Grant Evan Cottam
1922 - 2016
Early Life: Grant was born September 8, 1922, at his grandmother's house in Naples, Utah. His mother, Sarah Ellen Manwaring Cottam, had taken her children to Vernal to spend the summer with her family, the Manwarings. When Grant was old enough to travel, they went back to their home in Bunkerville, Nevada, where his father, Charles Walter Cottam, was a school teacher. His early years were spent in Bunkerville, Price and St. George, Utah, with his eight brothers and sisters. His earliest memory is of seeing the lights as the family went up over a knoll and into St. George when he was only two years old. He loved to tell the story of traveling by horse and wagon and stopping half way between their ranch on Smith Mountain and their home in St. George, Utah, to camp by the Virgin River. His mother surprised him when she came around the wagon with a birthday cake for his sixth birthday. It was his last memory of her on her feet. She had a weak heart and cancer; she died when he was nine. In his own words: "she used to put cayenne pepper on my tongue if I used an improper word. She encouraged me to do a good job with my chores by telling me, and everyone, what a good job I had done. Her lessons have helped me turn out reasonably well." He slept in a screened-in porch under two old quilts sandwiching old clothes for warmth in the winter. Their bathroom was the standard outhouse, and the toilet paper was old catalogs. The refrigerator was an old orange crate nailed to a tree trunk with a gunny sack hanging over the open face. All day long during the summer, Grant and Alvin herded their cows as they grazed along ditches and streams. They did a lot of rock climbing, swinging in trees, swimming in ditches and ponds as the cows grazed. They collected bird eggs and played with cans as toy wagons, bones as toy horses and cows, and fruit pits as turkeys, chickens and baby chicks. They played with the neighborhood kids almost every night in the main intersection (cars were few and far between), under the street light. He played kick-the-san, prisoner's base, hide-and-seek, red rover and touch football. "We didn't think of ourselves as poor, but we didn't eat well or dress well or have any luxuries. Christmas was one Orange, one nut, one piece of hard tack candy for each of us. No presents. I did not complain too loudly – I didn't turn out too badly. Looking back, I know God helped me along the way. I attended the old 'red prison,' Woodward Elementary, most of my early years. I remember going to the first grade with holes in my bib overalls, and barefooted. People often complained because I generally walked to school in the winter without a coat. You can't wear what you don't have." He herded goats in the mountains west of St. George, worked at a mining camp northwest of St. George, worked in the fields in Overton, Nevada, and worked at Verd's in Orem. Grant graduated from Dixie High School in 1940.
Life's Work | Service | Interests: He then graduated from Dixie Jr. College, majoring in Drama, acting, directing, managing the stage and doing makeup. About this time, his father remarried and four more siblings were added to his family. Grant went to work in Gabbs, Nevada, at a defense plant and there he met Virginia. They were engaged on Valentine's Day and married while on furlough after he was drafted. He served in India for two years in a railroad shop battalion. "We ate and slept with our rifles, but never had any ammunition for them." Returning from the war to his wife and small son, they moved around, had a daughter and eventually settled in Reno, Nevada, where he worked as a carpenter and his last son was born. Grant began working for the Carpenter's Joint Apprenticeship Committee, overseeing the training of apprentices, then deciding to make a career change and moved to Walnut Creek, California. He went back to school at UC Berkeley while working as a carpenter. Diablo Jr. College hired him to teach apprenticeship classes part-time and later, hired him to set up a construction technology class. While employed for DVC, he went back to college at San Francisco State, receiving a bachelor's degree and a special secondary Vocational Class A Credential in Trade and Industrial and Public Service Education. Grant and Virginia moved to a lovely home in Benicia, California, overlooking the Strait. Grant became a member of the bishopric in Benicia, working with the Primary, Sunday School, and the music in the ward. Later, he was on the stake high council and then again back in the Benicia bishopric. After retirement, the family moved to Provo, Utah, in 1990, and then moved to