Daughter of James Glover and Mary Atherton

Married William Heber Clayton, 12 May 1886, St. George, Washington, Utah

Married Cawthra Greenhough, 21 Sep 1899, St. George, Washington, Utah

Garfield County News, 3-15-1929

NOBLE WOMAN DIES

Impressive funeral services were held March 6, at the Kanab ward chapel for Elizabeth Greenhough. Bishop Israel Chamberlain presided.

Choir sang "I Need Thee Every Hour."

Invocation, William Crosby.

The speakers were Z.K. Judd, Susie Robinson, A.C. Judd and Charles Pugh.

A poem, "Is Her Work Done," written by Jessie Jolley, was read by Mrs. Vera Swapp.

Sentiments were given by Mrs. Tamar Hamblin.

Song, "Resting Now from Care and Sorrow." by choir.

Benediction, Israel Heaton.

Interment was at Johnson.

The grave was dedicated by Bishop Richard McAllister.

Elizabeth Glover was born February 5, 1867, at Wigan, Lancashire, England. Early in her youth her parents were converted to the Latter Day Saint religion and when she was fifteen years of age they came to Utah and settled in Johnson. September 23, 1899, she married Cawthra Greenhough at St. George temple.

Sister Greenhough endured the hardships of pioneer life in Kanab and Johnson. Although she was ill for the last ten years of her life and could take no active part in the church, she was known for her true devotion to, and her idealistic conception of the Latter Day Saint faith.

Besides raising her own family of three children, she also gave equal loving care to the children of her husband by a former marriage. The death of her twelve year old son, Squire, in 1913, came as a great shock to her and from then on her health grew steadily worse until her death, March 5, 1929, at the age of sixty-two years, from complications resulting from various ailments.

She is survived by her husband and two sons, George and Merlon, by her step-children, Mrs. Mary Ann Rider, Miss Katie Greenhough, David Greenhough and Miss Hannah Greenhough, all of Kanab, and her sister, Mrs. Mary Johnson of Tropic.

The following poem was written by her niece, Miss Jessie Jolley of Tropic, and was read at her funeral.

IS HER WORK DONE.
In Memory of Dear Aunt Lizzie.

She is sleeping peacefully now,
And we say her work is done;
She has entered into Joy and Peace,
Enjoying the rest she has won.
Her busy hands are folded;
All care has left her brow,
But if for her all work is done,
Can she be happy now.

O' no, a life so full of work,
Of activity each day;
And hands that never idle were,
Could not remain this way.
Her soul will long for service,
For something she could do,
To fit herself to her condition
And gain experience new.

I see her now among a throng
Of children bright and fair,
Taking up the work in which
She was successful here;
We all remember what she did
For us when we were young;
The services she rendered
Cannot be told by Pen or Tongue.

Her needle will keep busy,
Her stitching done with care;
She is happy now to do her part,
And willing to do her share;
And oh, the glad reunion
When her loved ones there she meets,
And the Joy that fills her bosom
As her dear ones all she greets.

Her body is free from pain;
She's free from earthly care,
But she still active will remain
And render service there.
When a child she left her people
In England far away.
Some of them may still be waiting
For her message till today.

There will be work on every side,
For the harvesters are few,
And the services we render here
We'll be able to renew.
So do not say her work is done,
That she will idle be,
For Service, Joy and Work are one
And will be Eternally.