Obituary of Havergal McCled Worrell

Mr. Havergal McCled Worrell Sunrise February 28, 1946 Sunset February 7, 2021 Havergal McCled, affectionately known as Cled or Buggie, was born in Ayshford St. Thomas on the beautiful island of Barbados, land of the Flying Fish and Coucou. Cled loved his sister, Maureen’s salt fish and coucou. Her style was passed down from their mother. Cled was the last of three children born to Enid (Dee) Worrell. His father was Athelbert Greaves (Sunny). Cled’s early education was at Holy Innocent Boys’ School. His education continued at St. Anthony’s Private School in Bridgefield, St. Thomas. Cled had an inquisitive mind and would assemble and disassemble things – especially electronics. Without fear, he would take apart his own bicycle or someone else’s, and get pleasure and exude confidence as he reassembled it – triumphantly. He had a love for music. He would incorporate his technical skills by taking apart radios so he could get his hands on the electronic speakers inside of them. After leaving school, Cled hung out at Hopewell Plantation House and he became a very close friend with the manager’s son and with his fellow workers at the plantation house. It was in that environment that Cled took a liking for the outdoors and gardening which led him to become a landscaper. Cled was not limited to one occupation. He fell in love with upholstery and began learning the trade in Barbados. He liked it so much that he enrolled in a correspondence course at a Texas school to further his studies and learn the American method of upholstery. He decided that upholstery would be his profession. He relished the idea of moving to Texas to pursue his dream job. However, his grandmother, who had helped raise him and his siblings, advised him to move to Boston instead and stay with his big sister Maureen. He obeyed her but his heart still had that Texas-shaped hole in it. This is borne out by his occasional reminder to Maureen, “I could have gone to Texas” . She laughingly replied, “You just saying that, but you don’t mean it because you wouldn’t have survived in Texas.” Cled arrived in Boston on March 18, 1979. The following day, his sister who was working with a patient living at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Boston, took him to work with her. Maureen was so excited to have her younger brother with her as she ran errands and got to show him life in the City of Boston, his new home in America. Unlike his older brother Carl who was very outgoing, Cled was an introvert. One day in Barbados, Cled and his sister got into a little struggle and with no grown-ups in the house, Maureen shut Cled out and would not let him back in. Cled waited outside, armed with stones and each time she opened a window, he would target her. She quickly closed the window to avoid being hit. Unlike other kids who would have gone off to play or ask to be forgiven, Cled sulked for a while. But like children the incident was eventually forgotten, all was forgiven and the incident was chalked up to kids being kids. As adults, sister and brother would occasionally relive some of those childhood memories. While conversing on the phone he would say to her, “You better watch out or I’ll come over there and throw some big rocks at yuh, girl”. Cled was to the point and when he was through chatting on the phone, it was, “I was talking to you long enough, I got to go”. And click! Cled had an inner strength. His actions were stronger than his words. After Cled’s migration to Boston, he worked at Freddie’s Upholstery Company in Brookline for eleven years before the company moved to Watertown. He really liked his work and got along very well with his co-workers and boss. However, one day he was told he was expected to work on MLK’s birthday because of a special project; he was given an ultimatum – work or be terminated. Cled stuck to his decision not to work on that day and lost the job he loved so much. Later on, he secured another position in Everett and worked there for a period of time until his health began to fail. Cled suffered many ailments but none of them stopped him from cooking what he wanted and baking his pone. He remained a dialysis patient until the day he died never missing a treatment. But he was always there after his treatment collecting his Dunkin doughnuts and coffee at the hospital shop. He can no longer get his weekly coffee and doughnut at Carney Hospital. However, if there’s a Dunkin Donuts franchise over there, he will surely being enjoying it. Cled was brave to the end. He carried himself with dignity and never wanted to burden family or friends. He lived his life on his own terms and had many adventures. He was a good brother and family member. He was a loyal and excellent friend. We will miss his laughter, his cooking, his music, his craft and his loving spirit. But we will remember him when we gather at family functions, sit on furniture he upholstered, eat his favorite meals, look at his elegantly posed photos, play his favorite tunes or when we say our prayers and wipe the tears forming at the corners of our eyes. Much Love Cled. Rest from your labor. Cled is survived by his wife Ingrid; sister Maureen Worrell of Boston; brothers Clayton and Anthony Bispham, of Barbados; Henderson Small (and wife Donna) of Canada; step-children David, Jullian, and Heather Foster and five others; Cled was the double brother-in-law of Ina Worrell; uncle of Anna Worrell-Springer (and husband David), Donna Worrell-Alleyne (and husband Lawrence); (the late)Tyrone Springer; Grace Worrell–Watts (and husband Wilfred), uncle of Coleen Worrell, Kevin Ishmael, and Ian Ishmael of Boston; Vernon, Stephen, and Wayne Worrell, great uncle of Samantha Cain, Olivia Alleyne Andrews, Shaneice Alleyne-White (and husband Kenroy,) Javan Alleyne, all of Barbados; and twenty-one other nieces and nephews; other relatives include the Boyce, Rock, Broomes, Greaves, Sealy and Inniss Families; Rev.Melba Williams (and husband Alsender); Friends include: Rev. Winston Crichlow, the Goddard and Christian Families; The Beulah Church family and many more relatives and friends too numerous to mention and you as well. Cled -- Rest in Peace. We Will Meet You Again in the Morning. Cled I will miss you. I love you, your Sister, Maureen.