Maynard, Alvatia Louise

Maynard, Alvatia Louise
26 Feb
2018

Alvatia Louise Maynard, age 92, of The Roy Wardeen Caring Centre, Friendly Hall, St. Lucy and formerly of #2 Orange Hill St. James and Toronto Canada, Daughter of the late Delcina Alleyne and George Hinds, Mother of Gail Gaskin of RBC Toronto and formerly of CBC Sales , office, Ian and Rawle Maynard, and the late Joan Maynard, Grandmother of ten, Great-Grandmother of thirteen, Sister of Euardine Maynard of Toronto, Jenny Smith of the U.S.A. and the late Cleophas and John Maynard, Mother-in-law of Patricia Maynard, Ron Gaskin and the late Patrica Brown, Sister-in-law of Lorraine Maynard, Aunt of Betty, Glynn and Alicia of the U.S.A, Tony, Donna, Junior, Kathyann, Jackie, Carolyn, Winfield and Brian, Great- Aunt of Karim, Kayla, Thea, Jumaine, Jumali, Inico and many others, Friend of Dawn Rudder, Bev Goodman, Arlene Clarke, Gloria Prince, Gloria Gilkes, Ramon Boyce, Tony White, Magnelle Woodroffe and many others


The funeral of Alvatia Louise Maynard takes place on Wednesday, 31st January, 2018 at The Orange Hill, Church of God, Endeavour St. James, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:00 p.m. for the service. The cortege will proceed to St. James Cemetery for the interment.

The body will repose for viewing at the church from 12:45 p.m. at which time floral tributes will be appreciated.


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Funeral services entrusted to: S.T. Ellis Funeral and Pre-planning Services Inc, 3M Plaza, Corner of Kensington New Road and Baxters Road, St. Michael.

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