George A. Sharp was born July 13, 1874 in Smithfield, Cache County, Utah, the eldest son of Francis aid Mary Jane Watson Sharp. When he was a young boy his father died, leaving him the responsibility of providing a livelihood for his Mother and his younger sisters and brother. He obtained employment on farms near Smithfield, and spent.-many long and hard hours to help his Mother. As soon as he was old enough he obtained a job as a section hand on the railroad and for many years he stayed with it until he moved his mother, sisters and brother to Lyman, Idaho. He moved her into a home erected across the street from the present home of Wallace Clark, It is known as the John Mclntire home at present. Father worked long and hard until he obtained the means to purchase 40 acres on the west side of Lyman, where he erected a small cottage, where he took his bride. On June 7, 1911, he married Maude E. Zimmerman in the Salt Lake Temple. He had devoted his youth to his Mother and sisters Pearl, and Ruby and brother Hugh and had become as a father as well as a brother to them. Now at the age of 35 he-was starting a new life with his bride in a small home of their own. It was in this humble abode, their eldest son Maurice was born. A few short years later he constructed a log house on his property and it was here that Ruth, Ralph, Lois and Allan were born. This home still stands although it has been empty these past years. In February 1920 he was called to part with his companion and the Mother of his young family. She was a victim of the flu epidemic after world war 1, Maurice, the eldest was 8 years old and Allan was a two Month old baby. As soon as it was possible Grandmother Zimmerman and Aunt Orpha came to live with us and help raise this young family. For many years we lived together in harmony and in agreement on all things until Ruth, the eldest girl became old enough for the responsibility of the family, grandmother Zimmerman returned home, leaving Orpha to help guide and direct this family, a task which she did lovingly and with, all her heart. Father took the death of our Mother bravely but with a broken heart that never mended, and yet he fully realized he had the double responsibility of raising and. providing for his family. He fulfilled his duty to the best of his ability and still was an active member of the community. He assisted with the construction of. the Lyman Ward by hauling rock and putting himself, with his team and wagon at the' disposal of the Bishop. He was active in maintaining the river and canals nearby and was well known throughout the upper Snake River Valley for his pulling team. It was a common sight to. see my Father and his team, out breaking new roads after a snowstorm, or making new paths for sleighs or in the spring pulling others from mud or deceiving chuck holes. In 19li5 at the age of 71 his health began to fail and he made his home with me, his son and daughter-in-law, Ralph and. Betty. For the nesrt five years ho lived vrith us at Smithf ield and Hyde Park, Utah.These were enjoyable years for us because he was able to renew old acquaintances of his youth and to relive many memories. He loved a good baseball game and when his health would, permit you would find him in attendance at the local games. He.loved his grandchildren and. enjoyed being with them and. Always made much of any achievement they made. He was dearly loved by them and by other children he came in contact with. In 1950 when I, Ralph, was recalled to service, my father moved into a private home for elderly people in Logan where he made many friends and spent many, happy hours. He resided there until he was taken to the Logan L.D.S. Hospital where he died on June 7, 1952, Father was a likeable, sociable person and made many friends wherever he went. He loved his children with all his heart and spent many hours remembering their youth and loved, to tell the stories he recalled. His life has been a full one and he has earned the reward of a peaceful and happy reunion with his loving wife and our Mother, Such in brief is the life of our father, A CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER I follow a famous father, his honor is mine to wear,He gave me a name, that was free from shame, a name he was proud to bear,He lived in the morning, sunlight, and marched in the ranks of right.He was always true to the best he knew and the shield that he wore was bright, I follow a famous father, and ne'er a day goes by,That I feel that he looks down on me to carry his standards high,He stood to the sternest trials, as only a brave man can.Though the way be long, I must never wrong, the name of so good a man. I follow a famous father, not known to the printer's page.Nor written down in the world renown as a prince of his little age, His life was a life of honor, and never had he stooped to shame;He was bold and brave and to me he gave, the pride of an honest name. I follow a famous father, and he I must keep in mind;Though his form is gone, I must carry on, the name that he left behind.It was mine on the day he gave it; it shown as a monarch's crown;And as fair to see as it came to me, it must be when I put it down. Anonymous