his last home in Orem. Enjoy the following thoughts he expressed during the last few years of his life: "When I was about 28 I opened the Bible one night to John 13:34 'A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.' I have tried to do that ever since. At work I always did quality work. At school I spent extra time and effort. Life has been very good to me, so I have learned to look for opportunities to care and share. "My testimony to you: I know God, our Heavenly Father lives. I love Him, and I know He loves me. I often thank Him for this beautiful earth, the lakes, the mountains, the sunsets, the clouds, shapes, colors, and for the beautiful people I get to associate with. I know Jesus Christ, the Son of God, lives. I love Him and I know he loves me. He is our advocate with God. He is our Teacher, our Example, our Redeemer, our Savior, our Brother, and our Friend. I know the Holy Ghost has been a help to me throughout my life. He is our Comforter, our Guide, and our Companion. I love each and every one of my children and their spouses, and every one of my grandchildren and their spouses, and every one of my great grandchildren. I ask my posterity to remember God and keep His commandments. Remember Jesus and follow His example. Remember your ancestors and your heritage. Stay close to your family. Care and share. Stay close to the church, serve and bless and help those in need. Follow the promptings of the Holy Ghost. Continue my support of girl's and women's sports and activities. Some of my favorite songs: 'Younger than Springtime,' 'Abide With Me: Tis Eventide' (hymn 165), 'Danny Boy,' 'I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen,' 'A Little Bit of Heaven,' 'Shenandoah,' 'Galloway Bay' 'An Irish Lullaby,' 'Autumn Leaves,' 'You'll Never Walk Alone,' and 'Lord, I Would Follow Thee.'" His counsel to us: "Be kind, understanding and helpful to everyone in need. Everyone needs love; some are ill, some are discouraged, some are lonely, and some are old. It is well to remember that there are broken hearts and wounded souls among us that need the tender loving care of one who has an understanding heart. Be compassionate, and help the seeds of compassion grow by putting yourself in someone else's place to learn to help and understand them, rather than judge them." As an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Grant served in many capacities and brightening lives with his generosity and humor. Grant Evan Cottam, 94, passed away November 16, 2016, in Provo, Utah.
Survived By: His sons: Grant (Susan) Cottam, Spencer (Pamela) Cottam; his daughter, Lynda (Victor) Sorensen; numerous grandchildren; great-grandchildren; his brother, William (Elizabeth) Cottam; sisters: Emily (Gary) Godfrey, Mary Alice Carter, Cathy Stucki; and sister-in-law, Carol Cottam.
Predeceased By: His wife, Virginia; his parents; his brothers: Rulon, Ray, LaVell, Alvin and Donald; as well as his sisters: Ellen, Mildred and Verda.
Services: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Location: Cherry Hill 7th Ward Chapel | Orem, Utah
Interment: Orem City Cemetery
Obituary: © 2016 | Utah Valley Mortuary
Bio Compiled By: Annie Duckett Hundley
1922 - 2016
Early Life: Grant was born September 8, 1922, at his grandmother's house in Naples, Utah. His mother, Sarah Ellen Manwaring Cottam, had taken her children to Vernal to spend the summer with her family, the Manwarings. When Grant was old enough to travel, they went back to their home in Bunkerville, Nevada, where his father, Charles Walter Cottam, was a school teacher. His early years were spent in Bunkerville, Price and St. George, Utah, with his eight brothers and sisters. His earliest memory is of seeing the lights as the family went up over a knoll and into St. George when he was only two years old. He loved to tell the story of traveling by horse and wagon and stopping half way between their ranch on Smith Mountain and their home in St. George, Utah, to camp by the Virgin River. His mother surprised him when she came around the wagon with a birthday cake for his sixth birthday. It was his last memory of her on her feet. She had a weak heart and cancer; she died when he was nine. In his own words: "she used to put cayenne pepper on my tongue if I used an improper word. She encouraged me to do a good job with my chores by telling me, and everyone, what a good job I had done. Her lessons have helped me turn out reasonably well." He slept in a screened-in porch under two old quilts sandwiching old clothes for warmth in the winter. Their bathroom was the standard outhouse, and the toilet paper was old catalogs. The refrigerator was an old