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| Cause of Death: Heart Failure |
| Naturalization: 1944 Bakersfield, California |
| Religion: Roman Catholic |
| Education: Bet 1933 and 1937 Our Lady of Peace Academy, San Diego, California |
| Baptism: Huatabampo, Sonora, Mexico |
| Graduation: 1937 Our Lady of Peace Academy, San Diego, California |
| Social Security Number: 569141165 |
| Residence: Bet 1917 and 1921 Sonora, Mexico |
| Residence: Bet 1921 and 1927 Mexicali, Baja California, Mexico |
| Residence: Bet 1927 and 1933 Calexico, Imperial Co, California, USA |
| Residence: Bet 1933 and 1937 San Diego, San Diego Co, California |
| Residence: Bet 1937 and 1941 Calexico, Imperial Co, California, USA |
| Residence: Bet 1942 and 1965 California, Utah, Montana |
| Residence: After 1965 Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara, CA |
| Retirement: 1965 |
| Occupation: Wife, housekeeper, mother, grandmother |
| Burial: 23 Dec 2002 Santa Barbara Cemetery, Santa Barbara, CA |
| Cremation: 17 Aug 2002 Cremated in Boise, Ada Co, Idaho |
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Padrinos (Godparents) Prospero Ibarra y Luz (ceballos/corbala) de Ibarra of Huatabampo.
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I adore Rosie's story-telling, as she always starts at some climax and works both ways until all facts are explained. I can always reconstruct the story, if I want to. -Frank Swigart
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Dad was a Civil Engineer and Surveyor. Before and after WWII he worked for the Bureau of Reclamation on the Imperial Valley Canal System of the Colorado River Project. During World War II he worked for the Department of the Navy constructing airports in California... Catalina, San Diego, Mojave; after the war he returned to work with the Bureau of Reclamation and worked constructing Bradbury Dam-Cachuma Lake, the Sisquoc; worked on the Tracy Pumping Plant as part of the California Aquaduct system, Monticello Dam-Lake Beryessa on Putah Creek in Northern California, Flaming Gorge Dam on the Green River in Utah as part of the Colorado River Project and Yellowtail Dam (Big Horn River) in Montana as part of the Missouri River Project.
He was proud to part of the greening of the west, he was part of America's love of frontiers and 'Manifest Destiny' taming rivers to produce hydroelectric power, control flooding, and provide water for irrigation and lakes for recreation. He was a man of projects and vision. He was fiercely patriotic and loved his life, his family and his country. He was a powerfully strong man with a great intelligence. He was also capable of great caring, gentleness and kindness. He believed in being a friend, a neighbor. He had a firm hand and a shoulder to help with. To him a man that was selfish was 'small.' His imagination and his view of the world was expansive and optimistic. He believed that mankind was at the beginning of his evolution and that incredible marvels were yet to come.
He gardened, grew crisp and tasty turnips, tall corn, chickens, turkeys, ducks and rabbits, read books on science, science fiction, history, poetry. He loved to fish, loved hiking, walking. He knew the Bible by heart and understood it as a book built with devotion by ignorant sheephearders who were trying to express the inexpressible. He understood religion as an instinct in man. He was religious but hated dogma, thought discussion of religion silly. God to him was not a personality but the one immense mind and soul behind and within the universe. Dad saw us as sparks off the godhead. Life was precious. He could sit and watch light, mountains, mist, trees, for hours. Life never ceased to fascinate him. He fed ants. He pulled weeds, he grew things. Others talked of prayer and meditation. He was meditation. He had patience. Rose Mary and Frank were always filled with gratitude for life.
He also had a great sense of humor and was quick to chuckle. He loved anecdotal stories and the way things were revealed to us so suprisingly. He watched for the unexpected and saw it often. He learned and he laughed. His intelligence could not be separated from his great sense of humor. Life had deep sadness for him because he was so conscious; that sadness was constantly emptied by his great hilarity. Good humour filled him. Life was cosmically wonderful. He knew pain better than most men. He knew love and humor as being greater than pain. He was courageous, never shirked on his friends or his family. He never shirked on himself. He was upright. His was a steady light like a beacon or a lighthouse.
