Donald “Bud” M. Mecham

Donald “Bud” M. Mecham went to the big rendezvous in the sky on September 7, 2021. He was surrounded by his loved ones who helped him transition out of this earthly life. He was born in Brigham City, Utah to Melissa Vilma Montgomery and Donald Miller Mecham, and was raised by his stepfather Max V. Tanner in Grouse Creek, Utah.

He was an artist, carpenter, teacher, storyteller, outdoorsman, selfless provider, and master laugher. The list of his incredible talents and values goes on and on. He loved his family with every ounce of his being. He provided for his family with every dollar he earned. The world may never again know such a uniquely gifted man. He spent his adult life doing the thing he loved, making beautiful pottery for people from all around the world. It’s awesome to know that so many pieces of him will be found in peoples’ homes and kitchens for years to come.

He is survived by his wife, Malawna Mecham; his brothers Dick Mecham and Kerry “John” Mecham, and his 10 children; Tracie and Rorque Wood, Julie Mecham and partner Pedja, Matt Mecham and partner Leslie, Natalie Mecham, Andrew Mecham, Jamie and Brandon Haynes, Philip Vilone Mecham, Josh and Stephani Lyon, Jed and Ashley Lyon, Gabrielle “Gabbi” and Ashley Saverino, his first wife Patricia Vilone Powers, 24 grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

He is preceded in death by his mother, father, stepfather, mother and father-in- law Avanell and Rulon Darrington, and his sister Kathleen “Sissy” Tanner, along with a pack of very loyal pets.

Bud was sealed in the St. George LDS Temple for time and all eternity to Malawna on September 29, 1990. He served two years in the East Central States Mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and he also served in the United States Army in Fort Lewis, WA from 1970 – 1971.

There will an open viewing for the public on Sunday, September 12, 2021, from 5:00 – 7:00 pm at the Spilsbury Mortuary located at 25 N 2000 W, Hurricane, Utah. There will be a family viewing on Monday, September 13, 2021, from 9:00 – 10:30 am.

Funeral service will be held on Monday, September 13, 2021, 10:30 am at Hurricane Heritage Chapel (1178 S 700 W). Interment will be at Toquerville Cemetery where he will be laid to rest.

There will be a live stream of the services from 10:30 – 12:00 pm on Monday, September 13th for those not attending. The link is:

In lieu of flowers, please consider helping our family with expenses by donating to his GoFundMe page:

Arrangements are made under the direction of Spilsbury Mortuary 110 S Bluff Street, St. George, Utah. 435-673-2454. Family and friends are invited to sign Bud’s online guest book at



Spilsbury Hurricane Valley Mortuary (25 N 2000 W, Hurricane) 5:00 – 7:00 pm

Second Visitation


10:30 am


2nd Visitation
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Hurricane Heritage Chapel
1178 S 700 W
Hurricane, Utah


Touquerville Cemetery

Guest Book

10 Responses

  1. Love you Bud and Malawian. We will miss that laugh….it was the one thing that said, “you are finally at rendezvous and with family.” Thinking of your laugh always brings a smile to my face. See you at the shinin times beyond my brother

  2. Shinin Times Beyond
    By Longtrail
    I am just a Pilgrim here, in the Shin’in Times Beyond,
    Recently arriving, so swiftly brought along.
    My Maker said ” Try not to think about the valley through which you’ve passed,
    There’s nothing you can alter Son, cause your die has done been cast.”

    My Maker told me “Pilgrim, some of your friends are waiting here,
    They’ve pitched a lodge up for ya, and fetched ya up some gear.
    I hear they plan to take ya to the Rockies in the sky,
    To rendezvous with found brothers, and their arrival’s drawing nigh.”

    He handed me an old parfleche that shone the hue of sky,
    With green of moss, upon I’d walked, in times of life gone by.
    Within the folds I found there, the skins I’d left behind,
    And the pouch my Love had made for me, my Love, so dear and kind.

    Also in it were my moccasins I’d put aside, with holes, and seams undone,
    They were again so new, and felt like velvet when I put them on.
    My old capote once worn thread bare from years upon the ground,
    Was thick and red and warmed me so, as when it was first wrapped round.

    I heard a thunder of hooves, whoops and hollers coming from behind,
    When I turned and beheld them all, old stories came to mind.
    All the mountain men I’d read of, the stories of their lives,
    All the places they had traveled, the fights they’d not survived.

    There were good friends among them, who had before me rode,
    Up that valley to the other side without their earthly load.
    To see them was a gift from God, for I had known them well,
    Tears of joy and happiness from our eyes so freely fell.

    They jumped down from their horses and embraced me one by one,
    They looked into my eyes and said “We’re glad to have you Son.”
    They shook my hand and gave me hugs and said “Come on lets go!”
    We then rode off for Shin’in Times, in the mountains topped with snow.

    When we arrived in camp that day, such a sight did greet my eyes,
    There set a camp of breathless beauty in those Rockies in the sky.
    The meadow they pitched my lodge in had a clear and running stream,
    Which sang of love and loyalty amongst our brethren.

    We took the saddles off our horses and turned them out to graze,
    Then set back in the warm soft grass and spoke of by-gone days.
    They said it did their old hearts good to know they were remembered,
    By brothers still behind us, brothers missed, and brothers kindred.

    As we talked beside our campfire, as the flame burned down so low,
    I realized it wasn’t very different than it was a bit ago,
    When I was with my brothers, on the earth and on the ground,
    And “It don’t get no better !” was often heard around.

    The sky was just as blue and I beheld the green of trees,
    The water was a shimmering and the sweetness of the breeze,
    Was just like it used to be in the place I’d left behind
    When in unison we’d all say “No better can we find !”

    Brothers, some day in the future when that horse is brought to you,
    The one who’ll carry you up that valley, when your earthly life is through,
    Give him rein and spur him hard my friend, and ride him straight on through,
    Cause The Shin’in Times Beyond, and us, are waiting here for you.

  3. My rendezvous brother . Bud, I will always be grateful for your help, advice, and our “later tonight” talks. You have left us way too soon, but we are grateful for the knowledge that we will one day meet again.
    Don’t be sad Bud has left this campfire, be happy we could share it .

  4. Going to miss you Bud. I loved bumping into you at different places in Wyoming. It was easy to find you because of your laugh. Rest easy my friend.

  5. Malawna, so sorry to hear of your husband’s passing. It sounds like he was a great guy. We remember our fun times together and hope that you do as well. May you be comforted during this time and know that we will pray for you. Hugs – Cara and Bruce Dickman

  6. We will certainly miss Bud and his always cheery personality. And that laugh !!!! Condolences to all the family.

  7. Bud, we have loved knowing you and Malawna all these years. Traveling together, camping together, sharing. You will be so missed. Your infectious laughter lit up the camp and the rendezvous. Made us smile no matter what you were laughing at. You tried to teach how to make pottery and we laughed in hysterics at our poor efforts. Bless you for your efforts and encouragement…but we stuck with beadwork and woodwork. We loved watching movies with the two of you, even the ones we’d all seen a hundred times. You go ahead and get the fire going, and we’ll see you in camp. God Speed.

  8. He will live on in our home because it is filled with his art. My late wife was a huge fan. Good luck on the next journey Bud.

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