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John Matterand Memorial
John Matterand Memorial

John Matterand

John Matterand

Monday, May 27th, 2013

  Clifford Matterand, age 88, a lifetime resident of Clear Lake, WA passed away on Monday, May 27, 2013 at the Mira Vista Care Center in Mount Vernon, WA.  He was born on November 2, 1924 in Clear Lake, to Aaron and Martha (Gyes) Matterand.

   Cliff grew up in Clear Lake where he attended school and he graduated from Sedro-Woolley High School with the Class of 1942. 

   He began his working career working for a farm in Stanwood and later in the South working in construction until his service with the U.S. Army in 1950.  He was first married to Jimmie Pearl Carpenter in Austin, TX in 1950 and after his service discharge they remained in Texas until returning to Clear Lake in 1959.  Jimmie Pearl preceded him in death in September of 1995.  He then married Louise Fowler on January 21, 1996 in Sedro-Woolley.

   Cliff worked as a machinist for Smiley’s Inc. for 17 years and later for Washington Bulb Co. for many years until his retirement.  He designed and built a lot of the bulb handling equipment for Washington Bulb Co., and he loved making things in his shop.  He could build anything, it might not have been beautiful, but it would be stout. 

   He was a lifetime member of the North Cascade Seventh Day Adventist Church, a former board member of the Adventist School, and a member of the Clear Lake Historical Association which honored the Matterand Family last year.

   He is survived by his wife, Louise Matterand, of the family home in Clear Lake; his son, John Matterand, DDS and his wife, Sylvia of Clear Lake, and his daughter, Dana Smart of Burlington; Two grandchildren, Sophie Matterand of Clear Lake and Travis Smart of Burlington; Two sisters, Ann Gimbel and her husband, Hervey of Centralia, WA and Verna Sweitzer of Glendale, CA and numerous nieces, nephews, and cousins.  He was preceded in death by his parents; his first wife, Jimmie; two brothers, Don and Jimmy and a sister, Helen.

   A Memorial Celebration of Life Service will be held on Saturday, June 8, 2013 at 3:00PM at the North Cascade Seventh Day Adventist Church, at the corner of SR 20 and Peacock Lane in Burlington with Pastor Ofa Langi officiating.  Inurnment will be at the Sedro-Woolley Union Cemetery at a later date.  Memorials are suggested to the North Cascade Seventh Day Adventist Church, Skagit Adventist Academy Worthy Student Fund, 530 N. Section St., Burlington, WA 98233 or the Clear Lake Historical Association, PO Box 333, Clear Lake, WA 98235. 



  • Brian Wilson

    I don’t remember the event of 40+ years ago when as a toddler I embarrassed my visiting parents to the old Sedro-Woolley Seventh-day Adventist church by going up to the platform. It was Cliff who “rescued” me and who said the prophetic words as he handed me back to my mother, “one day he will be a preacher”. The memories I do have are of a gentle giant whose love for God was reflected in his kindness.

  • Chug Stimpel

    I remember my uncle as a always genuine man and always with a ready smile and firm handshake and although I did not get to spend as much time with him and my grandfather as I would have liked they are both entertwined in my memories having much the same way about them although I don’t remember grandpa smilin to often!! anyhow even though I may not share the same religious convictions that most of my family does I do believe when you have lived a full and fruitful life such as my uncle did there are many rewards that although are not readily apparent still leave lastin memories and far reaching influences on a great many folks some whom he may never met in person or possibly just in passing and lastly we men and women that are left in our families can only hope that we can leave a vigorous portion of the life that made the memories we all share in many different ways such as my uncle, grandparents and my mother left us with when we pass on .

  • Peggy Green

    Reading Ann’s letter reminded me of the stories Cliff would tell of living in a house with three lively sisters. He
    obviously enjoyed them all and was delighted and surprised with the things they would come up with. But my
    main reason for writing is to say that Cliff was such a wonderful father in law to my daughter! I didn’t always appreciate how much that contributed to the well being of a family, but as the years have come and gone I
    have appreciated it more and wanted to put it in writing! You will be missed for many things Cliff but I’m the only one who say that you were a kind and loving father in law for my daughter , you will be missed indeed!

  • George Carpenter

    I will always remember Uncle Cliff as a sincere Christian. A man who worked hard to support his family and the church he loved so much. Uncle Cliff as an industrious man with an inner drive to be productive. I can’t ever recall him being idle. But Uncle Cliff wasn’t all business, he took real delight in a gentle tease and was always ready to enjoy a good laugh. He was naturally curious and practical. He always seemed to be happiest discovering new information and then using what he had learned to create practical things. As a child I was so impressed, he seemed to know everything. Especially keen about nature, mechanical stuff and the Bible Uncle Cliff was a natural teacher who was patient and kind with youngsters.

