August Auwärter^{[1, 2]}

1885 - 1982  (96 years)

• Name	August Auwärter
  Born	17 Nov 1885
  Buried	1982	East Lawn Memorial Park, Sacramento, Sacramento, California, United States
  Died	21 Oct 1982	Carmichael, Sacramento, California, United States
  Gender	Male
  SSN	553-09-4930
  Person ID	I617	tree1 | Hucke of Yolo County, California
  Last Modified	22 Oct 2011

  
  

  Father	John Auwärter,   b. 29 Jul 1859, Baden-Württemberg, Deutschland ,   d. 22 Nov 1956, Sacramento, Sacramento, California, United States  (Age 97 years)
  Mother	Sophie Elisabeth Hucke,   b. 1 Jul 1863, Zimmersrode, Schwalm-Eder, Hessen, Deutschland ,   d. 10 Oct 1933, Monterey, California, United States  (Age 70 years)
  Family ID	F219	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	Julia Burks  (Age ~ 0 years)
  Last Modified	22 Oct 2011
  Family ID	F268	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

• Sources

  [S22] Obituary - Various. Auwärter, August U. in Carmichael October 21, 1982. Beloved husband of the late Julia (Burks) Auwärter. Loving father of Gladys Pendergast of Carmichael and Libby Bava of Sacramento. Loved brother of Elsa Dildine of Oroville. Also survived by 6 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren. A native of Woodland. Aged 96 years. Friends are welcome at the N. G. Culjis & Son Chapel of the Valley, 1525 Alhambra Blvd. and are invited to attend the funeral Monday at 11 am. Interment East Lawn Cemetery. Memorials to the charity of your choice [S76] Research of Sue Zeni and Tricia Hunstock. FROM LAVENA, My father was a special person to me. When he was a young man, my grandfather had him take the sheep up in the mountains. He spent many days there by himself and the sheep. He told us that at night he would put a large rope around his sleeping area so that the snakes could not get to him. My dad worked hard but was not loquacious. I can remember when in my teens, I would sit on the arm of his chair and twirl his hair. My mother and sister felt that he was partial to me. However, he did not show it.The rest of the family did not show him affection openly. In my day people we knew did not show affection. When the girl I called my sister passed away, I knew that my dad would take it hard but not show it. When we walked to the funeral parlor, I took his hand to comfort both of us. http://web.me.com/echs1968/Auwarter_Website/August.html