Dad's Journey

Rudolph Leonardo Adams Sun Rise —August 25, 1920 Sun Set —February 12, 2015 Life Celebration—February 24, 2015

Beeston Hill Wesleyan Holiness Church Officiating: Rev. Dr. Eric Francis

Survivors Children Frank Adams, Gloria Marcus, Rita Reid, Roy Adams, Mazel Adams, Roger Adams, May Adams Cornwall, Brian Adams Grandchildren Michael, Jeanette, and Frank Adams, Frank and Theresa Greaux, Stacey Johannes, Hermina and Herman “Rudy” Marcus, Sharon Reed, Andrea Bush, Emery, Latisha, and Ray Adams, Candace and Oriel Cornwall Great-Grandchildren Anastasia and Herman Marcus, Stephanie Reed, Jaheem Sealey, Zareyah Joseph, Tishyla Thomas, Yadayyah and Yahsenah Leo Adopted Children and Grandchildren William “Papa” and Henna Roebuck Henna “Odie” Roebuck Galiber and William “Willito” Roebuck Sisters Adelia Norman and Florina Barnes Brothers-in-Law and Sisters-in-Law Arnold Barnes, Sr., Ilma and Florence Adams

Survivors Son-in-Law Herman Marcus Nieces and Nephews Joycelyn Adams, Eva Felix, Louise Lamb, Ellen and Claudette Schuster, Irma Green, Emlyn and Ada Adams, Denise Dyer, Robin Turnbull, Bernice Adams, Michelle Rivera, Yvonne Adams, Mellonie Smith, Corine Barnes, and Anna and Jacqueline Gordon Enjar Adams, Jr., Albert, Rexford, Franklyn Sr., Henry, and Allan Schuster, Kevin Adams, Gary Norman, Bruce and Valmy Adams, Arnold Barnes, Jr., and Vincent Gordon, Jr. Special Cousins and Families Gladys Thompson, Rubio Esannason, Angel “Compai” Encarnacion, Thompson, Harrigan, Tutein, Gerard, Solomon, Jackson, Hansen, Petersen, Simmonds, Howell, Canton, and Roebuck Families Special Friends Charles Smith, Marceline Steele, Delano King, Bobby MacKay

Pall Bearers Brian Adams, Herman “Rudy” Marcus, Oriel Cornwall, Allan Schuster, Lauritz Canton, and Darren Galloway

Honorary Pall Bearers Albert, Franklyn Sr., Rexford, Henry, and Franklyn Jr. Schuster, Rohelio Felix, William “Papa” Roebuck, Rubio Esannason, Angel “Compai”, Roberto “Belto”, Guillermo “Gigi”, and Idealfonso “Pancho” Encarnacion, Charles Smith, Delano King, Bobby MacKay, Gregory Francis and Charles Farrell

Order of Service Processional

Pastoral Team

Words of Consolation

Rev. Dr. Eric Francis

Hymn

Enter into Jerusalem

Invocation Solo

Congregation

Rev. Dr. Eric Francis I Can Only Imagine

Malcolm Evans

1st Scripture Reading Psalm 1

Sharon Reid

2nd Scripture Reading 2nd Timothy 6:6-8

Andrea Bush

Hymn

Congregation

When We All Get to Heaven

3rd Scripture Reading 1st Thessalonians 4:13-18

Latisha Thomas

Solo

Candace Cornwall

My Redeemer Lives

Eulogy

Judge Edgar Ross

Selection

Church Choir

Final Word

Rev. Dr. Eric Francis

Recessional Hymn

Soon and Very Soon

Congregation

Please remain seated as the family members leave the sanctuary.

