Ruth Lyon was born on 11. Sep. 1909 at Hyde Park, Cache County, Utah. She was the daughter of
George Lyon and
Sarah Alice Woolf. Ruth Lyon was baptized on 6. Jul. 1918. She married
Harry Franklin Stephens on 10. Apr. 1937 at Evanston, Uinta County, Wyoming. Ruth Lyon died on 12. Jun. 1993 at Reno, Washoe County, Nevada, at age 83. She was buried on 15. Jun. 1993 at Reno, Washoe County, Nevada. Sharon Ann Stephen Spence, Amanda, Daniel. Husband Bruce //bd Mountain Veiw
Cem.
Nickname "Root"
Eulogy by Keith Canonic
Bn 1909 in Hyde Park Utah. The last of 11 children, 9 girls and 2 boys born to George Lyon and Alice Woolf. Ruth was the only child in this family without a middle name. The family claims this was because her parents had run out of girls names. She lived in Benson, Utah for four years then the family moved to Metropolis, Nevada. There she attended grammer school ðVìŒÏand some high school. It was here that she participated in rabbit drives, riding the school Sleigh, acting in dramatic plays and working on her fathers farm. She graduated from Wells High School and then went to the University of Nevada for a yðVìŒÏear which qualified her as a teacher. She taught for several years in various small schools in Elko County ending with a year at Hallic. It was here she met Harry Stephens. They eloped to Evanston, Wyoming, where they were married. They lived oðVìŒÏn several ranches, on in Lamoille, where they aquired a pet fawn for a pet. It would run along side of the car when they went to the post office. One day it came into the house and saw itself in a mirror. Ruth remarked on the deer's reaction toðVìŒÏ it's own reflection and had a good number of laughs at its antics. They moved to a ranch in Medord, Oregon and then to Grass Valley, Ca. World War II interupted all our lives. Ruth and Harry went to Richmond to the shipyards to work. Ruth was ðVìŒÏa timekeeper and Harry a welder. Harry was drafted and while he was training in Fort Benning, Ruth went with him. When he shipped over seas, Ruth bought a house in Sacramento to be near her sister Denece, who was in the hopital recovering from ðVìŒÏPolio. Ruth worked as a bookkeeper for a Hotel there. After Denece was released from the hospital Ruth took a job teaching in Yerington.
Soon Harry was released from the army and got a job with the Sierra Pacific Power Co. They moved to Farad ðVìŒÏand Ruth continued teaching 2nd grade at the Mount Rose School in Reno. During this time Ruth showed her persistance by completing her college courses for a degree in Education.
She loved camping, hunting and fishing. After retiring, she took ðVìŒÏpiano lessons and learned to oil paint. For many years she and Harry and my parents spent 2-3 months of the winter on the Colorado River at Parker. I would visit them there and Ruth and I always had to have several rounds of golf. Ruth was alwaðVìŒÏys busy filling her time playing bridge, bowling, knitting and playing golf. During my summer vacations she was my best golf companion. She was getting ready to play golf when she had her first stroke.
Ruth had a great sense of humor and was aðVìŒÏ verousious tease. As I was growing up she teased me constantly. But one time I got even with her. We were living in Hobart Mills and our house had a large pantry off the kitchen. One day she went into the pantry and I closed and locked the dooðVìŒÏr. She asked, threatened and begged me to let her out, but to no avail. She finally convinced me she had to go to the restroom so I let her out. Then she laughed and told me she really didn't have to go. She never lost her sense of humor. Last ðVìŒÏyear, as the doctor and nurses were reviewing her progress she told them all she needed was an everready battery to get her going. I remember traveling from Hobart Mills to Wells in her Chevy Coupe with me resting in the back window area enjoyiðVìŒÏng the sights and sleeping. She bought me a neat pair of riding boots and some jodhpur pants that I wore everywhere.
We will miss her quick wit. But I have a testimony that Ruth has joined those who have alrady passed on and is waiting to greeðVìŒÏt us when our time comes.