Mass of The Resurrection
Celebrant
The Most Rev. Dr. The Honourable Howard Gregory, O.J. Archbishop of the West Indies, Primate and Metropolitan and Bishop of Jamaica & the Cayman Islands
Concelebrant
The Rt. Rev. Leon Golding Suffragan Bishop of Montego Bay
The Rt. Rev. Garth Minott Suffragan Bishop of Kingston
Officiating Clergy
The Rev. Canon Lt. Col. The Honourable Hartley Perrin, C.D. Rector, Custos Rotulorum of Westmoreland
The Very Rev. Canon Collin Reid
The Rev. Carol Haughton Clergy of the Region of Montego Bay
Organist
Dr. Daphne Johnson
Order of the Liturgy
MUSICAL PRELUDE
TRIBUTE
On behalf of the family
TRIBUTE
On behalf of the Church
TRIBUTE
On behalf of the community
REMEMBRANCE
Entrance Hymn: 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,
With 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
Mrs. Phyllis Lowe (Daughter)
Mrs. Edna Woodbine/Mrs. Elaine Smith
Mrs. Sharon Coote Pinnock
Miss Annette Taylor-Spence (Granddaughter)
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; Mek we walk-a-down there. (Chorus)
Enter into Jerusalem, let us go to God’s house, With yu papa and yu mama, With yu uncle and yu 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. (Chorus)
Reception
of The Body
Priest: With faith in Jesus Christ, we receive the body of our sister Iris for burial. Our sister Iris was washed in Holy Baptism and anointed with the Holy Spirit. Let us therefore, with confidence, pray to God our Heavenly Father the giver of life, that He will raise her to perfection in the company of the Saints
Priest: The Lord be with you.
All: And also with you.
Priest: Let us pray.
O God of grace and glory, we remember before you this day our sister Iris. We thank you for giving her to us, her family and friends, to know and love as a companion on our earthly pilgrimage. In your boundless compassion, console us who mourn. Give us faith to see in death the gate of eternal life, so that in quiet confidence we may continue our course on earth, until, by your call, we are reunited with those who have gone before; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
All: Amen Sentences
Collect 1st Reading: Isaiah 61:1-3 Dr. Kemar Clarke (Great grandson)
PSALM 23: The Lord’s My Shepherd (Crimond)
1. The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by.
2. My soul He doth restore again And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness E’en for His own name’s sake.
3. Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale Yet will I fear no ill; For Thou art with me, and Thy rod And staff me comfort still.
4. My table Thou has furnished me In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint And my cup overflows.
5. Goodness and mercy all my days Shall surely follow me; And in God’s house forevermore My dwelling place shall be.
2nd Reading: 2 Corinthians 4:16-5:9 Miss Shannon Vassel-Hendricks (Granddaughter)
Hymn: O Love that Wilt not Let me Go
1. O Love, that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine Ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be.
2. O Light, that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to Thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day May brighter, fairer be.
3. O Joy, that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be
4. O Cross, that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from Thee; I lay in dust life’s glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be.
The Gospel: St. John 10:11-16
The Rev. Carol Haughton
Sermon Archbishop Howard Gregory
The Apostles’ Creed
Priest: In the assurance of eternal life given at Baptism, let us proclaim our faith and say:
All: I believe in God, the Father Almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended to the dead. On the third day He rose again. He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. He will come again to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy catholic church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting. Amen.
The Prayers of The People
Leader:
For our sister Iris, let us pray to the Lord Christ who said “I am Resurrection and I am Life”.
Lord, you consoled Martha and Mary in their distress; draw near to us who mourn for Iris and dry the tears of those who weep.
All: Hear us, Lord.
Leader: You wept at the grave of Lazarus, your friend, comfort us in our sorrow.
All: Hear us, Lord.
Leader: You raised the dead to life: Raise our sister Iris to eternal life.
All: Hear us, Lord.
Leader: You promised paradise to the thief who repented; bring our sister Iris to the joys of heaven.
All: Hear us, Lord.
Leader: Our sister Iris was washed in Baptism and anointed with the Holy Spirit; give her fellow ship with all your saints.
All: Hear us, Lord.
Leader: Our sister Iris was nourished with Your Body and Blood; grant her a place at the table in your Heavenly Kingdom.
All: Hear us, Lord.
Leader: Comfort us in our sorrows at the death of our sister Iris. Let our faith be our consolation and eternal life our hope.
All: Amen.
PRESIDENT: Let us pray.
Offertory Hymns
(At the request of the family, an offering will be accepted for the St. Peter’s Mothers Union Ministry)
All Things Bright And Beautiful
Refrain:
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
1.Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings. (Refrain)
2.The purple headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset and the morning, That brightens up the sky. (Refrain)
3.The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. (Refrain)
4.The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water, We gather every day. (Refrain)
5.He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell, How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. (Refrain)
When Peace Like A River
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll: Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul
Refrain: It is well, it is well, With my soul, with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
The Presentation of The Offerings
And has shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin – oh the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin – not in part, but the whole: Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so – it is well with my soul.