Internment—Christiansted Cemetery

IN REMEMBRANCE Rudolph Leonardo Adams August 25, 1920 – February 12, 2015 Rudolph Leonardo Adams was born on August 25, 1920 to Alpheus Adams and Vivian Thompson at #2 Hospital Ground, which was owned by the Rohlsens and is the present location of the St. Croix Credit Bureau. He attended school in Gallows Bay. Every day after school, he stopped by both grandmothers, Rosamond Thompson and Ancilla Harrigan, who lived in Gallows Bay across the gut from each other. His maternal grandfather, Waldemar Thompson, already deceased, had worked for Mr. Pentheny in Green Cay and Solitude. His paternal grandfather, Joseph Adams, was a fisherman and Rudolph used to plait fish pots on the Bay with him.

To help his mother support his siblings, Rudy, as he was also called, and his brother Lucien left school to find work. At age 19, he began to ride horses for the Nelthropps and Armstrongs, earning $3 a week. He lived with them at Bethlehem New Works. At age 21, he and his brother Lucien entered the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) Camp in La Grande Princesse. They each earned $4 per month and their mother received $8 per month for each of them. The camp was closed at the beginning of World War II, but not before Rudolph met Beryl Eugenie Baumann when she came to sing at the camp with her church choir. At age 22, he married Beryl. Rudolph and Beryl had six children together -- Rita, Roy, Mazel, Roger, May, and Brian. Rudolph also had two children, Frank and Gloria, prior to meeting Beryl.

Rudy departed for New York on May 8, 1945, V-Day, to join brother Alberto. He arrived on Friday and began work on the following Monday. He lived with cousins, Maria Thompson and Evelyn Fabio, for six months before moving to 855 Home Street, Bronx, New York, where he lived until returning home to St. Croix in January 1968. He briefly lived at Estate Green Cay before putting down roots in La Grande Princess where his mother Vivian once lived and planted fruits trees that still bear fruit today. He worked at the Department of Housing, Parks and Recreation as a Maintenance Supervisor for 11 years before retiring.

In retirement, Rudy, also known to family and friends as Buck, dedicated his time to raising goats, doves, chickens, and geese and growing fruit trees with bountiful harvests. Every Saturday, he drove himself to the La Reine Farmers’ Market to socialize with other farmers and friends and every Sunday, his children and friends, would gather at his home to talk politics and reminisce about the good old days.

Up until the end at age 94, Buck had his wits about him. Even being hospitalized for those few days, he had the hospital staff and visitors in stitches with his humor. He lived a long and full life and now that he has departed from this realm, we pray that the Lord is ready for good OLE BUCK. Rest in Peace.

2015

Memories of The Heart Feel no guilt in laughter, He knows how much you care.

Feel no sorrow in a smile That he’s not here to share.

You cannot grieve forever, He would not want you to.

He’d hope that you would carry on The way you always do.

So talk about the good times And the ways you showed you cared.

The days you spent together, All the happiness you shared.

Let the memories surround you, A word someone may say Will suddenly recapture A time, an hour, a day.

That brings him back as clearly As though he were still here, And fills you with the feelings That he is always near.

For if you keep those memories You will never be apart And he will live forever Locked safe within your heart

TRIBUTES TO A GREAT MAN Daddy, We will always love you. Thanks for being a wonderful Dad. Will miss seeing you especially every Thursday.

Love Glory, Herman, Stacey, Hermina, and Rudy

My dad, Rudolph My dad was my hero, the most wonderful man I knew on Earth. My statement has always been “Jesus first, Daddy second and anybody else third”.

I “met” Daddy when he and Mommy sent for me (and my brother, Roy) to come to New York City from St. Croix. About five years had passed since they left St. Croix and I did not remember them.

Most of my memories of my preteen years are about how strict he was. My life was school and Sunday school.

From pre-teen on he became even more restrictive and I became more resentful, considering running away or moving out when I got older because he just would not let me do what I wanted to do. I wanted to hang out in the street and party like all the other kids. He laid down the law and that was that. But where are those kids now?

I got married at 19 and at last was free of my father’s restrictions. Daddy knew I was making a mistake, but decided it was time for me to learn the hard way. I entered the school of hard knocks.

Even as a married woman, when I was in his house I was still under his rules. When I had my own child, I used Daddy as a role model, but I couldn’t be quite as strict.

