Vestal Carnie Adams

Feb. 28, 1920- April 6, 2011

JEROME � Vestal Carnie Adams, 91, of Jerome, passed away peacefully at his home
Wednesday, April 6, 2011, surrounded by his loved ones.
He was born Feb. 28, 1920, at Arcadia, Kan., to Worley Wilbur Adams and Vina Mae Huddleston,
and was reared and educated there. Vestal served in the Army during World War II, receiving five
bronze stars and a Purple Heart. He married Leah Irene Jones on Oct. 25, 1943,
at Kansas City, Mo., and they moved to Jerome in 1947. Vestal milked cows and farmed,
and also worked for Blamires Custom Farming until 1983.
He loved square dancing with the Buttons and Bows Square dancers, traveling and hunting.
He is survived by his sister, Loretta Belle Smith of Filer, son, Merle Dean (Eileen) Adams of Jerome;
three daughters, Delores Kale (Jim) Brooks of Wendell, Betty (Don) Clemmons of Bliss and
Karan Renae (Ricky) Walker of Cook, Wash.; 13 grandchildren and 22 great-grandchildren.
Vestal was preceded in death by his parents, Worley and Vina Adams; his wife, Irene;
two brothers, Worlie Adams and Kenneth Lee Rice; one sister, Gilma Piltcher; and
one great-granddaughter, Scout Kristine Caudill.
The funeral will be conducted at 11 a.m. Wednesday, April 13, at the
Hove-Robertson Funeral Chapel in Jerome. Visitation will be conducted from 6 until 8 p.m.
Tuesday, April 12, at the Hove-Robertson Funeral Chapel in Jerome.
Burial will follow at 1:30 p.m. in the Gem Memorial Gardens at Burley, Idaho, on the
South Oakley Highway. Funeral services are under the care and direction of the Hove-Robertson Funeral Chapel in Jerome.
Vestal will be greatly missed by all; he was a great man and will be in our hearts foreverThe family
would like to give special thanks to Dr. James Irwin, the staff at
St. Benedict�s Family Medical Center and to St. Luke�s Hospice.

Eulogy: Vestal Adams-02/28/1920 to 04/06/2011

Grandpa Vestal brought a lot of joy and laughter to everyone that crossed his
path. He was a hard working, down home good 'ol boy and most of all a loving family
man. His traditions and values are legacies that will be passed on for generations. As I
grew up I idolized his old fashioned lifestyle, and now as an adult I get the honor of putting
in play all the wonderful values I learned from him. Some examples that come to mind
would be going to grandpa's house and immediately getting offered a soda, dinner, or a
snack. You never went to grandpa's and left with an empty stomach, he just wouldn't
allow it. Coffee was always on, and he enjoyed nothing more than to have a hot cup of
coffee and chit chat at the kitchen table. He made everyone feel comfortable and at home
when visiting him. I don't remember one time upon leaving Granpa's that he wasn't
standing outside on the porch waving until you were out of sight. You always got the
famous "Come back when ya can't stay so long" or "Ain't no need to rush off"

There was never a dull moment with Gramps around, he was always teasing,
joking, or laughing. Grandpa was always singing random little tunes that were quite
humorous, and they were usually unexpected and completely from out of nowhere. A
moment that his teasing and his tunes go hand in hand was early one morning when I was
getting ready for my hair cut at Ferg's Barber shop in Jerome. I was young and not much
of a morning person. Grandpa was getting quite the kick out of how upset I was, so he
started poking me and started singing "Lucy put your shoes on, you're a big girl now"
repeatedly. He had me bawling and he found it quite funny...until of course the notorious
"Vestal!!! Quit your damn pickin on that poor kid!" came back from the back of the living room.
However it never failed, I'd show up to that barber shop and become the proudest
grandson in the world, exchanging smiles with such an amazing grandfather.
Granpa was full of vigor and spirit. He lived everyday to the fullest without
regret, a lesson he would wish us all to adhere to in his memory. He was the foundation
of this beautiful family in which he was so proud of. He made us who we are and that is
the greatest honor. To some he was an Uncle, a Brother, a Father, Cousin, or Grandfather,
but to all he was a beloved friend. With that said I'd like to share a couple thoughts and
memories written from two of his nieces Ramona and Verena.

