In memory of Letty Marie (Pearce) Jensen. She was
born in Richfield, Utah on October 15, 1906. She married Earmest
Cecil Pearce on September 7, 1937. She died in her home in
Salt Lake City, Utah on October 31, 1993 at the age of 87.
Obituary - Letty Marie Jensen Pearce, 87, died October 31, 1993 quietly
in her sleep at her home in West Valley City after battling cancer. Born October 15, 1906
in Richfield, Utah, third of four daughters born into the loving home of Niels and Katie
Bell Levi Jensen. Her childhood was rich because of the wonderful relationship shared with
her parents and her three dear sisters. She was raised in Beaver, Utah, where she graduated
from high school.
On June 24, 1927, when she was 21 years old, Letty and her childhood sweetheart,
Earnest Cecil Pearce, were married in Salt Lake City. They lived together in Beaver, Blanding,
and West Valley City, and were the proud parents of nine children, to whom she devoted her
entire life. Nothing gave her greater joy than time spent with her family. She made her home
the welcome hub for everyone.
Her husband was a respected Highway Patrolman and she was always proud and supportive of him.
Letty had a beautiful, rich, low singing voice and enjoyed harmonizing with her husband. She was a
loving and devoted daughter, sister, wife, mother and grandmother.
She is survived by five daughters and four sons, Ann Marie Lish, Earnest Ray Pearce (Barbara),
Norma Jean Murphy (William), Helen Joan Grimshaw (Russell), Zelma Woodbury, Zora Woodward (Max),
David Niels Pearce (Sharon), Edwin Garth (Carol), Douglas Dale Pearce (Marilyn); sisters, Norma Easton
and Julia Faye Williams (John); 23 grandchildren; 51 great-grandchildren; numerous nieces and nephews.
She was preceded in death by husband, Earnest; sister, Ann Clerynth Larson; brothers-in-law,
Ed Larson and Ray Easton; sons-in-law, Wendell Packard and Rex Lish.
Friends may visit the family Tuesday, 6-8 p.m. at Letty's home. Graveside services and interment will
be held Wednesday, 1 p.m. at the Beaver City Cemetery, under the direction of McDougal Funeral Home.
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
(1830 – 1886)