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Thanks to Deon Searle Briggs for providing the hard-copy obituary from which this was typed:
Dixie Kleinman Noel, 46, of Riverside, California died Sunday, April 1, 1990, at American Fork Hospital from injuries sustained in a car accident.
She was born December 21, 1943, a daughter of Y. Lee and Jessie Ward Kleinman, in Murfresboro, Tenn. She married David Noel April 3, 1968 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple.
She was presently serving as a seminary teacher and as the ward Young Women's President in Riverside. She has also served as Relief Society President and as stake Young Women's president, along with many other positions in the LDS Church.
She graduated from Orem High School and from Brigham Young University. She moved to California in 1973.
Survivors include her husband of Riverside, California;three daughters and one son, Heidi Marie Baker, Orem; Heather Noel, presently attending Brigham Young University; Lisa Noel and Mark Noel, both of Riverside; a grandchild, her parents of Orem; two sisters , Sally K. Garret, Orem and Dorothy Carter, Anchorage, Alaska.
Funeral will be Wrednesday, noon in the Hillcrest 5th Ward Chapel, 1035 S. 800 East, Orem. Friends may call Tuesday 7:30 to 9:00 p.m. at Sunderg-Olpin Mortuary, 495 South State, Orem, and also one hour prior to the service at the ward chapel. Buriel will be in the Orem City Cemetary.
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Ann Elliott (Petersen)
The obituary doesn't say, but according to Deon Searle Briggs, Dixie was on a trip from Riverside to attend General Conference when the accident occurred. It also didn't say but I understand Dixie worked as a Maternity Nurse. I remember her as one of the nicest people I've ever met and offer condolencers, belated though they may be, to David and their children.
Marlene Harston (Matheson)
I enjoyed my friendship with Dixie in high school as well as occasional visits with her in the years since. It probably would have been more often if we had lived closer because we seemed to have so much in common. Now just seeing her picture floods my mind with happy memories and my eyes with the tears of missing her.
Not too long after she died, I attended the wedding reception in Orem of one of her daughters who was wearing a wedding dress made by her mother for her older sister. I'll never forget Dixie's mother looking in my eyes as she asked, "Where were you?" I don't know how I missed seeing the notice of Dixie's passing; I was sick about it. I didn't hear about it until some months later. I would have loved to attend her funeral. I loved her, too.
Marlene Harston Matheson