Carol Lee Worthington

Carol Lee Worthington was born September 25, 1933 in Marion County, Iowa the daughter of Noel Dunbar and Ethel Leona (Kingery) Chambers.

Carol Lee and her siblings; Shirley, David, Janet, Joyce, and Mary grew up on a farm near Pleasantville, Iowa. Carol Lee graduated with honors as Valedictorian from Pleasantville High School. Following graduation, she attended Central College. She was united in marriage to Larry Worthington and they began farming until he was drafted. They were relocated to El Paso, Tx and Detroit Mi. returning to Pleasantville to farm. To this union three children, Rory, Marc and Julie were born. Through the years, Carol had worked at 3M, Shorty’s and the Brass Rail. Carol also raised livestock on her farm for most of her years. Her love and knowledge of farming and herdsmanship were passed on to her children and grand children. She retired as the site manager for the Pleasantville Senior Center.

In her spare time, Carol enjoyed flower and vegetable gardening quilting and embroidery. She was a wonderful cook and known for her home made chicken and noodles and cinnamon rolls that were requested at all family dinners.

Carol Lee passed away Sunday, August 10, 2025 at Accura of Pleasantville at the age of 91 years.

She was preceded in death by her parents and siblings: Shirley McBroom, David Frank Chambers and Janet Boots.

Those left to cherish Carol’s memory include her children: Rory (Jen) Worthington, Marc Worthington and Julie (Mark) Derby; 5 grandsons; 5 great-grandchildren; siblings, Mary (Sam) Crabb and Joyce Groteluchen; cousin, Dixie Feagins and many other family members and friends.

The family would like to thank Accura Healthcare of Pleasantville and Suncrest Hospice for their care.

Carol has been cremated and services will be announced at a later date. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Pleasantville EMS or the Marion County Humane Society.

I Saw God Wash the World

By Dr. William L. Stidger

I saw God wash the world last night

With His sweet showers on high;

And then when morning came

I saw him hang it out to dry.

He washed each slender blade of grass

And every trembling tree;

He flung his showers against the hills

And swept the rolling sea.

The white rose is a deeper white;

The red, a richer red

Since God washed every fragrant face

And put them all to bed.

There’s not a bird, there’s not a bee

That wings along the way,

But is a cleaner bird and bee

Than it was yesterday.

I saw God wash the world last night;

Ah, would He had washed me

As clean of all my dust and dirt

As that old white birch tree!