Catering and Recepion

Mavis had been instrumental in bringing over almost all her siblings and immediate family who were either living or arriving in Britain and making it their home. This included countless cousins from her late father Isaac’s brothers and sisters.

Mavis's home at Barretts Grove in Stoke Newington, for many years had become the epicentre for West Indian friends and family either visiting from Jamaica or the States. 

On Saturdays the house became a hub of activity. It was situated close to Ridley Road Market, where women came from across London to do their weekly shopping for familiar foods: yellow yams, plantains, mangoes and other fresh Caribbean produce. Mavis would have an industrial-sized pot of soup boiling away on top of the oven. Saturday Soup was a tradition in most Jamaican households usually made with chicken, beef or lamb necks.

The distinctive mouth-watering aroma would drift through the house while the sound of Reggae singer Ken Boothe's "Everything I Own" could be heard playing softly in the background. Every visitor coming in from the winter cold would be greeted with a Bowl.

Therefore, in the true spirit of Mavis Pritchard's character the chef de cuisine agreed to prepare an authentic selection of Jamaican dishes under glowing embers created from charcoal and log-wood fire. This would have been the method used back home in St Elizabeth Jamaica, when Mavis was growing up.   
Preparations began the night before the funeral in the back garden of Mavis's beloved Barretts Grove. This entailed marinating the chicken and goat meat with herbs and spices freshly bought from Spitalfields Market that morning.

In spite of the weather forecast predicting rain on the day of the funeral the chefs began to cook from 5am, and soldiered on to prepare a magnificent selection of dishes including Curry Goat, Rice and Peas, Escovitch Fish, Jerk, fried and Barbecued Chicken, Mannish Water Soup as well as fried Festivals. 

In order to give everyone a glimpse behind the scenes of their culinary skills we decided uploaded a selection of pictures and video clips onto the Gallery section of this website showing the 24hrs leading up-to the reception.             


By Keith Kong

A heart of gold has stopped beating, two loving eyes are now at rest. God broke our hearts to prove that he only takes the best. He looked around his garden and he saw an empty space. He looked down on earth and he saw that Mavis needed a rest. He gently and safely took her home. God’s garden is beautiful and that’s why he only takes the best.

Good morning Reverend, members of the Church’s fraternity; husband Ronnie; children Beverley, Deborah, and Andrew; siblings; grandsons Giovanni, Stefan, Jamie and Hayden; other members of the deceased family, and friends of the late Mavis as we affectionately called her.

As we all come out to pay our respect and celebrate the life of our lovable and well beloved cousin, friend and mentor whom I have known all my life (not just Mavis, but all members of her immediate family and close relatives).

I will always remember the good times we had growing up in the country in the same neighborhood with our grandparents not very far away as the epicenter of our lives as children we played together with toys made by ourselves. It was fun to climb the fruit trees even before the fruits were ripe and pick them. The reality in hind-sight is that although we were very happy with the little we had, we were far happier than today’s children with all their electronic gadgets of the 21st century.

Unfortunately, Mavis’ father Isaac passed away early in her life but with an exceptionally good mother Maud, producing straw hats made a good living for her children but also those who supplied her with the raw materials to make the hats.

Mavis with an ambition to succeed in life moved to Kingston where she was employed in a small business and gained valuable experience in the principle of business that would later enhance her ambition to be a successful entrepreneur.

Because opportunities in the lives of young people were practically non-existent, a vast number of us migrated to England in the 1950s-60s where we were told that the grass was greener and with the rebuilding of England after World War 2 of course jobs were plentiful. Mavis grasped at the opportunity and went to England.

Mavis with her cheerful looks settled down quite easily and found a job. She was not the one to move from one job to the other but stayed faithful to her employers which is a yardstick to evaluate her character and faithfulness. Her smiling face and savvy of engagement and making friends cemented the togetherness with her friends in her community.

Having married to Ron, Mavis began to see her life-long dreams emerging and it all started with an in-house small boutique. This small venture was successful and it stimulated her determination to try her luck into the real estate. This brought out the true potential of Mavis Pritchard as an astute and shrewd business woman that enabled her to move up another notch of the corporate ladder and continue to expand in another commercial entity, a wine-shop.