All: Father, we offer you these gifts which you have given us: this bread, this wine, this money. With them we offer ourselves, our lives, and our work, to become through your Holy Spirit a reasonable, holy, and lively sacrifice. As this bread and wine be come the Body and Blood of Christ, so may we and all your people become channels of your love; through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.
The Eucharistic Prayer
Priest: The Lord be with you.
All: And also with you.
Priest: Lift up your hearts.
All: We lift them up to the Lord.
Priest: Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.
All: It is right to give God thanks and praise.
PRESIDENT: It is right, and a good and joyful thing, always and everywhere to give you thanks, Father almighty, everlasting God.
Through Jesus Christ our Lord; who rose victorious from the dead, and comforts us with the blessed hope of life eternal. For to your faithful people, O Lord, life is changed, not ended; and when our mortal body lies in death, there is prepared for us a dwelling place eternal in the heavens.
Therefore, we praise you, joining our voices with angels and archangels and with all the company of heaven, who forever sing this hymn to proclaim the glory of your name,
All: Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of power and might; Heaven and earth are full of your glory Hosanna in the highest. Blessed is He who comes In the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest.
PRESIDENT: Holy and gracious Father…………………………Do this, whenever you drink it for the remembrance of me.
All: Christ Jesus is Lord. He has set us free from the law of sin and death: In His name alone is our salvation
PRESIDENT: Father, calling to mind the death your Son endured……………………we worship you Father Almighty, with all who stand before you in earth and heaven, in songs of everlasting praise;
All: Blessing and honour and glory and power be yours for ever and ever. Amen.
PRESIDENT: As our Saviour has taught us, so we pray.
The Lord’s Prayer
All: Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your Name; your kingdom come; your will be done on earth as in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Save us from the time of trial and deliver us from evil. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours now and forever. Amen.
The Agnus Dei
Lamb of God − You take away the sins of the world. Grant her rest.
Lamb of God − You take away the sins of the world. Grant her rest.
Lamb of God − You take away the sins of the world. Grant her rest eternal.
The Invitation
PRESIDENT: My brothers and sisters in Christ, draw near and receive His Body which He gave for you, and His Blood, which He shed for you. Remember that He died for you, and feed on Him in your hearts by faith with thanksgiving.
All: Grant gracious Lord, that we so eat the flesh of your dear Son, Jesus Christ, and drink His blood, that we may evermore dwell in Him and He in us. Amen.
The Communion of The Faithful
Hymns During Communion
Faithful Shepherd, Feed Me
1. Faithful Shepherd, feed me In the pastures green; Faithful Shepherd, lead me Where thy steps are seen.
2. Hold me fast, and guide me In the narrow way; So, with thee beside me, I shall never stray.
3. Daily bring me nearer To the heavenly shore; Make my faith grow clearer May I love thee more.
4. Hallow every pleasure, Every gift and pain; Be thyself my treasure, Though none else I gain.
5. Day by day prepare me As thou seest best, Then let angels bear me To thy promised rest.
I Am The Bread of Life
1. I am the bread of life; They who come to me shall not hunger; They who believe in me shall not thirst. No one can come to me unless the Father draw him.
Refrain: And I will raise them up, And I will raise them up, And I will raise them up on the last day.
2. The bread that I will give Is my flesh For the life of the world, And they who eat of this bread, They shall live for ever, (Refrain)
3. Unless you eat of the flesh of the Son of Man And drink of His blood, You shall not have life within you. You shall not have life within you. (Refrain)
4. I am the resurrection, I am the life, They who believe in me Even if they die, They shall live for ever. (Refrain)
5. Yes, Lord, we believe That you are the Christ, The Son of God Who has come into the world. (Refrain)
Post Communion Prayer
All:
Almighty God, we thank you that in Your great love You have fed us with the spiritual food and drink of the body and blood of your Son Jesus Christ, and have given us a foretaste of your heavenly banquet. Grant that this Sacrament may be to us a comfort in affliction, and a pledge of our inheritance in that Kingdom where there is no death, neither sorrow nor crying, but the fullness of joy with all your saints, through Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Amen.
Selection: On Eagles Wings
The Commendation
Priest: Give rest, O Christ, to your servant with your saints.
Mr. Mark Clarke
All: Where sorrow and pain are no more, neither sighing, but life everlasting.
Priest: You only are immortal, the Creator and Maker of mankind; and we are mortal, formed of the earth, and to earth shall we return. For so did You ordain when you created me, saying, “You are dust, and to dust you shall return”. All of us go down to the dust; yet even at the grave we make our song: Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
All: Give rest, O Christ to your servant with your saints, where sorrow and pain are no more, neither sighing, but life everlasting.
