Clyde Cyrus Page

Clyde Cyrus Page was a wonderful gardener. If you drove down Millcreek Way, on nearly any day of the year, spring, summer, fall or winter you would find him, next to empty mounds of earth, vibrant rose bushes, tall stalks of corn, or barren trees. There he would be, in his baseball cap, planting and weeding and pruning. Those who knew him, knew the joy he took in planting small seeds and watching them grow into something wonderful, to be shared with those around him for a time. On January 23rd, after 100 years, his season came to an end. But like his beautiful gardens, he left the world a better place, and the fruits he bore, were those of a well-lived and happy life.

Clyde was born in Bountiful, Utah on August 8, 1921, the youngest of 8 children, to Ensign Page and Selina Startup Tovey. He attended Davis High school and after graduating, served a mission in the Imperial Valley in California. After his mission, he joined the Army and was inducted into the Army Air Corps and proudly served his country as a cryptographer, stationed in the Asian Pacific Theatre during World War II. When the war was over, he returned home and married his sweetheart, Marjorie Anne Cutler, in the Salt Lake Temple on June 12, 1946, and they began to grow their own family with the arrival of their oldest son, Brent. A daughter, Andrea, and three more sons, Dennis, Steve, and Rick followed. Another son, Albert Page Tinhorn, came to them through the Indian Placement Program, and their family was complete.

Throughout his life, his children, and later his grandchildren, watched and observed the kind of man that he was, and the way he governed his life, and saw in him the kind of person they wanted to be. From him they learned the value of hard work, as he worked for the postal service for 35 years to support his family, often having one or two additional jobs to make ends meet. With his own hands he built and constantly remodeled a home for his family and cultivated his talents as a gardener and a woodworker.

They enjoyed his sense of humor and wit as he played tricks and told jokes, sometimes laughing at his own expense.

They saw his dedication to family as he spent time with them, taking them camping and fishing. He even bought a boat to encourage more family time as they went boating and waterskiing together. And as his family grew with grandchildren and great-grandchildren, he brought everyone together for Sunday dinners. His family saw him model the way that every man should treat his wife, as he devoted his life to loving her, always treating her with kindness and respect. And from him they saw humility, as they watched as he served and loved those around him in quiet kindness and unassuming ways.

They felt his remarkable spiritual strength and his unwavering testimony of the Savior and his gospel. Throughout his life he sought to emulate Christ, the heavenly gardener, and cultivate the sweet fruit of the gospel in others, serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as a young man and later with his beloved wife to the Micronesian Islands. He never let an opportunity to share his testimony of the Gospel with his children or grandchildren go by. No one who knew him could ever doubt that his devotion to the Lord was strong and steadfast.

There are so many small things that will remind us of kind and gentle Dad and Grandpa. The smell of soap and dirt, carving pumpkins in October, BYU football games, pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving, Christmas lights, our Christmas Pie tradition, fruit trees and flowers. Always flowers.

After 100 years on earth, grandpa watched the world grow in amazing and remarkable ways; the first car, the first television, a world at war and the peace and prosperity that followed. He watched a man walk on the moon, a world without computers and then computers going from filling a room to fitting in his hand. But if you asked him what he had loved to watch grow and change, more than any wonders of an advancing world, it was his family. Those he loved, tended, and cared for more than any of his beloved gardens. They were what he valued most in the world.

Clyde is survived by his wife of 75 years, Marjorie, his five sons, Brent, Dennis (Intok), Albert (Tammy), Steve (Michelle), and Rick (Lori), and 17 grandchildren, 33 great-grandchildren, and two great-great-grandchildren (and two on the way).

He is preceded in death by his parents, all of his siblings, his daughter, Andrea, daughter-in-law, Nancy, and grandson Les Falatea.

Funeral services will be held on Monday, January 31, 2022, at 11:00 am at the Bountiful 39th ward, 1500 S 600 East, Bountiful, with viewings on Sunday, January 30, 2022 at Russon Mortuary, 295 N. Main St., Bountiful, from 6:00 pm until 8:00 pm, and Monday morning from 9:30 am until 10:30 am at the church.

Services will be streamed live at: https://zoom.us/j/98916978041?pwd=cXRkaFhFdzluSkQ4N1dXWnd1b0c0dz09

Our gardener is gone but the seeds of the life he planted will continue to grow. We love you!

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