Niles, Louis
11 Feb
2019

Niles, Louis

Published in OBITUARIES K - 0

Age 82, of Durant’s Fairways, Durant’s, Christ Church. Retired Structural Civil Engineer of the Inter-American Development Bank and Devout member of Providence Methodist Church.

Beloved-Husband of Ianthe Niles - former Teacher of Princess Margaret Secondary School.

Brother of the late Randal Niles.

Uncle of Mark Niles.

Loving-Cousin of Millicent Jane Belgrave, John, Margarette, Gregory, Laura-Anne Clarke and many others.

Brother-in-law of Pyrlene Niles, Keith Chase and Darene Browne.

Relative of the Ellis and Gaskin families.

Cherished-Friend of Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Moseley, Mr. and Mrs. Don Gittens,  Marlyn Wharton and others.

The funeral of Louis Niles leaves Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home, Top Rock, Christ Church on Saturday at 8:15 a.m. for Providence Methodist Church, Providence, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet  at 10:00 a.m.  the Service Thanksgiving The cortege will then proceed to Christ Church Cemetery for the interment.

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

Floral tributes may be delivered to Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home no later than 6:00 p.m. on Friday or 7:30 a.m. on Saturday.

Visitation takes place at the Chapel of Clyde B. Jones Funeral Home from 4:30 until  6: 00 p.m. on Friday 15th February.

To express condolences visitwww.clydebjonesfuneralhome.com

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