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Olinger Hampden Mortuary, Cremation & Cemetery

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OBITUARY

Grace Davis Wood

26 May, 193212 May, 2020
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Grace Ola Davis was born May 26, 1932, in Blair’s Corners, Pennsylvania to Gideon Enoch and Marguerite Pryor Davis. She was the eldest daughter with her sister Marge (Davis) O’Brien arriving six years later.

Grace was raised in Hazelton, PA, and graduated third in her high school class in 1950 from Hazleton High School. Grace matriculated to Penn State where she joined the Tri Delta sorority. She scored the highest entrance scores for admittance into Penn State to that date. This meant she did not have to take any English courses over her college career.

Grace started dating John Shoffstall seriously before her junior year of college while John attended Lehigh University. Grace & John got married on August 28, 1953, Grace majored in journalism and after Grace graduated from college in 1954, she moved to Bethlehem, PA to work for a college dean at Lehigh.

In the summer of 1956, Grace was offered to work with the advertising of the Sears catalog in Denver, and John loaded up their wood-paneled station wagon and headed to Colorado. Grace worked at Sears Roebuck Company in Cherry Creek.

She had four children in Denver: Tenlee, Krista, Drevvis, and a son Clark.

Grace began computer programming school about 1980 where she met Clayton Wood. They were married on June 9, 1984, and celebrated nearly 36 years together.

Grace continued to work for the City & County of Denver until 1996 when she retired to enjoy more time with Clayton, her children, and her 6 grandchildren.

Grace leaves behind her very loving husband, Clayton, who took amazing care of Grace these past five years as Grace’s health started to fail.

Grace remained faithful to her Lutheran upbringing. She joined Risen Savior in Broomfield after she and Clayton moved to Brighton from Denver, where she enjoyed the friendships she made and their welcoming community.

Many who knew Grace described her as very warm and loving. Grace will be deeply missed but never forgotten.

Services

  • Funeral Service

    Friday, 22 May , 2020

  • Graveside Service

    Friday, 22 May , 2020

Memories

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Rayna Cline

21 May 2020

Dear Clayton and family.

My condolences for the passing of a lovely and sweet soul. I did not know Grace as much as I did her husband, Clayton. I worked with Clayton for roughly 25 years; he shared many stories of his beloved wife. He spoke of her often, may she rest in peace. Clayton, may God give you peace and strength in the coming days.   Prayers and blessings. Rayna 

A Heartfelt Message

21 May 2020

My name is Evelyn sure and I had the pleasure of knowing grace for short time and yet I feel she was part of my life for many many years when I 1st met Grace with her big smile and her powder blue bathrobe on I knew she was the lady that I would like to spend some time with and I did get to spend fine with her. Visiting with her once or twice a week unfortunately only for about 6 weeks I can tell you that Grace adored her family when her system would call and I was there her smile even got bigger and she loved her son Clark heart always concerned about her daughter and her rock. And so she will be missed by all of her family and friends and I was just I had the privilege of meeting her and knowing her and knowing of her kindness and how forgiveness and her gentleness may she rest in peace thank you.

Barbara Wood

20 May 2020

Dear Clayton and family,

I have fond memories of lovely dinners, events and reunions with Clayton and Grace in Oregon, IL, and all over Colorado as our husbands have been first cousins and lifelong friends. When mutual friends, Jeff and Jeanne Kuhn, visited Colorado we drove to The Broadmoor Hotel and then to Canon City for a fun train ride through Royal Gorge. Grace and I enjoyed a weekend Women's Retreat sponsored by her church several years ago. I'll always remember that as a time of heartfelt conversations. She had a happy smile and laugh and I'll miss her.
With love and sympathy to Clayton and the family,
Barbara Wood

Sam Wood

20 May 2020

Sending my sympathy to Clayton and to Grace's family. I have good memories of visiting a restaurant Grace loved on Peak to Peak Highway near St. Malo's church. I also have fond memories of seeing Clayton and Grace for birthdays, dinners at Carelli's Italian restaurant in Boulder, and piano recitals given by Clayton at both of our houses. I'll always remember her sense of humor and smile.