Mavis was successful in all her endeavours and she told me that the key to all this was whatever you do, do it to the best of your ability and never be afraid to speak to anyone. In fact she always boasted about her good relationship with her bank manager.

Mavis loved to cook and entertain members of our family.I will always remember her chicken dishes, how delicious they were although all members of our family are seafood lovers. I remember on one of our visits to Miami, my brother bought a large box of red lobster and we sat in his kitchen boiling and eating lobster tails straight from the pot which reminds me of our childhood days in Jamaica.

When in Jamaica Mavis loved to travel all over the country just to talk, mingle and joke with country folks. However, she was not afraid to call a spade a spade or afraid of rebuttal or repercussion, she meant no disrespect to anyone.

On one occasion we were coming from the parish of Trelawny and we saw two boys fighting. They looked horrible with dirt and eye-water, Mavis ironically shouted, look how pretty you are. The boys stopped fighting instantly. Then she said you are not pretty, you dirty bastards! She gave them some money and off they went happily shouting thank you Miss! Thank you Miss!

Mavis’ image and conceptions were unique being very strict and forthright in business yet very friendly and courteous when dealing with people. She believed in trusting people. Maybe she knew more about Wall Street stock brokers buying stocks with empty pockets or on the London stock exchange where you bid for stock and then think how to pay for it.

Mavis loved children of all walks of life, her own, relatives and non-relatives. Her love did not prevent her from instilling good behavioral practices and discipline to her own or others. Being a good disciplinarian she did not believe in any form of corporal punishment when children misbehaved but to talk, teach and show them what is right from what is wrong. You might not agree with her but I believe that her method and action is a testimony of what good parenting is all about. It does not engender ill feelings between parent and child which could play out later in life.

Some people of high esteem, greatness and substance have achieved their accolades by sacrifices, bravery and going the extra mile to perform duties. Mavis has achieved hers by her kindness and love for people that brought a smile to the less fortunate and marginalized in our society. This is the message of a Christian life that Mavis believed in. This is the message that Jefferson was trying to relate to the American people in 1801 with the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. This is what Mavis believed in, that all human beings should be treated with respect regardless of one’s status.

Her messages and communication has left an indelible mark for us not just to follow but to emulate so that we too can have an impact on the lives of others.

I am confident, pleased and assured that all of us gathered here to celebrate and give thanks to God for her life can attest to the fact that all who came in contact with Mavis have benefitted from her kindness, love, affection and wisdom.

These are the pillars that her legacy will stand on a legacy of yesterday, today and the tomorrow. A legacy that will inspire you and me to follow suite.

I can say without any apology that we are not all perfect and in this scenario I believe that there is more good in us than bad and that with all the success in one’s life Mavis encountered her fair share of ups and downs yet she was not the one to show signs of frustration or to cringe under pressure but to triumph over disappointment and exalt though unrecognized.

I have lost a friend, confidant and cousin but I am heartened by the fact that her passing is a mandatory appointment that we all have to keep. It’s only a transition in life like moving from one room in the house to another.

Finally, as we celebrate her life and acknowledge her passing. Let us all remember her life as a landmark in our household with unbroken continuity.

Let us not be burdened with sorrow but think of the joy and happiness that awaits her in this transition. Let us celebrate this precious gift of life that God has given her to import with us.

To some her appointment with her Saviour will be forgotten, but to me and all of you her memory will not be lost. Mavis we loved you yesterday, today and the day to come. God loves you best so you took his hand when you heard him call. Sleep on Mavis until we meet again.

On behalf of the family, kindly allow me this opportunity to thank you all for coming out in your numbers to pay your respect and to give thanks for her life.

Thank you, and god bless you all.

