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Show 9 Cribut Jzvvy Jerald Henrie Cameron was buried in Panguitch during a bright, sunny day on January 1 6, 1 994. He was 72 years old. One of Jerry's and my first dates was when he brought me to Panguitch. That is when I began to see how much he loved Pangutich, where he was born. He shared his childhood memories with me as we traveled the country- side and drove up and down the streets. We married near Panguitch Lake. We honeymooned in the house on Center Street and I began to pull weeds and we started to renovate the property prop-erty and fix the house. Our goal was to come here and just enjoy our labor. But, our joy really was taking care of the property and all the activity that surrounded sur-rounded those accomplishments. We enlisted Panguitch friends and neighbors neigh-bors and learned to love them. Martin Nay's cows were recruited to eat brush and Bill Hughes and his family were the loving caretakers, even removing rocks, shoveling snow, painting, mowing, and helping us keep the place beautiful. Denny Orton winterized, win-terized, put in sprinklers and helped to keep the place intact. There, were many others who helped us earn a "Community Pride Award" this May. When we reluctantly, and with much sadness, had to prayerfully leave our home and this valley to return to Las Vegas so that Jerry could put together to-gether another automobile deal, we were sad to leave the place where we felt safe and welcome. I realized that Jerry's state of mind belonged in Panguitch and so I talked to him about coming home when he died. We always made it to Panguitch for Halloween O(sometimes in the bitterest cold). When we arrived, Jerry carved his pumpkin and I decorated the house in scary Halloween attire.. And we waited anxiously for the first children to come to the door and say "Trick or Treat." We were always delighted when the Nay children arrived as they are our special friends. Jerry more than enjoyed Louis L'Amour's books. He read them over and over. The stories reminded him of Panguitch. Some of my fondest memories are of Jerry sitting in his green chair in the Panguitch living room reading while I cooked or just sat and watched him. He was such a handsome man. To quote Louis L'Amour, "Everything a man does is an indication of his character." I know that Jerry's character was above reproach. This is not the end of the trail for Jerry, but just the beginning. His body has come home to Panguitch and his spirit has gone home to Heavenly Father. Fa-ther. Thank you, Panguitch. Thank all of you for the best years of my life - for sharing your lives with Jerry and me. I appreciate the First Ward and Bishop Jon Torgerson for assisting Jerry's family and for providing lunch, and many thanks to the American Legion for the concluding ceremony and to Neal S. Magelby & Sons Mortuary. But most of all, I thank all of you for embracing and loving us. My heart will remain here with you and Jerry and some day I will come home to rest here, too. Karen Cameron |