Warmest Wishes,
Sam Wood (Clayton's cousin)

Denna Peters

20 May 2020

My thoughts and Prayers go out to all of Grace's family.
I sure enjoyed Grace for nearly 30 years, doing her hair each week. She was so near and dear to my heart.
Heaven has gained a beautiful angel!

FROM THE FAMILY
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Grace's Father Gideon and mother Marguerite

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Penn State Graduation 1954

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Aunt Barbara, Gideon, Aunt Katherine, Uncle Paul

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John Shoffstall and Grace and the four.

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Grace's Father Gideon and mother Marguerite

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Penn State Graduation 1954

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Aunt Barbara, Gideon, Aunt Katherine, Uncle Paul

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John Shoffstall and Grace and the four.

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Grace's sister Marge and her husband Bob

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Michigan 1966

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Grace and Clayton Wedding Picture 1984

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Our Wedding 1984 - Grace's father Gideon and his wife Helen, Grace, Clayton, Clayton's mother Vada and father Leonard Wood

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Grace with her four children and Krista's husband Mark, father Gideon, Aunt Katharine and a little Libby.

Biography

The following was written by Grace and revised many times in 2017. It is the story of her life's spiritual journey.

GRACE WOOD’S FAITH JOURNEY February 7, 2017
While I don’t remember this, I was baptized in an Episcopal Church, Foxburg, PA. My Aunt Grace and my Uncle Dick were my sponsors. My Aunt Grace was a member of the church but I am not aware of my Uncle Dick’s faith.
I was reading a book about G.K. Chesterton who said, at one point, that after thanking God for our parents we should thank God himself. I thought about this and realized I should be thanking the Lord for my birth and life in general.
Not much happened for several years until my Aunt Barbara (who was a darling) enrolled and paid for me to attend a summer class at the Evangelical Free Church where she was currently attending. Pastor Muma was the leader and he explained scripture so that I began to understand what it was telling me. It was my first time to study scripture. I got a lot out of that class. It was gospel based. I had not ever had that before.
Aunt Barbara had left the Lutheran Church at this point but later rejoined when she went with me to Sunday services.
My dad, as a young man, attended a revival meeting led by Billy Sunday, who was very much like Billy Graham. This was before my dad was married and he went forward to give his life to Jesus Christ. This distressed his mother so much that she went to the Lutheran pastor who then told my dad that should not go astray in this way. All his life my dad read his Bible and then became a strong member in the Lutheran church. He was a wonderful prayer warrior. (When my dad was told of my divorce, he later said to me that he had prayed and prayed and God had not told him anything.)
At 14 years old, my dad, out of the blue, asked me if I was going to join the church. He had a stipulation: The church had to have a Confirmation class for a year. He said, “a church”. I only knew three churches that had this kind of offering. They were the Catholic Church, Episcopal, and the Lutheran. I knew more people at the Lutheran church than the other two. I told Dad I would go to the Lutheran Church. I told Aunt Barbara about the plan and she said, “That is fine Grace. I will rejoin the Lutheran Church. I will get you into the Confirmation class.”
When the pastor heard that I was 14, he said that I would qualify for the year long program versus the two year. I began attending that church.
Pastor Roth was the pastor who taught and confirmed me. He also, many years later, was the pastor who baptized my mother and took her through confirmation and then confirmed her. My dad and my sister, Marge, were my mother’s sponsors. He was a life time friend of the family. He fed my mother the last meal that she ate before she passed away. I did not know this until my sister told me three years ago. (2015). Mom had prayed with us throughout our teen life and knew the Lord’s Prayer. This was before she was baptized so she must have had faith within her.

