As the song goes, " Here we are again, that old familiar place" - a road one doesn't like to travel. but none-the-less, today we gather to pay homage to the bouncing baby boy, who made his entrance into this world on September 14, 1958. This handsome baby boy, born to Sylvia Louise Johnson and Edwars "Bulky" Deveaux (both deceased) was given the name Godfrey Francis Deveaux. "Gully" as he was affectionately called by family and friends, was well-mannered , with a great sense of humour, and so he was able to turn almost anything into a joke.

His cousins would recall the many times he caused them to get beating from Aunt Marge. When they saw Godfrey coming home, they would quietly lock the door, and would only open it when they saw their mom coming. Happy to be inside, yet still not missing an oppourtunity to get even, for the first fifteen minutes Godfrey would say " I, I, I, I, so, so, so, so, ha, ha, ha, happy you , you,you, you, come, come, come, come, home, caus, caus, caus, dey, dey, dey, wa, wa, wa, wa, smo, smo, smo, smoking." Godfrey would go to any length for a joke, even convincing a 200lb. friend jump into a foodstore trolly, then push her in the street - very slow in the begining to calm her before picking up speed then letting the trolly run into the bush.

Knowing how fast your minutes would go on the cell phone, and how long it would take Godfrey to say "thanks for calling, good to hear from you, tell everybody hello, I love all of you", many would call Godfrey, let the phone ring 2 or 3 times, hung up and wait for him to call back. There are many humorous stories that can be told about Godfrey, and we're sure friends and colleagues would agree, as they too have some of their own.

During summer breaks, Godfrey would travel to Grand Bahamas, to his aunt Marge, where he worked as a Bus Boy, at the Xanadu Beach Hotel, as well as the Bahamas Princess Towers, under the watchful eyes of Mr. Bridley Farrington. Receiving his education at Jordan Memorial and Prince Williams School, upon completion of High School he joined the Royal Bahamas Police Force, where he served his country for several years, and was a drummer in the Police Band.

Having a love for Grand Bahamas, he relocated there and to the surprise of everyone, he followed in the footstep of his father, a Taxi Driver. His family thought this move was very humorous, as it was always a family joke of how Godfrey and his sister Gay (deceased) were afraid of 'white perople'. So much so, that when their father would pick up a fare, and they were in the car, they would cry from the time the people entered, until they reached their destination. In fact, on many occasions, in order not to lose his fare, 'UNCLE BULK" as we called him would have to make a detour and bring them home, which he was never pleased about! Godfrey made his first step for food, and to this day, we wonder, if those "white people" had offered him food, would he have stopped crying! Due to the Grand Bahama economy, Godfrey upon the invitation from his cousin Chad (deceased) moved to George Town, Exuma, where he gained employment as a "Security Officer" and at the time of his death was working at February Point Resort.

On Sunday, October 28th, family and friends received the shocking news of Godfrey's death.