The older I got, the more wonderful he became. Two decades passed and the veil was lifted. I was much older and much wiser. I suddenly saw the genius of the man. I realized how much he had shielded and/or protected me from. Basically, he had saved my life when he laid the foundation of the woman I was to become.

I spent the rest of his life trying to show him how much I loved and appreciated him. I always told him I was grateful for the woman he had made me.

I rejoice at the blessing of Daddy’s life. He was such a good man. He was so loved. His was a beautiful life well spent. I thank God for him.

Rita Adams Reid

Dad Like an ocean swimmer, you took on the waves of misfortune and mischance, and always kept your determination to make your way safely to shore. Now you have breasted the last wave and arrived on Heaven’s coast where we know you have been greeted by our heavenly father. Your new place will very likely remind you of Princesse . . . with gentle breezes, farmers’ rain, fruit trees and lots of birds.

I send these mere words along to remind you that you will always be my hero, and have always been the wind beneath my wings. I salute you for the strength of your character and the gentleness of your soul.

You were a great father, friend, and confidante . . . a great “Dad”. “Hasta la vista” Dad. Until I see you again, “take care of yourself”.

Semper fidelis.

Roy

MY MEMORIES OF DAD MY PRE-TEEN YEARS I would look out of 5th floor walk-up apartment window to await Daddy's arrival home in the evenings. That was my cue to hide in one of two places for Daddy to try and find me. Why he never discovered I was behind his bedroom door or in the clothes hamper is a testament to his fun side.

Dad did not lose his hair to male pattern baldness or genetics. I bushed his hair every night. It's a wonder he had eyebrows left.

Many weekends the family would walk the 1.7 miles to the Bronx Zoo and the 1.7 miles back home. What a perfect learning environment and wonderful family picnic atmosphere that was in my child's eye! How many families today get in their exercises, gain knowledge, share a meal and have fun all in the same afternoon.

I would watch football and baseball with him. Boy, did he get rambunctious during the games; especially if his brothers were at the house.

I feared for his life when he would go to the Bowery in lower Manhattan to take pictures of the derelicts, but he explained to me he would give them a couple of dollars. Back then he was always taking pictures or making movies of people and places so it was funny in later years when he would laugh at us for taking pictures.

TEENAGE YEARS As I entered my teens, Dad became a strict disciplinarian and I tried to avoid the crazy man who told me I could not associate with the neighborhood boys and that he was going to choose my husband for me. Say what!

ADULT YEARS I enjoyed our talks on the telephone and when I would come to St. Croix. He was well read, cultivated his land with great success and loved his family and friends. All this was evident in our discussions.

As I matured, I realized he always wanted the best for us all. I loved sitting at his knee from my birth to his death and only hope to be a mini copy of Dad. The majestic example of a current day black warrior.

LOVE TO MY KING OF PRINCESS. Your Daughter, Mazel

To My Dad, Growing up a city kid from the Bronx, I had the best of both worlds. I was a YANKEE, but still a CRUCIAN. Going to school every day, we were told to speak properly. After school, once we got home, it was “Watch nuh mehson, yuh gah to do yuh homewuk, den yuh gah chores to do”. I never really knew what poor was, because even then, recycling was the in thing. Whatever couldn’t fit Roy anymore, became mine.

1968. Culture shock. The city boy was taken to what I considered the jungle. My new home St. Croix. Understand that I only knew the streets of New York. Today, I’m proud to call St. Croix, HOME. Over the years I grew to know and understand this man called BUCK by his peers. A private sort of man, but a very wise man. In a crowd of people, he was the life of the party.

Telling his jokes, and having people, literally looking to wet their pants.

Whenever I had a problem, you were always willing to lend an ear and offer advice.

Every Sunday, you, Roy and I would chat. Sometimes we would have others join us, but mostly it was just the three of us.

