"EARTH HAS NO SORROWS THAT HEAVEN CANNOT HEAL."
Charles Aden Swift was the first son born to Aden and Velma Swift after three daughters. He never married. Unlike his brother and sisters, Charles was born in Springfield, MO because the only doctor in Reeds Spring was serving in the Army durng WWI. Charles was only 6 when his father died of tuberculosis which was a family curse. Charles had tuberculosis of the bone??? and had to eat liver 3 times a day for almost a year to help him overcome this disease. Until the day he died, he hated liver. Once Velma realized she would not be able to take care of her 5 children as a young widow, she made the decision to send the four youngest, including Charles, Maxine, EmmaJean and Bob to the Masonic Home in St. Louis. Once he graduated from Ben Blewett High School in 1936, Charles began dabbling in what became an obsession for him, electronics: radios, cameras, TVs (later). During WWII, he served in the Army. In the 1950s, he moved to Los Angeles and worked in the aerospace industry, first for Hughes aircraft and later for Lockheed.
Having been a long-time smoker, Charles' health began to decline and he eventually became quite ill with emphazema. He was never able to quit smoking. I used to ask him everytime I talked to him if he'd quit smoking yet, and he always said, "Yes, at least 12 times a day."
Charles was a wonderful person. In our family he was known only as "Uncle" because when my sister was small she asked my mother if her uncle had been in the war. My mother asked her, "which uncle?" Janet responded, "Why, my real uncle of course." Hence he was UNCLE to all of us. He loved to tell jokes and the funny thing was that he always repeated the punch line at least twice while he laughed at his own jokes. Although Charles died in Los Angeles, we could not bear to think of him being buried where no one would ever remember him, so my mother arranged for the VA to send him to Oklahoma where she lived. He is buried in the cemetery across the street from the one in which she is now buried. We, his nieces and nephews, think of him often and miss him very much.
Thank you, Jennifer Horner, for sponsoring my uncle's memorial.
Charles Aden Swift was the first son born to Aden and Velma Swift after three daughters. He never married. Unlike his brother and sisters, Charles was born in Springfield, MO because the only doctor in Reeds Spring was serving in the Army durng WWI. Charles was only 6 when his father died of tuberculosis which was a family curse. Charles had tuberculosis of the bone??? and had to eat liver 3 times a day for almost a year to help him overcome this disease. Until the day he died, he hated liver. Once Velma realized she would not be able to take care of her 5 children as a young widow, she made the decision to send the four youngest, including Charles, Maxine, EmmaJean and Bob to the Masonic Home in St. Louis. Once he graduated from Ben Blewett High School in 1936, Charles began dabbling in what became an obsession for him, electronics: radios, cameras, TVs (later). During WWII, he served in the Army. In the 1950s, he moved to Los Angeles and worked in the aerospace industry, first for Hughes aircraft and later for Lockheed.
Having been a long-time smoker, Charles' health began to decline and he eventually became quite ill with emphazema. He was never able to quit smoking. I used to ask him everytime I talked to him if he'd quit smoking yet, and he always said, "Yes, at least 12 times a day."
Charles was a wonderful person. In our family he was known only as "Uncle" because when my sister was small she asked my mother if her uncle had been in the war. My mother asked her, "which uncle?" Janet responded, "Why, my real uncle of course." Hence he was UNCLE to all of us. He loved to tell jokes and the funny thing was that he always repeated the punch line at least twice while he laughed at his own jokes. Although Charles died in Los Angeles, we could not bear to think of him being buried where no one would ever remember him, so my mother arranged for the VA to send him to Oklahoma where she lived. He is buried in the cemetery across the street from the one in which she is now buried. We, his nieces and nephews, think of him often and miss him very much.
Thank you, Jennifer Horner, for sponsoring my uncle's memorial.
"EARTH HAS NO SORROWS THAT HEAVEN CANNOT HEAL."
Charles Aden Swift was the first son born to Aden and Velma Swift after three daughters. He never married. Unlike his brother and sisters, Charles was born in Springfield, MO because the only doctor in Reeds Spring was serving in the Army durng WWI. Charles was only 6 when his father died of tuberculosis which was a family curse. Charles had tuberculosis of the bone??? and had to eat liver 3 times a day for almost a year to help him overcome this disease. Until the day he died, he hated liver. Once Velma realized she would not be able to take care of her 5 children as a young widow, she made the decision to send the four youngest, including Charles, Maxine, EmmaJean and Bob to the Masonic Home in St. Louis. Once he graduated from Ben Blewett High School in 1936, Charles began dabbling in what became an obsession for him, electronics: radios, cameras, TVs (later). During WWII, he served in the Army. In the 1950s, he moved to Los Angeles and worked in the aerospace industry, first for Hughes aircraft and later for Lockheed.
Having been a long-time smoker, Charles' health began to decline and he eventually became quite ill with emphazema. He was never able to quit smoking. I used to ask him everytime I talked to him if he'd quit smoking yet, and he always said, "Yes, at least 12 times a day."
Charles was a wonderful person. In our family he was known only as "Uncle" because when my sister was small she asked my mother if her uncle had been in the war. My mother asked her, "which uncle?" Janet responded, "Why, my real uncle of course." Hence he was UNCLE to all of us. He loved to tell jokes and the funny thing was that he always repeated the punch line at least twice while he laughed at his own jokes. Although Charles died in Los Angeles, we could not bear to think of him being buried where no one would ever remember him, so my mother arranged for the VA to send him to Oklahoma where she lived. He is buried in the cemetery across the street from the one in which she is now buried. We, his nieces and nephews, think of him often and miss him very much.
Thank you, Jennifer Horner, for sponsoring my uncle's memorial.
Charles Aden Swift was the first son born to Aden and Velma Swift after three daughters. He never married. Unlike his brother and sisters, Charles was born in Springfield, MO because the only doctor in Reeds Spring was serving in the Army durng WWI. Charles was only 6 when his father died of tuberculosis which was a family curse. Charles had tuberculosis of the bone??? and had to eat liver 3 times a day for almost a year to help him overcome this disease. Until the day he died, he hated liver. Once Velma realized she would not be able to take care of her 5 children as a young widow, she made the decision to send the four youngest, including Charles, Maxine, EmmaJean and Bob to the Masonic Home in St. Louis. Once he graduated from Ben Blewett High School in 1936, Charles began dabbling in what became an obsession for him, electronics: radios, cameras, TVs (later). During WWII, he served in the Army. In the 1950s, he moved to Los Angeles and worked in the aerospace industry, first for Hughes aircraft and later for Lockheed.
Having been a long-time smoker, Charles' health began to decline and he eventually became quite ill with emphazema. He was never able to quit smoking. I used to ask him everytime I talked to him if he'd quit smoking yet, and he always said, "Yes, at least 12 times a day."
Charles was a wonderful person. In our family he was known only as "Uncle" because when my sister was small she asked my mother if her uncle had been in the war. My mother asked her, "which uncle?" Janet responded, "Why, my real uncle of course." Hence he was UNCLE to all of us. He loved to tell jokes and the funny thing was that he always repeated the punch line at least twice while he laughed at his own jokes. Although Charles died in Los Angeles, we could not bear to think of him being buried where no one would ever remember him, so my mother arranged for the VA to send him to Oklahoma where she lived. He is buried in the cemetery across the street from the one in which she is now buried. We, his nieces and nephews, think of him often and miss him very much.
Thank you, Jennifer Horner, for sponsoring my uncle's memorial.