His Sister Loretta Smith

Vestal was a good and loving brother, but he sure could tease. He loved to tease
my sister and me. I remember one time mom gave me a mothers oat box to play with.
Vestal took it away from me, mom made him give it back. He just kept taking it from me.
So finally he cut it up into little pieces so he wouldn't have to give it back. So mom made
him carry the pieces around all day.
He came running to the house one day yelling, I tut my tinner on a tacker ban!!!
Meaning I cut my finger on a tabacco can. He used to tease my kids and his own until they
would get mad at him, but they all loved him. My son says it was Uncle Vestal that
taught him to be ornery. Love and hugs big bother, through all of eternity and one day, and then one day more.

He was an important person in my life. My favorite Uncle. He was always there when
anything happened in my life. It was the joy of my life to tell him a joke and hear him laugh.
He never had a bad word to say about anyone. He was friendly to everyone.
He was just peaceful and quiet, just a super nice guy.
Loretta Pearl-niece.

The only true testament to life comes with our death. The memories we leave
behind with those we have loved and who loved us. The simple kindnesses we bestowed
and the kindnesses that have been bestowed upon us. This man, my Great Uncle Vestal,
was a memory builder, his smile that was so ready, the laughter that came from his heart,
the jokes that rolled off his lips, the love that shined from his eyes for his vast family.

I watched his family rally around him throughout his life and as he was preparing
to leave this world. They spoke kindly to him, they were patient with him, they tended to
his needs with love, they encouraged others to sit with him, to share the past as well as the
present with him, and they accepted his last days as a most precious gift, and when
the time came they let him know that it was ok.

Uncle Vestal was a joiner, he loved being around family and friends, whether it
was a picnic in the backyard, a family reunion, a sport or program that his family was
participating in, he was there. He was a participant in life, he was on the go most of the
time, yet he knew how to sit down, sit still and enjoy conversation with others.

I have a lot of memories of Uncle Vestal, holidays at his and Aunt Irene's home,
picnics at the falls, playing at his farm as a young child, feeding the baby calves a bottle,
helping to milk the cows, hunting for eggs in the haystacks, making homemade ice
cream, and the list goes on. I think my fondest memory though happened last summer at
our family reunion in Filer, Idaho. He was sitting with Grandma Smith and talking with
and listening to those around him, I was playing blong ball with my brother Steve, my
Grandsons, nieces and nephews and I looked up to see him watchng us laughing and having fun, and he smiled at me.

Ramona Mongomery-Great Niece.

Memories from a Great Niece:

My memories of Uncle Vestal began in early childhood with his beautiful smile. Uncle Vestal always
had a big smile for me and of course, a little teasing. He would ask me if I had been up to something or other and
when I denied it he would laugh his big belly laugh and delight us all. It even brought smiles to
Delores Kale and Betty Lou's face who lived with him everyday. I will always appreciate the example
he set for us of "Keep on Smiling" and to "see 9or make) all of the humor we can in everyday".

Uncle Vestal loved all of his family with all of his heart. He tried to make it to every family occasions
he could and sometime she even came up with reasons to get everyone together for picnics,
dinners, and birthdays. He always took the time to visit with everyone there and made everyone
feel included in the conversation or the occasion. All the while teasing just enough to make it a
warm and happy day. He taught us all to "Be happy with our families and show our Love for them
no matter what".

We all have great memories of Uncle Vestal. We love him we will miss him every day for the rest
of our lives and we look forward to seeing him again on the other side.

All of my love,
Dena.

Dear Uncle

We will love you forever and one day more.
Life sometimes seems an empty and useless thing. Time foes by without a meaning; thoughts
drift and go with the wind. Always a moving thing, the heart, it's keeping you going to another.
As time goes by, it beats only for the next dawn. Inside the hurt swells and blows out in drops
of tears. Life will, and still must go on, but the hurt and ache will always remain as a reminder,
life is once again empty.
Uncle Vestal was a good man, and will remain forever in our hearts. I learned much from him
and always loved him.
Don Dade-nephew.

Light a candle in Vestal's memory, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby, or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.