Priest: Let us commend our sister Iris to the mercy of God our Maker and Redeemer. Deliver your servant Iris O Sovereign Lord Christ, from all evil, and set her free from every bond, that she may rest with all your saints in the eternal habitation where with the Father and the Holy Spirit you live and reign, one God for ever and ever.
All: Amen.
Priest: Into your hands, O merciful Saviour, we commend your servant Iris. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech You, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of Your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive her into the arms of your mercy, in the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light.
All: Amen.
Priest: Into paradise may the angels lead you. At your coming may the Martyrs receive you, and bring you into the Holy City Jerusalem.
Priest: Let us go forth in the name of Christ.
All: Thanks be to God.
Nunc Dimittis
Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace: according to thy word. For mine eyes have seen: thy salvation; Which thou hast prepared: before the face of all people; To be a light to lighten the Gentiles: and to be the glory of thy people Israel.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost; as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen.
Selection: May the Angels lead you into Paradise
Acknowledgements
Mr. Mark Clarke
Mr. Quemar Rhoden
(Grandson-in-law)
Recessional Hymn: Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
1. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; he hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; his truth is marching on.
Refrain:
Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
2. I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps, they have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; his day is marching on. (Refrain)
Dr. Michael Brown (Grandson)
Mr. Mel Brown Jr. (Grandson)
Mr. David Brown (Grandson)
3. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; he is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat; O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. (Refrain)
4. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, with a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; as he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, while God is marching on.
(Refrain)
5. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, he is wisdom to the mighty, he is honor to the brave; so the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of wrong his slave. Our God is marching on. (Refrain)
Pall Bearers
Mr. Bryan Randall (Grandson)
Mr. Noel Randall (Grandson)
Mr. Sean Hendricks (Grandson)
Tribute
To Our Mother
Whenever someone influential passes away, I ask myself “what legacy will they have on our lives?”
Death is usually seen as the end. Those of us left behind are in pain as we mourn the loss, but I am at peace. My mother lived a good life, 105 years, she did everything for me, and gave up a lot, for me. Did I do enough for her? I want to think so, but somehow I think I could have done more. How could I have done enough for someone who gave so much?
Rest in peace and rise in glory! Love always. Yvonne (Blossom)
Mother, I knew this day would come and although I expected it, the pain is real and profound; there is a void in my life. You were selfless, you mothered your biological children and yet you had enough love to embrace family, friends, neighbours and the needy in this community. You were my rock, I depended on your encouragement and support when facing difficult challenges in my life and so I am celebrating your life, I will not mourn. I release you into His everlasting arms, confident of a life well-lived, that you are in Paradise with Him and embrace the good examples you established as the way for us to follow. I hold dear the good memories which will remain with me to comfort me as I grapple with not having you physically in my life.
There will never be another Mama Iris. Evermore, lovingly - Christine.
Mama Iris, I have learned so much from you, and the lessons learned have helped me in raising my two children and because of that I thank you. I love you forever, for nurturing me in the church and always being there for me in all the ways that you could.
May your soul rest in peace! Love, Nesta.
I met Miss Iris when I was about seven years old when she would bring my brother Wilton and sister Delores to visit our paternal grandmother when I was also visiting. In 1952, she helped me to secure a job at Petersfield School and I lived with her and Maas Dudley until I went to Shortwood Teacher’s College in 1954. She aways treated me like a daughter and not a stepdaughter. When I was leaving for college, they provided me with pocket money.
Death leaves sounds no one can hear. Time may pass and fade away, but memories of our dear Miss Iris will always stay.
I - Intelligent
R - Responsible
I- Interesting
S- Special
Mama Iris has made a lasting impact on all our lives. May her soul rest in eternal peace.
Love – Phyllis.
Our Queen
From her 21 subjects – her grandchildren
Grandparents get to parent from the position of not being the primary caregiver and are therefore more relaxed and flexible. For those of us, grandchildren who Mama raised, that was not our experience, we got the firm disciplinarian and the doting, spoiling grandmother in one package. Mama was the best of the best. We are who we are because of the values she instilled and the sometimes painful discipline. We are also self-assured and confident because of the love that we were surrounded by.
Mama has been a confidant and an encourager. She had an uncanny way of making each person feel special. She always tried to avoid us getting her in any mix up about who was favorite but rather, she would respond by saying “all a unuh a mi favorite.” She is our hero, our role model, and the wind beneath our wings. There is a gaping void in our lives and our family that will now have to be filled with precious memories, of which we have numerous.
The five soldiers – Mikey, Bryan, Noel, Junior and David remember dodging her watchful eye to run out to the gate, on instructions from Papa Duds, to go on adventures in the truck. They would look back and see Mama standing on the verandah with arms folded and a stern look on her face, but there was always a treat waiting upon return.
Grandma was the root as we knew it, setting the foundation for what was possible for her lineage. She was the definitive waymaker for her children—creating opportunities and a nurturing safe space that also directly benefited her grandchildren and the generations following. Collectively we thank her for pouring into our parents so that they could pour into us and are thankful for all the lessons that have been passed down to us.
