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This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved mother, Ena Palmer and her children. She was 75 years old, born on February 12, 1910, and passed away on December 19, 1985. We will remember you forever.
February 12
February 12
As her beloved grandson said, "If there is a Heaven", and you are there, Happy Birthday Mom. Today I had a dream of your first daughter. I was planning to visit her. 

Did that dream a call to visit SVG? I hope and want to take a tombstone for you and Clorethe. This will be a tribute to your lives on this earth that will be there forever.
February 12
February 12
Do they celebrate birthdays in Heaven? Irregardless, Happy birthday Granny!
December 20, 2023
December 20, 2023
I miss you mother! I love you and alway will.
December 19, 2022
December 19, 2022
In remembrance. 37 years gone but time does not erase the memories. Rest in Peace Granny.

Alvis
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022
I remember auntie Ena Palmer very well. the Summer of 1971 and 1972, as a child I spent two weeks in Layou, at the Palmer's family home. On both occasions Courtney visited from Canada. Courtney & I were treated well, we had a lot of fun.

Auntie Ena was a wonderful cook, she had everything a child needed. Ice cream, home made cakes, Sweet bread. She took us to the beach, and when she was to busy to take us, she allowed us to go to the beach with adult supervision of course.

One of the things I always remember is the police coming to ask Auntie Ena for Ice. I didn't know if the police had a fridge or not but Auntie give them ice especially on Sunday.

I always look forward to going to Layou, with my mother. To meet my mother's friends and our family in Layou. Our visited to Layou started and ended at Auntie Ena's home.

I can testify to Vere's account, of Auntie Ena Singing in the Kitchen while she prepare the meals. I saw and heard her singing away while she cook, while she clean.

After my mother passed, in 1973, I did not visit, because I was still a child. However, I never forgot, the beautiful time I spent in Layou.

As an adult; whenever, I pass the Palmer's residence, I look up at the house on the bank with mixed emotions. Happiness because of the wonderful time I had in that house and sadness because Queen Ena is no more.

RIP in the arms of your lord Yahuwahshua AKA Jesus the Savior.
March 10, 2021
March 10, 2021
To Granny,

Forever in my memory. In dreams at night I still dream of you in the old house - always with a view towards the beach. Much love Gran, hope to see you tonight in my dreams.

Love Alvis
February 16, 2021
February 16, 2021
Another hymn I heard mother singing on Sundays:

Will your anchor hold in the storms of life?
When the clouds unfold their wings of strive?
When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain?
Will your anchor drift or firm remain?

We have an anchor that keeps the soul.
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love.
February 12, 2021
February 12, 2021
Happy Birthday Mom. I love you, I miss you and I'll always remember you.
February 9, 2021
February 9, 2021
I welcome one and all, not just family members ,to pay tribute to this beautiful and wonderful woman. Please wish her "Happy Birthday".
February 9, 2021
February 9, 2021
My favourite hymn I loved to hear mother sing on Sundays.

Upon thy heights I long to stand.
And view the radiant, jasper sea,
There is a land of corn and wine,
And all its joys will soon be mine
There shines undimmed one blissful day,
For earth dark night has passed away.
O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land!
Upon thy heights I long to stand.
And view the radiant, jasper sea,
And mansions fair, prepared for me,
And find on that eternal shore,
My heaven, my home forevermore!
My Saviour then will walk with me;
O sweet communion that will be;
He’ll gently lead me by the hand,
In that celestial happy land,
O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land!
Upon thy heights I long to stand.
And view the radiant, jasper sea,
And mansions fair, prepared for me,
And find on that eternal shore,
My heaven, my home forevermore!
The zephyrs then will laden me,
With sounds of sweetest melody,
As angels with the ransomed throng,
Join in the sweet redemption song.
O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land!
Upon thy heights I long to stand.
And view the radiant, jasper sea,
And mansions fair, prepared for me,
And find on that eternal shore,
My heaven, my home forevermore!

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Recent Tributes
February 12
February 12
As her beloved grandson said, "If there is a Heaven", and you are there, Happy Birthday Mom. Today I had a dream of your first daughter. I was planning to visit her. 