I’m going to really miss those jokes and the occasional cackling laughter. Most of all, I might not have told you enough times, “DAD, I LOVE YOU”

Missing you already.

Your Loving Son, Roger (BEPPO) BRONX BORN, CRUCIAN BRED

Well Buckee, You really stunned everybody. Everyone knows you to be good all your life. You get sick one day and start recovering so fast. We were thinking you coming home. I leave you doing so great that afternoon. Then get a call late that night telling me you turn for the worst. I’m going to miss our debates about politics, sports, animals, and life in general. But now you have gone to The Highest Region to Rest. Hail up Mommy and all our family and friends for me until it’s my turn to come and dwell with you all.

Brian

Remembering Sunday mornings Sunday morning, I rise ...

With expectations of seeing you, sharing your company with Roy and Roger, listening to stories and being entertained by your jokes. Your opinions were always straightforward and outspoken. I loved the one about your mother, Vivian Thompson, and the lifelong lessons she taught you and your siblings and the one about your great grandmother, Rosamond Thompson, whose “navel string bury ya”, you proudly acclaimed to that person on the receiving end, who will remain anonymous.

Sunday morning, I rise...

With expectations of listening to words of wisdom and lessons about counting my “real friends on one hand” and advice on living healthy – no drinking, no smoking, and no stressing – serving as a living model. Capturing your stories on audio about the years of your youth, CCC camp, how you met Mom, and how you became a jockey.

Sunday morning, I rise...

With 57 years on this earth; blessed to have my Father (and Mother) for so many years.

Feeling good about starting the best part of my birthday with you. Greeted with the most rare complaint that you “did not feel good”. Then, I watched you amazingly and dramatically reverse that illness and received the good news with anticipation of more Sunday mornings. Hidden from my eyes, my mind, my heart, and my soul was the unexpected setting of the sun on my future Sunday mornings.

Next Sunday morning, I will rise…

And look to the skies, rain or shine, with a cup of basil and soursop bush tea (from your hands), and bask in the warmth your love, your memory, your influence, and your strength…knowing that your spirit continues to live deep within my very being and will be continue to be my constant guide.

I love you and will miss you dearly.

Rest in Paradise with Mommy!

Your daughter, May

When I think of my grandpa, 3 things come to my mind…

McDonald’s That’s right. McDonald’s. I recall during my summer stays, when we were not enrolled in Boy’s Club, we would stay home during the day. We were around that “tween” age Stephanie is now. Grandpa would come home every day for lunch. But occasionally, I don’t recall if it was once a week or every other week (I clearly see now that it must have been “pay day”), he would bring us McDonald’s for lunch. We loved this treat. Yes, Brian and Andrea ate McDonald’s. I know this gesture was as special to Grandpa as it was to us. To this day if I have fast food I prefer McDonald’s.

Solitude Webster defines this as “a state or situation in which you are alone usually because you want to be.” Oh yeah, that’s Grandpa. He worked sun up till sun down and then reveled in his solitude. Solid like a rock. He has plenty friends and almost the entire island is his family.

But, he was comfortable just being in his own skin. Whether in his room listening to news/ sports radio or sitting on his carport. He was content, solid in himself. He didn’t have to say much but even without words you knew if he approved or disapproved. He pretty much passed this on to my mother and I dare say it is rubbing off on me.

The Yard at 42 La Grande Princess No offense to his children or gran… but his yard was his PRIDE. His goats and birds and I can even remember when there were geese and dogs. Let’s not forget the abundance and variety of trees and plants. And of course, the fruit! I won’t even try to name them all. But who could leave without being made to take some fruit? Did I mention the Iguana in the tree. This is Franklin’s favorite, he never misses an opportunity to tell our friends about “the Iguana in Shaye’s grandpa’s yard”, he has the picture to prove it. I don’t know what will become of this yard and the life it holds. But now that my grandpa has crossed over to the other side… I long for solitude in that very yard. There I will reminisce about the many summers that played a part in making me, Sharon Renee Reed.

