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WIFE ... Ena C. Hodge
DAUGHTERS... Harriette Arthur, Renee P. Hodge
SONS... Lee and Craig Hodge
GRANDCHILDREN ... Jonette Arthur, Kadeem Hodge
SISTERS... Hilda Hodge, Enid George, Maude Marsh
BROTHERS... Dennis, Claudius, and Noel Hodge
FATHER-IN-LAW... Ezra A. Gomez, Sr.
BROTHERS-IN-LAW... Wilbert and Ezra A. Gomez, Jr.
SISTERS-IN-LAW... Dorothy and Christallia Hodge,
Juliette Goodin, Verna, Ena, and Joyce Gomez, Vivian Bailey, and
NIECES... Gerda Wallen, Celia Benjamin, Doris Brown,
Daisy Barton, Daisy Naomi Ellis, Lydia Pickering, Ishma Rhymer,
Belreat Peass, Cynthia Rolle, Lydia Christian, Karen Simmon,
Claudette, Shirley, Angela, Sylvia, Clarena, Rubena, Yvette,
Cleo, Sezliee, Karen, Clarice, Natalie, Leslie, Yvonne Hodge
NEPHEWS... Lloyd Smith, Madeous,
Melvin, Frank Rymer, Elroy Isles, Gene Scatliffe, Ira Marsh,
Samuel, Ishmael, Allan, Arris, Dennis Jr., Gale, Tyrone,
Dante, Ceito, Diego, Cefred, Wilfred, Liston, Clarence,
Marvin, Milton, Elliot, Ifield, Abdul, Whitfield,
Kenneth, Ray, Vernon, Albert Hodge
Lee Hodge, Craig Hedge, Lloyd Smith,
Alien Smith, Ifield Hodge, and Errol Jackson
Ernest Turnbull, Michael Connor, Elvin Leonard,
Bertil Fleming, Leonard Ramsey,
Rudolph Faulkner, Sr.,
Joseph Griffin, Thomas Rey, and John Ryan
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Slarold Bertram LHodge
Harold Bertram Hodge, affectionately known as "Hodgie," was born
on May 28, 1927 on the beautiful island of Tortola to Romeana and
Herbert Hodge. He was the 14th of 18 children.
After completing basic education he took up the trade of carpentry and
worked along with Mr. Roache for many years. He gave his life to the Lord
and accepted the Seventh-day Adventist message as a young man.
He moved to St. Thomas where he met the former Ena Gomez. They
were later married on August 23, 1960. Together they raised two daugh-
ters and two sons.
Harold had a great love for music. He enjoyed playing the clarinet,
mouth organ, piano, and saxophone. The instrument he loved the most
was the saxophone. He dedicated his musical talent to the Lord and
grasped every opportunity to play. Every time the church doors opened, he
was there with his saxophone to play along for the service. If there was no
musician to play, he would lead out with his sax. Wherever he went, his
saxophone went with him. He played whenever the opportunity arose. His
motto should have been "Don't leave home without it."
He was a faithful and active member of the Shiloh Seventh-day Adventist
church. He served in various offices in the church, which included choir
leader, deacon, building committee head, and Sabbath school teacher.
He was a very special, loving, and caring person. He was always willing
to lend a hand whenever needed. He was loved by all and thus many
adopted him as their dad, brother, uncle, or grandad.
Harold was a devoted husband, father, and grandfather who was always
there for his family. His grandson, Kadeem, had always been special to his
grandad. This bond became greater during the last two years of his life.
Kadeem became the joy of his life.
Harold was always a loving and caring brother and was therefore happy
to grasp the opportunity to vacation with his brother when the invitation
was extended. They spent the last two weeks of his life together reminisc-
ing and sharing past memories.
On June 20, 1997, his life was tragically ended by an accident in
Florida. He will be truly missed by his loving wife, children, and many
cherished relatives and friends.
May his soul rest in peace.
