HUFFMAN, Edward Ross - Putnam

Edwin Ross Huffman was born Sept 6, 1882 on a farm a few miles south of Reelsville in Putnam County, Indiana and spent his youth and young manhood in that locality. He was the oldest son of Ivan and Mary Baumunk Huffman who had three children. Two. Clem Huffman and Mrs. Louis Rabb still living in the home community. He was of direct German decent on his mother’s side, her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Baumunk having immigrated to America from Germany.  He was united in marriage to Beulah Pollom of near Manhattan, Dec 1, 1903 and to this union was born two children, a daughter that died in birth and a dear little son Edman who died at the age of eight years. When death robbed his home of children he took into its shelter and care his wife’s nephew Frederic Pollom DeBoer. Mr. Huffman was a farmer and stock buyer and for the last 10 years of his life was connected with the Union Stock Yards of Indianapolis and through this work became widely known in Indianapolis and surrounding counties and made many friends. He enjoyed being with his relatives, friends and business associates and would travel far to be with the church people of his choice. His latest string always hung on the outside of his house was known for its hospitality and abundance. He department this life, Dec 24, 1930, aged 48 years 2 months 18 days at his home near Indianapolis.  He leaves his wife, his nephew Frederic, father. Mr. Ivan Huffman, a brother, Clem and one sister, Mrs. Volly Rabb and a host of relatives and friends to mourn his loss.  Out of the darkness of this night of sorrow our human instinct, our never dying  love, the beauties of nature, the coming of the seasons, the return of seed time and harvest, the blooming of flowers and grass b lades which are here today and withers tomorrow. These, with our human ability, which is derived from Durne Origin, to look ahead and interpret the unknown future.  All give us a hope as old as the human race is old, tha tour own will not be entirely taken from us, but will be reunited with according to a Divine Plan and in our sorrow we can say with the Poet – Serene I fold my hands and wait. Nor care for mind nor tide nor sea; I rave no more gainst time or fate, For, lo! My own shall come to me. - kbz