orange crate nailed to a tree trunk with a gunny sack hanging over the open face. All day long during the summer, Grant and Alvin herded their cows as they grazed along ditches and streams. They did a lot of rock climbing, swinging in trees, swimming in ditches and ponds as the cows grazed. They collected bird eggs and played with cans as toy wagons, bones as toy horses and cows, and fruit pits as turkeys, chickens and baby chicks. They played with the neighborhood kids almost every night in the main intersection (cars were few and far between), under the street light. He played kick-the-san, prisoner's base, hide-and-seek, red rover and touch football. "We didn't think of ourselves as poor, but we didn't eat well or dress well or have any luxuries. Christmas was one Orange, one nut, one piece of hard tack candy for each of us. No presents. I did not complain too loudly – I didn't turn out too badly. Looking back, I know God helped me along the way. I attended the old 'red prison,' Woodward Elementary, most of my early years. I remember going to the first grade with holes in my bib overalls, and barefooted. People often complained because I generally walked to school in the winter without a coat. You can't wear what you don't have." He herded goats in the mountains west of St. George, worked at a mining camp northwest of St. George, worked in the fields in Overton, Nevada, and worked at Verd's in Orem. Grant graduated from Dixie High School in 1940.
Life's Work | Service | Interests: He then graduated from Dixie Jr. College, majoring in Drama, acting, directing, managing the stage and doing makeup. About this time, his father remarried and four more siblings were added to his family. Grant went to work in Gabbs, Nevada, at a defense plant and there he met Virginia. They were engaged on Valentine's Day and married while on furlough after he was drafted. He served in India for two years in a railroad shop battalion. "We ate and slept with our rifles, but never had any ammunition for them." Returning from the war to his wife and small son, they moved around, had a daughter and eventually settled in Reno, Nevada, where he worked as a carpenter and his last son was born. Grant began working for the Carpenter's Joint Apprenticeship Committee, overseeing the training of apprentices, then deciding to make a career change and moved to Walnut Creek, California. He went back to school at UC Berkeley while working as a carpenter. Diablo Jr. College hired him to teach apprenticeship classes part-time and later, hired him to set up a construction technology class. While employed for DVC, he went back to college at San Francisco State, receiving a bachelor's degree and a special secondary Vocational Class A Credential in Trade and Industrial and Public Service Education. Grant and Virginia moved to a lovely home in Benicia, California, overlooking the Strait. Grant became a member of the bishopric in Benicia, working with the Primary, Sunday School, and the music in the ward. Later, he was on the stake high council and then again back in the Benicia bishopric. After retirement, the family moved to Provo, Utah, in 1990, and then moved to his last home in Orem. Enjoy the following thoughts he expressed during the last few years of his life: "When I was about 28 I opened the Bible one night to John 13:34 'A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.' I have tried to do that ever since. At work I always did quality work. At school I spent extra time and effort. Life has been very good to me, so I have learned to look for opportunities to care and share. "My testimony to you: I know God, our Heavenly Father lives. I love Him, and I know He loves me. I often thank Him for this beautiful earth, the lakes, the mountains, the sunsets, the clouds, shapes, colors, and for the beautiful people I get to associate with. I know Jesus Christ, the Son of God, lives. I love Him and I know he loves me. He is our advocate with God. He is our Teacher, our Example, our Redeemer, our Savior, our Brother, and our Friend. I know the Holy Ghost has been a help to me throughout my life. He is our Comforter, our Guide, and our Companion. I love each and every one of my children and their spouses, and every one of my grandchildren and their spouses, and every one of my great grandchildren. I ask my posterity to remember God and keep His commandments. Remember Jesus and follow His example. Remember your ancestors and your heritage. Stay close to your family. Care and share. Stay close to the church, serve and bless and help those in need. Follow the promptings of the Holy Ghost. Continue my support of girl's and women's