Did that dream a call to visit SVG? I hope and want to take a tombstone for you and Clorethe. This will be a tribute to your lives on this earth that will be there forever.
February 12
February 12
Do they celebrate birthdays in Heaven? Irregardless, Happy birthday Granny!
December 20, 2023
December 20, 2023
I miss you mother! I love you and alway will.
Her Life
July 21, 2021
My mother's birthday will be in a few days, and I am thinking of the years we spent together. I know I have adapted to her habits because my children keep reminding me of things I say and things I do. I loved to hear my mother singing hymns on Sundays, as she stood before the stove cooking our Sunday meal. There was “Beulah Land” and “We have an anchor”. Two songs that still resonate with me today. I found the lyrics for Beulah Land and now realize why I loved to hear her sing it. It touches my heart when I think of her. Will I see her again someday? Who knows!

I will make it the opening song for her site. There is also a video I've dedicated to her in the Gallery menu.
Today there are only two children still around. My brother who lives in St. Vincent and the Grenadines in our beautiful hometown Layou.
Today I long to visit my home, but because of the COVID-19 pandemic I am unable to travel. I hope I may get the opportunity to pay a visit in a few months, after this virus is under control.

February 8, 2021
My mother's birthday will be in a few days, and I am thinking of the years we spent together. I know I have adapted to her habits because my children keep reminding me of things I say and things I do. I loved to hear my mother singing hymns on Sundays, as she stood before the stove cooking our Sunday meal. There was “Beulah Land” and “We have an anchor”. Two songs that still resonate with me today. I found the lyrics for Beulah Land and now realize why I loved to hear her sing it. It touches my heart when I think of her. Will I see her again someday? Who knows!

I will make it the opening song for her site. There is also a video I've dedicated to her in the Gallery menu.
Today there are only two children still around. My brother who lives in St. Vincent and the Grenadines in our beautiful hometown Layou.
Today I long to visit my home, but because of the COVID-19 pandemic I am unable to travel. I hope I may get the opportunity to pay a visit in a few months, after this virus is under control.

February 8, 2021
Ena Myers first of two daughters of Elspeth Phillips and Kenneth Myers was born February 12, 1910, in Layou, St. Vincent and the Grenadines. The other daughter was Aggie. Mammy, my grandmother had 3 other children: Baby, Edison (known as a prodigal son) and Maggie.
My mother had an exceedingly difficult time growing up in a slave community, not long after slavery was abolished sometime in the middle 1800s. Her grandmother had three children: A son Newton Anderson who migrated to the US, my grandmother and a younger daughter Mildred John who migrated to Trinidad and Tobago. My grandmother never left the shores of SVG.
I came to realize that my grandmother had a tough time, and her children were given out at an early age to other families. Mother often mentioned that she complained to her mother that the people kept her out of school. She never made it pass Class 2, which in those days was at the very bottom of the ladder of learning.
She, however, made sure her children went to school with little or no books to help improve their education in primary school. There was one exception - Rudolph, her first son, was brilliant and won a scholarship to attend The Boy's Grammar School in Kingstown (a famous secondary school) in those days.
I often said my mother broke the mold after Rudolph because no other child had the talent or ability to learn without a book. Rudolph was spectacular and out-class all the other students in the Layou Government School.
I became aware of this one day in NYC, when a school mate who was the son of the head teacher in Layou said, "I hated this “bablah” (referring to Rudolph) growing up in school". I was curious and asked why. He said his father flogged him badly because he operated way below Rudolph's standard. Rudolph graduated and started his first job as a clerk to a judge.
One year after I was born my mother and father got married. I lived with my mother until I migrated to Canada. It was exceedingly difficult leaving mother alone and it took its toll on both of us. It was extremely hard accepting her passing in December 1985, several years after my father has passed away.
I do miss my mother and will always remember her. As adults my brother Rudolph and I would sit in the backyard of his home in Brooklyn and cry (bawl) when we talked about our mother and our beloved sister Clorethe. Now they are all gone, and I miss them and love them dearly.

My mother's birthday will be in a few days, and I am thinking of the years we spent together. I know I have adapted to her habits. I loved to hear my mother singing hymns on Sundays as she stood before the stove cooking our Sunday meal. There was “Beulah Land” and “We have an anchor.” Two songs that still resonate with me today. I found the lyrics for Beulah Land and now realize why I loved to hear her sing it.
Mother passed on some of her talents to some of her children. We became incredibly good dancers, but my sisters and I took her talent in singing.

I will make it the opening song for her site.



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February 27, 2021

Avis Ruth Jones born Nov 02 1939. Died Dec 1986. Age 47. London, Wandsworth District. Register volume 15, page 1119. 

February 13, 2021
This photo was take from the jetty not far from our home- the white house located close to the Layou Police Station.

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