    It’s hard to think of Uncle Cliff without thinking about his hands. They were so big and rough, calloused and scared by years of hard work. But, those big hands could be so gentle. They could pound and bend metal, crank down on a nut or bolt, hold a chain saw or tiller with ease and then just as easily stop to cradle a baby bird or wipe away a crying child’s tears. Those hands remind me of our Saviors hands, scared for our sake but ready to reach out in love and take us in.

    His passing will leave a hole in each of our hearts that will only be filled when we see him again at our Saviors side. I take great comfort in knowing that he rests now, awaiting the call of his Lord. Rest in peace Uncle Cliff, we’ll see you soon in Heaven.

    George Carpenter


  • Beverly Kramer

    I’m going to miss seeing my gentle giant of an uncle at Matterand family gatherings. Uncle Cliff loved telling stories, and they were often funny ones that he loved laughing along with, in the telling! He was always so interested in our little family, and I treasure the handwritten cards he’d send us each Christmas. It’s sad to have to say goodbye to the patriarch of the Matterand family. I look forward to seeing him, along with his parents and siblings, at the resurrection day. What a wonderful reunion that will be!

  • Ann Matterand Gimbel

    When I first became old enough to start working in the garden that Dad Matterand planted by the highway below our home, my brother John Clifford Matterand was about was seventeen years old. He was eldest of our family of six and was teamed with me to teach me how to harvest the beans and cucumbers and other vegetables gown in our market garden. We became fast friends as we worked side by side. Dad planted that garden so we kids could earn money for college and for our personal expenses. Cliff taught me his work ethic. We tried hard not to miss cucumbers hiding under their layers of green spiney leaves, so they wouldn’t become slicing grade by the next picking. He defended me from my teasing brother, Don, and carried any bucket of cucumbers that seemed too heavy for me. If I lagged behind he worked back down my row to catch me up with brother, Don and sister, Helen.

    When ( John) Clifford was eighteen or so he found work at some distance from home. We waited for his letters and gathered around as Mother read them aloud. When Christmas came he sent presents to each of us. I remember a beautiful little mother of pearl fountain pen he sent me the Christmas I was thirteen. I carried it everywhere with me because it was a gift from my brother, Cliff! Unfortunately, I took it with me one day when my family went for a walk together in the woods. It must have fallen from my pocket as I crawled over a log or climbed under a fence. I didn’t miss it until we returned home. I was heart broken.

    I never went to the woods alone. I was deathly afraid of getting lost in the acres of woodland that was a part of my father’s home. I loved that pen so there was nothing to do but re-trace my steps and look for it.

    Mom suggested that I take Pete, our Springer Spaniel, with me, to keep me company. I’d read that faithful farm animal sometimes even took their little masters safely home if they were lost. I started out confidently up through the pear orchard Dad had planted in a pasture boardering our woods. Pete stayed close by my heels.

    My bravery diminished when I became surrounded by tall trees, looking for the paths we’d taken that earlier that day. When I found the path I started looking on the ground for my pen. I scrutinized both sides of the paths we had traveled. Perhaps because I concentrating on the ground too much so I got hopelessly lost. Pete, our “trusty dog,” wasn’t in the mood to come when I called. He was excitedly chasing first one squirrel then another. He wasn’t lost and he wasn’t ready to go home either. He ignored my calls and ran this way and that chasing first one squirrel and then another. I panicked. Standing still among the the unfamiliar trees and with no path in sight I had no idea which way to turn to find familiar territory. My last hope that Pete might lead me home faded as he chased after yet another squirrel!

    Wiping away tears with the back of my hand I shot a quick prayer to heaven asking for help. As quick as a flash a thought came, “Walk down hill.”

    To walk down hill made sense. Having strayed from the path on which we’d walked earlier as a family, I knew I must abandon my search for the lost pen and find home. It was somewhere down hill from the woods. I hoped I would come across a clearing and get my bearings again.

    I tramped through thickets and clambered around huge hummocks of blackberry vines on my way down hill. I was in completely new territory, but I knew if I “walked down hill” I’d soon find a house or come to Highway 9 that went by our place.. The trees gradually thinned out as I threaded my way down hill. Pete’s excited barking gradually faded as I scrambled around ferns and cow pies. I was alone but I was no longer afraid. The direction to “go down hill” was definitely the right thing to do. I knew my prayer had been answered.

    Alas I never saw my dear little pen again but the memory of it is as clear seventy-five years later as it was on the day I received it from my brother, Cliff.

    Ann Matterand Gimbel

  • Gene Erwin

    It has been a true pleasure knowing and associating with Cliff over the last 30 plus years. His integrity and sense of humor along with his infectious smile will always be remembered. His spiritual commitment was unshakable and deeply rooted in his character and was very evident in his daily interaction with others. He will be greatly missed.