sports and activities. Some of my favorite songs: 'Younger than Springtime,' 'Abide With Me: Tis Eventide' (hymn 165), 'Danny Boy,' 'I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen,' 'A Little Bit of Heaven,' 'Shenandoah,' 'Galloway Bay' 'An Irish Lullaby,' 'Autumn Leaves,' 'You'll Never Walk Alone,' and 'Lord, I Would Follow Thee.'" His counsel to us: "Be kind, understanding and helpful to everyone in need. Everyone needs love; some are ill, some are discouraged, some are lonely, and some are old. It is well to remember that there are broken hearts and wounded souls among us that need the tender loving care of one who has an understanding heart. Be compassionate, and help the seeds of compassion grow by putting yourself in someone else's place to learn to help and understand them, rather than judge them." As an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Grant served in many capacities and brightening lives with his generosity and humor. Grant Evan Cottam, 94, passed away November 16, 2016, in Provo, Utah.
Survived By: His sons: Grant (Susan) Cottam, Spencer (Pamela) Cottam; his daughter, Lynda (Victor) Sorensen; numerous grandchildren; great-grandchildren; his brother, William (Elizabeth) Cottam; sisters: Emily (Gary) Godfrey, Mary Alice Carter, Cathy Stucki; and sister-in-law, Carol Cottam.
Predeceased By: His wife, Virginia; his parents; his brothers: Rulon, Ray, LaVell, Alvin and Donald; as well as his sisters: Ellen, Mildred and Verda.
Services: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Location: Cherry Hill 7th Ward Chapel | Orem, Utah
Interment: Orem City Cemetery
Obituary: © 2016 | Utah Valley Mortuary
Bio Compiled By: Annie Duckett Hundley
Grant Evan Cottam
1922 - 2016
Early Life: Grant was born September 8, 1922, at his grandmother's house in Naples, Utah. His mother, Sarah Ellen Manwaring Cottam, had taken her children to Vernal to spend the summer with her family, the Manwarings. When Grant was old enough to travel, they went back to their home in Bunkerville, Nevada, where his father, Charles Walter Cottam, was a school teacher. His early years were spent in Bunkerville, Price and St. George, Utah, with his eight brothers and sisters. His earliest memory is of seeing the lights as the family went up over a knoll and into St. George when he was only two years old. He loved to tell the story of traveling by horse and wagon and stopping half way between their ranch on Smith Mountain and their home in St. George, Utah, to camp by the Virgin River. His mother surprised him when she came around the wagon with a birthday cake for his sixth birthday. It was his last memory of her on her feet. She had a weak heart and cancer; she died when he was nine. In his own words: "she used to put cayenne pepper on my tongue if I used an improper word. She encouraged me to do a good job with my chores by telling me, and everyone, what a good job I had done. Her lessons have helped me turn out reasonably well." He slept in a screened-in porch under two old quilts sandwiching old clothes for warmth in the winter. Their bathroom was the standard outhouse, and the toilet paper was old catalogs. The refrigerator was an old orange crate nailed to a tree trunk with a gunny sack hanging over the open face. All day long during the summer, Grant and Alvin herded their cows as they grazed along ditches and streams. They did a lot of rock climbing, swinging in trees, swimming in ditches and ponds as the cows grazed. They collected bird eggs and played with cans as toy wagons, bones as toy horses and cows, and fruit pits as turkeys, chickens and baby chicks. They played with the neighborhood kids almost every night in the main intersection (cars were few and far between), under the street light. He played kick-the-san, prisoner's base, hide-and-seek, red rover and touch football. "We didn't think of ourselves as poor, but we didn't eat well or dress well or have any luxuries. Christmas was one Orange, one nut, one piece of hard tack candy for each of us. No presents. I did not complain too loudly – I didn't turn out too badly. Looking back, I know God helped me along the way. I attended the old 'red prison,' Woodward Elementary, most of my early years. I remember going to the first grade with holes in my bib overalls, and barefooted. People often complained because I generally walked to school in the winter without a coat. You can't wear what you don't have." He herded goats in the mountains west of St. George, worked at a mining camp northwest of St. George, worked in the fields in Overton, Nevada, and worked at Verd's in Orem. Grant graduated from Dixie High School in 1940.
