Shirley attended Oak City Elementary School, Delta High School, and the LDS School of Nursing in Salt Lake City, Utah. Her occupations were housewife and nurse. Her hobbies were gardening and genealogy.
The things I am most grateful to my parents for, I believe, are the good home and honorable name they gave me. I am shy about expressing appreciation - my father and mother have had very few sentimental words from me.
I do feel that I owe so much to them, that this is one way to help even up the score - by expressing my thoughts regarding them.
I have been thinking for a week of the basic teachings of my parents by which they influenced my life. I can recall very few actual words. They are not inclined to preach sermons (or else if they did, they were lost on me). It seems to me, that because the gospel influenced "their own" lives and set the standards for our home, it reached me far more effectively than a sermon could. Teaching me to pray, to pay tithing, to attend church faithfully, to accept positions of authority, to be honest, are outstanding in my mind.
Do you remember, mother, the strange candy beads I gave you on the Saturday before Mother's Day when I was about 8. (I couldn't wait one more day - it was the first time I had selected your present all alone). On Sunday, you gave them back [to me] to eat as I knew you would.
My selfishness has been apparent more than once. I wish I could erase a little of the memories of my headstrong willfulness and inconsideration.
Why is it, when I try to recall the wonderful things you did for me, I remember first the years of hard work you gave to your family? Hours of hoeing weeds, millions of gallons of milk squeezed out, the washings piled high on the porch to be washed, the cookies and popcorn balls made by the dishpanful, the many and varied jobs Dad has worked at keeping his family, the mountains of overalls mended on the old white treadle machine, the quarts and quarts of fruits and vegetables canned (50 pints of peaches in one day - I remember).
I had such a guilty conscience, while I was in training, to accept the money you sent every month. I knew you needed it so much at home. So when I graduated and got my first job, I was so happy to be [able] to send a little of each pay check back to you. Lo and behold, at Christmas time, here came a radio for me that you had used my money to buy! That's the way most of my schemes to repay you end up.
Has anybody else as nice memories of home as I have? These are some that come quickly to mind: playing horse on Dad's back out on the lawn; giggles that came as he tried to "chew our ears off"; the suppers on the lawn; the lullaby of crickets and running water from the open upstairs window; excursions to the South Hills to dump trash; trips to gather firewood for winter that were work disguised as fun; the flowers, columbines, delpheneums, shasta daiseys, grape hyacients of Mother's that I learned to love and now have in my own garden.
You must have thought a lily pond was an unnecessary luxury - I'm so glad you let me make it. The baths on Saturday night in the tin tub in front of the kitchen stove because the bathroom was hard to heat. "Gooseberries - 12 quarts for $1.00" provided the cash for many years. Riding the sleigh pulled by Dad through deep snow as we went to church - you stopped and showed me the big dipper in the sky. My children enjoy eating their raddishes rolled up in a lettuce leaf because Mother called them "babies in a blanket".
So many more I could list. God bless you for what you've done for me. I hope my children will have something as nice to remember as I do. Thank you, Mother and Dad.
-source: Letter by Shirley Harris DeLapp to her parents
Obituary:
FUNERAL SERVICE FOR SHIRLEY DELAPP
Funeral services were held Monday, March 25, 1974, for Shirley H. DeLapp in the Sutherland Ward Chapel.
Prelude and postlude music was by Eva Dean Moody. The prayer with the family was by Grant Harris. The invocation was by Elzo Porter. Bishop Thurman Moody conducted the services.
"Sister, Thou Wasn't Mild and Lovely" was sung by the Relief Society Chorus. Mrs. DeLapp's life history was read by Carol Johnson. Margart Gillen sang "How Great Thou Art" and read the nurses pledge. She was accompanied by Rayma Brush. Frank Lyman was the speaker. Bishop Moody spoke and was followed by the Relief Society Chorus singing "Savior at Galilee". The benediction was by Lloyd DeLapp. Pallbearers were Don Harris, Grant Harris, Keith Harris, LaMar Larsen, Elzo Porter and Charles Woolsey.
