Funeral services held at Enterprixe, Utah, Feb. 27, 1950. Conducting: Bishop Leland Huntsman Opening song by choir: “Though Deepening Trials Throng Your Way? Invocation: Amos Frank Terry “0h, My Father” was sung by Ivan Holt, Howard Holt, Deward Terry, Merrill Terry Verna Holt read obituary and paid tribute: Sister Terry was not only a friend to her neighbors, but to strangers as well. When I first came here as a stranger, not know¬ing anyone, she would cross the church to speak to me and make me feel welcome. Others have told me that she did the same with them. I have been in her home many times, and it was always as neat as a pin. She was a wonderful mother and homemaker. She was always strict about paying a full tithing and fast offerings, and observ¬ing the Word of Wisdom. Bishop Huntsman mentioned that Aunt Libbie wanted to get well enough. to come to church and hear two boys who had been in her Primary class, who had been on missions. She had not been able to hear them in Church, but they made the following remarks:
Normand Laubi I feel very much as the Prophet Alma said, “Yea that I were an angel and could have the wish of mine heart, that I might go forth and speak with the trump of God, with a voice to shake the earth, and cry repentence unto every people.”
“Yea, I would declare unto every soul, as with the voice of thunder, repentence and the plan of redemption, that they should repent and come unto our God, that there might not be more sorrow upon all the face of the earth.”
It is on occations of this kind when the Gospel becomes most dear to us. It is the one link with the hereafter. The Apostle Paul said, “If in this life only I have faith in Christ, I am of all men most miserable.” We have consolation in the gospel. The present is a divide between the past and the future. We may look into the future at the peaks of death, and know that we all have to go that way. As we pass down the path into the future, we meet tribulations and sorrow, mists of doubt and worry obscure our vision. Then the words of the Savior come to us, “Though I bo dead, yet shall I live.” Death is not the end, and we need have no fear of it, if we live right. I visited this dear sister many times, after I returned from the mission field. She always greeted us with the same sweet smile of love and affection. The spirit of the Lord and Savior was manifest in her. We need not feel sorrowful in her behalf. She has earned a great reward and stored up treasures in heaven. It was faith that kept her alive as lon as she lived. We blessed her many times and prayed that she might have health and the desires of her heart. Each time she gained strenght and comfort for awhile. The last time was a week ago Sunday. Stanford anointed her and I sealed the anointing. I don’t remember what I said but to myself I thought:” Sister Terry, you need not feel sad, or fear death. Living the good life you have, your joy and happiness will be far beyound anything you can imagine.” The suffering she has endured no more shall she feel. She has ever been cheerful, brave and patient. She showed affection and sweet welcome for all whether friends or strangers.The Apostle Paul said, “Oh, grave where Is thy victory, Oh death, where is thy sting?” That is a message of the gospel that through the death and resurrection of Christ death has lost its sting.
Sister Terry has been a partaker of that gospel, and has been a faithful worker. It is only right that she should be relieved of her terrible pain, and go to her reward. As Pres. Hanson said in Conference yesterday—she will be happy to hear he Father say “Sister Terry, I am glad you have come.” May those who remain be comforted and blessed and carry on in the path she has trod and live worthy to meet her again. Solo by Alma Terry “City Four Square” Talk: Stanford Staheli The Savior went upon a mountain with Peter, James and John. He was transfigured and met Moses and Elias. Just what took place we do not know, but the Apostles said “It is good for us to be here.” And so, it is good for us to be here today, Just befor the Savior was crucified He had great desires for His people. He went into the garden to pray that they might have unity, that they might all be one in spirit and purpose. Has Sister Terry done all she can on this earth, or is her work like the Saviors; to be carried on in the lives of her children and grand children? She has performed a great work and great service. She has done much to bring our hearts together. There is no other time when we are brought together if we are Latter Day Saints as we are at a time like this. Not because she has gone, but because of her faithfulness we are brought nearer to our Father in Heaven.
