Stanford, Yvonne Delisle

Stanford, Yvonne Delisle
26 Feb
2018

Yvonne Delisle Stanford, age 80, of French Village, St. Peter - retired employee Barbados Lumber Company Limited, Speightstown, Wife of the late Walter Stanford, Mother of Eugene Marshall, Keith, Linda and Norma Stanford all of the U.S.A, Pauline Edwards employee of Collins Limited, Grandmother of Kerwin Ryan, Mitchell and Dimitri Stanford all of the U.S.A., Merlon, Rommell, Gregg and Denise Edwards, Great-Grandmother of Kala, Jimmy and Isabella Ryan all of the U.S.A., Dillon and Mya Edwards, Sister of Marlene Cox, Thelma Miller, Maple Maecan, Leroy, Winston, Emril, Franklyn, Sandra and Henderson Walrond, Aunt of Judy Brathwaite, Maureen and Juan Walrond and many others, Sister-in-law of Jefferson Cox, Clophas Miller, Wilfrid Maecan, Yolanda Walrond, Abraham Stanford, Victor and Colvin Bishop, Mother-in-law of Denis Edwards, Everton Marshall and Ena Stanford, Relative of the Bishop, Walrond and Stanford families, Friend of the members of French Vill, age Pentecostal House of Prayer and many others

The funeral of Yvonne Delisle Stanford leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Thursday, 01st February, 2018 at 2:00 p.m. for All Saints Anglican Church, Pleasant Hall, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:45 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving, followed by the interment in the churchyard.

The Organist and members of the Church Choir are asked to attend.

Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home not later than 1:45 p.m. on Thursday, 01st February, 2018.

The body will repose for viewing at French Vill, age Pentecostal House of Prayer from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday, 31st January, 2018.

Mourning colours are optional.

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  • Epitaph Upon A Child That Died
    Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood: Who as soon as fell fast asleep As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir The earth that lightly covers her.