Show ELVA A SKINNER SKIN NEIl with the untimely passing of eva skinner athla community has 1116 suffered an irreparable loss just in the mature matura bloom of 0 life a woman of high ideals ono one who gathered tho the poetry of alf alfo from tho the common com mon thing things S 4 about b ou t nor her even giving and of time and talent I 1 such acoman was eva skinner hor naturally happy disposition radiated s sunshine as truly qs aa the sun gives out heat boat to see BOS her duty wa was 8 to du it before her marriage marria geshe ahe was twe sor retney of tho the sunday school and in lator yara she has boon a counselor in tho the Y L M ALI 1 A and a 0 teacher in the bellot society Bo so clety atthe at tho alme of her death suo she wai wa the clas alps leader in the west ward and would have been called as aa stake literary clasa loader leader had sho she lived Sho also hald tho the position of historian in the tha beaver camp of tho the daughters of tho the utah mrs mra S skinner kinner was a daughter of william and jeanette Jo smith S sally ally she was born may alay 15 1877 at sa salt it lake city their mother died when she was but a year old tho th grandmother raising railing her bar after the mothers death the father diled in service during the spanish li american war in the islands as a result of sunstroke olce his body was brought to vancouver Van cover washington whore he waa hurled buried at tho the military barricks on december 25 1898 mrs mra skinner i was marr married led to austin skinner to whom were born tho the following 8 children Do boloy loy drucella Druc llla jeanotte Je donald donal d I lolen vincent elva and pha with the passing of years time will gently lea 1 the wounded hobarta that aro are crus hodl with grief but the I 1 memory of at elva skinner will live VO i in the ahe hearts of those who inq knew he her r best besl k calling I 1 I 1 an evening evenings shades hados are falling softly oer yale vale and lea our herts are arc calling calling thy loved face to see sea we miss thy gen gentle tio face dear for thy loving touch wo we long restless we wander oer the place in bramo we wc hear thy song wo we wilted to listen tor for thy call but through our window camo came but sighing like angels call they breathe th thine ane own dear namo we know WO we not tar froni from thoo thee we hear thy footsteps falling in fancy still wo we gaze on thee lo 10 our heart aare calling calling by isabelle isabella ruby owen |