Sister Terry is not dead. God is not the God of the Death, but of the living. “He that liveth and believeth shall never die.” So Sister Terry shall never die. We should shed tears, not of sorrow, but of joy that we are blessed people. The sting of death is sin. We realize that this is but one act in our exixtence and beyond the grave is another act. Let us think of Sister Terry doing her duties in that other sphere of action among the Primary children, as she labored among the Primary children here.
Remember when the Savior was crucified and placed in the grave. Was He in that grave during that period. His body was, but not His spirit. He went to open the prison doors end preach to those spirits who had been rebellious, and who had not had the privelige of hearing the gospel truths. Sister Terry wont lie in that grave until the resurrection, but her spirit will be laboring among those who have not known the gospel as she has. When we die it is a separation of spirit from the body, and a step forward. The Lord said,” This is my work and my glory bringing to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.” We are His children. Every step is advancement on that road to perfection. The Savior said “Peace I leave with you.”
Many of you are my dear friends. I say unto you: “Let not your hearts be troubled,” The Resurrection Day is near. Oh, that hope, that glorious day when the Lord will reappear. Then we shall be immortal. Let us remember that it is through our Savior and His suffering and the love which He held for us. He suffered and died for us. He rose again and met with His Apostles. Then He was absent again and ascended into Heaven.
I am thankful that I can say of this dear sister that she is worthy to come forth in the morning of the first re¬surrection. “Afterwards they that are Christ’s shall come forth.”
We who are living must carry on as she has. How long we shall be separated from her depends on us. Will we be prepared to meet her? To be united as a family never to be separated? No other people go into the Temples of God, to be sealed to our companions, and have our families for time and eternity. Let us keep our covenants and be prepared. I have little worry about these older people. They learned obedience by the things they suffered. We prayed earnestly that the pain would leave Sister Terry, that she would be relieved, and she was. The Lord in His mercy, has called her home. Arnold Hunt
Truly it is better to be in the house of sorrow and mourning than to be in a house of feasting. We grow and develop by the things which we suffer, and by the efforts we make to gain perfection.
Whenever I did anything that I shouldn’t, she would look at me with that sweet, one-sided smile as I called it and say, “Don’t you know you shouldn’t do that?” Her kind words of reprimand helped me many a time to choose the right. Let’s all live as she has, and be faithful to the things she taught us.
If you don’t believe that you have a spirit within your body, get a stethoscope and place it in your ears, as I have done many times. Then put it to your heart, lungs, and other spots of your body and listen to the life within you; listen to your heart pumping your life’s blood through your body.
Abraham Lincoln was meeting with his Cabinet members during the dark days of the Civil War. One of the men said, “Surely the Lord is on our side.” Lincoln said, “I’m not worried about whether the Lord is on our side. I’m worried about whether we are on the Lord’s side,” We should recognize the hand of the Lord in all things,
Lincoln said, “All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my Angel Mother.”
Iola, Franklin, Alberta, Gilva, Grace, Athna, Arvin, Verona, and Voilet, your mother will be on your side as long as you live. Uncle Prank, she will be on your side, and when your time comes to go, she will be there to meet you with open arms.
(Read the poem Standing on the Seashore) God bless you, brothers and sisters. It’s good to be here today, even on this sad occasion. It’s like coming back home. Yesterday when I came into this valley I said to my aunts and my father and sister, “Every time I look at those hills, something turns over inside of me.” “Oh me,”oh my!” aunts said, “You wouldn’t come back here to live, would you?” I said, “I don’t know. If my wife would come with me, I probably would,” Always remember this occasion and when tempted to do wrong, think of Libbie arid how she would say, “You mustn’t do that.”, and do as she would want you to do. May we* all live worthy to meet her again, is my earnest prayer. “When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day” by Ferren Bunker son-in-law of Aunt Libbie.
Heber Truman
It would be a thrill to me if I knew that it was a request of Aunt Libbie for me to speak today, as it was of the family. I know that she is watching us today, and I would not lie on this occasion. I want to say that I appreciate the life of Uncle Frank and Aunt Libbie and I appreciate your family. I enjoyed farming near your Uncle Prank, and appreciated your witty comments on every occasion, especially when something would go wrong. I appreciate Grace, especially, because she is about my age. She invited me into her home. We were always welcome there. Aunt Libbie took an interest in us and our problems and helped in our work, cur parties and pleasures. If I have any virtues, let me give Aunt Libbie credit for part of them. In my home today, and I like to think under Aunt Libbie’s inspiration, I made notes of some of the things I admired about her.