My future husband, John, was in that class as well. I did not get to really know him then. He told me later I would come in with my head down, recite the lesson, and get up and go. I learned later that many of class stayed for pizza and soft drink. The class members were really a year younger but they had known each other. (John had attended a Mining and Mechanical school in another town.) John had been attending Sunday School with the other members of the class.
The class taught me the basic Martin Luther catechism. I understood these basics but did not come to fully realize my faith.
I went to Penn State. My dad would not fill out scholarship papers as he did not feel they needed to know his finances. Therefore, I went to Pennsylvania State University as it was much less expensive. I graduated with a bachelor of arts in journalism and literature. I went to church only a couple of times during these years.
Many years later, in my 30’s, I had married John (when we were in our 20’s) and we attended Lutheran churches wherever we lived. We had come to Denver and lived very close to Messiah Lutheran on Colorado Boulevard and 17th.
I taught a couple of Sunday School classes with some of my children in those classes. At a Sunday School potluck, I remember Drevvis (means wit or wisdom) standing under one of the stage lights after her reciting a scripture. She looked angelic with her red hair and freckles smiling joyfully.
God blessed me with my four children. Each has a special place in my heart. I think of Tenlee when she was about ten or eleven dancing down the street on her way home from school. It gave me great joy. Krista, who calls me every day, was my dependable one. If she said she would do something she did it! This gave me joy. Clark was the one when I was sick who laid his hands on me and prayed for me, such gracious caring. Drevvis was my sunny youngest.
Krista and Tenlee took confirmation class and were confirmed at Messiah. Grandma Shoffstall came from New Jersey to witness their confirmations. We returned to the house to a family celebration. They both had a quick retention of what they had studied. Grandma came to every one of the children’s confirmations.
Until John left, Sunday was a church and Sunday School experience for the whole family. John went every Sunday and was the reason we all went. The pastor felt the subsequent divorce was all my fault and never helped me. I could not go to counseling because the pastor would turn it all around and not consider my issues.
As we were going to bed, John told me he was going to leave because he felt that he no longer loved me. At that time I had no idea that this was being considered. Looking back I can now see things. At least two people called and told me that he was involved with another woman. I dismissed these people because I could not believe it.
My faith journey started here with a huge awareness of God acting in my life. I had started to attend a Bible class in various homes taught by an African American woman, Eleanor Workman. She taught the class from a Pentecostal point of view. I had never considered the Holy Spirit’s involvement in my life before. As this became clearer to me I attended an African American Pentecostal Church with Clark. The other children did not attend at that time. Later Drevvis started attending. Pastor and Elder Porter was a pastor for the boxing men of Denver. When he came to talk to us he was so down to earth it was as if he was speaking to each one of us. Clark and Drevvis felt the moving of the Holy Spirit. Both speak in tongues to this day.
I tried to help John see my greater intimacy with God, the Trinity. He wanted nothing to do with it. At that point I heard Esther Wessling speak. I was amazed that someone from a Lutheran Church could speak so clearly about the Holy Spirit. And she did. She had been an alcoholic and was amazing. She felt that the Holy Spirit had helped her quit her drinking. She had the Holy Spirit pressed down and running over.
Esther Wessling counseled my children after my divorce. It helped my youngest daughter, Drevvis, greatly. I am unsure how much it affected the other three. Tenlee (meaning land holder) received counseling at Christ College, Irvine, CA (Concordia University).
I tried all kinds of Christian churches but settled on St. John’s Lutheran Church in Denver because of Esther Wessling. I was welcomed. I did go to Pastor Wessling for counseling. I felt it helped and he made me stop thinking about myself and made me project my thoughts on the Lord and other people.
All of my children joined St. John’s but only after I was told by the pastor that they had to write a letter asking to be transferred there. The two older ones did this as they had been confirmed at Messiah. The two younger ones, Clark (meaning clergy) and Drevvis, went to confirmation at St. John’s. John came to their confirmations.
The actual church experience was pretty much the same as most Lutheran churches. I had time to recover there. I did not see that at the time though. My children felt I was comatose but they grew very supportive and helped me through many things at this time. They were young children in their teens at the time.
At this time, I attended with my kids various Christian speaker experiences throughout Denver in different venues. I think God led me to these times to help me grow as a Christian.