Grandpa I still can't believe you are not here with us! You left us so fast! I just spoke with you the other day and of course you asked about my babies (my dogs) as you always did. :-).

I've told you how scared I was of you when I was child because you were so strict. Except when it came to getting something sweet. You never let me down with your stash. :-) Of course as an adult I am so grateful for your sternness. You save me from a lot of headaches. I don't even remember if I said thank you!!!

Love you always Gpa Andrea Renee Bush Blessed Love

I knew Grandpa as “Granpah.” That’s the only title I need for him. The man with no worries.

Peaceful as peaceful could be. The man who was with Grandma since forever. She is also a beautiful person.

Grandpa was the one to break out his wallet to give me and my friends a dollar or two every time I came by the house. Back when I was a teenager in the 80’s, a dollar meant a lot more than it does today. Gestures like that was only one of many he made often that showed how genuine he was. He was also a gentleman. A well respected one. I don’t see why he wouldn’t be “knighted” under different circumstances.

My sister and I would run around that jungle of a yard he had right behind him whenever we could, messing with things and staying thoroughly entertained by the animals and greenery.

Thinking back to it, over the years, I can’t think of any other friend of mine who had access to a peacock. Then I also recall watching television with him and thinking the sport of baseball only consisted of the Cubs and the Mets playing each other over and over.

It was always the coolest thing to see Grandpa, my dad and my uncles all chilling in the shade under the car port thingy talking about everything under the sun. I figured I had to earn me a seat there when I got older. When that time came, I was more than happy to sit and have a drink with Grandpa as a young adult and shoot the breeze. I’d like to think the “nice” side of me comes from grandpa albeit through my dad, but from Grandpa nonetheless. I intend to make him and Grandma proud of “Emery” through every good deed I do for as long as I can. May they both rest easy.

“Emery” (Adams)

You were known to everyone for your good company/conversations also for your plants & animals, everything about you was to love & miss, but unlike others as your granddaughter I was privileged to share a special bond with you filled with a lifetime of memories, I now understand the saying "god has a plan for everyone" in your last few days in the hospital we enjoyed great times as a family, we always greeted with a kiss, we talked about everything good/bad, you could always tell by my facial expression what was going on in my life. At your final moments as I kissed you, held your hands & cried, we was told you were slowly slipping away, I wasn't ready to let go but I did only because I knew you lived a good life & grandma Beryl needed her king home so God called on you. I'm mad/sad everything in one but i have no regrets of ever having you be a part of me, my kids, & husband life, we will love you today, tomorrow, & always.

R.I.P.- until we meet again in heavens gate Love always your granddaughter Latisha Adams Thomas, Jaheem Sealey, Zareyah Joseph, Tishylah Adams, Aljami Thomas

Grandpa.....I honestly can say there was none other like you. You will live on in my memories forever. From the yard with any fruit you want; just name it, to the geese, the goats, the chickens, the doves, the pigeons, and the parakeets. Right down to the Red Grout you always made when the guava tree start bearing. When we would come over we would say, "Grandpa how you doing?" and you would say, "I good man!" That indeed you were, a very good Man. You were strong, upright, and loyal. Just to mention a few of your well-defined characteristics that have left a lasting mark. I will miss my cards from Grandpa. And it saddens me that I did not get to see you and embrace you since I left home, but I am grateful that we were able to Skype. You lived a great life and I rejoice in your ascension, but words cannot express how much your presence will be missed. Love You Grandpa with all my heart and tell Grandma we say Hi! Love Candace

My Grandpa was the biggest man I have ever known. His strength as a man shined through my Mother, my Aunts and my Uncles. I have so many fond memories of Him. The way his yard would become a playground for my imagination and he would always appear to help me discover some new local fruit growing in His yard or allow me to feed His goats; how I loved exploring around his different farm animal pens. I always looked forward to the yearly family traditions where we would all meet at Him and Grandma's house to celebrate and enjoy family, at thanksgiving, I would sometimes try to wait until he ate to fix myself a plate to eat with Him; Grandpa always waited a while before grabbing his food, always thought it had to do with letting everyone get their share: He was always so generous to me. Growing up there wasn't really moments where I seen my Grandpa and he didn't hand me a dollar. There was never a year that went by where I didn't receive a Christmas and Birthday card with the usual token of love, words of wisdom and gift of cash. It is the little things in life and the big things that truly show you how much family and the ones you love mean to you and can teach you.