Like an evergreen tree, Grandma was always there, always consistent in who she was. She was an impenetrable secret keeper, ever the peace maker and voice of reason. She always told us to “do all the good you can, for all you can, whenever you can”, without the condition of reciprocity. As a greatest generationer, she had a way to explain in code. Shannon remembers that as an inquisitive child, when Grandma couldn’t directly answer an enquiry, she would say that “the greatest batsman cannot bat every ball; he must miss some.”
We will miss her stories, we will always remember her sharp unfiltered tongue, her amazing sense of humor, her love which felt like the warmest blanket or a delicious pastry treat, and her amazing ability to recite century-old poetry without notice. We are all so grateful God carried her into the era of smartphones where we now have visual reminders of how extraordinary she was. Sleep sweetly, Grandma, Mama Iris, Mama. May your soul delight with the angels gone on before.
While the world was engaged in the first World War (WWl), and the island of Jamaica was engaged in another type of war against the Spanish Flu, IRIS MAUD RUDDOCK was born in the district of Shrewsbury, Westmoreland, on Friday, October 18, 1918, to Rebecca Blake and Arthur Franklyn Ruddock of Roaring River, Westmoreland. She had six siblings, her father’s children; Clarice Muir, Jane Ruddock, Hazel Darling, Lourie Ruddock, Robert (Robbie) Ruddock and Johnny Ruddock. All but Johnny preceded her in death.
Miss Iris is a true daughter of Westmoreland as she spent almost all of her 105 years as a resident of the parish. Most of those years were spent in Petersfield and later in Carawina. As a child, she was raised by a single mother who was plagued with illness at an early age which led her grandmother to take up the responsibility for her care. The challenges faced by both caregivers instilled the discipline of hard work which became the hallmark of her family and professional lives.
Iris attended Petersfield Primary School where she was a dedicated student, obedient, respectful, and consumed with a passion for poetry and the performing arts. She learned to sew, and this became the first means by which she made a living.
Miss Iris had biological children and those who love drew into her circle; son - Wilton (deceased) and daughters –Gloria (deceased), Phyllis, Delores (deceased), Yvonne, Christine and Nesta. In her second round of motherhood, she raised four grandchildren and other grandchildren and great-grandchildren have been privileged to be under her loving care and guidance. When her biological children were young, Miss Iris gave up her dream of a nursing career to care for them. This, however, did not quench her drive for hard work or extinguish her flame for service.
After the loss of her first husband, Charles Taylor, she later married James ‘Dudley’ Vassel and together they devoted themselves to the discipline of hard work as entrepreneurs (grocery/bar, trucking business), farmers, and butchers.
Miss Iris did not shun responsibility. From caring for the home, her children and grandchildren who she raised; the financial and organizational skills of a trucking business; to the manual labor involved in her other business endeavors, she set the example of an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay. Throughout her life and in all her business ventures, Miss Iris was known for her honesty and compassion.
Many families were beneficiaries of Miss Iris’ benevolence when as a butcher she would “add a little something” to their weekly beef purchase. As a cane farmer, she provided employment for locals and helped other individuals to provide for their families. While she worked diligently outside the home, she was equally industrious at home. Her love extended beyond her immediate family as the home was open to extended family, friends, and children who needed someone to provide and care for them. Many children and families in the community have received lunch money, homemade treats, and words of wisdom as she embraced them under her care.
Miss Iris was a devout Christian and a faithful member of the St. Peter’s Anglican Church, Petersfield. At her passing she was the oldest member. Over the years she has served on the Church Committee, participated in dramatic presentations, and at the time of her passing was still an active member of the Mothers Union. In September 2019, her service to the Mother’s Union was recognized at a grand event at the Jamaica Pegasus Hotel. The worldwide president of the Mother’s Union, Mrs. Sheran Harper, acknowledged and awarded her for being the oldest active Mother’s Union member in the Diocese of Jamaica. She has supported the church financially in her freewill offering and support of the annual rallies, physically by offering her time, and spiritually by instilling Godly standards in her family who have in turn given service to the church. St. Peter’s and the church family were integral parts of her life.
On June 29, 2018, Iris Maud Vassell was one of the honorees at a Gala Homecoming Banquet hosted by St. Peter’s Anglican Church. She was recognized for service to the community. As the history of Petersfield is being written, Iris Maud Vassell will be indelibly etched in the records. This is not only for having attained the milestone of 105 years, through the grace of God, but for her example of labor, love, and loyalty which will remain as a beacon of light for many generations.
Mama Iris
Through the lens of her children and grandchildren.
It has often been said of individuals that to know them is to love them. Mama Iris took that saying to another level… I can say with confidence that to KNOW OF Mama is to love her. There are many who claim her as their mother and grandmother who are connected to her children and grandchildren. Some of these individuals have never met her personally. Such is the power of her endearing personality, her wit, her charm, and her ability to pull people into her circle of love.
