Christian Mission Church, Indian Ground, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 12:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to Mount Pleasant Memorial Gardens, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter for the interment.

Flowers may be sent to L. R. Harris Funeral Home no later than 10:45 a.m. on Saturday.

The body will repose in the chapel of L. R. Harris funeral home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Friday.

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