Parris, Clyde Herbert
26 Feb
2018

Parris, Clyde Herbert

Published in OBITUARIES P - T

Clyde Herbert Parris, age 84, affectionately known as “Peace and Love” or “Irishman”, of Pasture Road, Bank Hall, St. Michael and formerly of Sherbourne, St. John - Retired Mason of George Rogers Quarry, Son of the late Evans and Inez Parris, Husband of the late Barbara Parris neé Mann, Brother of Monica Greaves of Canada, Eureka Small, Gwendolyn Parris and the late Louis Parris and Phyllis Holder, Father of Marcia and Michelle Manns, Steven Taylor of Customs and Excise Department, Beverley and David Taylor and the late Marcelene Taylor, Stepfather of Denzil Mann and Wendy Crichlow, Grandfather of Carlos Manns and many others, Great-Grandfather of four, Uncle of Anderson, Trevor, Jeffrey, Gregory, Wayne, Betty and Ricardo Parris of Banks Breweries, Evadney Jones, Michael Greaves, Melanie Murzeau, Roslyn Best, Ronald Holder, Jeffrey and Rodney Small and nine others. Friend of Michael Greaves of Michael Greaves Associates, the Babb’s family, Lydia Taylor, Beverley Yearwood, Staff of National Assistance Board Department and many others.

A Service of Thanksgiving celebrating the life of Clyde Herbert Parris takes place on Monday, 29th January, 2018 at 10:00 a.m. at Mount of Praise Wesleyan Holiness Church, Tudor Bridge, St. Michael, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to Westbury Cemetery for the interment.

Flowers may be delivered to St. George's Home for Funerals no later than 7:15 am on Monday.
Funeral arrangements entrusted to: St. George’s Home for Funerals.

Online condolences may be posted to: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

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