Life's Work | Service | Interests: He then graduated from Dixie Jr. College, majoring in Drama, acting, directing, managing the stage and doing makeup. About this time, his father remarried and four more siblings were added to his family. Grant went to work in Gabbs, Nevada, at a defense plant and there he met Virginia. They were engaged on Valentine's Day and married while on furlough after he was drafted. He served in India for two years in a railroad shop battalion. "We ate and slept with our rifles, but never had any ammunition for them." Returning from the war to his wife and small son, they moved around, had a daughter and eventually settled in Reno, Nevada, where he worked as a carpenter and his last son was born. Grant began working for the Carpenter's Joint Apprenticeship Committee, overseeing the training of apprentices, then deciding to make a career change and moved to Walnut Creek, California. He went back to school at UC Berkeley while working as a carpenter. Diablo Jr. College hired him to teach apprenticeship classes part-time and later, hired him to set up a construction technology class. While employed for DVC, he went back to college at San Francisco State, receiving a bachelor's degree and a special secondary Vocational Class A Credential in Trade and Industrial and Public Service Education. Grant and Virginia moved to a lovely home in Benicia, California, overlooking the Strait. Grant became a member of the bishopric in Benicia, working with the Primary, Sunday School, and the music in the ward. Later, he was on the stake high council and then again back in the Benicia bishopric. After retirement, the family moved to Provo, Utah, in 1990, and then moved to his last home in Orem. Enjoy the following thoughts he expressed during the last few years of his life: "When I was about 28 I opened the Bible one night to John 13:34 'A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.' I have tried to do that ever since. At work I always did quality work. At school I spent extra time and effort. Life has been very good to me, so I have learned to look for opportunities to care and share. "My testimony to you: I know God, our Heavenly Father lives. I love Him, and I know He loves me. I often thank Him for this beautiful earth, the lakes, the mountains, the sunsets, the clouds, shapes, colors, and for the beautiful people I get to associate with. I know Jesus Christ, the Son of God, lives. I love Him and I know he loves me. He is our advocate with God. He is our Teacher, our Example, our Redeemer, our Savior, our Brother, and our Friend. I know the Holy Ghost has been a help to me throughout my life. He is our Comforter, our Guide, and our Companion. I love each and every one of my children and their spouses, and every one of my grandchildren and their spouses, and every one of my great grandchildren. I ask my posterity to remember God and keep His commandments. Remember Jesus and follow His example. Remember your ancestors and your heritage. Stay close to your family. Care and share. Stay close to the church, serve and bless and help those in need. Follow the promptings of the Holy Ghost. Continue my support of girl's and women's sports and activities. Some of my favorite songs: 'Younger than Springtime,' 'Abide With Me: Tis Eventide' (hymn 165), 'Danny Boy,' 'I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen,' 'A Little Bit of Heaven,' 'Shenandoah,' 'Galloway Bay' 'An Irish Lullaby,' 'Autumn Leaves,' 'You'll Never Walk Alone,' and 'Lord, I Would Follow Thee.'" His counsel to us: "Be kind, understanding and helpful to everyone in need. Everyone needs love; some are ill, some are discouraged, some are lonely, and some are old. It is well to remember that there are broken hearts and wounded souls among us that need the tender loving care of one who has an understanding heart. Be compassionate, and help the seeds of compassion grow by putting yourself in someone else's place to learn to help and understand them, rather than judge them." As an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Grant served in many capacities and brightening lives with his generosity and humor. Grant Evan Cottam, 94, passed away November 16, 2016, in Provo, Utah.