Lessons We Learned
Service to God & Faith in His Power; Discipline; Calm Spirited; Confidential; Peaceful; Hard-working; Witty; Commitment.
If you were privileged to know the matriarch of this family, you would have interacted with someone who dedicated her life to a relationship with Jesus Christ. She raised her children to know and serve God and to be loyal to the work of the Lord. This was an important legacy that was handed down to us. When we were young there was never a question whether we were going to church. When the church bell began to peal on a Sunday morning, we had better head out on our FOOT MOBILE to take the journey in the hot morning sun to church. She led by example… we watched her, and we learnt that God was to be a central focus of our lives. When she was involved in a terrible motor vehicle accident in the early 70’s, Mama displayed unwavering faith in God’s ability to heal her and allow her to walk again despite the prognosis. She not only walked then but continued to do so until the Wednesday night before her transition.
Mama was disciplined and she was a firm disciplinarian. Usually, a look was all it took but if it needed more than that she was not afraid, even with her small frame, to apply the ‘rod of correction.’ She was not one to argue, preferring instead to display a calm spirit by reciting poems or singing songs. Mama was not a gossiper or a tell-tale. If she had to share something, it was always “a little birdie” who told her. She would never disclose names. We firmly believe that “the little birdie” was who she communicated with the most and he is full of all her secrets. Her grandson David is on a mission to find and capture that “little birdie.”
We can’t recall the name, Iris Maud Vassell, being in any mix up or cass cass. She had a peaceful spirit, and she was a peacemaker. She would rather close her lips and hum than open her mouth and create conflict.
From humble beginnings in Petersfield, we moved to the family home in Carawina and learned that with added blessing came added responsibility. Mama’s home was fun; it overflowed with love, food was always provided… if there was lack we did not know, but there was also hard work. The same big yard that we played in, with the sprawling breadfruit tree that provided food, also shed numerous leaves and swords that we had to pick up constantly. Outside had to be as well-kept as inside. We learned that, as Mama would say, “hard work never killed anybody.”
Under Mama’s tutelage we experienced everything to do with farming - from watching or milking the cows to drinking the milk, (which some of us hated), and planting corn and enjoying a hearty meal from the food cooked during those times of sowing and reaping. When Friday came, we even got to watch Mass Norman or Bowie slaughter the cow and then we would get a ride in the horse-drawn cart to the ‘beef shop’ for the weekend sales. There we saw her business skills displayed but also her generosity. She knew which customer needed an extra half pound of beef over and above what they could pay for. We watched and we learned.
We learned the entire cane farming process from planting the cane tops, to dropping the fertilizer, to reaping time. Christmas time was not only fun and games; there was pimento to be picked and the ice cream bucket to be turned manually to churn ice cream for the home. Not to mention creaming butter and sugar by hand to make the Christmas cakes. We learned to work inside the house as well as outside and all these activities molded us. We had no time to be bored… that word was not in our vocabulary.
Mama taught us to be industrious. She always did “whatever her hands found to do” and found a way to accomplish any and every task. On any given day, her primary mode of transportation was her lady’s wheel bicycle, which she rode until she was 80 years old. She could be found riding the bicycle to do her many business ventures, including, as a butcher, searching for the cow to be slaughtered each week. A talented seamstress, mama was often seen sitting by the Singer sewing machine, near to the back door, pedaling away as she created another masterpiece. For those of us who grew up with her, it was not uncommon to need a dress tomorrow and watch mama up all day and evening sewing it just in time. As long as that Singer sewing machine could be pedaled, (which was always), and there was a piece of fabric, we were never out of “new clothes.”
Mama was a constant in our lives. It was always entertaining to hear the latest anecdote, to listen as she gave advice to one of the ‘young ones’, to converse with her about the early years or be mesmerized as she recited poems she learned in primary school. Mama was simply phenomenal. Her wit and sharp tongue got ‘freer’ as she got older, and we learned to accept anything she said as she had no filter – it was the privilege of old age. Moments spent with her became timeless treasures as she poured into us in serious moments, and we rolled in laughter at other times. It will be difficult to think of life without her. I believe we had gotten to the point of feeling she was preserved and would always be here.
Mama taught us how to be in place… be in position… to be a rock in a sure place. She was dependable; always committed to whatever she started out doing. We saw that displayed in how she worked at church. Whether it was serving on the church committee or cleaning the church, her level of dedication did not waver. Her family was the beneficiary of her total commitment. We saw her loyalty and dedication as a wife. She demonstrated patience, tolerance and self-sacrificial love for children and grandchildren. Her commitment to us and her acts of service are too numerous to mention but are etched in our memory and will guide our actions forever.
The End of An Era
While we knew this day would come, we could not conceive of the how, when, where or what. How would the end play out? When would it be… at which milestone – the 75th, the 90th, the 100th or the 105th? When and where would this life-changing event take place? Could we script it? Could we plan to gather at the bedside and say our individual and collective goodbyes? What would we feel and what would life be like after? In the end, the end was between Mama and her savior.
