r.i.p papi you were the best gran-dad ever!! im so happy for be being your grand-daughter you were the most jovial person even at the end of your journey,love lots i will keep all the memories i shared with you.

Sorry to hear of the passing of my dear uncle hartwell may your soul rest in peice.I love you as always,you were a very kind and loving uncle. to miss Meggie and all my cousins be strong and may you all find some comfort in the lord..

My sympathy to Miss Meggie and the rest of family on the passing of Mr. Murry. He was a very kind and loving person, he was a man who was loved and respect by all who came in contact with him. I remember as a child going to calabash Bay and seing him, He took everybody children as his own, when he was giving to his kids, everyone became his own, he always share with others too.Take comfort in knowing that he's resting in the arms of Jesus. It's hard to loose a loved one, but God always have a shoulder to lean on, and He'll give strenght in these difficult time. Keep the faith and God bless you all.
R.I.P Mr. Murry.

My dear grandfather Heartwel everytime i think of your passing their are lots of tears in my eyes my heart is so full because i love you so very much.There is something that all your children,grand,greatgrandchildren will remember and that is you are the most jovial person every and we will all ways love and misses you but will every remember you. love always(sis)

I was so sorry to hear of the passing of Mr. Moxam. It was a great pleasure to meet him when I was taking his photo for the Profile. His loving personality and caring ways just came rushing through his persona. And his smile just warmed me up and made me smile back.

I know he will be missed by all who loved him dearly. But I will also say, his loving and kind ways show through in his children and that will cause his memory to live on and on.

Rest In Peace Mas Hartwell.

The passing of Uncle Hartwell (on Friday, October 1, 2010) represents not only the loss of a member of our family, but the loss of a legend in our Treasure Beach community.

Imbued with an extra helping of the famous Moxam humour, “Missa Morrie,” as we fondly called him, brought untold laughter to some six generations of our family – even in his craftiness he was still delightful! and then there’s the matter of his impeccable memory. He served as an invaluable resource to the past – a past that is fading with the passing of each member of his generation.

He will be greatly missed.

With deepest sympathies to Sta Meggy, their children, grandchildren and his sisters, Aunt Joyce and Aunt Deita,

Love,
-Mar

So long Missa Morrie. I will surly Miss you. and I won't forget you around all of us (brothers and sisters). The fond memories we had you were in fishing, you told us a lot of stories and jokes. R.I.P

Love,

Big Youth

The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God. our deepest sympathies to sta meggy and children rest in peace mas hartwell.


from sta vie and children.

Our condolensces to the Moxam family on the passing of Mr. Murray. Mr. Murray lived a long and respectful life and has touched the lives of many he came in contact with.

He was a very close friend of the Parchment family. After the death of my parents, we relied on him for assistance in managing our family home.

I would like to extend sympathies to his dear beloved wife, Miss Meggie, and pray for comfort and the Lord's guidance. He will be greatly missed by her after such a long marriage.

May his soul rest in peace as I am sure he is now with the angels!

His humor will be greatly missed!

From Cowdrey and family

My sincere condolence to the families and friends of Mr Moxom. I know this will be a time of sadness and grief but with comfort from all those around you and with Gods Blessing he will carry you through to the end.
May his soul now rest in peace.
Murnel---Septy and Atilly's daughter.

To sister Meggy and the rest of family.
My brother is gone from us here,but he will be reunited with all his loved ones who went on before.So be comforted in knowing that death is not the end,but the means by which we are born into everlasting life.
We shall meet again my brother we shall meet again.When we all get to heaven we shall meet you there. Brother Vawhn.

My deepest and sincere sympathy to the bereave family of Mr. Hartwel Moxam. Just to let you know my family and I are thinking of you at this moment as we share your loss. I hold in my memory of him when I visited Jamaica last year after I lost my Husband. He gave me comforting words I will never forget. A wise and assumeing man.Earth,s loss is Heaven gain...May his soul reat in Peace. Ruth Swaby and Family. ENGLAND.

Our thoughts and prayers goes out to the whole Moxam family.I can certainly empathize with you because our mother went similarly,Keep strong,Keep the faith.Our prayers are with the family,may God comfort you all in this time of sarrow.

From:Carol,Urie and the rest of the Dawkins family.

THE EULOGY, DELIVERED AT HIS FUNERAL SERVICE ON OCTOBER 16, 2010, BY HIS NEPHEW, EARL MOXAM
(Slightly abridged)


I�ll begin with an encounter about twelve years ago.

