Walcott, Ian MacDonald
10 Jul

Walcott, Ian MacDonald

Published in OBITUARIES U - Z

Ian MacDonald Walcott, age 52, affectionately called “Bally”, of Briar Hall, Christ Church and formerly of Edey’s Village, Christ Church, former Groundsman of Harrison College, Son of Coraleen Walcott and the late Lincoln Pitt, Father of Ianna, Brother of Malcolm, Suzanette of Kentucky Fried Chicken, Carlos of Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Karen of Trimart Rendezvous, Marsha of Elegant Hotel and Kenroy, Uncle of Dave, Crystal, Dario, Janeil, Kimone, Kemar, Tiann and many others, Nephew of Michael, Anthony, Nigel, Owen, Collene, Sheryl, Ronald, Robert, Jackie and the Bourne family, Great Nephew of Merle, Rita, Valarie, Yvonne, Keith and Tyrone, Cousin of many, Relative of the Walcott, Cummins and Welch families, Friend of Sandra Mayers and many others..

A Service of Thanksgiving celebrating the life of Ian MacDonald Walcott will take place on Wednesday, July 04th, 2018 at 1:30 p.m. at New Testament Church of God, Cox Road, Christ Church, where relatives and friends are asked to meet. The cortege will then proceed to the Christ Church Cemetery for the interment.

Flowers may be delivered to St. George's Home for Funerals no later than 11:00 a.m. on Wednesday.

An offering will be collected for the church’s building fund.

Viewing of the body 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.

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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