Grandpa was a living testament to putting family first, working hard caring for your community, treating yourself and others with honesty and integrity and truly living life wholesomely fulfilling life. I love everything about my Grandpa, often times I laugh to myself and think how much I look like him physically. Nothing but fond joyful memories fill my mind and heart for my Grandparents, they have now reuniting in Paradise.

Love them Always and Forever.

Love Orie

I remember memories of my grandfather from back when I was a little boy. I could always depend on him to cheer me up or work with animals. I remember him gathering us up as kids and telling us old stories out in the yard under the trees. I always loved to pop in and visit him and the family at his house. He would always be out in the yard doing work or tending to the animals. I was always amazed of the rifles that were in his house. I always wondered if I could play with them but I never asked him to (I was kind of scared to ask him) lol. Everytime I’d visit them they'd do that old grandparents sneak where they slip you money. But I'd give it all back and more to be able to spend one last day with him. If there was something we needed we could ask them. I have memories of him giving me snack foods and my grandmother giving me soups. The soups and snacks use to be the meal to me. The memories I have of him and my grandmother were and forever will be happy heart warming soul filling wonderful memories to me. REST IN PARADISE GRANDPA TILL WE MEET IN ZION. ONE LOVE FROM YOU GRANDSON RAY IVORY ADAMS (jah kulcha)

Rudolph Adams, my oldest brother, I shall always remember you as a very kind, caring and loving brother and uncle to my children. You were always ready to share. No one who visited you ever left empty-handed. You always had something to give. You had a sense of humor, and all my friends loved you because you always made them laugh. We shall miss you. Rest in peace!

Your Sister Adelia

A Message From 42A From the time we have known you, it’s been Uncle Buck Uncle Rudy was your name.

We’ve learned, we’ve laughed, our spirits were struck With love and harmony the same.

You’ve shared your life in so many ways Priceless --- as it is known.

We love you, we miss you, and we carry your torch As you join the rest at the throne…… ……..Brothers together again.

With loving memories to my brother, my brother-in-law, my uncle.

Rest in peace with love forever, Al, Flo, Michelle, Yvonne, Bruce, Valmy and Mellonie

Our beloved uncle was an icon - a man so full of life!

He will be greatly missed by all who were fortunate to have been touched by his kindness, humor, and love. We will be forever, eternally blessed to have had such a remarkable person in our lives!

The Adams Family - Ilma, Irma, Emlyn, Kevin, and Ada

You are and will always be the general of the Adams clan. I have always loved you and respected you. You influenced my life in ways that are priceless.

Rest in peace, Uncle Rudy, I love you.

Kevin Adams

My mornings will never be the same without you. I will miss our daily talks about goats and plants and life on St. Croix. I learned so much from you. Thank you for being like a father to me and Henna. You will forever be remembered in our hearts.

Rest in peace.

Papa, Henna, Willito and Odette

Uncle Rudy was a wise, insightful and keen gentleman. He had a way of interweaving truths for life in his many stories. As we would visit, he often had everyone in stitches over the tales of persons coming to claim mangoes they did not plant, or the geese guarding an intruder up a tree.

He was a master storyteller, a master farmer and a master interpreter of the future both of politics and life. He honored God, loved family, people, and life itself. He had a wonderful smile, a contagious laugh and a big heart of sharing and compassion. We will indeed miss his presence, but we will always remember his contagious spirit of joy. Let us all continue his legacy.

Love, Jacqueline Mae, Anna Marie and Vincent H. A. Gordon, Jr. Ph. D.

