Group Title: Virgin Islands Funeral Memorial Booklets
Title: Funeral Booklet for Raquebo A. Smith
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Title: Funeral Booklet for Raquebo A. Smith
Series Title: Virgin Islands Funeral Memorial Booklets
Physical Description: Book
Language: English
Creator: Estate of Raquebo A. Smith
Institute for Museum and Library Services (National Leadership Grant Award, ND-00026) ( Donor )
Subject: Smith, Raquebo A.
Human relations
Funeral rites and ceremonies
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Spatial Coverage: North America -- United States Virgin Islands
Abstract: The Enid M. Baa Library of the Division of Libraries, Archives and Museums (DLAM) has acquired an extensive collection of memorial booklets since the early 1970's for U. S. Virgin Islands residents. Booklets are usually more than 10 pages long and give details of the life and family connections of the deceased.
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Bibliographic ID: CA01300460
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of the Virgin Islands
Holding Location: Enid M. Baa Library and Archives, Virgin Islands Department of Libraries, University of the Virgin Islands
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Raquebo Jtiba Smith
Novemberr 17, 1976 december 17, 1994

funeral Service
Jrida, TDecember 23, 1994
Viewing: 9:00 10:00 am
Serice: 10:00 am
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Megrment at Coki 9oint Cemetery
t. Thoma, V. 1


Saquebo Smith
Raquebo Smith was born to Janet Ferrar and Richard Smith on November
17,1976 on the island of St. Thomas. Tiba, as everyone knew him, received his
education at Joseph Gomez Elementary School and Bertha Boschulte Junior
High School.
Tiba was very easy to get along with and a very fun person to be around.
He made many friends in and out of his neighborhood. There is nothing that
he wouldn't do for anyone. Tiba respected all that he came in contact with
and every one that knew him liked and respected him.
Tiba enjoyed riding bikes and fixing them. He also enjoyed listening to Bob
Marley, Peter Tosh and many other Reggae artists. In his earlier years, he
enjoyed fishing and swimming. Tiba motly enjoyed hanging with his friends
around the neighborhood and playing with his sisters, brothers and other
young children. Just recently he began a garden in front of the building.
On Saturday, December 17, 1994, God chose to call Tiba to his eternal rest.
He leaves behind his mother, father, stepmother, stepfather, sisters, brothers,
grandmothers, aunts, uncles, nephews and many other relatives and friends.
Tiba, you will be missed dearly, but you will never be forgotten. Sleep on, my
MOTHER... Janet Jackson Ferrari
FATHER.. Richard Smith, Sr.
STEP-MOTHER... Claudia Smith
STEP-FATHER... Joseph Ferrari, Sr.
SISTERS... Raquema Williams, Kim Smith, Nika and Nyesha Ferrari
BROTHERS... Joseph Ferrari, Jr., Richard and Ronald Smith
GRANDMOTHERS... Doreen Jackson and Elouise Thomas
AUNTS... Loreli Jackson, Rochelle Jackson-Todman, Denise Jackson Christian
and Lynette Kennings, Ileta Hendrickson, Janetla Smith, Esceta McGee, Jennifer
Smith and Marilyn Thomas
UNCLES... Wayne Thomas, Clarence and Kelvin Smith
GREAT AUNTS... Sonja Setorie, Lona Perez, Norma Simmonds
GREAT UNCLES... Laurence Jackson, Sigurd Peterseon
GODMOTHERS.. .Maria Rivera Powers, Norma Simmonds and Tijah M.
SPECIAL FRIENDS... Craig Williams, Kemo and Kame Bonelli, Freddie
Brewers, Thambora Evelyn, Marlon Smith and many others

Jalme Peez, Jr., Federico Perevz Antonio Setorie,
Al Simmonds, Louis Penn, Jr., Marion Smith

Order of Service
WORDS OF CONSOLATION ............... Rev. Harvard Stpehens, Paster
HYMN #451 ....................................The Lord Is My Shepherd
CONGREGATIONAL READING ....................... psalm 23, page 225
HYMN #346 .................................... It Is Well With My Soul
EULOGY ............................................ Lynette Kennings
THE HOLY GOSPEL ..................................... John 11:21-27
HYMN .................................. Precious Lord, Take My Hand
SERMON .............................................. Pastor Stephens
Pastor. Let us go forth in peace. People. In the name of Christ Amen
HYMN #145 ......................................... Thine Is the Glory