At midnight on Friday, January 5, 2024, God called His child Iris home to eternal rest. No fanfare, no prolonged goodbyes, nothing we imagined or even desired. She went home to be with the Lord after 105 years, 2 months, 2 weeks and 4 days. She died the way she lived… in peace and in communion with her savior. Mama had a midnight call on the 5th that transitioned her from earth to eternity, but we have a blessed hope about another midnight. Our hope and confidence is that when that final midnight cry is made, when Jesus steps down from the cloud to call His children, when the dead in Christ shall rise… Iris Maud Vassel will be among those who will hear the call and be in that resurrection throng.
Until we meet again on that resurrection morning, Mama Iris has left us to reflect, reminisce, and rejoice. Continuing the legacy are daughters – Phyllis Lowe, Yvonne (Blossom) Taylor, Christine Vassel Davidson and Nesta Vassel; brother - Johnny Ruddock; twenty-one grandchildren, great grandchildren and generations following. She will live through us as we display and impart all that she has taught us. Also impacted by her life and death are extended family members, church family, and members of the community.
Yes, we grieve much because we loved much. We grieve in spite of and because of her many years of life as she was a fixture in our lives and the glue that held us together. We reflect on her life and the beautiful memories. We reminisce on the journey and all that she imparted to us. We grieve but not without hope and so we rejoice in that hope and give thanks to God for the time He gave her to us.
Iris Maud Vassell, Mummy, Mama, Mama Iris, Grandma… We believe at your personal midnight call it was said “You have fought a good fight, you have finished the course, you have kept the faith…” Our hope is that ‘Rest in Jesus’ is your reward.
This is indeed the end of an era but it will never be the end of your impact.
We loved you in life and in death we love you still.
Generational
INFLUENCE
Our great grandmother was instrumental in our childhood and even more meaningful in our adulthood. We have many memories of Mama Iris; many of them documented thanks to the smartphone era we are in. We are blessed. Not many people get to say that they know and have a relationship with their great grandmother. We can say that, and we are forever grateful. Here are some memories from some of Mama’s great grands.
Mama would always greet me with a smile. I will always remember our little talks when she was down here in Montreal. I was lucky to be able to see her on video chat almost every day. She will be forever in my heart. My dearest great grandmother, I will love and miss you always. Tanisha (Bryan - Blossom)
I feel so lucky to have had many special moments with my great grandma during my childhood, especially. She would walk us to school, cook amazing food, play games, and was always ready to have insightful conversations and share her wisdom. She’ll always be a legend to me. Kemba (Sandra - Delores)
My favorite memory of Mama Iris was last year when she gave my wife, Shante, and I invaluable wisdom on how to honor God in our marriage and daily lives.
Kemar & Shante (Sandra - Delores)
Mama Iris always had a smile on her face when we visited. First thing she always asked us was “how unuh do?” Munashe & Tinashe (Mel Jr. – Delores)
What I loved about Mama Iris is how soft and jiggly her arms looked. I was even surprised I had a great grandma that was born 1918. Love you Mama Iris.
Skyler-Mel (Mel Jr. – Delores)
Mama Iris was the epitome of strength and wisdom. I am grateful for her time in Florida as it allowed me to get to know her better. I’ll never forget all the stories, advice, and the fry dumpling! Jhanelle (Mel Jr. – Delores)
I’m grateful and count it a privilege to have had Mama Iris in my life for such a long time. I appreciate all the wisdom she has passed down through her storytelling and the positive representation she is to our family. She was the greatest to ever do it.
Orville (Annette - Delores)
Our earliest memory was surprising Grandma for her 75th birthday and realizing what an inspirational, strong woman she was - a real queen/head of the family. Her dancing to ‘We are Family’ at her 100th birthday and amazingly reciting Bible readings and poems from memory at 100 years old on the way back from Ricks Cafe! (If I’m still able to go to Ricks Cafe at 100 years old I’ll be one happy woman!)
