Alleyne, William Warren

Alleyne, William Warren
27 Oct
2017

William Warren Alleyne, age 92, of Amity Lodge, Christ Church, Member of the Barbados Legion, Husband of the late Beryl Alleyne, Father of Catherine Alleyne, Brother of Douglas Alleyne, the late James Alleyne, Vincent Alleyne and Elaine Murrell, Uncle of Jean Francis of the U.S.A., Shirley Patricia Moore of the U.S.A., Patricia Grisoni of Canada, Cecil Alleyne, Tony Graham and Faith Williams, Great Uncle of many, Brother-in-law of Joyce Alleyne, Friend of Senator Professor Sir Henry Fraser, Senator Sir Trevor Carmichael, Mr and Mrs Dean Walcott.

The funeral of Historian William Warren Alleyne leaves Downes and Wilson Funeral Home, Eagle Hall, St Michael on Friday, September 08th, 2017 at 8:15 a.m. for the St. Patrick’s Roman Catholic Cathedral, Jemmotts Lane, St Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for the service. The funeral will then proceed to the Military Cemetery, Gravesend, St Michael for the interment.

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

Wreaths may be sent to Downes and Wilson Funeral Home no later than 7:00 a.m. on Friday.

Relatives and friends may pay their last respects at Downes and Wilson Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday.

Condolences may be sent to: www.downesandwilson.com

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