Mayers, Frederick

Mayers, Frederick
27 Feb
2017

Frederick Mayers, age 94, of 1st Avenue Green Hill, St. Michael, member of the Church of the Resurrection and the Barbados Overseas Resettlement Association, Husband of Gracie Mayers of Gracie’s Fashions, Father of Elaine Smith, Dr. Sylvester Carrington, Yvonne Carrington, Cheryl Mayers and Heather Austin - all of the U.S.A., Grandfather of seven of the U.S.A., Great-grandfather of five , all of the U.S.A., Sabeon, Seaon, Sean and Tyrique Webster, Uncle of Hugh, Sherrod and Darcas Scantlebury, Sheila Taylor, Carston and Keith Cumberbatch, Brother-in-law of Vivian Brewster, Friend of many

The funeral of Frederick Mayers leaves Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home, 102 Cane Garden, St. Thomas on Wednesday, February 22nd, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. for St. Matthews Anglican Church, Jackmans, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service, followed by the burial.


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

Flowers may be sent to Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home no later than 1:30 p.m. on Wednesday.

Bus Transportation would be provided at 2:30 p.m. from the Church of the Resurrection to the St. Matthews Anglican Church and back.

Viewing of the body takes place in the Chapel of Gabriel Edghill’s Funeral Home from 12:00 noon until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

  • 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.