Nikki & Jason (Debbie – Wilton)
I’ll always cherish the life lessons Mama blessed me with. She taught me a lot. Everybody knows my favorite memory is coming home from school to the best fried dumplings and fried chicken. Melik (Mel Jr. – Delores)
I loved when my grandma Iris visited us in Canada and shared memories with us about Dad when he was a child. I always looked forward to her tamarind balls. I will forever proudly wear her necklace she gave to me. Love you Grandma and I will keep your memories in my heart forever. Shayna (Noel – Blossom)
It was very nice meeting Mama Iris. We had fun. We enjoyed asking her about her childhood and hearing her recite poems too. Taneyah & Jordan (Mikey – Delores)
I always remember my grandma sending me encouraging letters and would oftentimes put a little money in the letter. My parents would let me know as a toddler while living with her, after I had something to eat, I would look for Grandma Iris and wipe my hands and mouth in her dress...which I find funny all the time. I will always keep her memories in my heart. Shamari (Noel – Blossom)
My favorite memory of Mama would be her 101st birthday. She was in Maryland, and we were all at Shannon’s house for the celebration. She was dancing and just enjoying her time with us. Mikhail (Mikey – Delores)
Mama visited me in my classroom in 2016. I was 26 years old and doing what God called me to do - teach. To have my great grandmother in that space with me and express how proud of me she was meant the world to me. As Mama is known to do, she shared words of wisdom with me and recited one of the many poems she holds dear. As her hands rubbed my cheek, she ended the poem with… “God, be kind to the little girl who is somebody’s pride and joy.” Peta-Gaye (Annette – Delores)
We are all Mama’s pride and joy. We brag differently! We brag with pride! We get to say we knew and experienced our great grandmother in all her glory. We will miss her. A world without Mama is almost unimaginable. However, we will always feel her spirit because of the enormous wave that she has left behind. Generations to come will know about her because we will forever sing her praises! We love you forever and always, Mama! Who’s going to make the fry dumpling as good as her now?
Reflections from all her great grandchildren
Here’s a little ‘brawta’ from Mama’s youngest great grandchild
While watching an animated Disney movie, he kept pointing to the character above and shouted “Iris, Iris, Iris.” In Nyle’s eyes every old person with white hair is his Grandma Iris.
Nyle (Shannon – Christine)
Never Give Up
Written by Mama’s great great granddaughter Isla.
Hello! We are Mama Iris’ great great grands too!
We belong to Jhanelle who belongs to Mel Jr. who belongs to Delores who belongs to Mama Iris… and we have pictures to prove it!
We belong to Travice who belongs to Bryan who belongs to Blossom who belongs to Mama Iris… and we are also in!
Oh Mama!
Dwight (Gary) Forrester - Godson
Oh Mama Iris, how it seems like only yesterday, When you would watch, as we laughed and played. While we were molded steps away from your door, And our childhood was formed, it meant so much more.
Through life’s winding journey, you rode the way, A beacon of love, steadily, whether night or day. You believed in our dreams, like a celestial dove, In your hope, we found strength and unwavering love. Your wisdom so deep as the ocean’s embrace, And a belief that, casted many doubts to erase.
Through the seasons of life, you helped guide my way, Turning my shadows towards the sun’s gentle ray.
“Sytie, mi wi tek him”, echoes a bond unbroken, time can’t sever, Thank you, my dear godmother, my friend forever.
And in memory’s garden, where life’s journey reside, Here’s a tribute to you and Sytira, now forever by my side. I could hear you both like it was yesterday, The tremendous laughter, coming from across the way.
In the twilight of years so gracefully spun, A tale of love, highlighted by the setting sun.
Now you and Sytira are smiling above, Watching over us under God’s eternal love.
Though you’ve departed, your spirit remains, In the gentle rustle of leaves, and in memory’s veins. Through a love that transcends the earthly shore, My godmother and friend, in my heart, forevermore.
Gary could have been a statistic, another troubled and troublesome child who was allowed to fall by the wayside. When Mama Iris said to her friend “Mi wi tek him,” she committed to help to raise and influence him. Today, Gary is a retired Naval Officer and now works at the highest levels of the United States Government. Mama’s lessons to us included doing good whenever and to whoever we can. She led by example.
The End Of An Era
Written by Annette Taylor-Spence (Granddaughter)
@ 5:13 a.m. on January 5, 2024
You nurtured us… You provided for us
You cared for us… You loved us
There was never any doubt
No unanswered questions
Your love was unconditional
From childhood to our adult years
You were our rock and our safe place
Now here we are at the end... THE END OF AN ERA!
Reflecting on all the memories...
Lessons taught and lessons learnt
Times of disappointment And seasons of triumph
Lectures, anecdotes, stories, poems
Open rebukes that molded us
Whispered conversations never repeated
105 years to fulfill your purpose
Years spent communing with God...
An example to the clan
Years of sacrifice for family... That required nothing in return
Years of service to church and community
You led by example
We watched you... we learned from you
And we followed you
Oh, so small in body, yet such a big heart
So many roles in the home and without Seamstress, cane farmer, butcher and more Mama Iris to so many - known and unknown
Did you have enemies or ever got angry?
That we have no evidence to tell
As never a raised voice was heard
But a melodious song or an epic poem
Would calm any ruffled feathers
Today you left us at the midnight hour Responding to a call from your maker
Now we pause to celebrate your life
Giving thanks to God for his blessings...
A gift named Iris... a phenomenal woman
You touched our lives and left your mark
You have run the race and finished well
You have left footprints for us to follow
Memories we won’t forget
And a hope in Jesus that we cherish.
An era has ended, or so it seems
But the impact of your life will continue forever.
