Vaughan, Anthony Winston

Vaughan, Anthony Winston
30 Oct
2017

Anthony Winston Vaughan, age 64, of Isolation Road, Belleplaine, St. Andrew, retired Senior Security Officer 2 of Defense and Security, Government Headquarters, Son of the late Lamonte Sobers and Wycliffe Griffith, Husband of Yvette Vaughan, Father of Sara Vaughan of the Barbados Community College, Bernadette Foster, Brenda Taylor, Shawn Smith, David Barrow and the late Ian Foster, Grandfather of Gavin and Isaiah Foster, Nikolai Sandiford and five others, Brother of Jasper Griffith and Jackie Springer both of the U.S.A., Thelma Kellman, Elsa Vaughan, the late Carl Vaughan and Cynthia Collymore, Brother-in-law of Cynthia Vaughan, Nathaniel Collymore, Vivian and Opal Best and Sheila Griffith, Father-in-law of Zeta Foster and Fari Smith, Uncle of Anderson and Edwin Vaughan, Patricia Richards, James, Janice and Ron Collymore and many others, Cousin of Marjorie Ward, Stephen “Micky” Kellman and many others, Relative of the Vaughan, Straker, Kellman and Griffith families, Friend of many


The funeral of Anthony Winston Vaughan leaves L. R. Harris Funeral Home, Husbands, St. Lucy on Friday, September 15th, 2017 at 2:00 p.m. for St. Andrew Parish Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 3:30 p.m. for the service, followed by the burial.

The organist is asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to L. R. Harris Funeral Home no later than 1:45 p.m. on Friday.

The body will repose in the Chapel of L. R. Harris Funeral Home from 3:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m. on Thursday.

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