Layne, Clarence Adolphus

Layne, Clarence Adolphus
14 Sep

Age 100, of Thorne’s Gap, Lands End, St. Michael and Formerly of 1st Ave. Station Hill, St. Michael.

Father of Signa, Neville, Antoinette, Andrew and Mark Brathwaite. Grandfather of Tricia and Aisha Brathwaite, Nekeshia Padmore.

Great-grandfather of Jamani, Kymarie, Tryheim, Twonea, Tkia, Nitre and Navari.

Uncle of Ariel, Ernesta, Emon and Leroy Layne, Rodney and Peggy Farrell.

Great-uncle of Larry Weir and many others.

Relative of the Layne and Lewis families.

Father-in-law of Christine Brathwaite. Friend of Dr. Belle, Mr. Forde of the Barbados Legion, Members of the Maranatha and the King Street Seventh Day Adventist Church families and many others.

A Service of Thanksgiving for the life of Clarence Adolphus Layne takes place on Wednesday, September 19th, 2018 at 10:00 a.m. at the King Street Seventh Day Church, King Street, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet, followed by the interment immediately after in the Westbury Cemetery.

Flowers may be sent to E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church, no later than 7:30 a.m. on Wednesday, September 19th, 2018 or may be delivered to the King Street Seventh Day Adventist Church, King Street, St. Michael before the start of service.

Funeral Arrangements Entrusted To: E. Pamela Small Funeral Services

  • 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.