Harewood, Glenfield Stuart

Harewood, Glenfield Stuart
27 Feb
2017

Glenfield Stuart Harewood, age 62, better known as “Nocky”, of Maxwell, Christ Church, Employee of the National Conservation Commission, Son of the late Evelyn Harewood-Clarke, Father of Winston Toppin of the Savannah Hotel, Grandfather of three, Companion of Catherine, Brother of Joslyn, the late Oscar, Ermenta, Stormy and Merlene Harewood, Uncle of many, Great-uncle of many, Relative of the Harewood and Toppin families, Friend of David Bourne, Felicia Toppin, the Adams family and many others.


A Service of Worship and Praise for the life of Glenfield Stuart Harewood will take place on Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. at the New Life Tabernacle, Kendal Hill, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to the Christ Church Cemetery for the interment.


The body will repose for viewing on Thursday from 1:00 p.m. until the start of the service, during which time floral tributes will be gratefully accepted.


Final Arrangements are in the Care and Trust of: Jo-Anne Jones Funeral Services And Pre-Arrangement Centre Ltd., “Clovelly”, Welches, Christ Church.

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