I was on my way to Calabash Bay and he was on his way from that same place where for years untold he and his brothers had toiled to earn their keep in that treacherous sea so wide and deep.

Now, imagine my shock when I realized that well beyond his three scores and ten he was once again braving those waves to fend for himself!

So, in great distress I said, �Uncle, you are too old to be doing this still!� And he with a chuckle and his ready wit, said �No, mi son, a dis a keep mi fit!�

My pain grew more when he showed me a finger that was so inflamed that it could no longer retract but stuck out from the rest in a permanent state of rigid protest.

Again I started to express alarm, but he, as ever, had a quick reply: �Since it out deh already it save me the trouble to bring it back in and put it out again!�

So, since I could not put one over on him I had to settle for this comforting thought: If at 70-plus he was still strong enough to go to sea, maybe he was right; just maybe this would take him to a ripe old age.

Well, here we are, more than a decade on, and he at 88, outlived and out laughed all his brothers from his parents� marriage.

He was the first to come and the last to go, and without question, he did it HIS WAY!

It was in 1922 that he first saw light and little did Norman and Alice know of the adventures they had just let loose on the world!

As the eldest boy he was the leader in many escapades which incurred the wrath of Granny Alice.

She was a no nonsense mother who relied on the bible as a guide for keeping her children on the straight and narrow path� and from that guide she seemed to develop a special fondness for the rod that ensured that no child would be spoiled!

My own father, Carl, seemed to have been in greatest need of that corrective rod� at least that�s what Uncle Hartwell said!

And even in his final days he would roar with mirth as he recalled the speed that my dad deployed in those bow legs of his to escape the wrath up on Moxam Hill!

It was Grandpa Norman who often would intervene and beg forgiveness on behalf of the young rascals who once again had broken the rules.

As children they learned the lessons of hard work, honesty and discipline from their parents.

It is almost unbelievable today, and if I had not heard it from my own father and Uncle Hartwell and Uncle Gosten, perhaps I would have dismissed it as a myth. But they all described to me the journeys they made as boys with their father, Norman, on foot from Treasure Beach in St. Elizabeth, to a little village near Darliston in Westmoreland, to purchase live chickens.

But that was only the beginning! They then began an incredible walk from Westmoreland to Coronation Market in Kingston to sell those birds!

So, let�s begin that journey with them as they make their way up through Brompton� and Holland Bamboo Avenue� and Santa Cruz.

Can you feel the tiredness in your legs and the burning of your calloused feet as you reach the start of the great Spur Tree Hill?

And the pain in your lungs as with increasing stress you put one foot ahead of the other to make that ascent beside the donkeys bearing the burden of those crates with the birds?

And when you reach the summit of that hill and pause just for a moment to catch your breath, you then realize that you must push on for not even half the journey is done.

And they knew not whether around the next bend was a snarling foe or a smiling friend.

But think as well of the pride they felt in accomplishing that feat� and the good humour of the friendships formed along the way.

I say, good humour, because that was Pa Norman�s trademark. No one could be around him long and not have cause to smile, for he looked at the world through windows of joy, undimmed by the challenges he had faced and overcome.

Such as that day when in a Cuban field, he was almost shot because he happened to be on spot when a group of workers decided to protest for better pay to cut those acres of cane.

And on his way home on a boat from Cuba, one of his brothers died and he had to break the sad news to his parents, Richard and Louisa Moxam� my great grandparents.

With such examples of hard work and persistence, it was no surprise that Uncle Hartwell went off to the United States in the 1940s as one of the pioneers in the US-Jamaica Farm Work Programme.

This long running programme got started because of the shortage of American workers, many of whom had gone off to fight Hitler in World War Two.
He worked hard on those farms and returned with stories aplenty and with these he regaled us for the rest of his long and colourful life.

And along that journey he paused to marry young Edna Gordon. To her children, grandchildren, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law she is Mammy, but for us the many nieces and nephews, she is the loving Sta Meggy; or as my mother always said, �Ole Meg�, even before she qualified as old!

And for us as children there never was a visit that was not rewarded with a piece of cake or bully beef patty or that special brand of gizzada� you know the one with the hot juice seeping through the wrap and running down your hand so that you had to follow it in hot pursuit with your tongue all the way down to your elbow, lest even a drop should escape and fall to the ground!

When his many children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews speak of Uncle Hartwell there is only one reaction: we all break out in smiles� followed by chuckles� then uncontrollable laughter!

You just can�t help it because there are so many stories and escapades to recall.

And some of those were of such a nature that he had to develop an alter ego to pull them off. So, for those special occasions he was �Mr. Murray�, or �Missa Morrie�.

