Clara Jensen Fife
Death of Clara Jensen Fife At Logan, Utah
A very sad death occurred at Logan, Utah, Jan. 10th, when the wife of Joseph A. Fife of Trenton, Utah, passed away at a local hospital. She underwent an operation Nov. 21st and as a result blood poison set in which caused her death. Everything that medical skill and loving hands could do to save her, was done.
She was born at Logan City, Utah, August 1st, 1875, and was married to Joseph A. Fife of Ogden Utah, in the Logan Temple, October 21, 1896. She was a devoted wife and a loving mother. Besides her husband she leaves a family of eight children, the youngest 3-1/2 years old and an aged mother, five sisters and two brothers, N. F. Jensen of Weston, Idaho, Alfred Jensen of Cornish, Utah, Mrs. James Moore of Soda Springs, Mrs. B. F. Bingham of Logan, Utah, Mrs. James Horsley and Mrs. Harry Horsley also of Soda Springs Idaho, and Mrs. Joshua Homer of Tremonton, Utah.
Funeral services were held at Trenton, Utah, Jan. 14th. The chapel was filled to its capacity and many turned away, there not being standing room. The floral offerings were beautiful. Bishop Peterson conducted the services which consisted of the following songs and speeches: First song "Wanted on the Other Side." Prayer by James B. Jardine of Clarkston, Utah. A quartet "Lead Me Gently On." The first speaker: Edgar Butler of Cornish, Utah, Solo by Mr. Black, "Hold My Hand Father." Speaker Ezra Taft Benson of Logan, Utah and George Pincock of Sugar City, Idaho. Also Chris Petterson of Logan, Utah. Quartet "Abide With Me." Bishop Ravesten of Clarkston, Utah, and Bishop Peterson of Trenton, Utah, were the next speakers. Song: "O grave where is thy victory, O death where is thy Sting." Benediction was pronounced by James M. Horsley of Soda Springs, Idaho. Each speaker spoke of the exemplary life lived by Sister Fife, Her sunny disposition. And asked God to bless the sorrowing husband and the motherless children, the aged mother, brothers and sisters. We shall meet but we shall miss her. There will be one vacant chair, We shall linger to caress her when we breathe our evening prayer.