Burial was in the Sutherland Cemetery under the direction of Nickle Mortuary. The grave was dedicated by Keith Harris.
-source: The Millard County Chronicle
The things I am most grateful to my parents for, I believe, are the good home and honorable name they gave me. I am shy about expressing appreciation - my father and mother have had very few sentimental words from me.
I do feel that I owe so much to them, that this is one way to help even up the score - by expressing my thoughts regarding them.
I have been thinking for a week of the basic teachings of my parents by which they influenced my life. I can recall very few actual words. They are not inclined to preach sermons (or else if they did, they were lost on me). It seems to me, that because the gospel influenced "their own" lives and set the standards for our home, it reached me far more effectively than a sermon could. Teaching me to pray, to pay tithing, to attend church faithfully, to accept positions of authority, to be honest, are outstanding in my mind.
Do you remember, mother, the strange candy beads I gave you on the Saturday before Mother's Day when I was about 8. (I couldn't wait one more day - it was the first time I had selected your present all alone). On Sunday, you gave them back [to me] to eat as I knew you would.
My selfishness has been apparent more than once. I wish I could erase a little of the memories of my headstrong willfulness and inconsideration.
Why is it, when I try to recall the wonderful things you did for me, I remember first the years of hard work you gave to your family? Hours of hoeing weeds, millions of gallons of milk squeezed out, the washings piled high on the porch to be washed, the cookies and popcorn balls made by the dishpanful, the many and varied jobs Dad has worked at keeping his family, the mountains of overalls mended on the old white treadle machine, the quarts and quarts of fruits and vegetables canned (50 pints of peaches in one day - I remember).
I had such a guilty conscience, while I was in training, to accept the money you sent every month. I knew you needed it so much at home. So when I graduated and got my first job, I was so happy to be [able] to send a little of each pay check back to you. Lo and behold, at Christmas time, here came a radio for me that you had used my money to buy! That's the way most of my schemes to repay you end up.
Has anybody else as nice memories of home as I have? These are some that come quickly to mind: playing horse on Dad's back out on the lawn; giggles that came as he tried to "chew our ears off"; the suppers on the lawn; the lullaby of crickets and running water from the open upstairs window; excursions to the South Hills to dump trash; trips to gather firewood for winter that were work disguised as fun; the flowers, columbines, delpheneums, shasta daiseys, grape hyacients of Mother's that I learned to love and now have in my own garden.
You must have thought a lily pond was an unnecessary luxury - I'm so glad you let me make it. The baths on Saturday night in the tin tub in front of the kitchen stove because the bathroom was hard to heat. "Gooseberries - 12 quarts for $1.00" provided the cash for many years. Riding the sleigh pulled by Dad through deep snow as we went to church - you stopped and showed me the big dipper in the sky. My children enjoy eating their raddishes rolled up in a lettuce leaf because Mother called them "babies in a blanket".
So many more I could list. God bless you for what you've done for me. I hope my children will have something as nice to remember as I do. Thank you, Mother and Dad.
-source: Letter by Shirley Harris DeLapp to her parents
Obituary:
FUNERAL SERVICE FOR SHIRLEY DELAPP
Funeral services were held Monday, March 25, 1974, for Shirley H. DeLapp in the Sutherland Ward Chapel.
Prelude and postlude music was by Eva Dean Moody. The prayer with the family was by Grant Harris. The invocation was by Elzo Porter. Bishop Thurman Moody conducted the services.
"Sister, Thou Wasn't Mild and Lovely" was sung by the Relief Society Chorus. Mrs. DeLapp's life history was read by Carol Johnson. Margart Gillen sang "How Great Thou Art" and read the nurses pledge. She was accompanied by Rayma Brush. Frank Lyman was the speaker. Bishop Moody spoke and was followed by the Relief Society Chorus singing "Savior at Galilee". The benediction was by Lloyd DeLapp. Pallbearers were Don Harris, Grant Harris, Keith Harris, LaMar Larsen, Elzo Porter and Charles Woolsey.
Burial was in the Sutherland Cemetery under the direction of Nickle Mortuary. The grave was dedicated by Keith Harris.
