Robinson, Dorothy Elmina
04 Oct

Robinson, Dorothy Elmina

Published in OBITUARIES P - T

Dorothy Elmina Robinson nee Armstrong, affectionately known as “Aunt Doll” or “Dolly”, of Bank Hall Main Road, St. Michael, Wife of the late Oscar Merton Robinson, Mother of Ferdinand and Michael Robinson and Sha-rel Robinson Barrow - all of the U.S.A., Anson Robinson of Cayman Islands, Wayne, Ah-vuh and Neal Robinson of Barbados, Grandmother of Keena Gardier, Uh-my-yuh Robinson Reece, Nailah and Avani Connell - all of Barbados and seventeen others, Great-grandmother of eleven, Aunt of Joan, Linnett and Miranda Armstrong, Jacqueline Murray and six others, Relative of the Armstrong, Redman, Searles, Moore, Sinckler, Nicholls and Thomas families and the Brathwaite family of Canada and many others, Mother-in-law of Angela Robinson and four others, Friend of the Devonish, Alleyne and Boyce families, the members of the James Street Methodist Church, the Doctors and Nurses of Brandford Taitt Polyclinic and many others

The funeral of Dorothy Elmina Robinson nee Armstrong leaves the Belmont Funeral Home, Belmont Road, St. Michael on Saturday, 06th October, 2018 at 8:30 a.m. for the James Street Methodist Church where relatives and friends are asked to meet at 10:00 a.m. for the service. The funeral will then proceed to the Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens, The Ridge, Christ Church for the interment.

The organist and members of the choir are asked to attend.

Flowers may be sent to the Belmont Funeral Home no later than 8:00 a.m. on Saturday.

Tributes will commence at 9:30 a.m. until the start of the service.

Viewing of the body will take place at the Belmont Funeral Home from 3:30 p.m. until 5:30 p.m. on Friday.

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