Order of Service and Graveside Hymns

We are sharing the order of Service and Hymns below for those wishing to watch the church service at St Mary's Church, Lansdowne Road.
There are online versions for people to download and print to make it easier to follow during the live stream at the church. 
Website Hymns and Service Google document
Graveside Hymns Google document
Order of Service:
Revelation 21: A New Heaven and a New Earth
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband; and I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling of God is with mortals. He will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain any more, for the former things have passed away.”
And he who sat upon the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” Also he said, “Write this, for these words are trustworthy and true.”

And he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the fountain of the water of life without payment.”
The word of the Lord.
People Thanks be to God.
[21:1-6] Psalm 23: 
The Lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I shall want.
The Lord is my shepherd;There is nothing I shall want.
Fresh and green are the pastures
Where he gives me repose.
Near restful waters he leads me,
To revive my drooping spirit. R.
He guides me along the right path;
He is true to His name.
If I should walk in the valley of darkness
No evil would I fear.
You are there with your crook and your staff;
With these you give me comfort. R.
You have prepared a banquet for me
In the sight of my foes.
My head you have anointed with oil;
My cup is overflowing. R.
Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me
All the days of my life.
In the Lord’s own house shall I dwell

For ever and ever.  R.
Alleluia, alleluia.
I am the Resurrection and the Life, says the Lord;
those who believe in me, even though they die, yet shall they live.
The Lord be with you
And with your spirit.
☩ A reading from the holy Gospel according to John.
Glory to you, O Lord.

Jesus said to the Jews, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. But I said to you that you have seen me and yet do not believe. Everything that the Father gives me will come to me, and anyone who comes to me I will never drive away; for I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of Him who sent me. And this is the will of Him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day. This is indeed the will of my Father, that all who see the Son and believe in Him may have eternal life; and I will raise them up on the last day.’
The Gospel of the Lord.
Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.
Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.
Blessed Saviour, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear
May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.

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.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me,
his word my hope secures;
he will my shield and portion be,
as long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
a life of joy and peace.
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.
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
consider all the works thy hand hath made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
thy power throughout the universe displayed:

How Great Thou Art
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God; to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art!
then sings my soul, my Saviour God; to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander,
and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze;

But when I think that God, his Son not sparing,
sent him to die-I scarce can take it in
that on the cross, our burden gladly bearing,
he bled and died to take away our sin;

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
and take me home-what joy shall fill my heart!
then shall I bow in humble adoration,
and there proclaim: My God, how great thou art!

On a hill far away
stood an old rugged Cross,
the emblem of suffering and shame;
And I loved that old Cross
where the dearest and best
For a world lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged Cross
‘till my trophies at last i lay down;
I will cling to the  old rugged Cross
And exchange it someday for a crown.
Oh that old rugged Cross
So despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me:
For the dear Lamb of God
Left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
In the old rugged Cross
Stained with blood so divine
A wondrous beauty I see.
For ’twas on that old Cross
Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.
To the old rugged Cross
I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear.
Then He’ll call me home some day
To my home far away,
There His glory for ever I’ll share.

Graveside Hymns 

Face to Face
Face to face with Christ my Savior,
Face to face, what will it be,
When with rapture I behold Him,
Jesus Christ, who died for me?

Face to face shall I behold Him,
Far beyond the starry sky;
Face to face in all His glory
I shall see Him by and by!

Only faintly now I see Him,
With the darkening veil between,
But a blessed day is coming,
When His glory shall be seen.

What rejoicing in His presence,
When are banished grief and pain;
When the crooked ways are straightened,
And the dark things shall be plain!

Face to face! oh, blissful moment!
Face to face to see and know;
Face to face with my Redeemer,
Jesus Christ, who loves me so.

Until Then

My heart can sing when I pause to remember,
A heartache here is but a stepping stone.
Along a trail, that’s winding always upward,
This troubled world, is not my final home.

But until then, my heart will go on singing,
Until then, with joy I’ll carry on,
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.

The things of earth will dim and lose their value,
If we recall they’re borrowed for awhile;
And things of earth that cause the heart to tremble,
Remembered there, will only bring a smile.

It Is Well With My Soul

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.


It is well with my soul,
it is well, it is well with my soul.

My sin–oh, the joy 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.