In Loving Memory
Samuel Henry Barry
Friday, November 23, 1990
Creque's Funeral Home Chapel
St Th'oima V V
SAMUEL HENRY BARRY was born on June 5, 1957 in New
York City, New York, the third child of Wilfred A. Barry, Sr.
(deceased) and Thyrza Cooper.
At the age of 11 (1968) Sammy and his brother, Wilfred.
returned to St. Thomas, Virgin Islands with their grandmother,
Cleopha Rabsatt. He graduated from Charlotte Amalie High
School in 1976.
Sammy was a very outgoing person who made friends
easily and was well received by all who knew him. He was
fondly called Sam or Shinehead.
Sammy served as an acolyte at All Saints Cathedral. He
was an apprentice to Mr. Luther Seely, the shoemaker on the
Back Street. He then expanded his skills in leather making -
sandals, shoes and hags at Zora's of St. Thomas Shoe Repair.
Sammy was known for his culinary art and was employed at
several local restaurants, including Sparky's Airport and Stouffer
Grand Beach Resort.
Sammy was known for his artistic ability and love of the
arts. He loved his family, and he especially enjoyed spending
time with his nephews and nieces.
He will be dearly missed by all.
Never Me, I Said ... by Wilfred A. Barry, Jr.
(The following are excerpts from a poem
written August, 1990 about my brother, Sammy)
Born of same blood.
Surrounded by the same love of parenthood
Educated by the same system.
Shared the same basic values of life.
Watched the filth of dope that destroys our race.
As we grew and learned the streets.
We said never me, never me...
Never me, I said. My heartaches for you
who lost the words, never me.
The pain of watching you deteriorate.
The pain of knowing you're still destroying others with dope.
The pain of the unknown time when we will hear the words -
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and the echoing words of...
Never Me, I said will finally rest.
Never me, I said.
(Published in Street Speaker, vol. 8 no. 1 & 2, Nov.-Feb., 1991)
A Mother always Loves her child. Sammy, even though we
were not close physically. I cherished your telephone calls and
occasional visits to New York. I will miss you. God, open your
arms and take my son into your heart.
I love you, Sammy. Sleep on and take your rest.
With all his faults, I love him, and may he rest in peace.
When I think of you, all I see is your big smile. Ill miss you
terribly. God Bless.
Sam, I'll miss...
...the early morning phone calls...the inquiries of what's
on the stove...the hints for special sauces...the interest in your
brother and children.
This Thanksgiving Day wasn't the same without my assistant
chef, but everyday is Thanksgiving, and I thank God for having
Ours is not to question why...He knows best.
My Uncle is Samuel Henry Barry. I love him. I would not
give him away for nothing. They shot him in his leg, but I said
That is enough he was not born to be killed, he was born to be
loved. Why would they shoot him again? May God take evil-
ness from people and bless us all, and I will not forget to ask
God to bless Uncle Sam while he rests. I love you all.
Nicole Y. Barry
I love you because you are my Uncle. I love you very much.
You got shot and I am sad.
Forever in our hearts you will be.
Aunt Elma & Cathye