Kirton, Reverend Samuel Ulric

Kirton, Reverend Samuel Ulric
13 Feb
2017

Reverend Samuel Ulric Kirton, age 90, of Watts Village, St. George, Husband of the late Syliva Kirton, Father of Clyde Kirton of Buckley’s Factory, Carlisle Kirton - former Deputy Head of St. Cyprian’s Boys’ School, Ronald “Rat de analis” Kirton of the Barbados Water Authority, Wayne Kirton of Canada, Susan Dottin, Dorothy Watson, Sandra Kirton of D’s Mega Store and the late Courtney Kirton, Brother of Ione Browne of the U.S.A., Pearl “Darkie” Barnes of Canada, the late Harvey Kirton and Lucille Howard, Uncle of Cheryl Howard, Hugh Brown and Esther of the U.S.A. and Donna Kirton, Grandfather of twenty-eight, Great-Grandfather of eighteen, Father-in-law of Wiston Dottin and Simon Watson, Brother-in-law of Evelyn Garnes and Gloria Kirton, Friend of Yvonne Harewood, Pastor Wooding, Phylis Mayers, Frederick Nurse, the late Reverend Elson Brewster and Harold Brewster.

 

The funeral of Reverend Samuel Ulric Kirton leaves Anderson Funeral Home, Lower Barbarees Hill, St. Michael on Monday, February 13th, 2017 at 1:30 p.m. for St. George Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service, followed by the interment.


Floral arrangements may be sent to Anderson Funeral Home no later than 12:30 p.m. on Monday.

 

The body of Samuel Ulric Kirton will repose for viewing in the Chapel of Anderson Funeral Home from 6:00 p.m. until 8:00 p.m. on Sunday and at the Church from 2:30 p.m. until the start of the service.



  • Stop all the clocks
    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong' The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.