Invocation: Curtis Mathews (grandson)


May 19, 1979, 11:00 A.M.,
Roy 2nd Ward, Roy, Utah

Officiating: Darl R. Field

Family Prayer: Thomas A. Mathews (son)

Prelude: Maxine Corry

Invocation: Curtis Mathews (grandson)

Our Heavenly Father, as we bow our heads before Thee this
afternoon we wish to give Thee thanks for all the many blessings we
enjoy in our lives. We are especially grateful for the opportunity
we have to meet here as family, friends and of thy beloved son. We
are grateful for him and the examples he set for us, living a
righteous life, enduring to the end. We ask Thee now that Thou will
be with the friends of the family and the loved ones that they will
be comforted with thy spirit, and assure us that he has conducted
his life and the opportunity we will have again to be together as
family and friends.

We ask at this time a special blessing on those who will
participate on the program that their tongues will be loosed and
they will say the things that they have -prepared and that will be
pleasing unto Thee and to themselves.

We ask Thee also that Thou will bless us as friends and
relatives unceasingly at this time, the prayers we have in our
hearts. These things we say in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Vocal Solo: “In the Garden” by June Heiser,
accompanied by Maxine Corry

Bishop Field:

Sister Mathews, the Mathews Family, friends of the Mathews
Family, and to you brothers and sisters here. We have gathered
today to pay our final respects for a loved one who has been called

Bishop Field then read the following from
the Obituary in the Ogden Standard Examiner, 17 May 1979

Benjamin Lynn Mathews, 86, of 2310 W. 5175
S.,Roy, Utah, was dead on arrival at the McKay-Dee Hospital
Wednesday, May 16, 1979.

Mr. Mathews was born Dec. 26, 1892, at Beaver,
Utah, a son of Thomas C. and Mary Ellen Eyre Mathews.

He was married to Esther Black on June 2,
1915,in the Manti LDS Temple.

He was a school teacher at Beaver and Garfield
County, Utah, and had been principal of the Antimony, Utah
Elementary School. He served on the Garfield County School Board.
He had been a dairyman and farmer in Antimony.

He attended the University of Utah.

He was a member of the Roy 2nd LDS Ward and
served as Garfield Stake clerk for 35 years. He was a member of the
Garfield High Council and had been bishop of the Antimony Ward. He
had been scoutmaster and active in the YMMIA and Sunday School.

He had been Antimony Town Clerk for many years,
had served on the Antimony Town Board and had been secretary of the
East Fork and Antimony Bench Ditch Companies.

Surviving are his widow of Roy; seven sons and
four daughters, Gerald L. Mathews, Wendell E. Mathews, both of
Provo; Thomas A. Mathews, Washington, B.C.; Dasil G, Mathews,
Vacaville, Calif.; M. Kay Mathews, Logan; Paul Mathews, Blackfoot,
Idaho; Stanford Mathews, Ogden; Mrs. Lee (Naomi) Baker, Salt Lake
City; Mrs. Charles (Celia) Cowley, Venice, Utah; LaRae Mathews, Roy; Mrs. Carlisle (Pauline)
Hulet, Summit, Utah.

Also surviving are 45 grandchildren and 36
great-grandchildren; two sisters, Mrs. Aletha Gillins and Mrs.
Sherman (Pauline) Woods, both of Minersville, Utah.

Sketch and Tribute by Gerald L. Mathews (son)

Brothers and sisters, this is going to be the hardest thing in
my life, I have always had it in the back of my mind that sometime,
somewhere, I would talk at my father’s funeral. I am here
representing the family this day. As I represent my father’s
family today, brothers and sisters, I am very proud and very happy.
In talking to my sister this morning I said, “I don’t
know whether I am going to do it or not, or whether anything would
ever come out. She said, “Just talk like you do to the High
Priests and everything will be all right.”

As I review my father’s life, brothers and sisters, I see
a life with a lot of faith, a life of hardship, a life of love, a
life of community service, a life as the patriarch of a large
family, as you see here today and this is just some of us. If you
look at 11 children, 45 grandchildren and now 36
great-grandchildren, some who have known him well. Some who as late
as Sunday, when we had an opportunity of visiting with Mother and
Dad on Mother’s Day, didn’t want to leave him alone. As
we were leaving one little grandson, that we had with us, just kept
going back and giving his great-grandfather a big hug. His
great-grandfather returned that hug five or six times, just as if
he didn’t want to let go. I am sure at that time Dad knew
exactly what was happening to him and that it would probably only
be a few days that he’d pass from us.