Donna M. Christensen Former Delegate to Congress and friend Christiansted, St. Croix U. S. Virgin Islands 00820 To the Family of Rudolph, "Buck" Adams: Even up to the night before no one could tell us that Mr. Adams didn't have a few more good years ahead of him. He was lively, alert, joking, talking politics and flirting up to the end.

My family and I offer sincere and heartfelt sympathy and our prayers to Rita, Roy, Mazel, Roger, May, Brian, Frank and Gloria and the entire family circle. Although I knew "Buck" - which I never called him- as far back as I can remember, and knew many of his children, I really got to know him well when I started running for office.

Arol Steele always made sure that he and Cheo were first stops as I set out on a campaign. Those visits were informative and always full of guidance which I valued. But I enjoyed the birthday parties most of all! He was always surrounded by family - those living away always home for the event—and close friends. Of course with everyone around he always "held court"!

Mr. Adams certainly lived through historical times and participated and contributed to them through the years. Although he, like many of his day, spent time in New York, St. Croix was always home. The afternoon before he left us he was regaling me with stories of old time V.I. Democratic Party politics. Gloria kept telling him he needed to rest and he would say that when everyone went home he would have plenty of time to rest and just kept on talking!

So now he has gone to his eternal rest and we will all miss him, but we have so many memories to warm our hearts and bring smiles to our lips. Those will stay with us forever.

He never kept still, now may he rest in peace in the Mansion prepared for him— until we meet again!

Sincerely,

Donna

ENTER INTO JERUSALEM Enter into Jerusalem, Let us go to God’s house With the healthy and the sick With the worker and the weak, Let us go to God’s house.

Enter into Jerusalem, Let us go to God’s house, Come and run with the wind, And the God who reigns in peace, Let us go to God’s house.

Chorus We go celebrate, we go celebrate, We go celebrate, O Israel!

Praise the name of the Lord on high, Praise his name in song.

Praise the Lord with a heav’nly song With a heav’nly song, with a heav’nly song Praise the Lord.

Chorus We go celebrate, we go celebrate, We go celebrate, O Israel!

Praise the name of the Lord on high, Praise his name in song.

Praise the Lord with a heav’nly song With a heav’nly song, with a heav’nly song Praise the Lord.

Enter into Jerusalem Let us go to God’s house, With your Papa and your Mama, With your Uncle and your Aunt, Let us go to God’s house.

Enter into Jerusalem, Let us go to God’s house, Run and catch the breeze With the God who reigns in peace, Let us go to God’s house.

Enter into Jerusalem Mek we walk-a-down there, With the young and the old, With the little and the large, Mek we walk-a-down there.

Enter into Jerusalem Mek we walk-a-down there, Swaying to the breeze With the God who reigns in peace,

Chorus We go celebrate, we go celebrate, We go celebrate, O Israel!

Praise the name of the Lord on high, Praise his name in song.

Praise the Lord with a heav’nly song With a heav’nly song, with a heav’nly song Praise the Lord.

Mek we walk-a-down there.

SOON AND VERY SOON Soon and very soon, We are going to see the King; Soon and very soon, We are going to see the King; Soon and very soon, We are going to see the King; Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

We’re going to see the King.

No more crying there, We are going to see the King; No more crying there, We are going to see the King; No more crying there, We are going to see the King; Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

We’re going to see the King.

No more dying there, We are going to see the King; No more dying there, We are going to see the King; No more dying there, We are going to see the King; Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

We’re going to see the King.

Our family would like to express our heartfelt thanks and appreciation to our extended family and our many friends, well wishers, and helpers. We have been comforted by your thoughts and prayers, cards, visits, flowers, and telephone calls.

May the Lord continue to bless each and every one of you.

Following the funeral service, the family wishes to retire quietly.

We thank you for your understanding.

Arrangements by: James Memorial Funeral Home, Inc. 6 AA La Grande Princesse—P.O. Box 224605 Christiansted, USVI 00822 340-778-8663