Mildred Clements Obituary

Sis. Mildred Clements, 85, wife of deceased pastor Bro. William Clements, passed away December 26, 2008 in Clarksville. The funeral arrangements are as follows:

Visitation: Sunday, Dec. 28th, 3:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m.
Monday, Dec. 29th, 12:00 p.m. - 1:00 p.m.
Funeral: Monday, Dec. 29th, 1pm
Sykes Funeral Home
424 Franklin St.
Clarksville, TN
Ph. 931-647-1562

The funeral will be held at 1 p.m. Monday at Sykes Funeral Home with Bishop Ray C. Wynn and Minister David W. Taylor officiating.

Burial will be in Coleman-Tatum Cemetery.

Sis. Clements was born in Houston County, Tenn., on May 5, 1923, to the late Irvin and Mattie VonSchmitto Coleman. She was married to the late Pastor William Stokes Clements for 54 years, serving as a faithful pastor's wife, mother and friend to all who knew her.

She graduated from Central School in Montgomery County on April 29, 1938, and was a member of the Church of God of Prophecy for 69 years. She was also preceded in death by three brothers, Willie, Boyd and Ryan Coleman; one son, William James Clements; and one grandson, Gary Clements.

She is survived by sons, Billy of Scurry, Texas, Donald of Pottsboro, Texas, Darrell of Clarksville, Ricky of Cleveland, Tenn.; daughter, Annette (David) Taylor of Cleveland, Tenn.; brother, J.D. (Vivian) Coleman of Clarksville; grandchildren, Robert, Kenny and Steven Clements, Lisa
Schwichtenberg, Tracey Christian, Alan Clements, Sloane, Blair and Bud (Darrell Jr.) Clements, Lee and Michael Taylor; stepgrandchildren, Pat, Sheila and Connie; as well as numerous great- and great-great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews.

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