Dad was born of goodly parents, as Bishop Field has mentioned,
Thomas Cartwright and Mary Ellen Eyre Mathews of Beaver, Utah,
December 26, 1392, a long time ago. Some of you in this audience
probably know of conditions at that particular time. They were not
easy. There were no automobiles, you went places by horse and buggy
or by wagon. Some of these things I remember well in my
father’s life as I had the opportunity to go with him a time
or two. We went from Antimony to Minersville to see grandpa and
grandma, to visit his family, and to do things for them that they
were unable to do for themselves. Being the oldest son I had an
opportunity to go with my dad a lot of times.

One thing I remember well is when he was teaching school. I
wasn’t too old, but I remember him taking me with him from
Southern Utah to Salt Lake to a teachers’ institute. This I
remember well, because he let me get lost as he went down into an
underground barber shop. He just let me wander off because I -was
not paying any attention to him. Even though he let me wander off
his watchful eye soon caught up with me and I was retrieved. I got
probably about a block away and I was brought back into the fold. I
remember this because I wasn’t very old, but it was one of
those moments in my life that Dad meant a lot to me, and he has
ever since that time.

Dad’s early life was like the life of most young
boys—play with his playmates, school: elementary school at
Beaver, Utah; high school at the old Murdock Academy at Beaver;
some college work at the University of Utah, and correspondence at
Utah State University. Education has been most important in my
father’s life. He taught school and was principal for twelve
years and he finally retired to his farm full time. A farm that he
smarted from the very beginning. It was nothing but a great big
rock pile. Father took two days water turn once every two or three
weeks. I am sure from this beginning that he made he did the things
that he loved most, working with his hands with the soil, working
side by side with seven young boys and four daughters that liked to
be with their dad to help him. It was fun working shoulder to
shoulder with him, accepting some of his responsibilities that he
wanted us to learn. It wasn’t to just tell us what to do, but
he was there to help us and guide the way.

I am sure that as we look back over Dad’s life there are
many things that we want to remember, not necessarily the hard
work, the sacrifice that he made which was very little as far as
monetary value is concerned, but he was able to raise a fine family
well, and this we appreciate. And, of course, being the oldest son
and the oldest in the family, I know quite well what Dad and Mother
had to go through all their lives. I didn’t always appreciate
it. I was quite demanding at times, especially as I got off to
school and money was very scarce and I needed things. Dad and
Mother always got a note, “Can you send me some money? Can
you do this, can you do that?” But I am sure that Dad really
thought his son needed it and he sacrificed just a little bit
harder, not only for me, but for 10 other children. We appreciate
this very much.

His early life was filled with a lot of things, a lot of
happiness. Love for country, love for family, love for the Church,
love for civic responsibilities. I don’t remember my father
ever saying anything bad about the United States Government or
those in office, which is something I can’t say for myself,
and I think this is something to be admired and something that we
as children and we as people should think seriously about, and
actually become better citizens of this the greatest country in all
the world.

After high school, at first Dad had to work for a couple of
years. Then he got a chance to teach school if he could get a
teaching certificate, and this is when he enrolled at the
University of Utah and took a little bit of work so he could get
his certificate. And, of course, from that very beginning he became
a great teacher, and one of the greatest, an older son knows
because I was in some of those classes and I know what kind of
teacher he really was.

He taught at Minersville, then out to Moscow and the old Shanty
mining camp southwest of Milford, Utah. Of course it’s out
here where I had my beginning. The humble home, brothers and
sisters, that I was born into was a 9×12 tent. Now I’m
sure that none of you have had that experience, and I don’t
remember it only what Mother and Dad have told me and I am sure it
was a humble beginning because this was the only home they had for
a couple of years out there, or one year. Then it was back to
Minersville and then from Minersville to Antimony, Utah.

Of course, after teaching school the first two years he
remembered a beautiful girl that he knew in the old Murdock
Academy, that he’d met there—had not paid too much
attention to, I guess, while he was there because of interest in
sports and other things. This beautiful girl was Esther Black, who
became my mother. I owe these two fine people my life, the early
teachings of my life, the sustained love of two great people, and
I’m thankful for this.

