Smith, Gweneth Zenobia

Smith, Gweneth Zenobia
27 Feb

Gweneth Zenobia Smith, age 82, of 2nd Avenue North Wildey, St. Michael, Wife of the late Oliver Smith, Daughter of the late Beatrice Worrell and Prince Bovell, Grandmother of Dr. Sandi Arthur, Julita, Ria, Dwayne and Akeem Pitcairn, Sister of Rupert and Valenza Bovell, Velma Worrell and many others, Cousin of Violet Downes, Humphey and many others, Sister-In-law of Vadney Bovell, Relative of Elon and Miriam Arthur, Friend of the Norville, Merritt, Springer and the All Souls Anglican Church families

A service of thanksgiving for the life of Gweneth Zenobia Smith takes place on Thursday, February 23rd, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. at the All Souls Anglican Church, Bank Hall Main Road, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet, immediately followed by the interment at the Westbury Cemetery.

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

Flowers may be sent to E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church, no later than 12:00 noon on Thursday, or may be delivered to All Souls Anglican Church, Bank Hall Main Road, St, Michael before the start of the service.

Visitation takes place in the Chapel of E. Pamela Small Funeral Home, “The Lawns”, Vauxhall, Christ Church from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday.

Funeral Arrangements Entrusted to: E. Pamela Small Funeral Services

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