THE FLAGLER TRIBUNE
Bunnell, Florida
Thursday, December 27, 1934

 

Jacob Baumann, 65-year-old truck farmer of Black Point section, was found dead in bed at his home Sunday afternoon by Joe Stanish, who had gone to visit Baumann.

Nearby neighbors said that they had observed a light in the house Saturday night but it is believed the man died late Friday night or early Saturday morning from heart disease.

Baumann came to the United States from Switzerland when a boy, living first in New York state, coming to Flagler county in 1912.

So far as could be learned the only survivor is a sister, Mrs. Emma Schramm of Irvington, N. J.

The body was prepared for burial by Carl Davis, undertaker, of Palatka and was buried in a cemetery in that city Monday afternoon.

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THE FLAGLER TRIBUNE
Bunnell, Florida
Thursday, December 27 1934

The passage of Jacob Baumann, familiarly known as "Jake", was calmer, more serene. In the lone watches of the night neighbors saw a light through his little window. They had seen this light before, therefore had no thought that it was sending out the last rays that he would ever see in his little home.

Jake was one of the pioneer colonists when the settlement of Bunnell was in its infancy. He had left his sunny mountains of Switzerland and to come to America. From the frozen region in which he settled he turned to the gentle zephyrs of Florida. He build his little house, cleared and fenced his little field, erected the outer houses and with his mule, pigs and chickens settled down to a life for which he had longed since the days of his boyhood. .

During his checkered career he had seen good and bad years and when the recent cold wave had laid waste his pretty crops he came in for additional seed which he smilingly said he would replant. He was well versed in Masonry and kept his membership in the City of New York. Jake was my friend and I was his. When he needed money I loaned it to him, and when I needed it he returned it with interest.

In the musty realms of literature I crossed the trail of the old Napoleon to whom all Europe, at intervals of time, most humbly bowed. But I would prefer leading the life of Jacob Baumann; and from the darkened walls of a little house, with only the domestic animals as my neighbors, gone out into the eternal realm than to have passed from the lonely rocks of St. Helena, been buried with military honors and at last lain beneath a sarcophagus of rare and costly marble.

FRANK L. BYRD.