Obituary
Lynda Kerbs
November 21st, 1942 - November 27th, 2025
Lynda Hunt Kerbs, our sweet wife, mother and grandmother, passed away peacefully at the age of 83, at her daughter’s home in Rigby, Idaho, on November 27, 2025.
Lynda was born in Egin, Idaho on November 21, 1942, to William Earl and Verna Lovisa Davis. Lynda had seven siblings: David, John, Leonard, Arlene, Glendon, Lorraine and Sharlene. Growing up Lynda lived on the family farm in Egin. She helped her parents plant and gather the crops while also tending to a very large garden which they depended on to feed their large family. She loved to swim in the canal and make mulligan stew on the canal bank with childhood friends Karen and J’olene. She had a talent for climbing and would climb anything no one else dared to attempt. When her dad wasn’t looking, she would drive the tractor to the Egin store to buy a cold soda. Lynda had a love for children and spent many hours babysitting. She stated she would rather babysit than go out on a date.
Lynda attended grade school in Parker and junior high and high school in Saint Anthony, where she participated in cheerleading and drill team. Lynda enjoyed singing at the Gold and Green ball and later attending local dances where she would dance the night away . At 17, she met the love of her life, Duane Wray Kerbs. They were married a year later, 4 days after her 18th birthday on November 25, 1960. They were later sealed for time and all eternity in the Idaho Falls LDS temple. Duane and Lynda eventually welcomed five children: Darrin, Jodi, Devin, Jori and Lacey.
Lynda’s happiest moments were spent being a mother and grandmother. Rumor has it that she was sight to behold in a white bikini sunbathing as the children played in the backyard pool. She did like to give the following advice: “A woman can never be too skinny or too rich.” She had a great sense of humor and was so much fun to be around. She was a remarkable cook and kept a beautiful home and a yard filled with colorful flowers. She is the only woman we know who tended to her garden using a butcher knife.
Lynda loved fashion and especially cute shoes. When she left town with her daughter to attend dance competitions, she would go to the nearest mall and buy at least 6 pairs. She would hide them in the trunk of her car and take a pair in the house one by one over a few months, so Duane wouldn’t know how many she bought. Grandma Lynda spent countless hours teaching her grandchildren primary songs and nursery rhymes. She played hundreds of rounds of Memory and Old Maid when the grandkids came to visit. Lynda’s family always looked forward to red velvet cake on Valentine’s Day, pumpkin rolls at Thanksgiving and raspberry slush at the family Christmas Eve party. Sweet and sour chicken wings became a sought-after favorite for each grandchild’s birthday.
Duane and Lynda worked hard farming but always had time to take their young family camping, water skiing, and hunting. Many of these wonderful memories were spent with the Hillam and Martindale families. At one time Lynda and Duane had a motorcycle and would go on weekend rides with friends. This activity didn’t last long as Lynda disliked being away from home and really disliked messing up her hair that was styled once a week by her friend Judy.
Lynda never missed a dance recital, sporting event, school program, or concert. She attended anything and everything her children or grandchildren participated in. Sleepovers at grandma’s house were a big deal! Grandma would cook everyone’s favorite food and rent movies. She made endless treats for school parties, Halloween carnivals, birthdays, and weddings. Lynda was involved in the Ashton Elementary PTP and North Fremont Booster Club. One year Duane and Lynda were the grand marshals of the North Fremont Homecoming parade. They looked fabulous rolling down main street in a 1967 Mustang convertible owned by DA Lalonde.
Lynda served as Primary president, Young Women’s president, Relief Society president and stake Relief Society president. Caring for the widows in her ward was a top priority. She would visit them often, take them to appointments, and shovel their driveways and sidewalks even when her own health was failing. Warm meals taken to new mothers or sick neighbors occurred almost weekly, but she always managed to create wonderful meals for her own family each day. Family time around the kitchen table was priceless. Lynda truly lived a life of service.
In her later years she became a member of the Red Hat Ladies and undertook her biggest project yet. Lynda spearheaded the Ashton Giving Tree for many years. Along with generous community members, friends, and family close to 700 local families received Christmas gifts and groceries. She made sure overdue water and electric bills were taken care of. She somehow always knew who needed a hand up and when they needed it.
Lynda worked at several businesses over the years including Sears, Stoddard’s Dept Store and Lyons. One of her most fulfilling jobs was that of activity director at the Ashton Living Center. She enjoyed spending quality time with each resident and wanted to make sure they were loved and cared for. Our family is grateful for her example of charity, love and kindness.
Lynda had plenty of struggles, including serious health issues in recent years. She was often in severe pain yet pushed through each day. She lived a beautiful life and created a beautiful family along the way. Her legacy is a priceless gift to all who knew her.
Lynda is preceded in death by her parents, Earl and Verna Hunt, brothers David, John, and Leonard Hunt, sisters Lorraine Sutton and Arlene Miller, and grandson Cooper Lee Lenz. She is survived by her husband of 65 years Duane Wray Kerbs, sister Sharlene Bergeson, brother Glendon Hunt, children Darrin (Peggy ) Kerbs, Jodi (Stacy) Beard, Devin (Tracy) Kerbs, Jori (Shaun ) Lenz , Lacey (Syd) O’Reilley, 14 grandchildren and 16 great grandchildren.
Per Lynda’s wishes the family will be honoring her at a private service.
In lieu of flowers donations can be made in her name to the Ashton Senior Citizen Center.





