Callendar, Reuben St. Aubyn

Callendar, Reuben St. Aubyn
27 Feb
2017

Reuben St. Aubyn Callendar, age 68, better known as “Callie” of Upper Carter’s Gap, Christ Church and formerly of Parish Land, Christ Church, Companion of Jean Adams, Father of Andrea Adams, Grandfather of Deandra Adams, Great Grandfather of Demario Adams, Brother of Uneka Callender of the U.K., Elton and Winston Callender, Annette Farrell and Patricia Bovell and the late Eric and Johnson Callender, Stepfather of Ronald and Sean Adams, Uncle of nineteen, Relative of the Farrell and Callender families, Friend of many..


A service of thanksgiving celebrating the life of Reuben St. Aubyn Callendar will take place at Pegwell Community Church, Pegwell Boggs, Christ Church, on Wednesday, 1st March 2017, at 2:30 p.m. The cortege will then proceed to the Christ Church Cemetery for interment.


Flowers may be delivered to St. George’s Home for Funerals no later than 12:15 p.m., on Wednesday.


Visitation takes place at St. George’s Home for Funerals, Carmichael House, Carmichael, St. George, from 4:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. on Tuesday.


Funeral arrangements entrusted to: Syd Jones’ St. George’s Home for Funerals.

 

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