Grave location for Lyman Bates

Lyman Stanley Bates
April 16, 1916 - September 06, 2002
Birthplace: Holbrook, AZ
Resided In: Woodinville WA
Funeral Home: Flintofts Funeral Home and Crematory

In Memoriam

A graveside service for Lyman Stanley Bates, lately of Woodinville, WA (formerly of Spokane, WA and other places) was held at Fairmount Memorial Park in Spokane on Monday, September 9, 2002. Stan passed quietly away at home on Friday, September 6, 2002.

Stan was born in Holbrook, AZ to Lyman E. Bates and Margaret Perkins Bates on April 16, 1916. He grew up in northern Arizona, enlisting into the Army in July 1940. He received a field commission during World War II, retiring as a Chief Warrant Officer in 1953. He retired from civil service in 1973 in Spokane, spending his final years in Issaquah and Woodinville with his bride Rita Hannig Bates.

He was a golfer, an avid fisherman and traveler until his sight failed him. He was a loving and beloved husband, father and opa. All who spent time with him enjoyed his ready wit and tales of his fond early memories.

He will be greatly missed by his surviving wife, Rita Bates of Woodinville, his children, Ellen Reese of Spokane, Elaine Ure of Boca Raton, FL, Kerrin Bates of El Paso, TX, Mavis Hunter of Tacoma, WA, and Gilda Dixon of Colville, WA, his sisters, a brother, 14 grandchildren and 10 plus great grandchildren.

The family suggests donations to Hospice in lieu of flowers.


TEXT FROM THE GRAVESIDE SERVICE

Wednesday afternoon when I was asked to say a few words at the graveside service, a song immediately came to my mind. I felt that night that I needed to go see Daddy but decided to go the next morning with Mavis and my son Jordan. With Daddy's consent Jordan and I gave him an anointing, during which he was given a blessing that he would be able to pass comfortably and quickly to the next life. He was also told that this blessing was given because of his faith in Jesus Christ, to which he responded, "That's right." Daddy rested peacefully most of the day. D&C 42:44-46 "And the Elders of the church, two or more, shall be called, and shall pray for and lay hands upon them in my name; and if they die they shall die unto me and if they live they shall live unto me. Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of them that die, and more especially for those that have not hope of a glorious resurrection. And it shall come to pass that those that die in me shall not taste of death, for it shall be sweet unto them." Friday morning at 3:20 AM I was prompted to practice this song.


Let us oft speak kind words to each other,
At home or where'er we may be,
Like the warblings of birds on the heather,
The tones will be welcome and free.
They'll gladden the heart that's repining,
Give courage of hope from above,
And where the dark clouds hide the shining,
Let in the bright sunlight of love.
Oh the kind words we give shall in memory live,
And sunshine forever impart,
Let us oft speak kind words to each other,
Kind words are sweet tones of the heart.


Like the sunbeams of morn on the mountains,
The soul they awake to good cheer;
Like the murmur of cool, pleasant fountains,
They fall in sweet cadences near.
Let's oft then in kindly toned voices,
Our mutual friendship renew,
'Til heart meets with heart and rejoices,
In friendship that ever is true.
Oh the kind words we give shall in memory live,
And sunshine forever impart,
Let us oft speak kind words to each other,
Kind words are sweet tones of the heart.


After finishing I went over to him and placed one hand on the top of his head, he took two mores breaths and passed to the other side of the veil which separates his new world from ours.
Lyman Stanley Bates
Taps September 6th 2002

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.

Stan began his life, his final frontier, his journey, April 16th 1916.
I refer to his life as a journey because it was not a race or a competition, for the prize goes not to the swift, or the rich, or the most knowledgeable but to all who finish ( and we will all finish). He is a loving father who reluctantly relinquished his two children in order to fulfill his duty to his country. As a supply sergeant, for the 91st Infantry he fulfilled his duty and received a field commission to Warrant Officer. In Italy, during WWII, as Chief Warrant Officer he was awarded a Bronze Star for Meritorious Service by keeping his regiment supplied in spite of bombed out bridges, adverse weather, and enemy fire. 'His foresight and devotion, directed untiringly to maintaining a high level of supplies in the regiment reflects credit upon himself and the Army.'

Go to sleep, peaceful sleep,
And the soldier, or the sailor, May God keep,
On the land or the deep,
Safe in sleep.


Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright,
From afar, drawing nigh,
falls the night.

After the war he married Anni Rausch and later Rita Hannig. He untiringly maintained a superior level of love and concern for his family. Creating a bond of love that will exist throughout eternity. Alma 40:10-11 "And when the time cometh when all shall rise, then shall they know that God knoweth all the times which are appointed unto man. Now, concerning the state of the soul between death and the resurrection--" "the spirits of all men, as soon as they are departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are taken home to that God who gave them life." "the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they can rest from all their troubles and from all care and sorrow." Forging ahead, where we have not gone before, He prepares a way for a beloved family, which includes, his wife Rita, his son Kerrin, four daughters Elaine, Ellen, Mavis, and Gilda, and a number of grandchildren and great grand children. His memory is imprinted on our hearts forever. And we will all be better people having known him.

Thanks and praise, for our days,
'Neath the sun , 'neath the stars, 'neath the sky;
As we go, this we know, God is nigh.

And so we continue our journeys until the sunset of our lives.


While the light, fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands, we our souls, Lord commend.

And then in that joyful reunion when we all will be together again in glorious bodies, clothed for eternity.

Then good night, peaceful night,
'til the light of the dawn shineth bright,
God is near, do not fear -- Daddy, Good night

Bates, Lyman Stanley. Lawn-2 Lot-198 Sp-31. Fairmount Memorial Cemetery.