our deepest sympthy goes to the moxam family on the passing of a dear Brother,Dad, uncle,Witwort
other wise call (stalee)he was a loving person he will be mist by his relatives and frinds and all who know him
may his soul rest in peace

friend of family

Stagalee may your soul rest in peace- as a child growing up I have memories of you always wistling in the hill. To your family left behind remember the great memories.

Uncle Stag we miss you. You were a very loving and kind Uncle we will cherish the memories we shared with you.It was so sad to watch you go... Your going to be greatly missed- by your family who loves you dearly... love you my uncle your niece Fay and the extended Moxam family.....

We would like to extend our deepest sympathy to The James family on yhe passing of your brother, uncle and brother-in-law Stagga. You are in our prayers.

Fr: Adelaide, Ralph, all the children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

i`d like to send my sympathy to the moxam family on the passing of their beloved one withworth moxam gone but never forgotting may your soul rest in peace






love always your grand neice

may ur soul rest in peace uncle sorri didnt make it to ur funeral i love u even wen ur dead

STAGGA

He sat still at first, watching its every move; this creature of the sea, fearful to most, dreaded by all.

The shark had smelled blood and was in search of prey. It eyed the fishermen in the boat; they stared back at it, startled at his presence, but expecting it to lose interest and go before long.

But the shark persisted and would not budge, except to circle the boat, awaiting its chance.

The only thing that separated it from its prey was the three-inch thickness of the wood that made the canoe in which the three fishermen sat.

Most would cling to that shelter and beat at hasty retreat, leaving the creature in their wake.

But not Stagga. With an angry shout he leaped from the boat, high above the raging sea and then onto the back of the puzzled shark!

His terrified companions stared in shock and amazement, expecting to sea a spreading pool of blood as the shark made a meal of their friend gone mad.

But then something even stranger happened! The shark which only a moment before was a picture of menace and strength was now the prey, seeking escape.

It was now the frightened one, wanting to get away from this strange man!

And so, with a swish of its tail it struggled from his grip, and off it swam in search of an easier meal.

That experience typified the man in his younger years - fearless, daring and strong.

This belied the fact that he had suffered many setbacks in early life. Among other things he inherited his mother’s asthma trait; the foe that took her away when he was still just a young boy.

But with the loss of his mother, Alice, he was not to be left without love - the love of his gentle father, Norman, eleven siblings, aunts, uncles, sisters in law, brothers in law, and, later a step-mother (Bertha) whose love he returned like a son.

His growing-up years were full of carefree fun. He loved adventure and risk, exploring far and wide, even rediscovering the Pedro Banks and the richness they held for the generations that would follow.

It was during these years that he gained a name, coined from a popular song; and so Witworth became known as Staggalee… then Stagga… and even Stag.

These were terms of endearment for his ever widening circle of friends and those who loved him best… his children whom he cherished… and nourished… and held so dear.

And there was no nephew who escaped a ‘hux’ in a freshly trimmed head from his giant calloused hands. And when a young boy’s head could not be found, even the girls got their share, but usually, for them, it was a smell and a giant bear hug.

And he always had a gift; from a sweet, to a mango, or a sweetsop, and most famous of all, a bowl of piping hot cornmeal porridge!

The carefree Stagga gave way somewhat to a more sober side in midstream when he drew closer to God and began a different mission in life.

But even as he meditated on the other world beyond the veil he did not lose interest in life in this one and those in it.

He loved us still but sought to set us straight; which meant for his children a mix of the stern hand of Granny Alice, tempered by the gentle smile of Grandpa Norman.

Throughout his life, Stagga fought a sterling battle with that old enemy, asthma. But this did not deter him from working hard, whether at “Forka”, on the Pedro Banks or, in later years, his fishing supplies shop.

He was determined to be independent in life and remained so almost until death.

He has left many to mourn in the wake of that death, but even in grief we cannot help but smile at the memories we have of one so dear. Just witness the faces that have traveled from wide and far and see evidence of one who in life touched us all in a special way.

We will never forget; nor should we, the love of a brother… a father… an uncle dear.

We love you back Stagga; rest assured.


(Delivered by his nephew, Earl Moxam, at the funeral service - Saturday, July 19, 2008)