
Alice Ekker
Well Ma, you left the party way too soon. On September 12, 2025, the old girl crossed over. Alice Janell Edwards was born April 30, 1947, in Meadow, Utah, to Gerald and Luella Edwards. Growing up with her siblings Larry, Mont, Deaner, and Jery Lou, there was no shortage of family, fun, and friends — raising hell and havoc at every turn, testing the boundaries of small‑town religion and the patience of her folks. Mom enjoyed hunting, camping, fishing, and spending time with her family and friends.
In January 1965 she was bestowed the title of Ma when she got her beautiful, bouncy baby boy, Shawn Patrick O’Brien. Living in Salt Lake City and working at Beneficial Life as a single mom, she wasn’t sure what was in her future. Then she met Alfred Glen Ekker, the man from the other side of the mountain. I don’t think she really knew what she was getting herself into with this one. Cowboy, small town, sheep/cattle herder with the flair and sass to match Mom’s. They hit it off and got married December 15th, 1973, in Elko, Nevada. Dad says they were drunk as skunks. With this union, Mom gained a lifelong husband and two girls, LaVern Steinbaugh and Natalie Haas. Dad gained a life partner and a son, Shawn. Four years into their new life together they had a deer‑hunting accident, and in July of ’77 they were graced with Jamie Thompson, the youngest of the four kids. They officially had his, hers, and ours. For the next 50+ years Mom’s life would be filled with very eventful controlled chaos. It was not an uncommon thing to see her scowl at old Alfie, grit her teeth, and say, “Damn you, Alfred!”
In June of ’84 they moved to Blackfoot and bought five acres northwest of town. That spring the electric man planted a power pole in what I think is the center of the property. The water man dropped the well, set the head, and first hydrant as close to the driveway as possible with no chance of it ever being hit. (Dad, I think, has three, and we don’t talk about all the times Mom hit it.) No sewer or house, but they had a travel trailer — a 36‑footer they lived in for 95 days over the summer. All the kids thought this was awesome; we were camping for summer break. While Dad felt this was an OK life, the day he came home from work and Mom was in the ditch shaving her legs on the culvert and all us kids were running around like a bunch of naked hillbillies, he decided to get her a house. The arduous task of getting a house and sewer was now the top priority. One eventful day Dad, Oop, and John decided it was the perfect day to dig the hole for the sewer tank. Three men hopped in the truck with two kids excited to ride in the “big semi‑truck” that was towing the backhoe they had just stolen from the Cat dealer. Yep, you read that right. Ninety‑eight beer cans later they had a hole big enough to house a hotel‑sized sewer tank. This is where one of the “Damn you, Alfred!” moments was heard loud and clear.
Mom finally got her a house, and over several years the adventures came in waves. Mom gained eight grandkids (Gabe, Alex, Brandi, Courtney, Danae, Cody, William, and Stormy Jo) and eleven great‑grandkids (Deagan, Ryker, Makaila, Kiara, Rayna, Elle, Kensley, Parker, Mason, Kelsey, and Shawn). The family grew in leaps and bounds — Mom loved it. Birthdays, sports events, graduations, weddings, and many more momentous occasions. Mom loved family, friends, food, and fun. Her family was everything to her. She was the bubble gum and kite string that held this soapbox car together. She put the boss in Mob Boss. You could always find her with a smile on her face. Sunday Super Bowl games turned into all‑night Yahtzee matches. Home repairs came with the use of chainsaws — that’s another eventful moment. Weekend goose‑cooking marathons. Weekend wood‑cutting parties. Late‑night runs to the grocery store to buy a case of toilet paper to T‑P the neighbors’ houses. All‑day four‑wheeler rides that took the better part of Saturday. Get‑togethers in our house were always around the dinner table or centered in the kitchen area. The best conversations and education you can have are when you are at the dinner table tossing rolls to each other. (Damn you, Alfred.) We love and miss you so much, Mom, Ma, Mother, Granny, Grandma, Grand Mummy, Dear, and Nellie. Dinners won’t be the same without you telling us how to put away your food in your fridge or what butter container the leftovers are in. At this time, we do not have a service planned. We will have a Spring Fling this coming spring for everyone to swing by, visit, and bring a goodie to enjoy in honor of our special lady.
Hawker Funeral Home has had the honor of caring for the Ekker family during this time.
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