Order of Srvice
PRELUDE ..................... Mr. Lorna King, Mrs. Evadnie Rey
INTROIT ........................................... Pastors
OPENING HYMN: "Lo, What a Glorious Sight" ...... Pastor J. Josiah
SCRIPTURE READING: Rev.21:1-7 ................ Pastor D. James
PRAYER ................................. Pastor W. Richards
SPECIAL MUSIC: Shiloh Tabernacle Choir .............. Bro. B. Baly
Poem ................................ Louisa McSween
Poem ..................................... Gerda Wallen
Tribute ............................. Mr. Wesmore Charles
Poem: ..................................... Masie Harvey
SPECIAL MUSIC: Jerry Smith .................. Pastor J. Languedoc
EULOGY ................................. Mrs. Brenda Smith
MUSICAL TRIBUTES ............................ Delita Parson
City SDA Choir
Agape SDA Choir
Shiloh Female Group
Shiloh Male Group
Shiloh Prayer Group
SERMONETTE .............................. Pastor J. Josiah
CLOSING SONG: "The Strife Is O'er" .............. Pastor V. David
BENEDICTION ............................ Pastor A. Williams
Scripture ........................... Pastor A. Williams
Committal ............................ Pastor J. Josiah
Hymns ............................ PastorJ. Languedoc
Benediction ........................... PastorJ. Josiah
"Taps" ................................. Bro. A. Francis
Tribute to 3larold Bertram 3iodge
Tribute to my Husband ... When we renewed our wedding vows two
months ago, I would never have thought that our life together would end
so tragically. We shared so many happy times together with our children
and grand children. I am going to miss all the little things he did for me
that no one else can do. I could always hear him coming home before I
saw him. First, the truck coming up the hill, then the whistling as he came
into the house. It is going to be very hard not having him around after 37
years, but I thank God for a Christian husband who cared and hope to see
him again when Jesus comes.
As far back as I can remember in every aspect of my life. My dad was
always there for me. I can remember him putting me on his knees and
teaching me songs about Jesus. He introduced me to Jesus. He planted
seeds of kindness wherever he went. He was an exceptional person and a
great dad. I will always love him. I know if I remain faithful, when that
first trumpet sounds and Jesus come, I will see my dad again. I have many,
many fond memories that will keep his presence with me until then. This
is just goodbye, but not farewell.
My dad has always shown me his love and support in so many different
ways. He cried when I cried, laughed when I laughed, hurt when I hunt.
He felt my every pain. I want to say how much I love him. I will never hear
him say 'Rinso" or "Rinsie' again. I will not hear him say "I love you"
before hanging up the phone from me. I do promise, even though he
cannot hear me, that I will be faithful because I want to hear his voice
again. The Lord has marked his spot and I know He will call him up to rise
with Him when He comes. I miss him tremendously. I will keep his
memory in my heart forever. Rest in Jesus.
Many things I learned from my father. He was cool-headed and slow to
anger, a trait one day I hope to acquire. From him I learned to be a stern,
yet loving father. He loved his family dearly and showed it whenever he
could. An honest and God- fearing man, he instilled in me good family
values. His principles and morals I will pass on to my son the
way he did with me. With that I believe he will grow up to be a
good man like his grandfather. We will miss him immensely.
SLove forever, Lee and Kadeem Hodge
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My father taught me everything a boy needed to know about being a
man. He taught me how to ride my first bike, and when I fell he taught me
that anything worth having in life is worth the pain you go through to get
it. He taught me to fear God and be faithful in all my asking and doings.
The last eleven years of my life have been rather challenging and I'm
positive that without his prayers I would not have made it. I am proud of
the dad I've had for the past thirty years and I know that he was proud of
the man that I became. He will be missed in my heart. He is special.
"Did you ever know that you're my hero,
You're everything I wished I could be
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings."
I love you. Dad. May your sleep be sweet till we meet again in the
morning. Hodge-O. Hodge-O....bye!
Uncle Harold ... We will always remember your gentle ways, your
happy whistling and your music. Vividly, we remember our visit to Aunt
Mean, the Saturday afternoons when we sat on the back steps listening to
you, Uncle Sammy, and Uncle Claudie fill Huntums Gut with such sweet
music that we learned to appreciate music very early in life. How many
times I smile secretly at your reprimands. You were always gentle but we
knew when you said "Girl!" you were serious. As we got older and share
our good times and our bad times you would always say "That's Life."
What we learned from you is that when life gives you lemons you make
lemonade. Your kind and gentle ways will always be with us. We will
meet you in the Morning.
Your Nieces, Gerda and Celia
Tribute to Hodgie ... He was a gracious man, kind, unique, honest,
well disciplined, a man of punctuality. His kindness stood out in my mind.