She bore you, her sons and daughters. For you she went to the portals of death, but she rejoiced for it was to give you life. Let me remind you grandchildren and great-grandchildren, that Aunt Libbie was there at your “birth. She wanted to help welcome you into this world, and she was always interested in your welfare.
She taught you. Into your unfolding mind she poured knowledge of eternal truth by which happiness might be won in the wondrous world she had given you. She taught you to pray, to believe, to trust, to be pure, to be earnest, to be kind.
She trained you. Whenever your developing will led you into unhappy paths, she brought you back to safety. She trained you to obey law and to master yourself. Patiently she helped you to build a noble character, to always be your best and most capable self.
She guided you. When the issues of life confounded you, when you were in doubt as to the course of your conduct, she directed you by wise counsel to righteous conclusions. Thus, you gained in earthly power and inward peace. The memory of her teaching stands as an ever-present guide, pointing toward honest endeavor. When you aspired and achieved, who applauded? It was your own dear mother.
She believed in you. The task that you thought beyond your strength, she assured you was within your accomplishment. By her faith, your courage grew and your self-confidence in¬creased in the face of life’s problems. None, not even your¬self, was prouder of your achievements.
She understood you. Better than anyone else, she fathomed your motives and ideals. She understood when others misunderstood. To her you went with your burdens, secure that your words and purposes would not be misconstrued. She healed your wounds. Happy are you if you can open your hearts to your mother. She was constant in her love for you. Friends might forsake you; failure overwhelm you; dishonor cover you; but her love and yearning for you remained unchanged and unabated, As you suffered, so did she suffer. On her love could you always depend. It was as certain as the everlasting hills.
She is your holiest memory. Among the memories of yesterday, which give direction to the actions of today, the memory of mother stands foremost. Her love was unselfish; her sacrifices uncalculating; her motives, therefore, of perfect purity. She is your highest earthly ideal. As you shape your conduct to her holy memory, the deep satisfaction of life will come to you,
She waits for you. If living she awaits your coming with tender expectancy. If she has passed beyond the veil, she still awaits you and will meet you at your coming. Whether here or hereafter, reunion with her is a precious privelege. To be as our mothers would have us be—there is no finer ambition. Glorious is the joy of those who so live that association with mothers may never end, A mother is a mother still. The holiest thing alive. If her love is returned, she is content; and her wayward child, with poisoned feelings turns heedlessly from her, she still loves on, giving in yearning and solicitude far more than the child deserves. No, she asks nothing in return; nothing for the roses she has transplanted from her own cheeks to those of her darlings, nothing for the hours of vigilence and heart ache during days and nights of sickness; nothing for the thousand self-denials and sacrifices that had to be made that the children in their “teens” might receive proper schooling and appear well with their comrades, nothing for the heartaches caused by thought¬less word or act of wayward youth.
How many times have we done something we knew was not right? How forgiving was your dear mother. These are the things that we should remember about our mother. Motherhood is just another name for sacrifice,
If I could have one prayer answered it would be that we could always keep the thought of such a good woman as Aunt Libbie in our mind to serve as a conscience and help us to shun evil and live right, I pray that she may ever be a conscience for you, her children and grandchildren, to help you to live right. Bishop Leland Huntsman
Sister Terry wished that she could get well enough to walk to Sacrament meeting to thank all of you people for your kindness to her, and bear her testimony. She had a horror of anything less than perfection. She wanted to have her body perfect before she died. Just an hour or two before she died, the Heavens were opened to bless her and she was able to sing Nearer My God To Thee, in a clear voice. She had not been able to talk before or after, but I feel sure that she gained assurance that though her body was crippled still, she would raise it up at the re¬surrection in perfect condition. May God bless and comfort and sustain you that you may meet her again.
“Nearer My God To Thee” quartet: Willard Humphrey, Merrill Terry, Alta Truman, Katie Gentry.
Benediction by Joseph A. Terry
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