Croney, Olney Elspeth
15 Feb

Croney, Olney Elspeth

Published in OBITUARIES A - E

Age 84, of Market Hill, St. George and Matriach of Limers Combined.

Wife of the late Martin Croney.

Beloved-Mother of             Melanese Croney.

Sister of Hazel Reid, Aileen Carter, Ruby Hill, Lynette Norville, Denise and Brenda Carter of the U.S.A.

Adoptive-Sister of Doreen Bryan.

Adoptive- Mother of Beverly Alleyne, Lydia Allman-Ward, Chester Barton, Marcia Green, Alwyn Lee, Terry Codrington, Cameron and Ordean Brathwaite and Cameron Harrison.

Aunt of many.

Sister-in-law of Sinclair Hill and William Norville of the U.S.A.

Cousin of Beryl and Sylvia Carter, Elma Haynes, Denzil Carrington, Kenreith, Renelde, Burgun Grosvenor and Cyril Clarke.

Relative of the Carter, St. Hill, Holder and Carrington families.

Dear-Friend of Vincent and Uriel Welch, Everson R. Elcock O.B.E and family, Canon Rev. Errington Massiah and family, Canon Rev. Geoffrey Mayers and family, Eucene Hinds of the U.S.A., the Hazell, Emmanuel and Clarke families of St. Lucia and many others.

The funeral of Olney Elspeth Croney leaves Paramount Funeral Home, Upper Hindsbury Road, St. Michael on Friday February 22nd, 2019 at 1:30 pm for St. Augustine Anglican Church, Market Hill, St. George, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:00 p.m. for the Service of Praise and Thanksgiving, followed by the interment in the Churchyard.

The Organist and members of the Church Choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to Paramount Funeral Home no later than 1:15 pm on Friday 22, 2019

Viewing takes place in the Chapel of Paramount Funeral Home from 4pm until 6pm on Thursday February 21, 2019

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