On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame, and I loved that old cross where the dearest and blessed of a world of loss sinners were slain.
In the cool hills of Kentucky, in the district of Tower Hill, St. James, Jamaica, a bouncing baby girl, named Morah, was ushered into the lives of the late Henry and Louise Porter on June 21, 1920. She was the fifth of eleven children, nine of whom, namely, Ida, Eulalee, Rosena, Lucille, Alfred, Weston, Sylvester, Byron and Son, predeceased her.
She attended the Tower Hill Elementary School, and by all accounts, was a very brilliant girl who had the potential to become a lawyer had it not been for economic setbacks. She was blessed with a sharp mind that never failed her throughout her life. Her memory was incredible. While some of us today would have struggled to repeat, word-for-word, one chapter in the book of psalms, Auntie Morah had no such problem repeating if not all most of the chapters in the book of Psalms, even into her 90s.
Having left school at the required age of 15, she went off to Kingston to seek employment. Having worked in Kingston for some time she returned to her hometown of Montego Bay and started to work as a nanny or as we would say these days, babysitter. She cared for many of Montego Bay's prominent business figures, such as the late insurance mogul and Custos of the parish, William "Billy" Craig and others.
She took great pride in her dressing, which she maintained up to the time of her death, which might have been the only problem her caregivers had with her; she had to be well-dressed! Being this attractive young lady, she caught the sight of the late Alpheus Bucknor, to whom she got married, and they both enjoyed 55 years of blissful marriage ending in accordance with the marriage vow ''till death do us part" The marriage produced eight of the most loving, kind and caring children any parent would have wanted. Let me take the time to acknowledge them.
Mrs. Ivette Montaque (Ms. B) - Mother of the family
Bertram -Father of the family
Ellis, Claud, (Financer)
Mrs. Yvonne Walters (Sunshine) -the public relations officer of the family, she ensured that all relatives, the Gordon's, the Robinson's, Bucknor's and Porter's were acknowledged into the family fold.
Mrs. Merlene Shim (Nancy) - Supervisor. Auntie Morah would ensure that Nancy checked her medication before she took it.
Lloyd (son-in law) -loved her and cared for her as if she was his own mother, and she in tum loved him as if he was her biological son.
Mrs. Maureen Bucknor (daughter-in-law) was the daughter while Auntie Morah lived in Jamaica
She lived in the community of Irwin, St. James and was well respected by everyone. Auntie Morah was an ardent Seventh Day Adventist and lived her Christian life in keeping with the songwriter "If l could help somebody as I travel along, then my living would not be in vain," and so her doors were opened to everyone. Church brothers and sisters had an open invitation to lunch on Sabbaths, and family members and strangers were always welcomed. Her home was a home of love and fellowship.
Let me recall an incident which proves this. Yvonne (Sunshine) in her younger years went to Montego Bay and met this young lady, whom during their conversation told her she was homeless. Yvonne, without seeking her mother's consent (there was no phone, Whatsapp, or instant messaging in those days), took the young lady home with her, knowing she would be welcomed by her mother. As they were taught from a young age, to love and care for others.
Every brother and sister, and most of us nieces and nephews, have at some point in time spent some memorable times at Auntie Morah's house, not because it was big but because she was a caring sister and aunt and was regarded as the matriarch of the family.
After the death of her husband, the children decided to relocate her here to the U.S. and took the best care of her until the time of her death. Her greatest wish was to see her only surviving sibling come through in March of this year, her brother, Jasper, Ninety (90) years of age, whom she had not seen for 15 years visited her in Atlanta.
They spent 4 glorious months together, and when he left in July, both of them having a deep feeling of satisfaction.
Ninety-six (96) years, what a blessing and she gratefully acknowledged it.
Aunty Morah, "how are you?" "Ah! my dear, I am giving the Lord thanks for another day." That was always her saying.
Then he'll call me someday to my home far away where his glory forever I'll share. She answered that call on the 11th of September at approximately 11am.
So, I'll cherish the old rugged cross till my trophies at last I lay down, I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown.
Mama, Grandma, Auntie Morah, you have now laid down your trophies and your crown now awaits you in glory.
Sadly missed by her 8 children, 1 brother, 30 grandchildren, 52 great-grandchildren, 7 greatgreat-grandchildren, 5 daughters-in-law, 1 son-in-law, 3 sisters-in-law, nieces, and nephews.
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