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2 Opening Sentences... Rev. Rohan Forrester Hymn Father I Place Into Your Hands... Congregation Prayer... Rev. Rohan Forrester Scripture Rev. 21: Ms Mary Lou Miller Tributes Wife and Children In The Garden... New Direction Sisters and Families The Lord s Prayer... Mrs. Keyreye Rivers Seafarer s Association... Mr. Denniston Tibbetts Poem Gone Fishin... Davis Alton Chisholm Jr. Life Story... Mr. Donovan Ebanks Hymn Jesus Saviour Pilot Me... New Directions Message... Rev. Rohan Forrester Prayer for Family & Benediction... Rev. Rohan Forrester Father I Place Into Your hands The things I cannot do, The things that I've been through. The way that I should go, For I know I always can trust you. My friends and family. The things that trouble me. The person I would be, For I know I always can trust you. Father, we love to see your face, We love to hear your voice. Father, we love to sing your praise And in your name rejoice. Father, we love to walk with you And in your presence rest, For we know we always can trust you. Father, I want to be with you And do the things you do. Father, I want to speak the words That you are speaking too. Father, I want to love the ones That you will draw to you, For I know that I am one with you.

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4 Scripture Sentences... Rev. Rohan Forrester Prayer... Rev. Rohan Forrester Committal... Rev. Rohan Forrester Ringing of the Seaman s Bell... Mr. Denniston Tibbetts Hymns... His Eye is on the Sparrow Blessed Assurance How Great Thou Art Because He Lives Benediction... Rev. Rohan Forrester His Eye Is on the Sparrow Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come Why should my heart fell lonely and long for Heaven and home When Jesus is my portion, a constant friend is He His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches over me His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me, He watches me His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches I know He watches, I know He watches me I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me, He watches me His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me, He watches me He watches me, I never thought, He watches me How Great Thou Art O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars; I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed. Blessed Assurance Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine; Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long. This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long. Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest; Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love. Refrain: 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. And when I think that God, His Son not sparing, Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin. When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation And take me home, what joys shall fill my heart! Then I shall bow in humble adoration And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art! God sent his son They called him Jesus He came to love Heal and forgive He lived and died To buy my pardon An empty grave Is there to prove My Savior lives Chorus Because he lives I can face tomorrow Because he lives All fear is gone Because I know He holds the future And life and is worth the living Just because he lives Because He Lives How sweet to hold A newborn baby And feel the pride And joy he gives But greater still The calm assurance This child can face Uncertain days Because he lives And then one day I'll cross the river I'll fight life's fi- Nal war with pain And then as death Gives way to victory I'll see the lights Of glory and I'll know he lives Condolences may be registered at Boddenfuneralservices.com & Bodden Funeral Service Facebook page

The Life Story of Davis Alton Chisholm Dear verdant island set, In blue Caribbean sea, I m coming, coming very soon, O Beauteous Isle to thee.

The beautiful National Song of the Cayman Islands was written in tribute to Cayman seamen who for generations plied the oceans of the world.

$\ Davis Alton Chisholm was born in the Chisholm family home in North Side, Grand Cayman on January 8 th. 1941.$ His young mother Florence lived with her parents, Kenneth and Elvina Chisholm, four sisters and a brother, and Davis was accepted by her siblings as one of them, a fact that often confused onlookers,

His young mother Florence lived with her parents, Kenneth and Elvina Chisholm, four sisters and a brother, and Davis was accepted by her siblings as one of them, a fact that often confused onlookers,

A precocious child with a penchant for getting in trouble, he still managed to endear himself to all who knew him- especially the older folk who took a real shine to his winning ways.

both on sea and land in the engineering field. The family worshipped at the Presbyterian Church, a tradition Davis would continue when he established his home in later years in Texas.

5 The Life Story of Davis Alton Chisholm Dear verdant island set, In blue Caribbean sea, I m coming, coming very soon, O Beauteous Isle to thee. Although I ve wandered far, My heart enshrines thee yet, Homeland, fair Cayman Isle, I cannot thee forget. The beautiful National Song of the Cayman Islands was written in tribute to Cayman seamen who for generations plied the oceans of the world. Even those who would settle in various lands, never lost that yearning to come home again. Davis Alton Chisholm was one of them, and that is the reason for this celebration of his life here in North Side where he was born and grew up. This, in brief, is his life story. \ Davis Alton Chisholm was born in the Chisholm family home in North Side, Grand Cayman on January 8 th His young mother Florence lived with her parents, Kenneth and Elvina Chisholm, four sisters and a brother, and Davis was accepted by her siblings as one of them, a fact that often confused onlookers, especially since he was a mere eleven months older than the youngest Chisholm daughter. A precocious child with a penchant for getting in trouble, he still managed to endear himself to all who knew him- especially the older folk who took a real shine to his winning ways. Young Davis gained his early education at the North Side All-Age School held in the Town Hall on the hill, a basic education which he would build on in later years to establish a successful career both on sea and land in the engineering field. The family worshipped at the Presbyterian Church, a tradition Davis would continue when he established his home in later years in Texas. In typical boy fashion, Davis gravitated to the Patriarch of the family, from an early age, following him around and being his little helper. From him he would learn how to fish and hunt and cultivate the land, developing a personal love for those activities that stayed with him throughout his life. He grew up in a time when men spent long years away at sea, and young boys took on the role of men at a very early age. It is hard for people now to understand the isolation of the islands then from the rest of the world, or the tremendous lack of amenities that we take for granted today. To give it a bit of perspective, the road connecting North Side to Frank Sound and thus to George Town, was not built until 1944, three years after Davis was born, and transporting your provisions for sale in George Town, was easier by boat across the North Sound than by foot on land. The only transport off the islands was by boat- either the fleet engaged in the turtle industry or the occasional passing vessel. Sharing what you had with others was a way of life in the communities, and the Chisholm family, a little better off than most, learned early to share their blessings. Davis efforts both on land and sea would help to put food on many a table. At a very early age he became skilled in handling a boat on his own- a skill he perfected by taking the family canoe without leave and going off on his own. Older folk will recall the time he went fishing and caught the biggest Jew fish they had ever seen. The fish was so big Davis couldn t get it in the boat by himself. He solved the problem by floating the boat under the fish and swimming ashore beside it. But his high spirits and sense of daring often got him into trouble too. Then many households had a shotgun which farmers used to protect their crops and at the same time provide meat for the table. Davis was fascinated by the one his grandfather owned, and decided he was going to try it out. His chance came one day when his grandfather went in the land to tend his crops and left it behind. He persuaded his young uncle Bernard to accompany him to the beach where they set up pint bottles as targets and had a grand time knocking them off. When they finally returned home, his worried grandmother was waiting for them. She was going to tell on them, she said, and bathe them and put them to bed to await the arrival of Mr. Chisholm.

