Swaim - Henry
Source: Waveland Independent newspaper, Waveland, Montgomery County, Indiana June 3, 1927
Henry Swaim, the father of Carl Swaim died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Ernest Weatherford, near Marshall, Tuesday morning. He has been seriously ill for some time. The funeral was held yesterday morning at his own home about three miles north of Rockville. Burial at Bloomingdale. He leaves a widow, one daughter and two sons, Carl of this place and Claude of Indianapolis. -- kbz
Source: Rockville Republican newspaper, Rockville, Parke County, Indiana June 2, 1927 (via Parke County GenWeb page)
Henry Swaim, age 84, a well known farmer of near Marshall, died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Ernest Weatherford, Tuesday morning at 8:30, following an illness of several weeks. He is survived by the widow, one daughter, Mrs. Weatherford, and two sons, Claude of Indianapolis and Carl of Waveland. The funeral will be held this morning (Thursday) at 10:30 at his late home, three miles north of town on the pavement highway, Revs I. Jones and W.F. Smith officiating. Burial in Bloomingdale cemetery. It is not by chance that we meet today to pay the final tribute to one who has been our neighbor and friend for these many years and one whom we have learned to respect as a man and honor as a neighbor and friend. Henry E. Swaim, the son of Joseph and Margaret Dix Swaim, was born in Randolph county, NC, on the 24th day of July, 1843. He was the youngest of a large family of children who inherited a birthright membership in the Friends church. At the time of his death he was nearing his 84th birthday anniversary, having lived 83 years, 10 months and 7 days. At the close of the Civil war he came to Parke county, and at the age of 25 he was married to Susanah Jane Osborn, a daughter of the late David L. Osborn. To this union was born one daughter, Mary E. Vail. Nine years after the death of this companion he was united in marriage to Mary E. Osborn, also a daughter of David L. Osborn. To this union were born three children: Claude of Indianapolis, Callie May Weatherford of Rockville and J. Carl Swaim of Waveland, who with their mother were present at the funeral. Mr. Swaim had been in poor health for the last few years and not strong enough to do much manual labor. In writing this sketch we wish to mention the fact that his daughter Callie has tenderly ministered to his care and comfort, taking him and his companion to her home where they could be more comfortable during the winter. Uncle Henry, like the writer of this sketch, was a conscript in the Civil war, and knew something of the hardships of a Confederate conscript. We feel that our neighbor, Henry E. Swaim, could have adopted the prophecy of Micha of old, when he said. “Come, let us go up to the house of the Lord and we will learn his ways, and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.” No more shall the war cry sever or winding rivers be red; they banish our anger forever when they laurel the graves of the dead. Under the sod and the dew awaiting the judgment day; love and tears for the Blue; tears and love for the Gray. Today we gather about the casket of this quiet sleeper, not to disturb his sleep, but to bring back the memory of the love and respect we cherish in life. He was a man of a retiring disposition, living quietly and peacefully in his home life. He was a member of the Free and Accepted Masonic lodge and lived up to the teaching and precepts of the same. His early life was spent on a farm in the community where he was born and where he secured what educational advantages the county at that time afforded. Since coming to Indiana he has watched the growth of our great public schools from the “log cabin” period of the Civil war to the present consolidated township system. He has learned thru the years that the true philosophy of life is love, the love of God and of his fellow men. He was honest in his dealings and his honesty was beyond question. Frankness, simplicity and sincerity were stamped in his countenance. With charity for all, and faith in his fellow men, he passed quietly along among his neighbors and friends who always bade him welcome. He leaves behind his wife, Mary E. of Bloomingdale; two sons, Claude of Indianapolis and J. Carl Swaim of Waveland; one daughter, Callie May Weatherford of Rockville; seven grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. His neighbors in Bloomingdale and vicinity will always be gladdened when they recall his life. In his home he was all that might be expected of such a man-a devoted husband, a kind and indulgent father, and in the language of one who knew him well, “that doing good was his life work.” In the language of another we say. “And the stately ships go on to their haven under the hill but , oh, for the touch of a vanished hand, and the sound of a voice that is still,” and again we quote from Oliver Wendell Holmes, “Build thee more stately mansions. O, my soul, as the swift seasons roll, till thou at last art free; leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea.”