His partner in crime, so to speak, was often his boyhood friend, Jasil Parchment, and to the very end, he was always ready with a Jasil story for me. (Maybe that�s because I married Uncle Jasil�s niece!)

The Moxam family is generally characterized by good humour and great story tellers, but each one has his own brand.

Uncle Osmond, for example, was a practical joker who elicited laughter; not so much from his stories but by the tricks he would play on others.
Stagga, with his strong Brethren discipline, chose his moments carefully and usually in between a lesson from the scriptures!
Uncle Gosten had the unique gift of telling the most hilarious jokes without seeming to enjoy them himself. You saw hardly a crack of a smile or a glint in his eyes even as he left his audience rolling on the floor.

But for Missa Morrie there was no holding back! Even before the first word was out his eyes would come alive and the chuckling would commence.
And by the time he was at the end you could hardly hear the punch line, because he was already beyond control!

But despite the strength and vigour of the best, the years do go by and our finite days draw to a close.

Uncle Hartwell knew that well and he embraced it with his own special spirit.

And, true to form, at the very end, his wit did not abandon him. He had lived his life like a bare knuckle boxer of old and had overcome all his foes in the four-cornered ring of life�s adversities.

But as the end drew nigh he smiled and said to a special granddaughter: �It look like Pappy get a knockout punch this time, baby. I don�t think I will be able to get back up.�

He was right about that physical bout; but Pappy�Uncle Hartwell�Missa Morrie lives on in our hearts and will never be forgotten.

In the great continuum of life, he was a vital link. His grandfather; my great grandfather, Richard �Sonny� Moxam, was born in 1864, 146 years ago, and died at 75 in 1939 (71 years ago). His father, Norman, who was born in 1896, died at age 83 in 1979.

Now, 88 years after his birth in 1922, he has gone to be with them; but he has left with us the vital stories of their lives, their struggles and their triumphs.

So, that�s three generations of Moxams, cutting across three centuries: the 19, 20th and the 21st.

He produced 17 children and leaves behind 44 grandchildren, 37 great grandchildren and, believe it or not, one great, great grandchild!

Many of these descendants are now making significant strides in life, building on the sacrifices that their parents, grandparents and great grandparents made.

And they are doing so in an atmosphere of love and laughter, which is the great legacy of our beloved and dearly departed patriarch.

They are now the next links in that chain that connects us to our past and will carry us forward to the next century and beyond.

I still remember Grandpa Norman�s gentle smile. Just about now it is probably getting broader and the twinkle is breaking through, as he shakes his legs and prepares to embrace his eldest child who left us with smiles mixed with our tears.

So, walk good, uncle; walk good; and tell dem other ones howdy for us, as we journey still on this side of the great divide.

EarlThank you for posting this nice eulogy of uncle hartwellSo we could all read it as I did so teaRs running down my face and smiles at the same time.only God knows the heartaches and pain I have since papa died 9 months ago,but life goes on.hopefully the rest of us grandchildren can keep the moxam family together.

Thanks for that Earl,that was a great eulogy and well deserved. May his soul Rest in Peace.

A very good eulogy cousin Earl, not only of our dear Uncle but a peak into our own history. He will be greatly missed, Moxam town is sadly changing. it is now down to our generation to keep the Moxam spirit alive.

RIP Uncle, I know you will get a great reception from all your brothers and sisters that have sadly gone before you, I know my father, Evan, who passed 16 years ago will be greeting you with open arms.

To Jenice, Leroy and my other Cuz in the UK, I'm grateful that you appreciated the eulogy. I thought it was important to share as much as I did, not only about Uncle Hartwell, but also the rest of the family from which he came. There's a lot to be proud of in our family heritage.

Thank you so much earl for posting the eulogy, now that i'm not crying i can get some laughter even tho my eyes started to fill up with tears... it was such a great eulogy about our family so many things i did not know even tho papi told me alot... and as you mentioned the part "papi got a knocked out punch baby" i remembered it was to me that was the last laughter i got from my grandfather... he will always be in my memories....love him deeply

Thank you all for the condolences on the passing of my beloved father, for all who could make it to the funeral and who could not make it but was able to call,We really appreciated it. For the pass four weeks it has been the saddest time of my life i loved my father so much.. Thank you earl for the eulogy alot of his grandchildren didn't know he walked those journey with his father, thank you my cousin may the lord guide you and protect you with whatever you do and wherever you go... i miss you my beloved father in life in death with tears flowing from my eyes i know you are resting in peace sleep on my beloved