He decided to teach them a lesson they would not easily forget, by applying, as the old folk said, the board of education to the seat of knowledge and proceeded to whup them good while they were in

In the fifties things began to look up a little in the islands.

recruit seamen to man the large oil tankers being built then. They were taking men as young as sixteen, and Davis turn finally came when he was a mere eighteen.

celebrate his success with family. Sometimes though he celebrated a bit too much like the time he took Bernard s convertible into West Bay and ended up in the bush. His grandmother was horrified-.

him as easily as he had in their young days when Davis persuaded him to join in his escapades, and he had to share in the punishment too.

Gaining American citizenship, he got the opportunity to sail on American ships, increasing his earning power and continuing to improve his skills.

6 He decided to teach them a lesson they would not easily forget, by applying, as the old folk said, the board of education to the seat of knowledge and proceeded to whup them good while they were in bed, with his belt. It was weeks later before he would learn that his wife, had told on them, but her soft heart had also made sure they were well padded with blankets to soften the damage. In the fifties things began to look up a little in the islands. The men had attracted international attention as skilled seamen during the war years, and the construction of a small airport made it possible for shipping companies to set up shop on Grand Cayman to recruit seamen to man the large oil tankers being built then. They were taking men as young as sixteen, and Davis turn finally came when he was a mere eighteen. Sailing to far away places he honed the skills he had learned in those growing -up years in North Side, building a reputation as a reliable and skilled worker, and coming home periodically to celebrate his success with family. Sometimes though he celebrated a bit too much like the time he took Bernard s convertible into West Bay and ended up in the bush. His grandmother was horrified-. The car was Bernard s pride and joy and though she had it repaired and placed back under its covers, Bernard quickly spotted the difference on his return home, and needless to say, did not forgive him as easily as he had in their young days when Davis persuaded him to join in his escapades, and he had to share in the punishment too. When his mother Florence married and moved to live in Texas, she invited him to join them, introducing him to the State where he would eventually make his home. Gaining American citizenship, he got the opportunity to sail on American ships, increasing his earning power and continuing to improve his skills. It was in Texas too that he would meet and marry the love of his life- a beautiful young woman named Alicehis wife of 47 years. Together they would raise a family of five, while he continued to build his career, gaining employment with Marine Engineers Beneficial Association, and working with them for 45 years until his retirement. Establishing a home in Houston, Texas, he would also take an active part in the community in which they lived, becoming both a Mason and a Shriner. He was an Endowed Member of the Park Place Masonic Lodge No. 1172, Master Mason, 38-Year Member, 32 nd. Degree with the Houston Scottish Rite, and a Houston Arabia Shriner s Member. His love of the land continued throughout his life- evidenced to all by the beautiful and productive gardens which surrounded his home wherever they lived.. His garden at Friendswood, where he lived for the last 17 years of his life, was admired by all who saw it. But despite being transplanted to Texas, his love for his homeland, the Cayman Islands did not diminish. As the children grew up and he could afford it, he came home to visit family and friends as often as possible, and made no secret of the fact that he wanted his final resting place to be the Chisholm family cemetery in North Side, overlooking the sea where he had spent so many happy days growing up. Though suffering a mix of health problems he never lost his sense of fun and humour, calling his Cayman family frequently to share and laugh together even to his final days. His passing on July 10 th, leaves a void in the lives of his beloved wife Alice of 47 years, Sons: Doyle Bradley Mellon and his wife Deborah, and Davis Alton Chisholm Jr., Daughters Marti Watts and husband Mallory, and Patricia Chisholm Castillo and husband Charles David. Grand daughters- Amanda Ethridge and husband Elliot; Tammie Garcia and husband Ceasar; Grand sons- Martin Lee Vaughan, Marshall Vaughan, and Doyle Christopher Mellon. One great grand child- Elijah Ethridge. Two sisters- Marjorie Jackson, husband Keith and family of Louisiana, who because of ill-health, was sadly unable to be here today, and Betty Wood, husband Ormann of George Town Grand Cayman and their family. Numerous cousins, other relatives and friends, both here in Cayman and abroad. He was preceded in death by his beloved grandparents, Kenneth and Elvina Chisholm, mother Florence Chisholm Watler, brother Bernard Chisholm, sisters Iris Kirkwood and Altona Ebanks, and daughter Linda Alvarado. May his soul rest in Peace and God s Eternal Love surround and comfort his family.

Donald George Hew Danny March 25, November 14, 2018

Service of Thanksgiving for The Life of Donald George Hew Danny March 25, 1941 - November 14, 2018 Wesleyan Holiness Church West Bay, Grand Cayman Saturday, December 1, 2018 Service at 11:00 am Officiating