Survived By: His sons: Grant (Susan) Cottam, Spencer (Pamela) Cottam; his daughter, Lynda (Victor) Sorensen; numerous grandchildren; great-grandchildren; his brother, William (Elizabeth) Cottam; sisters: Emily (Gary) Godfrey, Mary Alice Carter, Cathy Stucki; and sister-in-law, Carol Cottam.
Predeceased By: His wife, Virginia; his parents; his brothers: Rulon, Ray, LaVell, Alvin and Donald; as well as his sisters: Ellen, Mildred and Verda.
Services: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Location: Cherry Hill 7th Ward Chapel | Orem, Utah
Interment: Orem City Cemetery
Obituary: © 2016 | Utah Valley Mortuary
Bio Compiled By: Annie Duckett Hundley
1922 - 2016
Early Life: Grant was born September 8, 1922, at his grandmother's house in Naples, Utah. His mother, Sarah Ellen Manwaring Cottam, had taken her children to Vernal to spend the summer with her family, the Manwarings. When Grant was old enough to travel, they went back to their home in Bunkerville, Nevada, where his father, Charles Walter Cottam, was a school teacher. His early years were spent in Bunkerville, Price and St. George, Utah, with his eight brothers and sisters. His earliest memory is of seeing the lights as the family went up over a knoll and into St. George when he was only two years old. He loved to tell the story of traveling by horse and wagon and stopping half way between their ranch on Smith Mountain and their home in St. George, Utah, to camp by the Virgin River. His mother surprised him when she came around the wagon with a birthday cake for his sixth birthday. It was his last memory of her on her feet. She had a weak heart and cancer; she died when he was nine. In his own words: "she used to put cayenne pepper on my tongue if I used an improper word. She encouraged me to do a good job with my chores by telling me, and everyone, what a good job I had done. Her lessons have helped me turn out reasonably well." He slept in a screened-in porch under two old quilts sandwiching old clothes for warmth in the winter. Their bathroom was the standard outhouse, and the toilet paper was old catalogs. The refrigerator was an old orange crate nailed to a tree trunk with a gunny sack hanging over the open face. All day long during the summer, Grant and Alvin herded their cows as they grazed along ditches and streams. They did a lot of rock climbing, swinging in trees, swimming in ditches and ponds as the cows grazed. They collected bird eggs and played with cans as toy wagons, bones as toy horses and cows, and fruit pits as turkeys, chickens and baby chicks. They played with the neighborhood kids almost every night in the main intersection (cars were few and far between), under the street light. He played kick-the-san, prisoner's base, hide-and-seek, red rover and touch football. "We didn't think of ourselves as poor, but we didn't eat well or dress well or have any luxuries. Christmas was one Orange, one nut, one piece of hard tack candy for each of us. No presents. I did not complain too loudly – I didn't turn out too badly. Looking back, I know God helped me along the way. I attended the old 'red prison,' Woodward Elementary, most of my early years. I remember going to the first grade with holes in my bib overalls, and barefooted. People often complained because I generally walked to school in the winter without a coat. You can't wear what you don't have." He herded goats in the mountains west of St. George, worked at a mining camp northwest of St. George, worked in the fields in Overton, Nevada, and worked at Verd's in Orem. Grant graduated from Dixie High School in 1940.
