Eleanor Gwynne Lambert Ramey passed away Friday, June 7, 2019 at her home.
Gwynne was born May 16, 1935 in Rupert, ID. She spent her young years in the Jackson, ID area. She was born the middle of three children of Joseph Elmer and Leotta Ruth Pratt Lambert. Gwen lost her mother when she as four years old, her younger sister was a baby at the time, her father not having the means, or ability to care for a baby at the time allowed family friends to adopt the baby, Eva. Gwynne and her older sister spent much of their time running and playing in the desert, much of the land around them was still in sagebrush. She still had fond memories of her pet barred rock chicken, her dog sandy, and their pet sheep an uncle gave them and the many lizards they chased. At the age of thirteen they moved to Declo, ID where her dad worked at the lift station on the canal. She attended school at Declo until 1952. She then married Delmer Decker and had a son Robyn. Gwynne divorced Delmer and in 1954 she married Ernest Ramey, they had four daughters, Roxanne, Lorrie, Cindy, and Mary, Ernest later adopted Robyn.
Mom had a green thumb and could grow most anything. She also loved to crochet, sew, quilt and cook. She taught her daughters these skills.
Gwynne is preceded in death by her Grandparents, Mother, Father, her Stepmother Drucilla Lambert, her sister Ruth, her daughter Roxanna Ruth Ramey Plew, and Great-Great Grandson Luke Podesek. She is survived by her husband Ernest Ramey, Son Del Robyn Ramey, daughters Lorrie Venus Ramey Dunahoo, Cindy Lee Ramey Matsen, Mary Gwen Ramey Benton, several Grandchildren, Greatgrandchildren and Great-Great Granddaughter.
At the request of Gwynne there will be no funeral services. There will be a Graveside service 2:00 p.m. Friday, June 14, 2019 at the Rupert Cemetery. Services are under the direction of Joel Heward Hansen Mortuary.
A very special thank you to Dr. Margo Saunders, and to Home Health and Hospice for their great help.
As I Contemplate
As I quietly contemplate the music I hear of late
I know the Angels are preparing me for a date
There is a presence so very neat that expels fear
The Still Small voice of the Holy Spirit I often hear
The Still Small Voice is a reminder that Jesus is ever near
I see a mansion free because Jesus paid the price for me
The vision I will see more clearly as my date in Heaven draws near
Listen what is that I hear? Sounded like a trump-------
Ernest K Ramey
She Heard Her Master Call
She packed her all her spirit and soul
And went to answer the call
Just inside the gate she said “please Lord may I wait.”
Yes daughter, but just inside the gate
It will be yet awhile and they will be along
I knew you would understand Lord, for you too have a Son
In Acts 16:31 did I not say you and your house “saith the Lord”.
January 22, 2008
Mom Has Gone Home
Mom went home last night
It was her last night of fright, of tears
I know she was enveloped in all-consuming Light
As she went home last night
I can see her now with a grin from ear to ear
As the Lord let her at the door so dear
The door swung wide as Mom saw the other side
The grin becomes a laugh of joy now
As Mom can see those who have gone on before
Just beyond that glorious door
I can see her now rush to the Lord to plead
Lord watch over my loved ones until again we meet
In this place so beautiful and sweet
Ernest K Ramey
An Empty Place
In my heart there is an empty place
In my life there is a voided space
There is an empty chair that held a loved one
Time will fill the empty place
Time will close the voided space
But there will always be that tie that love binds
In our soul a love never dies
Not a love that has been so kind
There will be memories to help in the deepest time of need
This past love will ever leave a seed of hope
A seed that will grow and help in our time of need
It will grow to a plant of renown not a weed
We are born to die yet we can hope
Hope to leave a twinkle in someone’s eye
We can hope our passing will bring a tear to some precious eye
Yes we are born to die, but question not why
To us all it is appointed once to die
Hold fast to the joys we shared, to the pleasures we had
Let slip into the past the bad, the failures we had
Hold to the good, as we all should
Ernest K. Ramey
We have had a great journey together, over the mountains, through the valleys and across the rocky slippery slopes. Now we are approaching the end of this journey as we look toward our eternal home. You may beat me there, wait for me close by the Eastern Gate and I will soon meet you there. I had often hoped that we would enter the Gate hand in hand, but maybe not, God knows. Maybe God has another chore for me, but I will be along soon. Tell Clint to call me if he can stop preaching to the angels long enough. There are no words to tell you how much I love you, but I love you because you are you. Your spirit will forever abide with me and I will cherish it always.
All my Love and forever yours, your soulmate Ernie