Gaskin, Rita Huldah

Gaskin, Rita Huldah
12 Jul

Rita Huldah Gaskin Nee Davis, age 79, better known as “Huldah Gaskin” of Chapel Land #7, St. Philip, Daughter of the late Ruby Farrell and Ernest Straughn, Mother of Diana Fields, Carson Davis of Sun Tours Barbados, Glenroy Davis Insurance Corporation of Barbados Limited, Glenville Davis of Everson R Elcock Company Limited, Ideen Forde, Vergie Gaskin and Donna Gaskin of Massy Distribution Incorporation, Grandmother of Cathy-Ann Davis, Jamel Morris, Kelly-Ann and Marsha Gaskin, Latoya King, Brandon Clarke, David Wilkinson and nine others, Great Grandmother of fifteen, Sister of Yvonne Hippolyte of the U.K. and Otha Browne of the U.S.A., Aunt of many, Cousin of Cleton Jones of Canada, Betty Davis and many others, Mother-in-law of Otha Fields, David Forde and Marguerita Clarke-Davis, Godmother of Evria Ince-Waldron of the U.S.A., Relative of the Davis, Rose and Straughn families, Close Friend of Joyce Miller and many others.

The funeral of Rita Huldah Gaskin Nee Davis leaves the Belmont Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St. Michael on Tuesday, July 17th, 2018 at 2:15 p.m. for St. Philip Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 4:00 p.m. for the service, followed by the interment.

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

Floral arrangements may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home not later than 1:45 p.m. on Tuesday.

Viewing of the body takes place at the Belmont Funeral Home from 3:30 p.m. until 5:30 p.m. on Monday.

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightening they Do not go gentle into that good night.   Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.   Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.