Bennett - Hattie Bell Swindler
Source: Waveland Independent Jan 27, 1899
Hattie B. Bennett wife of Edgar died of consumption ? evening at her home at New Market. She was 21 years old and a daughter of HH Swindler. Her residence was in Waveland. She had made many friends. She was a member of the Knights of Pythias from ?. The funeral was on Monday.
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Source: Crawfordsville Review 28 January 1899 p 8
Mrs. Hattie Bennett of New Market died at her father’s last Saturday of consumption. She was the wife of Edgar Bennett. She was a kind hearted and loving woman and liked by all who knew her. The funeral was conducted on Monday; interment at the Indian Creek cemetery. - kbz
Note: Hattie was born 3 March 1878 and died 21 January 1899 - buried Indian Creek Hill Cemetery
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Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Journal Friday, 27 January 1899
Mrs. Hettie B. Bennett, wife of Edgar Bennett, died of consumption on Saturday evening at her home near New Market. The funeral took place Monday at 11 o’clock, the services being conducted by Revs. Yount and Geyer. Interment was at the Indian Creek Cemetery
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Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Journal Friday 3 Feb 1899
In Memory of Hattie Bell Swindler Bennett
(By Her Father)
Hattie Bell Swindler was born on March 4, 1878; departed this life January 21, 1899, aged 20 years, 9 months and 17 days.
She joined the M. E. Church in January, 1894; was married to Edgar D. Bennett Sept. 20, 1896. As the sun was setting in the western horizon Hattie’s life with all that was mortal sank to rise in that beautiful land where the sun never sets. With her long months of suffering not a murmur came from her lips, wholly resigned to the will of a kind heavenly father, every ready to give a kind and loving word to all of her friends, trusting in the wisdom and faith of her dear loving Savior, expressing herself ready and willing to go at the summons of her Master. As we look upon her cold and lifeless form in sadness, and into the grave with sorrow, there comes a mingling of joy that the bright and beautiful testimonies that she gave her friends and more especially her husband and parents, breaks the horror of death and we are led to exclaim, “O death, where is thy sting: O grave, where is thy victory?” The giving up of such a beautiful life is only the refining fire that burns the dross out of our souls and fits us for the home beyond. Hattie, we are loath to give you up, but we would not dare to call you back. Gone to sing the songs of heaven, with her voice tuned to the music of the angels, enjoying the companionship of grandmothers and grandfather and to add one more jewel to the crown of our heavenly king.
Hattie leaves a father, mother, husband, one dear sister, four brothers and a host of loving friends to mourn her irreparable loss. Heavenly Father, give us grace and courage to live lives that when the summons comes the Master will exclaim, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joys of the Lord.”