He was a no-nonsense man who loved the Lord, his family, and music. My
family and I will dearly miss him but with hope will meet again on the
great getting up morning. May your soul rest in peace. I'm gonna miss
Wilbert, Verna & Family To Sis and Family:
Words cannot express the grief and pain we feel toward the passing of
our own uncle, friend, and father. Uncle Harold has been more than an
uncle to me. He has been like a father to me and my family. He
was always there. He left us so suddenly. We are not to ques-
tion God's work but sometimes we do. We must remember he
miss him a whole lot. May he rest in peace. F
Lloyd & Family
My grandfather was the strongest man I knew and he will always be the
strongest man in the world to me. Grandad had a way of getting his point
across without much of a fuss. His quiet strength gave his family the
assurance that they could handle anything with God's help. Grandad
supported his family in every way. His kindness and love stretched further
than I'd ever imagined and it makes me proud to be the granddaughter of
such a wonderful man. So, my tribute would be to live a life that would
make him proud. Love and honor God first above all else and then my
fellowman. And in doing this, I will keep Grandad's memory alive always.
Renee, Sister Hodge and family... My family and I extend our deepest
condolences in the tragic passing of your beloved "Hodgie". Brother
Hodge was both an inspiration and source of encouragement during most
of our lives. He gave unselfishly of his talents and time. His passing will
surely create a void in our church services, especially during the presenta-
tion of hymns when he would blow his alto saxophone. He could be
counted on to be there to start song service, even if there was no organist
or pianist. May the memories of the good times he spent with you and the
anticipation of that glorious day when you'll see him again comfort you.
Love, Lorna, Julio, LaVelle, &Julito King
Our visit here is but a pause; along the path to glory, our lives may
seem unfinished, an uninterrupted story. Of our loved ones we may
wonder why they could not stay and visit here among us one more hour,
one more day. We're only here to visit, to pause and do our best, but we'll
meet again in glory, where the Lord will give us rest.
Thomas Rey & Family
Dear Hodgie Our 1958 meeting became an object of attraction.
Over the years your fatherly goodness helped to nurture me to maturity
socially, physically and spiritually. You were indeed a good model for my
children also. We all love you "Hodgie". Sweet be your sleep.
Sister lona Jackson-Bastian & Family
To Our Beloved Brother. Friend: Mr. Hodge ... Your sudden passing
has surely left us with a shock. We will miss you but we are confident that
"the tempest may beat over the wide stormy sea and in Jesus you are safe
ever more." Your thirty-two years of friendship will always leave that
lasting memory in us. May God's blessing be upon you and grant you a
place in His heavenly kingdom. Rest in peace.
Celestine Turnbull & Family
H Hodge-e-e as I always called him
A- Alluring. expecting the best of you
R Redeemed as you direct the choir
O Outspoken whenever a wrong note was sung
L Loving and caring as we learn the songs
D Demands punctuality
D Dad of the year
E Excelled to a better place.
But Hodge-e-e you never passed back this way to complete my cabinet.
Say not good night but in some brighter chime, bid me good morning, you
are gone, but memories of you will linger with us until we too are gone.
So farewell, my brother. Take your rest. Soon we'll greet each other at
Zion's pearly gate.
Louisa G. McSween
Tribute to a Beloved Brother ... We love you well but Jesus love you
best. You will always be remembered. Goodbye but not Farewell. We will
From, Dennis, Noel, Sammy, Claudious Maude, Hilda, and Enid
Dear Harold ... I am saddened that I will not be talking to you again. I
remember your quiet and mild manner, always calling me "Aunt Viv,"
You opened your home to my family after Hurricane Marilyn. You were
more like a brother than a brother-in-law. I will miss you.
To my dearest Dad and Grandad ... It is really hard for me to say
Goodbye. So dad, I would just say Goodnight. I wish now that I told you
what I thought for so many years. I wished you were my real Dad too. I
will always, always love and keep you in my heart.
Your Adopted Daughter, Brenda
To my dearest friend ... To everything there is a season and a time to
every purpose under the heaven. Sleep well in peace Hodgie.
Kathleen & Family
Life is a mystery, we try to unfold, Above our reach, beyond
our control. Death is even harder to accept, But we know that
God knows best. Life is overflowing with joys and bliss. Your
ways and laughter will forever be missed. Your memories will
bring needed comfort to heavy hearts that seem to be distort. wnat maKes
a man great is not just his ways, not the fortunes or fame, he gets in his
days. But that he speaks of his God and of His ways, he lives God's
lessons and forever gives praise. Until that blessed resurrection morn,
until we meet upon that shore, until that day of my God's return, like you,
with God's help we will learn, that God is love and love is might. With
God's love, we'll see that light. Until then, sleep on, sleep on, enjoy thy
rest. We'll always remember that God knows best.
Mr. Gale "Boogie" Hodge and family
When Jesus has found you, tell others the story,
That my loving Savior is your Savior too;
Then pray that your Savior will bring them to glory,
And prayers will be answered 'twas answered for you!