His family, of course, was most important to him. He was always
a loving husband, a loving father, a loving grandfather, and now in
the last few years at least, as we’ve had 36
great-grandchildren come in the family, that he’s a loving
great-grandfather too — a large share of kids, and I’m
sure that he is preparing a place for us were we can all be
together sometime, somewhere. He was a great patriarch, as I have
already mentioned, to a great family. Father, mother, brother,
sister all looked up to him. He left a loving wife, 7 sons, 4
daughters, 45 grandchildren and 36 great-grandchildren—a fine
posterity that I, as an uncle and as a great uncle, now respect and
appreciate very much. I am sure that all of these fine people,
these relatives of his, have long respected him and loved him and
will continue to do so throughout the eternities of time even
though he is not here.

One of the things that my sister handed me this morning, she was
mentioning it last night as I was giving her a bad time when she
was bossing the brothers around, which I’ve always done, you
know, as being the oldest in the family. I just asked if she knew
any little anecdote or tidbit about Dad that I might share with
you. This is what she wrote for me. “That he never said
anything bad about anyone. He never held a grudge. He used to tell
me, ‘Let it go in one ear and out the other.’”
And I think that this is one of the things that he practiced and
one of the things that I remember well. I don’t remember him
ever having a cross word with anyone. Yes, there were times that he
didn’t agree, but through mutual discussion and such things,
common answers were worked out that became part of a great

Other things that he did in his life, brothers and sisters, was
he loved to have fun. And, of course, I am sure that his sport
activities in high school was let down to his children and his
grandchildren, that they all love sports, too. Probably sometimes
better than anything else, and I think that this is a natural
characteristic. He loved to have fun, but he loved to get out there
and work with you. I remember the old track meets we used to have
in the back yard, the basketball games with the old barrel hoops,
and he was part of it all. Then of course when cow milking time
came by he would follow us down to the corral, working with his
dairy cattle, which early in his life he learned to appreciate, and
up to the day that he moved to Roy, Utah, he had a dairy herd of
his own. It was a lot of time milking seven or eight or nine cows
every day. This was our dad. always would rather go out to the wood
pile and cut wood than I would to go down and milk cows, but he was
always there to help us do the things we ought to be doing.

In conclusion, brothers and sisters, a poem that’s now a
song, “Search Celestial.” I think the words of this
song give some of the things that are in my heart and in your
hearts this day:

The grand celestial, the court celestial holds the passing day
As heavy hearts may turn again to pray.

The heavens open to a loving soul
Who soars along to his eternal goal.

The court celestial touches very heart
Revealing that the tears have come to part

While heavens portals open on the throne
The healing hope of our Father sends his sand to stone.

The court celestial measures every tear
That dims the misty eye of those who hear

As Jesus says, “Well done,” from heaven’s zone
My good and faithful servant now comes home.

Our challenge as a family today, brothers and sisters, is to
faithfully follow the pathway that he tread so that we one day will
meet him in the presence of our God.

Now one final tribute to Dad. Dad, may the Lord bless and keep
you till we all meet again. We love you very much. Thanks for being
you. We will always cherish our memory of you.

Thanks to you brothers and sisters of the Roy 2nd Ward for
taking two beautiful people into your midst some 14 years age. They
have loved you, they have enjoyed working with you, and now we
leave Mother in your hands and I’m sure that she will be well
taken care of.

Now to our friends who are here, especially from our home town
of Antimony, Utah. We love and appreciate you our neighbors who we
love, who we rubbed elbows together with, who we love in a lot of
ways. YOU are great people. We appreciate you. May the Lord bless
and keep us always, brothers and sisters, and all of you I pray in
the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Piano Medleys Terry Mathews, grandson

Remarks by Emery Buhler, Home Teaching Companion of Benjamin

Lynn Mathews

Brothers and sisters, it is a lovely occasion, being able to nay
tribute to a friend, and father, to have all the family together on
this special occasion. It is said, “Here and there—now
and then— God makes Giants of men.” Because of the
special attributes that Brother Mathews acquired-God helped build
him into a special mold — a Giant among men.

For those of us who knew him, we could see the same qualities
that exist in all great leaders. The same outstanding qualities
that shine out in our beloved President Kimball. Maybe because they
came from the same early school of learning. The early training of
having to service. with the elements—the world and all
against one. The blessing of living close to” the soil, in
raising his own food. The stories of their early life, how they
started their life together, of clearing land, milking cows and
teaching school. I loved to hear them—because they meant a
lot to all of us.

Brother and Sister Mathews followed well the admonition given by
the Prophet Joseph Smith — D&C 1:12, “Prepare ye,
prepare ye for that which is to come,” and they received the
blessings and promises given in D&C 38:3°> “^f ye
are prepared, ye shall not fear.”

