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Dewey Maughn Jensen

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Dewey Maughn Jensen

Birth
Burton, Madison County, Idaho, USA
Death
13 Sep 1931 (aged 2)
Burton, Madison County, Idaho, USA
Burial
Rexburg, Madison County, Idaho, USA Add to Map
Plot
Block 2, Lots 1 & 2, Grave 4
Memorial ID
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Dewey Maughan Jensen died at the age of 2 years, 2 months, 1 day.

INFANT DROWNS AT BURTON SUNDAY
Funeral services for Dewey Maughan Jensen, two year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Wilford Jensen of Burton, were held Wednesday at Burton under the direction of Bishop Johnson. Speakers were Bishop Conrad Walz, Oswald Christensen, Bishop James Johnson and two brothers of Wilford Jensen. Musical numbers were rendered by the choir. Miss Ada Walz gave a vocal solo. Interment was made in the Burton cemetery under the direction of the Beneficial Mortuary Company.
The little boy drowned in an irrigation ditch Sunday about noon. He was playing in the yard when his mother missed him. After a search for about half an hour the body was found in the ditch. The sympathy of the entire community is extended to the bereaved family.


DEWEY'S DEATH by his sister, Mildred (Jensen) Johnson:
There was no hint of tragedy in that beautiful fall day, September 13 1931. The morning had been cool but the sun warmed the earth to summer temperature by noon. The sky was cloudless. Autumn flowers were covered with late blooms. The calm, warm atmosphere seemed to be giving us something to remember during the cold winter soon to follow. All of the family did not go to Sunday School. Mother and I cleaned the house and started dinner after the others left for church. I especially remember cleaning the bottom part of the glass in one of the windows facing the road. A few minutes later, I noticed a small handprint on the window where Dewey had reached up. I made a speech that I will always regret. I said it didn't do much good to clean things when they got dirty again so fast. Mother took no notice of my ill humor or at least she made no comment.
Just as the rest of the family arrived home from Sunday School, Uncle Elmer and Emery came. We invited them to eat with us. In the rush of greeting them and setting the table, we forgot for a moment our vigilance in watching Dewey. All summer long one of us had trailed him wherever he went. We were so afraid of him falling in the ditch. However, the water had been turned out of the ditch several days before for the last time that year.
When we sat down at the table we noticed immediately that he was not there. I ran as fast as I could go out the front door and straight to the ditch across the road. There was still about one foot of water in the ditch. I could see south to where it turned across the road. I then ran down the road, looked to the east in the water, and then to the west. The water had washed a deeper hole here as it had come through the culvert under the road. . . Everyone was searching by this time. I went farther into the trees and I heard Dad moan when he found Dewey in the ditch. Dad came down the road after I did and looked closer. He saw the tiny feet marks that had left the road and gone straight to the edge of the water. He got him out and began artificial respiration. Other people gathered and changed him off. Dr. Rich, who had helped Mother when Dewey was born, came and tried to revive him. The doctor said he (Dewey) had died of shock as he walked and fell head first off the culvert into the water. Apparently there was no water in his lungs.
After he had been taken to the undertaker's, and I went back into the house, the print of his tiny hand was still on the window.
It was so hard for me to understand why Dewey had to be taken by death. He was so dear to all of us. Several months later when I was telling Dad that it looked like God could have taken some of the other people we knew, he got really cross with me. I had mentioned a particular family who seemed to care nothing about the church and spent much of their time in drunken pursuits. I will never forget the reply he made to me, "What good would those kind of people be on the other side? God needs people to do his work over there just as he needs good helpers here."

Sources:
Obituary of Dewey Maughan Jensen
"Through the years with Georgia and Wilford Jensen" compiled and edited by Zola V. Jensen and Heber M. Jensen

Dewey Maughan Jensen died at the age of 2 years, 2 months, 1 day.

INFANT DROWNS AT BURTON SUNDAY
Funeral services for Dewey Maughan Jensen, two year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Wilford Jensen of Burton, were held Wednesday at Burton under the direction of Bishop Johnson. Speakers were Bishop Conrad Walz, Oswald Christensen, Bishop James Johnson and two brothers of Wilford Jensen. Musical numbers were rendered by the choir. Miss Ada Walz gave a vocal solo. Interment was made in the Burton cemetery under the direction of the Beneficial Mortuary Company.
The little boy drowned in an irrigation ditch Sunday about noon. He was playing in the yard when his mother missed him. After a search for about half an hour the body was found in the ditch. The sympathy of the entire community is extended to the bereaved family.


DEWEY'S DEATH by his sister, Mildred (Jensen) Johnson:
There was no hint of tragedy in that beautiful fall day, September 13 1931. The morning had been cool but the sun warmed the earth to summer temperature by noon. The sky was cloudless. Autumn flowers were covered with late blooms. The calm, warm atmosphere seemed to be giving us something to remember during the cold winter soon to follow. All of the family did not go to Sunday School. Mother and I cleaned the house and started dinner after the others left for church. I especially remember cleaning the bottom part of the glass in one of the windows facing the road. A few minutes later, I noticed a small handprint on the window where Dewey had reached up. I made a speech that I will always regret. I said it didn't do much good to clean things when they got dirty again so fast. Mother took no notice of my ill humor or at least she made no comment.
Just as the rest of the family arrived home from Sunday School, Uncle Elmer and Emery came. We invited them to eat with us. In the rush of greeting them and setting the table, we forgot for a moment our vigilance in watching Dewey. All summer long one of us had trailed him wherever he went. We were so afraid of him falling in the ditch. However, the water had been turned out of the ditch several days before for the last time that year.
When we sat down at the table we noticed immediately that he was not there. I ran as fast as I could go out the front door and straight to the ditch across the road. There was still about one foot of water in the ditch. I could see south to where it turned across the road. I then ran down the road, looked to the east in the water, and then to the west. The water had washed a deeper hole here as it had come through the culvert under the road. . . Everyone was searching by this time. I went farther into the trees and I heard Dad moan when he found Dewey in the ditch. Dad came down the road after I did and looked closer. He saw the tiny feet marks that had left the road and gone straight to the edge of the water. He got him out and began artificial respiration. Other people gathered and changed him off. Dr. Rich, who had helped Mother when Dewey was born, came and tried to revive him. The doctor said he (Dewey) had died of shock as he walked and fell head first off the culvert into the water. Apparently there was no water in his lungs.
After he had been taken to the undertaker's, and I went back into the house, the print of his tiny hand was still on the window.
It was so hard for me to understand why Dewey had to be taken by death. He was so dear to all of us. Several months later when I was telling Dad that it looked like God could have taken some of the other people we knew, he got really cross with me. I had mentioned a particular family who seemed to care nothing about the church and spent much of their time in drunken pursuits. I will never forget the reply he made to me, "What good would those kind of people be on the other side? God needs people to do his work over there just as he needs good helpers here."

Sources:
Obituary of Dewey Maughan Jensen
"Through the years with Georgia and Wilford Jensen" compiled and edited by Zola V. Jensen and Heber M. Jensen



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