Paula Douthett, wife of a friend of John’s, sent me a book called “They Speak in Other Tongues”. I read the book and I felt moved by it. Finally, one day I knelt by the bottom of my bed and prayed, “Dear Lord if what this book that I just read is true, I would like this gift.” I just knelt there for a while and nothing happened. I got up and went about my day. Several days later I was praying my usual morning prayers and all of a sudden I was saying things that did not seem like English. I have had this gift ever since. I was in my late 30’s or early 40’s at the time.
I did not speak in tongues at the service but many others did. There was an interpreter. The speaking in tongues was random and not at a particular service. Usually it was only if the interpreter was there. The pastor was ok with this as his wife, Esther, was a leader in this gift. When I was praying at home, I was speaking in tongues. I felt this gave my prayer life great depth. In small groups it was infrequent because there was no interpreter. St. Paul tells us you must have an interpreter. (1Cor 12).
I was real hesitant in the beginning but later on I realized how God opened up this gift to me. This gave me an intense desire for scripture. I began reading my Bible daily, morning and evening. I looked for and bought devotional books, like Portals of Prayer. I have continued to this day. I especially enjoy the Advent and Lenten devotional books that add to the meaning of that season.
We moved a couple of blocks north of our house as we needed more room. We lived there until after the divorce. Down the block from us a lovely person welcomed us to the neighborhood with cinnamon rolls and I was very impressed. She and I became not just close friends but prayer partners. Her name was Virginia Bradley but everybody called her Ginny. She and I might not talk for two or three weeks but we would call one another and have prayer requests for someone sick or facing a crisis. We both were able to address the problem in prayer and felt the comfort and peace. She was a great friend and prayer warrior. She was Roman Catholic, but that was no barrier to our prayers. I used to tell her we covered both sides of the Reformation.
Through the meetings with Eleanor Workman, previously mentioned, I met Elder Porter, pastor at a Pentecostal church. He encouraged me to be baptized by immersion. He baptized me right at Eleanor’s house by filling the bathtub, giving me a white robe to put on, and dunked me in her bath tub. I felt that God had led me to this point. Later I felt that this was important in my faith walk.
Pastor Miles became a wonderful Christian guidance to my youngest daughter, Drevvis. He hired her to work as a Superintendent Aide of the Sunday School. It helped me to know she was being guided by a Christian. She keeps touch with him today (2/2017). I really like the man because he was humble and caring.
One other member of my family besides my mother and father is my sister Marge O’Brien. She has had a faith so deep since she was a little girl. I am not sure, but she was nine or ten when she announced to me that she was speaking to Jesus ( or something of that nature). I dismissed what she said, but she still believes that way today.
Clayton and I met while we were in a Denver city data services class. I would not have gotten anywhere in the class had he not been there helping all of us. We use to go out as a foursome to dinners and movies. One time only Clayton and I showed up and we went to see Star Wars as it just came out. The next day he came over to my desk and showed me an ad for a concert in Chatauqua Park in Boulder. He asked if I wanted to go. I said yes. We each paid for our own tickets. From that point onward we went out to concerts and sometimes dinners together.
We were engaged within two years. We were married at St. John’s Lutheran Church. Krista and help from my other three organized the celebration the day following the wedding. Clayton and I put together the wedding and paid for it. My dad came for the wedding and celebration. He paid for the rehearsal dinner. My sister was my matron of honor and Clayton’s best man was a long-time friend. Pastor Koch counseled us and did the ceremony. We had only the family.
When we moved to Brighton, I began attending churches in the area. I first went to Zion Lutheran in Brighton but the bulletin said that ‘speaking in tongues’ was not acceptable in this age. That gift, they said, ended with the Apostles. Next, I interviewed with Pastor Cameron. Up front I told him that I spoke in tongues. He said he had no problem with that as it was my private language with the Lord.
I joined Risen Savior Lutheran Church. Both Clayton and I attend RSLC and have been very happy there. Clayton likes to go to the eight o’clock service and meeting the men afterward. The Life Light class has been very helpful in greater growth in my faith. It is because of Clayton that I can attend Risen Savior and Bible classes. He has the steady, quiet faith, reading his Bible and praying frequently. He often gives me a different perspective on things. I appreciate these qualities.
We both enjoy Pastor Cameron and Pastor Oakes’ sermons. Pastor Oakes has been an inspiration with his wrap-ups to the Bible study class. His wrap-ups were insightful and always added to what we learned in the study itself.
I want to close with a SHOUT-OUT PRAISE TO GOD FOR HIS GUIDANCE, HEALING, AND LOVE.