Mama’s Gift to You
Secrets to Longevity
• It begins with a relationship with God
• Hard work – it won’t kill you but it will mold you and it is free exercise
• Don’t quarrel with anyone – I saved a lot of energy that way
• Be a peacemaker – It is the less stressful way to live... I am always telling others “never mind”
• Give without counting the cost – it will transfer to generations that follow you
• Be fair to all – life has a way of paying you back whether good or evil
• My diet consisted of a lot of fish and beef all my life (Don’t listen to what people say about beef – Buy beef - let the butcher live!)
Food Quirks & Specialties
Condensed milk is incorporated into everything including bread, melon, and Pepsi.
Ever had my banana dumpling? Ask Shannon about it.
What about fried dumplings? All the children say it’s the best in the world but I have never tasted it from them so I don’t know if it will continue.
As for the yellow fried chicken… The great grandchildren in Florida used to request that one.
Not to mention the stewed country fowl… A Sunday staple with rice and peas; it’s beyond finger-licking good.
Pimento liqueur (Oh the many days I had the children picking pimento to make that liqueur– but they could not drink any).
Favorite Pastimes
Reading the Bible and the Daily Word; Reciting Poetry; Doing Word Search
(In her younger days, whenever Mama was upset she would recite poems or sing. As she got older, we are convinced she recited poems to show off her memory).
My Grandmother Used to Say...
Favorite Jamaican sayings from Mama’s generation… we heard them often.
1. A likkle birdie tell mi say…
Mama’s favorite when she is about to give information but making it clear that she is not going to divulge the source.
2. Fire de a musmus tail im tink a kool breeze.
Interpretation: Danger is lurking behind the child (musmus – mouse) and he thinks all is well and having a good time. (Usually told as a warning before a good ‘beating’)
3. Chicken merry, hawk de near.
Interpretation: While having fun, something is nearby to devour you. (A warning to happy children especially when they did not do some work they should have done – I guess the parent with the belt is the hawk.)
4. If you can’t hear you will feel.
Interpretation: If you don’t hear and obey, something will happen to cause you to feel the consequences of your actions. (Either a beating or some kind of unfortunate event).
5. See and blind, hear and deaf.
Interpretation: This is a call to stay out of other people’s “business”, or to be confidential. Whatever you see and hear, keep to yourself as if you were blind and deaf.
6. Don’t eat rice when it is hot.
Interpretation: If something upsets you wait until you are calmer before dealing with it.
7. A woman is like a piece of fine white linen, every spot can be seen; a man is like black cloth which does not show any stains.
Usually said as an exhortation to purity. It emphasizes the difference in individual impact and society’s reaction to each gender on issues of sexual immorality.
8. If you lie down with dogs, you will get up with fleas.
Interpretation: If you get intimately involved with those who are corrupt, what is affecting them will eventually rub off on you.
9. If you don’t go to fowl roost the fowl can’t filth on you.
Interpretation: If you don’t put yourself under someone’s influence, they cannot abuse you.
10. Water more than flour.
Interpretation: The situation is not coming together; the problems are more than the solutions.
Hymns At The Graveside
I Come To The Garden Alone
I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses; And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses.
Refrain And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing; And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. (Refrain)
I’d stay in the garden with Him Tho’ the night around me be falling; But He bids me go; through the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling. (Refrain)
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch; like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed!
The Lord hath promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise Than when we first begun.
Hymns At The Graveside
I’ll Fly Away
Some glad morning when this life is o’er, I’ll fly away;
To a home on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).
Chorus
I’ll fly away, Oh Glory
I’ll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away).
When the shadows of this life have gone, I’ll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away)
Chorus
Just a few more weary days and then, I’ll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end, I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away)
When The Saints Go Marching In
Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in, Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in, Lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marchin’ in.
And when the sun, begins to shine, And when the sun, begins to shine,
Oh, how I want to be in that number
When the sun begins to shine.
Oh, when the trumpet, sounds its call
Oh, when the trumpet, sounds its call, Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the trumpet sounds its call.
Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in, Oh, when the saints go marchin’ in, Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marchin’ in.
Acknowledgements
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Thank You
The family of Iris Vassell extends appreciation to all who have supported us during this season of loss. Your prayers, your kind expressions, and your gifts, have demonstrated your love for Mama Iris. You have been God’s hands outstretched and we are truly grateful for the support and love.
Special thanks to Miss Patsy, her caregiver of 8 years, for her dedicated and loving care. You were superb and we cannot thank you enough.
To the church members and friends of Christine who checked on Mama as needed – we appreciate the love and concern that you showed.
To the doctors who made house calls as she got older (yes, for Mama Iris, doctors still did house calls), especially to Dr. Samuel Longmore – as mama would say “May the Lord bless you for caring for this little old lady.”
Repast
Please join us at the repast for a time of fellowship as we refresh and reflect. Touch of Class
Hertford, Petersfield Westmoreland
Or Is It The End?
If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.
For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.
For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
But every man in his own order: Christ the firstfruits; afterward they that are Christ’s at his coming.
1 Corinthians 15:19-23
I love all of you… Continue the journey… Iris.