Life's Work | Service | Interests: He then graduated from Dixie Jr. College, majoring in Drama, acting, directing, managing the stage and doing makeup. About this time, his father remarried and four more siblings were added to his family. Grant went to work in Gabbs, Nevada, at a defense plant and there he met Virginia. They were engaged on Valentine's Day and married while on furlough after he was drafted. He served in India for two years in a railroad shop battalion. "We ate and slept with our rifles, but never had any ammunition for them." Returning from the war to his wife and small son, they moved around, had a daughter and eventually settled in Reno, Nevada, where he worked as a carpenter and his last son was born. Grant began working for the Carpenter's Joint Apprenticeship Committee, overseeing the training of apprentices, then deciding to make a career change and moved to Walnut Creek, California. He went back to school at UC Berkeley while working as a carpenter. Diablo Jr. College hired him to teach apprenticeship classes part-time and later, hired him to set up a construction technology class. While employed for DVC, he went back to college at San Francisco State, receiving a bachelor's degree and a special secondary Vocational Class A Credential in Trade and Industrial and Public Service Education. Grant and Virginia moved to a lovely home in Benicia, California, overlooking the Strait. Grant became a member of the bishopric in Benicia, working with the Primary, Sunday School, and the music in the ward. Later, he was on the stake high council and then again back in the Benicia bishopric. After retirement, the family moved to Provo, Utah, in 1990, and then moved to his last home in Orem. Enjoy the following thoughts he expressed during the last few years of his life: "When I was about 28 I opened the Bible one night to John 13:34 'A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.' I have tried to do that ever since. At work I always did quality work. At school I spent extra time and effort. Life has been very good to me, so I have learned to look for opportunities to care and share. "My testimony to you: I know God, our Heavenly Father lives. I love Him, and I know He loves me. I often thank Him for this beautiful earth, the lakes, the mountains, the sunsets, the clouds, shapes, colors, and for the beautiful people I get to associate with. I know Jesus Christ, the Son of God, lives. I love Him and I know he loves me. He is our advocate with God. He is our Teacher, our Example, our Redeemer, our Savior, our Brother, and our Friend. I know the Holy Ghost has been a help to me throughout my life. He is our Comforter, our Guide, and our Companion. I love each and every one of my children and their spouses, and every one of my grandchildren and their spouses, and every one of my great grandchildren. I ask my posterity to remember God and keep His commandments. Remember Jesus and follow His example. Remember your ancestors and your heritage. Stay close to your family. Care and share. Stay close to the church, serve and bless and help those in need. Follow the promptings of the Holy Ghost. Continue my support of girl's and women's sports and activities. Some of my favorite songs: 'Younger than Springtime,' 'Abide With Me: Tis Eventide' (hymn 165), 'Danny Boy,' 'I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen,' 'A Little Bit of Heaven,' 'Shenandoah,' 'Galloway Bay' 'An Irish Lullaby,' 'Autumn Leaves,' 'You'll Never Walk Alone,' and 'Lord, I Would Follow Thee.'" His counsel to us: "Be kind, understanding and helpful to everyone in need. Everyone needs love; some are ill, some are discouraged, some are lonely, and some are old. It is well to remember that there are broken hearts and wounded souls among us that need the tender loving care of one who has an understanding heart. Be compassionate, and help the seeds of compassion grow by putting yourself in someone else's place to learn to help and understand them, rather than judge them." As an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Grant served in many capacities and brightening lives with his generosity and humor. Grant Evan Cottam, 94, passed away November 16, 2016, in Provo, Utah.
Survived By: His sons: Grant (Susan) Cottam, Spencer (Pamela) Cottam; his daughter, Lynda (Victor) Sorensen; numerous grandchildren; great-grandchildren; his brother, William (Elizabeth) Cottam; sisters: Emily (Gary) Godfrey, Mary Alice Carter, Cathy Stucki; and sister-in-law, Carol Cottam.
Predeceased By: His wife, Virginia; his parents; his brothers: Rulon, Ray, LaVell, Alvin and Donald; as well as his sisters: Ellen, Mildred and Verda.
Services: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Location: Cherry Hill 7th Ward Chapel | Orem, Utah
Interment: Orem City Cemetery
Obituary: © 2016 | Utah Valley Mortuary
Bio Compiled By: Annie Duckett Hundley
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