Taylor, Arnold Ethelbert

Taylor, Arnold Ethelbert
27 Feb

Arnold Ethelbert Taylor, age 79, of Frere Pilgrim Tenantry, Christ Church, formerly of London, England, Husband of Cynthia “Sylvie” Taylor nee Mottley, Father of Joanne and Arnold Taylor Junior, Grandfather of Nathan, Jamel and Tyrell Taylor, Brother of Iris “Ninks” Pinder and Winifred Whitehall, the late Arthur and Cecil “Sammy” Taylor and Violet Brathwaithe, Uncle of Carol, Jennifer and Peter Taylor, John Pinder, Janice Thompson, Benjamin Bartlett and many others, Great-Uncle of many, Relative of the Best, Trotman, McCollin, Sargeant, Bartlett, Brathwaithe and Whitehall families, Friend of Ken Clarke, Roy Ryce, Neville Belgrave and many others.

The funeral of Arnold Ethelbert Taylor leaves Waithe’s Funeral Home, Greens, St. George on Monday, 20th February 2017 at 1:00 p.m. for the Christ Church Parish Church, Church Hill, where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 2:30 p.m. for the service. The cortege will then proceed to the Christ Church cemetery for the interment.

The organist and choir members are asked to attend.

Floral tributes can be sent to Waithe’s Funeral Home not later than 12:30 p.m. on Monday.

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