Karey B Keath, age 94, of Everett, Washington passed away on Friday, June 28, 2024. Karey led a remarkable life filled with diverse experiences and contributions.
Born in Omak, Washington, Karey graduated from Omak High School and later attended Everett Community College, where she pursued her educational aspirations.
Throughout her professional career, Karey held various roles that showcased her dedication and versatility. Notably, she served as a Secretary II at Everett Community College and as an Administrative Secretary at Northgate General Hospital for nearly two decades. Her tenure at The Boeing Company and involvement with the U.S. Census highlighted her commitment to public service and community welfare.
Karey's pioneering spirit shone through in many aspects of her life. She attended welding school where she became certified and went on to work for Todd & Lockheed Shipyard in Serattle. Her dedication to this field led her to forge a lifelong friendship with Jill, whom she met during welding school in 1977.
Beyond her professional achievements, Karey had a deep love for horses and spent many joyful hours riding and caring for them. Karey found solace in her deep love for horses, particularly the Appaloosa breed favored by the Nez Perce Indians. She owned and bred four Appaloosas at her home in Marysville.
Her artistic talent was evident in her paintings, which included sentimental scenes such as her parents’ homestead and her father's grave, as well as vibrant floral compositions. Karey found solace and joy in her restored farmhouse in Marysville, where she resided for 20 years, cherishing each moment spent among her cherished memories and beloved horses.
Karey also took pride in her community involvement and was honored to have been crowned Omak Stampede Queen, a testament to her local prominence and leadership.
In her leisure time, Karey enjoyed exploring Native arts, further enriching her appreciation for cultural heritage and creativity.
Karey B. Keath leaves behind a legacy of resilience, creativity, and service to others. She will be dearly missed by all who knew her.
The Cowgirl
There's a different kind of cowgirl,
That you hardly ever see.
You won't find her in the movies, or
Watch her on T.V.
She don't wear no fancy Stetson,
No buckles made of gold,
Her hands are often dirty, and
Her clothing's usually old.
If, you meet her in the city,
She might hardly say a thing,
But those who think her surly,
Should greet her where she's king.
You've got to go up riding,
Where it's high and wild, and free,
To see her and Arrow,
Cross an icy mountain stream.
She will tip her old Resistol, and
Pass the time of day,
With her leg hooked over the pommel,
Till she moves along her way.
Because, high up and lonesome,
Is where she lives to be.
High up and lonesome,
WIth the eagles, above the trees.
High up and lonesome,,
You can see, and see, and see!
Kbk:arrow
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