Winston "Sarge" Sargeant
Winston C. Sargeant, age 75, entered into peaceful rest 01/27/17 with his loving family by his side. Friends may greet the family Sun. 02/12/17 from 12:-2:pm; share reflections from 2:-3:30pm; A Home Going Service from 3:30pm-5:pm; final viewing held the following day Mon. 02/13/17 from 10:-11:00am, all at BPT. Tabernacle SDA Church, 717 Clinton Ave. BPT. CT. 06604. Internment will proceed to Mt. Grove Cemetery, 2675 North Ave. BPT. CT. For more information cont. CFC 203-334-9999. Share a special memory at communityfuneralchapels.com
Life Story for Winston "Sarge" Sargeant
Winston Charlesworth Sargeant was born in the Parish of St. Paul. He was the son of James McKenzie Sargeant and the first child of Aldene Henry-John. Subsequently to that practice run, she got her license and graduated. She began to use that license and decided to show Sarge, as he was affectionately called, that he was not an accident, but a blessing. She then gave birth to the son of her dreams, your humble servant standing before you.
We were cared for by our Great Uncle Freddy Sargeant and his wife. Winston was academically inclined and every summer, he was always head of his class. In today’s time, he would be called the Val of the class, but in those days, we said “he came first.” However, his education was cut short because of the mentality of the older folk during those days. They felt that you can only amount to something if you tilled the soil. So, at the age of 13, he was taken out of school to help in any way possible with the maintenance of the home and more so, the food we ate and the clothes we wore.
Our mother was not living with us at that time. She was very far away from us. So Winston was considered the “man of the house” at a very early age. That did not stop the sibling conflicts. The neighbors held me down so he could trash me with anything they gave him to use. Throughout the fights, we still managed to love each other dearly.
During that time, our mother was able to full her quiver with four more boys and one girl, which made a total of six boys and one girl. Winston hails from a very large family and if I’m not mistaken, there are a total of 17 siblings. Would those siblings who are here please stand so that people can see why Winston has so much love surrounding him today? It is not just for this occasion, but during his life; Winston was a family person and the glue that brought his siblings together.
In 1962, he migrated to St. Croix USVI, where he was gainfully employed as a plumber. He made friends with many people, who to this day stayed as friends with him and are here to witness his exit out of this troubled world. Everyone who crosses his path can truly say he was a people-person and most think of him as the Priest or mediator of the family circle.
In June of 1986, Winston was invited to Connecticut by his friend Cecil to commence plumbing work on a 29 Unit Complex. The original plan was to complete this project in six months. Unfortunately, the project was halted for financial reasons and never got completed. This set back did not deter Winston. He immediately launched into entrepreneurship. By now he had established great business acumen and was building his clientele rapidly. He was in demand. His motto in life was to satisfy his clients with his end product and he took great pride in doing this, even if it meant staying up until midnight. He did this with style and proficiency. He left his mark of professionalism on every job that was entrusted to him. Winston was a classical plumber. He knew the plumbing job inside out. There were moments when plumbers and amateurs would call him for advice or assistance on how to maneuver or correct a technical plumbing problem. My husband was able to give step by step directions that worked by just listening. Sometimes, he would ask for a picture to visualize the problem clearly and then offered the solution. He was simply the very best! For him, it was not sufficient just being a plumber. In 1994, he enrolled in the Industrial Management and Training Institute in Waterbury, Connecticut and received his HVAC Technician Certificate.
One of Winston’s favorite hobbies was singing. Prior to his thyroid surgery, he had been blessed with a base voice that was second to none. He used it to glorify God. He sang with a variety of groups and choirs in his life time. He was always ready to lend a helping hand. Once, one of his buddy’s decided to join the Brooklawn church choir. His buddy was not sure what part to sing. Winston took him under his care, placed him between two bass singers and informed him that he was going to sing base. It worked.
Winston has been a member of the Brooklawn Seventh-day Adventist Church since 1986.
He served his church in various capacities as a Deacon, Sabbath School Teacher, Elder, and most recently till his illness as the Men’s Ministries Leader. During the period of his illness, Winston has been described by church leaders as the Modern Day Job. He suffered but even with his pains he demonstrated a spirit of calmness and contentment and kept a keen spiritual attitude. Once, a group of elders stopped by to visit Winston. They remained quiet for awhile. Winston had enough of their silence and remarked, “ Am I Job?” You can only imagine what followed next. His sense of humor was observed by his care takers while hospitalized . His presence was felt and they enjoyed attending to him daily. Winston also seized the opportunity to share his faith with many of his caretakers. Most people appreciated Winston’s company. To some, Winston was a no nonsense person , to others he was simply challenging in spiritual matters and political affairs. Winston was passionate about his spiritual life and seek to develop a closer relationship and connection with Christ. Not only was he concerned about his spiritual life but also showed much urgency about the spiritual lives of his friends and families. Winston has touched many lives. He has lived a life of service. He will be greatly missed by his family, prayer group, close friends, and church family. I look forward to that great getting up
morning when I will see his face again. Rest in peace.