We owned a telescope. We set it up and would look at the moon, planets and stars. We spent nights watching Sputnik go by in 1957. We would walk out in the backyard and watch it travel through the stars. I would shiver in the cold starlight and he put his arm around me and kept me warm. He knew the frequency and I would sit with earphones in the night staring at the radio's dials and gauges listening for this invader of our overhead space. We heard it beeping on his multiband Hallicrafter Radio and would rush outside and look upwards at the fast star among the slow ones. He was enthralled by the great project of man's going into space. As an engineer, he wished he were building the space platforms that would shoot man to the stars. He took vacation every time they launched a Mercury, Gemini, or Apollo mission and would listen to news on the radio and watch commentary by Walter Cronkite and others on the blurry, snowy television of the 1950's and 60's. It was an adventure, and he as an American was proud to part of it, glad his taxes were paying for it. It was our future to seed the stars and he knew he was watching it at the dawn of history.
He was a great husband and father. He loved just sitting and talking with his wife and children. He was always interested in whatever they did, thought or felt. He came into his own as a grandfather, his eyes glowed with passion and pride when he saws his grandchildren and would think of them and look forward to taking them to the Zoo, beach, breakfast, gardens, shopping, or just sit and read books with them. 'Hello there grandson!' he would say. 'You had better eat this ice cream before your mother comes home, finds that I am spoiling you and I get in trouble!' He loved his wife, his sons and his daughter. He loved his sons' wives and their children. He was entranced by the beauty and sweet spirit and smile of his lone redheaded granddaughter Anna. Life had unfolded as a cornucopia for him. He had lived in great poverty and spiritual emptiness as a orphan child. He had married for love. He and Rose Mary, the love of his life, had raised their children well. In his later years he was filled with a quiet, nourishing, and enduring joy. Few men have been happier than he.
Michael Swigart
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Rose Mary Esquer's favorite love song, to her and Frank it was 'their' song.
Solamente una vez amé en la vida,
solamente una vez, y nada más.
Solamente una vez en mi huerto
brilló la esperanza,
la esperanza que alumbra el camino
de mi soledad.
Una vez nada más se entrega el alma
con la dulce y total renunciación,
y cuando ese milagro realiza
el prodigio de amarse,
hay campanas de fiesta que cantan
en el corazón.
- Agustín Lara
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Mom and Dad rest peacefully in the deep blue waters of the reservoir they built. On Oct. 17 (only coincidentally the anniversary of Dad's passing) we sought permission from the Bureau of Reclamation and Flaming Gorge Security to perform a short ceremony of thanks and remembrance from the center of the dam. Thanks to 9-11, the security is beefy. Stopping while driving on the damn instantly starts security action. Walking on the dam is prohibited except in a short segment of the guided tours. We were escorted by a security guard on-foot to the center of the damn and over the reservoir side, we dropped the ashes and bone fragments of Mom and Dad. It was a beautiful, sunny morning. We each dropped a handful of rose petals over the ashes on the lake. Sigh. I hope their is an afterlife and such a thing as just rewards. Rest in peace.
Love to all.
Patrick, Jackie, Rick, Anna
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Ashes on the waters
Elemental
Burned of vapor
From sky the children’s hands
Sprinkling
Down
Bone and Ash in expanse of green river
backing up to the horizon
Life giving waters tamed to reservoir
Always under the sun
All the way
Their joined souls plunged
Mixing in rose petals
Filling
Her love sustained his will to divert the river
To make the dam
Ashes on the waters
Their spirits entwined with wild river
Some falling to the dark lake bed
Some rushing through energy maelstrom of the turbines
They have passed
From the headwaters all the way to the timeless sea
-Michael
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- Title: Frank M. & Rose Mary Esquer Swigart Independent Research
Author: Frank M. & Rose Mary Esquer Swigart
Media: Interview
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