He followed well one of the first commandments given to men
— “to multiply and replenish the earth”—and
he and Esther have seen together the reward. the comfort. and joy
of living that great commandment. Children, grandchildren, great
grandchildren. How proud they are of them and their
accomplishments. How they looked forward to your visits, those
lovely missionary letters. They truly love their family. Their
family and the Gospel was and is their full life. And we know you
children loved them, too—you all love to come home, to their
beautiful home, a pleasant place where a neighbor could knock on
the door and enter in and always be welcomed and most always, if
you took a peek downstairs, you could see a quilt on for

He was a man of great faith. I loved to talk with him of his
life. How faithful he was in his duties. We were home teachers
together for years.” He was always ready and waiting and
willing to go even when I had to help> him in and out of the
car, and up and down the steps. He would say, “These old legs
won’t hardly hold me anymore” — but the people
loved to have him come. He had such a good, kind spirit.

He has been missed in his priesthood meeting—we always sat
together in the opening exercises. We were both hard of hearing and
talked a little loud, but we couldn’t help it.

He had a strong testimony of the Gospel. He and Esther always
were giving us encouraging words—to keen studying the
Scriptures and to listen to the leaders of the Church and keep>
close to its teachings.

My first acquaintance with him was in church service when he and
his boy Stan spent days. not hours, but days on our chapel during
construction. They worked hard and long. They also kept the
building missionaries in their home at that time.

His desire to do what he was called to do and he was willing to
go the extra mile. He and Esther always had their helping hands out
to help others. The many quilts given, those extra good rolls,
baked goods brought to every Church dinner. The same thing for the
neighbors. Esther is always the first one there if you are sick.
This same spirit is passed on to the children—when our boy
Gene went on his mission, Stan took his pictures and did all the
photo work and donated this to the mission. We did appreciate it so
much. Every neighbor could tell of similar experiences — a
wonderful guide for us all to follow—a true friend and

Someone once said, “Blessed is the man who has the gift of
making friends, for it is one of God’s choicest gifts.”
It involves many things—but above all—the power of
giving out of one’s own self and seeing and appreciating
whatever is noble and loving in another person—the Mathews
family has that great quality.

They always seek the friendship of God for they know that those
who get the most of life are the ones who keen on good terms with
the Lord. God’s friendship is beyond compare.

Wouldst have a friend,

Wouldst know what friend is best?

Have God thy friend,

He passeth all the rest!

Brother Mathews has shown us the way to win God’s
friendship. We must try to keen all of His commandments. and
constantly go about doing good. In that way we will begin to know
our Father better and learn to understand his counsel. Then we
shall have him as our Friend. “Ye are my Friends, if you do
whatsoever I command you.”

Brother Mathews has done this and is receiving his reward and it
behooves us all to try and follow him.

Heaven will be a pleasant and happy place for me if I can once
again live a little down the street and around the corner from Ben
and Esther.

I would like to read this poem, it sticks in my thoughts:

Somewhere before I knew his face
And somewhere touched his hand.
In another life, in another place,
In another land—

And we may have known,
as we’ve known these years
The fragrance of friendship’s flower.

And watched together,
as we’ve watched here,
The glow of a precious hour.
We have forgotten the years of old.

Shall we forget in the years to be,
This friendship of ours,
with its white and gold
And its mystic majesty?

Not so I think, for if late or soon
Though hundreds of lives we shall meet.
The golden flower, of this friendship hour
Will blossom again, just as sweet!

May you have happiness and joy in the Gospel of Jesus Christ and
in the family relation you have. It is a blessed occasion to pay
tribute to this man, master giant among men. The Gospel is true, he
knew it was true. He bore his testimony to me lots of times, me and
the people we came in contact with in home teaching. Years and
years we had together. May God bless you. In the name of Jesus
Christ, Amen.

Speaker: President Larkin Patterson, President of Roy


I am going to sneak as loudly as I can in hopes that Sister
Mathews may be able to hear part of what I have to say. He was my
home teacher, He taught me the Gospel by his life, by the words he
expressed in my home, and when I taught the Gospel Doctrine Class,
by the contributions he made to that class. So I am grateful to
this man and what he has done for me. My remarks today are going to
reflect upon his life as a challenge to 8l grand kids and great
grand kids, to this family, and to each of us for this is the day
for taking inventory. This is the day, I think, of saying,
“What can I draw from him that can make my life more
meaningful and better?” So can I share with you these

Life is not given us to be a burden but a blessing. My, he had a
burdensome life. He started out with the very least of physical
blessings, a big burdensome family and yet, brothers and sisters,
life becomes a blessing as we turn every burden into a gift from
God. The Lord said, “Replenish this earth and subdue
it.” That he has done, and I think he, as he faced the
burdens of this life before ever coming here, was among they who
the scriptures say, “The morning stars sang together and the
sons of God shouted for joy.” Yes, this life carries burdens,
but we wanted to come here. He chose, he shouted for joy. This day
as we look back we can see how he’s turned those burdens into
a blessing.

