Marshall, Alvin Alphonso
27 Feb
2017

Marshall, Alvin Alphonso

Published in OBITUARIES

Alvin Alphonso Marshall, age 89, of 12 Thackeray Grove, Huddersfield, England and formerly of Cambridge Bay, St. Joseph, retired Foundry Worker of the Church of England, Son of the late Benjamin Marshall and Constance Kellman, Husband of the late Sheila Marshall, Father of Sheila, Richard and George Marshall - all of the U.K., the late Anthea and Diana, Grandfather of Charmaine, Elena, Christian, Bethany, Leroy, Avan, Charlene, Steven and Sinead - all of the U.K., Brother of the late Joseph, Doris, Clyde, Houston, Harold, Ismey, Cousin of Esther Small of Mellows Hill and Heather Marshall, Uncle of Naomi and Judy Marshall, Relative of the Marshall family of St. Joseph.


The funeral of Alvin Alphonso Marshall leaves the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home, Stadium Road, Bush Hall, St. Michael on Friday, March 3rd, 2017 at 12:15 p.m. for St. Annes Anglican Church, Parris Hill, St. Joseph, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for A Home Going Service. The cortege will then proceed to St. Joseph Churchyard for the interment.

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

Floral arrangements can be sent to the Tranquility Chapel of Two Sons Funeral Home no later than 12:00 noon on Friday.

Viewing of Alvin Alphonso Marshall will take place in the Tranquility Chapel from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday.

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