H.imns at the Church

Roes are red,
violets are blue,
my son Raquebo,
I'm going to miss you.
On that day you were born I was so happy that I cried, not knowing that
some day you would be taken away. I don't know what happened in between.
I am still wondering why, why did you go ... But since things happen for a
reason, I know now its better this way. Sleep on, Tiba, for we will meet
Love, Mommy, Janet Ferrari

To Raquebo Smith, "Tiba" ... You are gone to your master, but I will never
forget your popular phrases: "Granny, what you cook toady? You have any
poptart? What you have to drink?" I will also miss your drumming on the
door and saying "It's me, Tiba," every night. And when you leave, "Granny,
lock up your door, Okay? Ah gone."
Love always, Granny Doreen Jackson

Tiba, our big brother, was a very friendly guy, always knowing what we
wanted and to come true for us. We're going to miss you, Tiba, for you were
much more than a friend, you were our brother. We love you Tiba and will
surely miss you. Playing with us and correcting us when we did wrong.
Love always, Nika, Joseph Jr. and Nyesha Ferrari

Tiba .. .Your voice is still, your laughter's gone, there are many memories, I
can go on and on. No memories can bring you back and that is sad. Yet, I say
no good bye cause someday we will meet again, somewhere in that big, blue
Missing you like crazy, your sister Tiny

When I came into your life, you were a little child. I didn't know you were
going to grow up with me, at least I had that chance. I will always remember
the good times that we shared: swimming, fishing, playing ball and making
each other laugh, doing so many other things with you. I know now it's going
to be hard, not hearing you calling "Joe come go play ball now." Tiba, you
were the son I didn't have and I am truly going to miss you. Sleep on, my son,
until we meet again.
Jose Fermri, stepfather

Tiba ... It causes me great pain knowing that I will never be asking again,
"Where Tiba?" Sometimes you'd be in your room, or downstairs, or sometimes

you'd be right there in the living room. You were never rude or disrespectful to
me and were always willing to do any little thing I asked of you. I know where
you are now, you're resting in our heavenly Father's bosom. You will always
be alive in my memories and I love you, my nephew. Tiba, Rest in God's
eternal peace.
Aunt Denise

Tiba... I was broken up to learn it was you the police killed. The good Lord
saw you were troubled here on earth and called you home. You are definitely
in paradise. Rest in peace until we meet again.
Aunt Loreli, Shandou, Denisa and Naldouamonee

Tiba, you are at rest. Sleep on till we meet again.

Tiba, why, why you? I keep asking myself that question. Just here last
weekend you were in my home sleeping. Now, to know that they have taken
you away. Well, my beloved cousin, you have gone to the Almighty Father.
He knows best. Keep in touch until we meet again.
Love always, Daisy (nmmn) Shaka-B, Jaka, Ardie and Jr. Piper

Tiba, you were a great cousin. I will always love and remember you.
Love Deanna

Tiba ... I miss you, I miss you, I miss you! I will miss you at my weekend
sleep overs. I will miss your constant teasing and I will miss our small
conversations. Rest in peace and keep being yourself until we meet again.

Tiba ... Raquebo Smith, you have always been like one of the family. You
were able to come and go as you pleased because we could always believe in
you. We will all miss you very much and will keep the memory of your
growing in our hearts.
In loving memory, the Smith family
Anita, Charlene, Charishma, Kishma, Lucien, Marlan, Winston Leshern, Lavelle and

Rest in peace, Tiba, Ras Valley Massive.

Janet... You and your family are in my prayers. Remember to keep your
strength in God. Tiba is fine and out of all pain and miseries.
Aunty Sonja and family

Tiba should not have died at the age of 18, he should
have died at the age of 85. His death should have come
after a long and fulfilling life and should have been a
celebration of the end of his earthly life and the begin-
ning of his new life.
Now, instead of celebrating, friends and relatives are
mourning the loss of a grandson, son, brother, nephew,
cousin and friend. A policeman's bullet ended his life,
but the hallucinating drug that he took had already killed
him. Too many of our young black brothers and sisters
are dying this way.
From this tragedy, let us resolve to teach our children
about God, and to live the way He wants us to, a life
filled with prayer, honesty, caring and love for Him and
for each other.
Let us keep the doors of communication open so that
our children can feel free to discuss every and anything
with us. Let us encourage them to stay in school and
learn a trade. Assure them that the system works; some-
times slowly, but it works nevertheless.
They can come out of the nightmare of drugs and into
new possibilities, a new life and become who they really
are, heirs of God's kingdom and overcomers in Christ's


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