-source: The Millard County Chronicle
Shirley attended Oak City Elementary School, Delta High School, and the LDS School of Nursing in Salt Lake City, Utah. Her occupations were housewife and nurse. Her hobbies were gardening and genealogy.
The things I am most grateful to my parents for, I believe, are the good home and honorable name they gave me. I am shy about expressing appreciation - my father and mother have had very few sentimental words from me.
I do feel that I owe so much to them, that this is one way to help even up the score - by expressing my thoughts regarding them.
I have been thinking for a week of the basic teachings of my parents by which they influenced my life. I can recall very few actual words. They are not inclined to preach sermons (or else if they did, they were lost on me). It seems to me, that because the gospel influenced "their own" lives and set the standards for our home, it reached me far more effectively than a sermon could. Teaching me to pray, to pay tithing, to attend church faithfully, to accept positions of authority, to be honest, are outstanding in my mind.
Do you remember, mother, the strange candy beads I gave you on the Saturday before Mother's Day when I was about 8. (I couldn't wait one more day - it was the first time I had selected your present all alone). On Sunday, you gave them back [to me] to eat as I knew you would.
My selfishness has been apparent more than once. I wish I could erase a little of the memories of my headstrong willfulness and inconsideration.
Why is it, when I try to recall the wonderful things you did for me, I remember first the years of hard work you gave to your family? Hours of hoeing weeds, millions of gallons of milk squeezed out, the washings piled high on the porch to be washed, the cookies and popcorn balls made by the dishpanful, the many and varied jobs Dad has worked at keeping his family, the mountains of overalls mended on the old white treadle machine, the quarts and quarts of fruits and vegetables canned (50 pints of peaches in one day - I remember).
I had such a guilty conscience, while I was in training, to accept the money you sent every month. I knew you needed it so much at home. So when I graduated and got my first job, I was so happy to be [able] to send a little of each pay check back to you. Lo and behold, at Christmas time, here came a radio for me that you had used my money to buy! That's the way most of my schemes to repay you end up.
Has anybody else as nice memories of home as I have? These are some that come quickly to mind: playing horse on Dad's back out on the lawn; giggles that came as he tried to "chew our ears off"; the suppers on the lawn; the lullaby of crickets and running water from the open upstairs window; excursions to the South Hills to dump trash; trips to gather firewood for winter that were work disguised as fun; the flowers, columbines, delpheneums, shasta daiseys, grape hyacients of Mother's that I learned to love and now have in my own garden.
You must have thought a lily pond was an unnecessary luxury - I'm so glad you let me make it. The baths on Saturday night in the tin tub in front of the kitchen stove because the bathroom was hard to heat. "Gooseberries - 12 quarts for $1.00" provided the cash for many years. Riding the sleigh pulled by Dad through deep snow as we went to church - you stopped and showed me the big dipper in the sky. My children enjoy eating their raddishes rolled up in a lettuce leaf because Mother called them "babies in a blanket".
So many more I could list. God bless you for what you've done for me. I hope my children will have something as nice to remember as I do. Thank you, Mother and Dad.
-source: Letter by Shirley Harris DeLapp to her parents
Obituary:
FUNERAL SERVICE FOR SHIRLEY DELAPP
Funeral services were held Monday, March 25, 1974, for Shirley H. DeLapp in the Sutherland Ward Chapel.
Prelude and postlude music was by Eva Dean Moody. The prayer with the family was by Grant Harris. The invocation was by Elzo Porter. Bishop Thurman Moody conducted the services.
"Sister, Thou Wasn't Mild and Lovely" was sung by the Relief Society Chorus. Mrs. DeLapp's life history was read by Carol Johnson. Margart Gillen sang "How Great Thou Art" and read the nurses pledge. She was accompanied by Rayma Brush. Frank Lyman was the speaker. Bishop Moody spoke and was followed by the Relief Society Chorus singing "Savior at Galilee". The benediction was by Lloyd DeLapp. Pallbearers were Don Harris, Grant Harris, Keith Harris, LaMar Larsen, Elzo Porter and Charles Woolsey.
