Evva Lee Deakin was born February 15, 1923 in Grouse Creek, Utah a daughter of Isaac Franklin  and Orita Ellen Richins Lee.

Her brothers and sisters are: Franklin Ray, Russell A, LaVern, Irene, and Juanita.

Velma Kimber, Viril Kimber, Barbara Kimber, Evva Lee, Virginia Warburton, Emma Paskett, Max Tanner & Gerald Warburton

Evva, Irene, LaVerne, and Merla Lee

She was reared and educated in Grouse Creek and graduated from Ogden high school. In 1944 she moved to Tremonton, Utah for eight years and then to Ogden, Utah.

She worked at the Snappy Service Cafe and for Internal Revenue Service.

Evva married Bert Deakin on May 18, 1944 in Ogden, Utah. Her children are; Frank, Evalene, Jeanette and stepchildren Bert, JoAnn, Nedra, and Shauna.

She was a member of the LDS Church and served as a Sunday School teacher and a member of the MIA Stake Board.

Russell, LaVerne, Frank, Irene, Juanita, Orita, Evva, Merla & Ray Lee

The following is from Irene Lee’s history.

Evva and her family lived in Ogden for almost as many years as we did. She worked hard all her married life. She had three children, Evvalene, Frank, and Jeanette. They were close to the ages of Carolyn and Keith, and Jeanette was a little older than Gayle. They lived on 21st Street in a home Evva was buying.

I remember one day she called me on the phone. She was crying and said: “I don’t want to die.” She had found a lump in her breast. She eventually had to have a mastectomy. Before that, she had a hysterectomy. It wasn’t long until she had a growth in the other breast and had it surgically removed also. While she was in the hospital with the last surgery, I was visiting with her. There were tubes and bandages all over her chest. The doctor walked in. Without thinking she hurried and pulled the sheets up over her chest. Realizing there was nothing to hide, she started to cry. This was just the beginning of a long hard battle with cancer. She had chemo regularly, her hair fell out and she had such a gray color in her face. Then the cancer hit her back. With her bones affected she could hardly walk. She just shuffled her feet along, scuffing up little throw rugs in her home. I hated to see her like she was. I couldn’t take away her pain, I tried to help by doing her washing and taking some meals to her besides my regular visits. She spent several weeks with me during the summer months before she died in January. LaVerne also had her go to Grantsville so she could help take care of her. I keep thinking how discouraging her days must have been, trying to rise above the sickness she had.

The day she died I had worked at school and had come home to get ready for Primary. I knew I had to go to the hospital to see her first. When I got there, the nurse asked me if I REALLY wanted to go in. I did. Her hands and fingernails were blue. I asked for a blanket to cover her up, but they didn’t bring it. She didn’t know me at all. I had left school around one o’clock and sat by her bed until quarter to four. There was no movement of her body or any word spoken at the time — just heavy labored breathing. I did my duties at Primary and was going to go right back up there, but before I could, her friend Zona came and told me she had died. I’ve always felt bad that she didn’t have family with her when she went. I called LaVerne. Dad was there when she received my call. It was hard on him. Evva was only 51 when she died. 

Evva died on January 9, 1974 and was buried in the Riverview Cemetery, Tremonton, Utah.