Holder, Velda Elaine

Holder, Velda Elaine
05 Oct
2018

Velda Elaine Holder, age 81, affectionately known as “Mummy”, of Golden Rock, Pinelands, St. Michael, faithful member of Bethel Methodist Church, Bethel Wesley Guild and the Dorcas Society, Daughter of the late Sybil Morris, Devoted mother of David Holder and Gregory Holder-Callender - both of the U.S.A., Natalie S. Holder - Attorney-at-Law, Andrew Holder, the late Sheryl and Paul Holder and Ann Holder-Callender, Grandmother of Ke-Luc, Kimberley, Fiona Holder - all of the U.S.A., Jamar and Kyle Holder-Callender, Jerome Holder and Seven others, Sister of Jean Holder, Aunt of Anthony, Marlon and Natalie Holder and the late Richard Holder, Friend of Rev. Roslyn Harper-Johnson, Rev. Carol Taylor, Sylvia Harding, Rita Scantlebury, Arlette Austin, Gaylene Brathwaite, Barbara Peterkin Barbara Foster, Dr. Jeanne Beckles, Sister Trotman, Cheryll Barrow, Yvette Hinds, the Beckles family and many others


A Service of Praise and Thanksgiving for the life of Velda Elaine Holder will take place on Friday October 12th, 2018 at 2:00 p.m.at Bethel Methodist Church, Bay Street, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to the Flamboyant Lawns, Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.


The Organist, members of the Church Choir, Women’s League and Dorcas Society are asked to attend.

The body will repose for viewing on Friday from 1:00 p.m. until the start of the service during which time floral tributes will be gratefully accepted.

Monetary donations toward the Bethel Restoration Fund will be appreciated.

Final Arrangements Are In The Care and Trust Of Jo-Anne Jones Funeral Services and Pre-Arrangement Centre Limited, “Clovelly”, Welches, Christ Church.

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