Life is a sacred trust, a cheerful stewardship. The Lord said in
the Doctrine and Covenants, “All they who have given their
lives for ray name will now be crowned.” Life is a sacred
trust; and in fulfilling that trust it is to be done with
cheerfulness, with the light of the Lord in our lives, with a
feeling that it’s a privilege to master life. He filled his
stewardship well. May I suggest that a stewardship falls into three
categories. To each of us and young people especially please note
this. To each of us a great stewardship we have in life is that
stewardship to ourselves, to make something of ourselves. To see
that vie understand the plan of God. To see that we make a faithful
contribution to the world by making ourselves better men and better
women. I think he would be grateful for me to share that thought
with you young people, that stewardship is most important. The
second stewardship, our stewardship to our sweethearts. To his
beloved, to his family. And if ever you question in your lives, how
should I act, what is of importance, what comes first in the many
demands of life upon me? Look at him, look at his family, look at
your relationship to a dad, and to a grandfather, and magnify that
stewardship as he has magnified his, and then this sacred trust
fills us with the stewardship to reach out beyond to help others,
as he helped me as my home teacher.

We who live in this area I don’t think ever begin to
realize what kind of a background this man had: 35 years as a stake
clerk. I look at my stake clerk. I don’t think he could begin
to stand 35 years, and he is a good, faithful dedicated man. High
Council, bishop, town board, secretary of two ditch companies,
school principal, school teacher. What has he done with his life?
He has given it to the world, a sacred stewardship.

Let me read a thought to you from the pen of President Nathan
Tanner regarding this stewardship to the family, I think it kind of
fits here, “I can think of nothing sweeter in all the world
than a home where a father is holding and magnifying his Priesthood
and doing his duty realizing that his greatest responsibility is to
his family, and with a wife who loves and sustains him in all his
righteous desires; where the children honor and obey their
parents.” I am grateful for that beautiful tribute given by a
son in behalf of all you children in your love for Dad. Life is a
priceless opportunity and a unique responsibility for service to
God and to our fellow men. The Lord has said in the Book of Nephi
through the prophet—through King Benjamin, “When you
are in the service of your fellow men you are only in the service
of your God.”

Finally, life is a joyous process of growing, giving and
gratitude. Growing. I think this day Brother Mathews is crowned
with glory and honor, for that is why we came here that we might go
back to the presence of God again, crowned with immortality and
eternal life and all the blessings of heaven, and as we grow those
blessings are ours. Giving — my what he has given to us, and
has his giving ended? Not for a minute. He is going on giving,
building, creating, filling his stewardship. Gratitude — This
man was a man who was grateful for all that surrounded him.

I want to pay a special tribute in closing here. I have said
occasionally to the people in our stake, “When it comes to
going back to meeting God, and we want to find ourselves accepted
there, the balance sheet that God uses is not like the balance
sheet that the world uses. He’s not going to look at the
bottom line and not going to say, ‘What are the statistics?
What did you achieve in touching lives and in building kingdoms?1
All of that is important and all of us whose lives he touched are
going to call him blessed, and are going to bring our blessings
upon him. But the truly important thing when we go before God is
what have you done with your life, what has been your
stewardship.” Brother Mathews has magnified a great
stewardship here upon the earth.

My challenge to you, the word the Lord said at one time,
“Go Thou and do likewise.” He knows that God lives,
he’s gone back to the presence of God. I testify to you that
I know that God lives and I know that Brother Mathews lives, and I
know that the spirit of this good man is not going to be so far
away from this family that when you cry unto the Lord for guidance
and direction his influence, his spirit will be there. May God
bless Sister Mathews that she’ll feel that spirit morning,
noon and night as she needs it. For I know that he lives and I know
because I know the depth of her testimony, that she knows that her
beloved Ben lives, and I leave that testimony with you, in the name
of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Remarks: Bishop Darl R. Field

