Straker, Livingston Levere

Straker, Livingston Levere
10 Jul
2018

Livingston Levere Straker, age 78, better known as “Nobby”, of Burma Road, Speightstown, St. Peter, retired Employee of the Sanitation Service Authority, Reputed Husband of the late Alma Scantlebury, Son of Ottilese Sealy and the late Theophilus Straker, Father of PC1634 St. Clair Scantlebury of the Royal Barbados Police Force, Sharon Scantlebury of Massy Stores Warrens, MacDonald and Joycelyn Scantlebury, the late Henderson and Stephenson Scantlebury, Grandfather of Shakira Bispham, Shane Scantlebury, Kimberley Bovell and Sarah Lewis, Great-grandfather of four, Brother of Sylvia Flavius, Winfield Worrell, Glyne, Arlene and Richard Straker, Douglas, Denis and Elisa Griffith, Uncle of many, Cousin of many, Father-in-law of Sharon Ward-Scantlebury and Henderson Crichlow, Relative of the Straker, Worrell, Cumberbatch, Vaughan and Walker families, Special Friend of Eudora Benn and many others.


The funeral of Livingston Levere Straker leaves St. John Funeral Home, Half Moon Fort, St. Lucy on Friday, July 06th, 2018 at 12:30 p.m. for Speightstown Church of God, Queen Street, Speightstown, St. Peter, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for the Service of Thanksgiving. The cortege will then proceed to St. Peter’s Cemetery for the interment.


Wreaths may be delivered to St. John Funeral Home no later than 12:15 p.m. on Friday.


The body will repose for viewing in the Chapel of St. John Funeral Home from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Thursday.


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  • My Precious Son
    Unendingly I mourn my precious son Too early yet this earthly home he left, Perfidious sleep confounded nature's order To leave his loves perpetually bereft. Those golden dreams and aspirations, The seed of yesterday a withered bloom, Those baubles which are cause to celebrate In death now mock us gently from his tomb. How treacherous death does steal on youth's exuberance, To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life, Where once was only joy and future promise Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.