Burial was in the Sutherland Cemetery under the direction of Nickle Mortuary. The grave was dedicated by Keith Harris.
-source: The Millard County Chronicle
The things I am most grateful to my parents for, I believe, are the good home and honorable name they gave me. I am shy about expressing appreciation - my father and mother have had very few sentimental words from me.
I do feel that I owe so much to them, that this is one way to help even up the score - by expressing my thoughts regarding them.
I have been thinking for a week of the basic teachings of my parents by which they influenced my life. I can recall very few actual words. They are not inclined to preach sermons (or else if they did, they were lost on me). It seems to me, that because the gospel influenced "their own" lives and set the standards for our home, it reached me far more effectively than a sermon could. Teaching me to pray, to pay tithing, to attend church faithfully, to accept positions of authority, to be honest, are outstanding in my mind.
Do you remember, mother, the strange candy beads I gave you on the Saturday before Mother's Day when I was about 8. (I couldn't wait one more day - it was the first time I had selected your present all alone). On Sunday, you gave them back [to me] to eat as I knew you would.
My selfishness has been apparent more than once. I wish I could erase a little of the memories of my headstrong willfulness and inconsideration.
Why is it, when I try to recall the wonderful things you did for me, I remember first the years of hard work you gave to your family? Hours of hoeing weeds, millions of gallons of milk squeezed out, the washings piled high on the porch to be washed, the cookies and popcorn balls made by the dishpanful, the many and varied jobs Dad has worked at keeping his family, the mountains of overalls mended on the old white treadle machine, the quarts and quarts of fruits and vegetables canned (50 pints of peaches in one day - I remember).
I had such a guilty conscience, while I was in training, to accept the money you sent every month. I knew you needed it so much at home. So when I graduated and got my first job, I was so happy to be [able] to send a little of each pay check back to you. Lo and behold, at Christmas time, here came a radio for me that you had used my money to buy! That's the way most of my schemes to repay you end up.
Has anybody else as nice memories of home as I have? These are some that come quickly to mind: playing horse on Dad's back out on the lawn; giggles that came as he tried to "chew our ears off"; the suppers on the lawn; the lullaby of crickets and running water from the open upstairs window; excursions to the South Hills to dump trash; trips to gather firewood for winter that were work disguised as fun; the flowers, columbines, delpheneums, shasta daiseys, grape hyacients of Mother's that I learned to love and now have in my own garden.
You must have thought a lily pond was an unnecessary luxury - I'm so glad you let me make it. The baths on Saturday night in the tin tub in front of the kitchen stove because the bathroom was hard to heat. "Gooseberries - 12 quarts for $1.00" provided the cash for many years. Riding the sleigh pulled by Dad through deep snow as we went to church - you stopped and showed me the big dipper in the sky. My children enjoy eating their raddishes rolled up in a lettuce leaf because Mother called them "babies in a blanket".
So many more I could list. God bless you for what you've done for me. I hope my children will have something as nice to remember as I do. Thank you, Mother and Dad.
-source: Letter by Shirley Harris DeLapp to her parents
Obituary:
FUNERAL SERVICE FOR SHIRLEY DELAPP
Funeral services were held Monday, March 25, 1974, for Shirley H. DeLapp in the Sutherland Ward Chapel.
Prelude and postlude music was by Eva Dean Moody. The prayer with the family was by Grant Harris. The invocation was by Elzo Porter. Bishop Thurman Moody conducted the services.
"Sister, Thou Wasn't Mild and Lovely" was sung by the Relief Society Chorus. Mrs. DeLapp's life history was read by Carol Johnson. Margart Gillen sang "How Great Thou Art" and read the nurses pledge. She was accompanied by Rayma Brush. Frank Lyman was the speaker. Bishop Moody spoke and was followed by the Relief Society Chorus singing "Savior at Galilee". The benediction was by Lloyd DeLapp. Pallbearers were Don Harris, Grant Harris, Keith Harris, LaMar Larsen, Elzo Porter and Charles Woolsey.
Burial was in the Sutherland Cemetery under the direction of Nickle Mortuary. The grave was dedicated by Keith Harris.
-source: The Millard County Chronicle
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