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Helen Shubert Dutton - May 21, 1920 - March 6, 2008

Paul H. and Helen Shubert Dutton
Photo taken on the Occasion of their 67th Wedding Anniversary
September 2007 - Lenoir City, Tennessee


OBITUARY

Helen Shubert Dutton, age 87 of Lenoir City, passed away peacefully Thursday, March 6, 2008, at her home. Helen was a faithful member of Calvary Baptist Church since 1941. She was a loving wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. She was preceded in death by her husband of 67 years, Paul H. Dutton; parents, Henry and Martha Shubert; and her brother, Ray Shubert.

Helen is survived by her daughters, Paul Ann Baker, Betsy Lynn Munsey and husband, Steve all of Lenoir City; granddaughters, Carla Culpepper and husband, Phillip of Knoxville and Lisa Holmes of Oak Ridge; grandson, Christopher Munsey and wife, Cindy of Knoxville; great-grandchildren: Briana (Bree) Holmes, Taylor and Caleb (Bubba) Munsey, Carissa (C.C.) Culpepper; sisters: Alyce Proaps, Lucille Greene, Bunnie Walker all of Lenoir City; and brother, R.H. Shubert of Seymour; sister-in-law, Anna Lee Preston of Loudon along with many beloved nieces, nephews and friends.

The family will receive friends from 1 to 3 p.m. Saturday with funeral services to follow at 3 p.m. at Calvary Baptist Church with Rev. Donny Crass, Rev. Charlie Henderson and Rev. Bill Wilkinson officiating. Serving as pallbearers: Phillip Culpepper, Fred Shaver, George A. Gardner, Jim Gardner, Mike Pickell, Tom Walker, Larry Walker and Terry Holder. Serving as honorary pallbearers: Deacons and wives of Calvary Baptist Church and her Sunday School class. Family and friends will proceed to the Lenoir City Cemetery for graveside services. Memorials may be made to Calvary Baptist Church or the charity of your choice. Click Funeral Home, 109 Walnut Street, Lenoir City is serving the Dutton family. www.clickfuneralhome.com
Published in the Knoxville News Sentinel on 3/7/2008.

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