For you I am praying, for you I am praying,
For you I am praying, I'm praying for you.
Praying, interceding for others, that's where Brother Hodge (Hodgie)
spent the early morning hours on Sundays from 5 am to 7 am. With tears
and deep concern he poured out his heart to God for all peoples, his
church and himself. His was a generous, consistent, humble, helpful,
dependable, lovable Christian life. Our hearts are broken, but we are not
without hope. "For our citizenship is in heaven from which we also
eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our
lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body, according to
the workings by which He is able even to subdue all things to Himself."
Beloved brothers and sisters of the Shiloh SDA Church Prayer Group
Brother Hodge was a dedicated leader and choir member. We will
always remember that whenever he taught a song he would say "Hold on
to that." We look forward to that day when we will all be in that great
Shiloh Tabernacle Choir
Hodgie, Father #2... The last we spoke on the phone (the week of the
tragedy), we laughed and hoped to see each other soon. But who knows
what tomorrow holds? The memories Hodgie and I shared will always
live in my heart. His cheerful, peaceful disposition will always be remem-
bered. Oh how I miss Hodgie.
L When Harold married my sister, he not only became her
husband, but also a special part of my family. From the begin-
ning, he was faithful and caring; he was always there for me.
We shared many happy and sad times together as a family. I
will certainly miss him, his saxophone, and his whistling. His life is ai
inspiration to many of us.
Tribute to Bro. Hodge We looked up the word "nice" in thi
dictionary and weren't surprised to find Bro. Hodge referenced there a.
one of its examples of a nice person. He succumbed to death, seemingly
all powerful. But we share the sentiments of the poet, John Donne. Bro
Hodge was a good friend. We feel his loss personally.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dread-
ful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkest thou dost over.
throw, Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and
sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much
more must flow; And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest oftheir
bones and souls' delivery! Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desper-
ate men, And dost with poison, war, and [accidents] dwell, And poppy or
charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why
swell's" thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death
shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!
1 Josiah and Greta Maynard.
Tribute to Bro. Harold Hodge ... Words are inadequate to express our
tragic loss by the untimely death of our beloved Bro. Harold Hodge
(Hodgee). A provident husband and father, a fine Christian gentleman,
and a trustworthy friend to all, Bro. Hodge and his trademark saxophone
had become a fixture in the Shiloh Church on Sabbaths, Sunday and
Wednesday evening services. On very many occasions he was the only
musician in church, treating us to what had become his second nature.
From his vast repertoire of songs he was a reliable source that our leaders
tapped into when those appointed to sing missed their appointment.
Bro. Hodge led a very active church life: choir leader, choir member,
Sabbath School teacher, member of the men's fellowship, chairman of the
church's building committee, member of the Noble Minstrels, and a
member of the church board. In any program having to do with church
work, he was generally the first to arrive on the scene and the last to leave.
Some of his handiwork is prominent in the railwork at the front of the
church. In November last year when the Shiloh Church celebrated its
twenty-first anniversary, the church publicly recognized his selfless and
dedicated service by honoring him with a plaque.
Bro. Hodge loved his church because he first loved the Lord
of the church. His love for, and relationship with people exem-
plified his relationship with his Lord. Always placid, always f
soft-spoken, always gracious, his equanimity was one of his
special gifts. His kindness touched everyone. Who hasn't had a
piece of sugarcane or a mango or some other produce from his land? A
roof to fix? A fence to mend? A hoe to fasten? You just had to ask him and
he'd find the time to do it. He seemed not to be able to say "No!" to
anyone who asked a favor. He was a saint. And "Precious in the sight of
the Lord is the death of his saints." Ps. 116:15.
And so we say, "Farewell, Hodgee!" It's not how long you lived, but
how well you lived that matters. We sure would have liked to have you
around much longer, but it's not our will that must be done. We will miss
your mellifluent tenor from the choir. We'll hear your hallowed saxo-
phone no more. The pounding of your hammer has been silenced. Your
smile has been taken away from us prematurely. Death has cheated us of a
loving husband, an adorable father, a faithful friend, and Christian brother.
But our hope is in the Lord. And our hope was your hope. May your rest
be short and sweet! We hope to meet you in the glad by and by.
The Shiloh Men's Fellowship.
"The life of one
Seis never lost ...
it ever touched."
With grateful.hearts we would like to thank you our many
friends for all the kindness that you have shown during the loss
of our beloved Harold Hodge. We pray God's richest blessings
upon each of you for your love and support during our time of
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