It was my opportunity to work with Brother Mathews in the High
Priest Group in the ward and feel his strength and love and
dedication to those brothers as well as his Father in Heaven. As we
heard Brother Terry’s rendition, “I am a Child of God,
lead me, guide me, walk beside me, help me find the way. Teach me
all that I must do to live with Him someday.” Brother Mathews
literally believed that, and so, as we pay respect and love and
honor to him today, he has been called on another mission, “I
go to prepare a place for you, that where I am ye may be
also.” Brother Mathews dedicated his life to serve his Father
in Heaven, to raise a family, and to store up treasures which

He can take with him into the eternities. These things will not
be left behind as is our mortal existence, as those things which we
obtain in this life; but he really believed that he was a child of
God. And, in the other rendition, “Oh, that I were an
angel.” Brother Mathews was an angel and he chose to come
here on this earth and dedicated himself to learn those things
which will permit him to pass the angels who stand as sentinels to
guard the way, as he prepares to meet his Father in Heaven. What
more could we ask of a human individual who came to earth and who
dedicated his life to a family, to a wife, and to grandchildren,
and to great=grandchildren, and to all who knew him. As we ponder
the goodness of his life — he still had his sense of humor
and on many occasions when we had an opportunity to go to the Logan
Temple before the new Ogden Temple was built, Brother Mathews
wanted to go. On three nights in a row we went to the Logan Temple
to do initiatory work. That’s an hour drive up and an hour
drive back and possibly three hours up there, which is a five hour
day that started at five o’clock in the evening. Brother
Mathews was willing and ready to go. On one occasion as we got to
Brigham City, Brother Mathews said, “Oh, I’ve changed
pants and I don’t have my temple recommend.” I said,
“Well, Brother Mathews, there are two things we can do, we
can go back and get your temple recommend or continue on.” He
said, “Continue on because it will be too late by the time we
go back to Roy and get my temple recommend and get to Logan.”
I said, “Well, we’ve been there two days before, maybe
we can talk our way through, so we proceeded to Logan, and as we
got there dear brother on the door said, “I am sorry.”
I said, “We have been here before.” He said,
“Yes, I recognize that, but I am sorry you cannot enter
without a temple recommend.” He said, “I have a good
book.” Brother Mathews took that book and for the length of
time we were there, sat and read the book. He didn’t waste
his time, he knew that time was valuable. And so we appreciate him
here in the ward for all that he has been and for all that he has
taught us, and to Sister Esther, a faithful, dedicated sister,
always concerned about others and not too much concerned with
herself. As I visited with Sister Esther the other day — on
June 2 of this year they would have enjoyed 6^ years of marriage,
and out of that time she said very little of it was he not at her
side. Of course, we recognize that with his service that he was
gone during the day and some of the evening hours, but most of the
evenings he was home with her. So they had a lot to be thankful

In closing may I just read a couple of items here that I think
so depict the life of this good brother and his wife and

“The day which we fear as our last is but the first day of
eternity Death is not the extinguishing of life, it is putting out
the lamp because the dawn has come. Death but supplies the oil for
the inextinguishable lamp of everlasting life. While we are
mourning the loss of our friends, others are rejoicing to meet him
behind the veil.”

In the sermon on the mount, Christ said, “Blessed are they
that mourn.” And that it was to those who do mourn that He
promised comfort. Sister Mathews, I know that our Father in Heaven
will comfort you in the lonely hours that you will spend. As you
kneel and pray to Him for comfort, He will give you that comfort. I
leave you these promises in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ,

The dedicatory prayer will be offered by his son, Dasil G.
Mathews, at the grave site.

Benediction, Craig Baker (a grandson)

Our Father in Heaven, we are thankful this day for the
opportunity which we’ve had as family and friends to have
been here and paid our final respects to one we love so much. We
are thankful, Father, for the plan of salvation, That Thou hast
made known to us; that we might so live our lives that we might
once again be with this one we have loved so much. Now we are
grateful, Father, for those who have participated on the program
and have said those things which have been indicative of the life
of Grandpa. We are grateful, Father, unto Thee, for our many
blessings, and we pray that we might again live our lives
indicative of those things which he has stood for and those things
that he has set an example for us. Now, as we leave this chapel
this day, we give Thee thanks, Father, for those who have taken
time to come so far to be with us. We are thankful for their safe
arrival and, as we depart this building and travel to the site of
the interment, we pray that we may go in safety. Father, again we
are grateful for our many blessings, for the opportunity which Thou
has given us to be here, to have our lives. These things we pray
for and thank Thee for all we have, and do it humbly in Jesus name,

Pallbearers: Grandsons

Typed by Vanese Mathews from transcription by Thomas Alton
Mathews of tape he recorded at the funeral.