Barbara
A. Swaggart
Oct.
15, 1917 — May 10, 2005
Barbara A. Swaggart, 87, of Scio died Tuesday at a Scio care home.
Barbara A. Swaggart, 87, of Scio,
passed away Tuesday, May 10, 2005 at a Scio care home.
She was born October 15, 1917 in Yoncalla, the daughter of Robert E. and Pearl
M. (Johnson) Teague. The family lived in Drain for some time, later moving to
Ashland and then Albany for a short time. She moved to Eugene, where she
graduated from high school and met her future husband, Marvin Swaggart.
She married Marvin Swaggart on June 3, 1939 in Eugene; they were married for
almost 66 years. They moved to Sweet Home for a few years and then moved to
Lebanon, eventually moving to Scio on Gilkey Road, where they have lived for 39
years.
Barbara loved flower gardening and liked to sew and make her own clothes.
She is survived by her husband: Marvin Swaggart of Scio; a son: Duane Swaggart
of Portland; a daughter: Gloria Jensen of Lebanon; a sister: Boni Chandler of
LaMesa, California; 5 grandchildren and 7 great-grandchildren.
She was preceded in death by her son Daryl Swaggart in 1969 and by her parents.
Viewing will be Friday, May 13, 2005 from 4:00 PM to 7:00 PM at Huston-Jost
Funeral Home. A graveside service will be held on Saturday, May 14, 2005 at
1:00 PM at Rest-Haven Memorial Park at 3900 Willamette St. in Eugene.
Contributions can be made to Samaritan Evergreen Hospice in care of Huston-Jost
Funeral Home, 86 W. Grant St., Lebanon, OR 97355.
You
died on a Tuesday morning.
It
was raining outside and the smell of azaleas was in the air.
Cotton
was blowing in the wind and softly dancing along the street.
You
loved this time of year, as the flowers bloomed and gardens were planted.
he
smell of fresh cut grass with each breath of wind. Y
our sun hat on and garden gloves in tow will always be how I remember you, Grandma.
Love Always, Deborah.
I remember fresh churned butter and
canned beans and corn made by mamma,
homemade skirts and dresses
made especially for me.
I remember us going to church, mamma
all dressed up in a new dress she made
and wearing her hat sitting outside in
a chair watching us all play crochet.
I remember mamma playing old songs and
hymns on the piano and doing crossword
puzzles, always knowing the answers to
every word.
I remember mamma giving gumdrops to her
grandchildren, and great grandchildren
too, being stuffed after eating mamma’s
turkey she made so well.
I remember how mammas special touch always
made plants grow and bloom while mine did
not, and looking at Little Nemo the Fish
book and listening to the music it played.
I remember I said I love you Mamma for the
Last time as I said goodbye, she said
I love you more, I said no I love you more,
and she smiled one last time.
By Her Daughter Gloria Jensen
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