INGOMAR - William Thomas Seward, 82, of Ingomar, departed this life from natural causes on Feb. 14, 2002, after sojourn of 82 years.
Bill was born in Ingomar on Nov. 15, 1919, the son of Robert and Edna Whitney Seward. He spent his youth and attended schools in Ingomar, graduating from Ingomar High School. Bill lived and practiced a strong work ethic and was a proud patriot, having served in the U.S. Navy during WWII. Before his time in the armed service, Bill trained for the sport of boxing and had begun a professional career in the ring in Chicago. While in Chicago, Bill met his beloved wife Martha, the mother of his children, Les and Maxine. The bombing of Pearl Harbor shortened his boxing career, and after the war, he returned to Montana.
Bill found his way back to Ingomar, where he and his parents opened the Jersey Lilly in 1949. He was best known for his years as host and proprietor of Ingomar's Jersey Lilly. Ingomar was his "hub of the Universe," and he also took much pride in being a member of the local and county school boards, and helping Ingomar gain electrical, phone and water services.
Bill loved his family very much.
He is survived by his wife Martha of Louisville, Ky.; his daughter Maxine Anderson of Billings; his son Les (Laura) Seward of Forsyth; four grandchildren, Kurt, Jeff, Lecia and Cori; one great-grandchild, Kyli Jo; three brothers, Ivan (Antoinette) Seward of Mesa, Ariz., Lynn Seward of Sparks, Nev., Cole (Wanda) Seward of Glendive; his sister Verna Ellison of Colstrip; as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He also appreciated his niece Tanya and her husband Scott Hardgrove's help over the years. Bill was preceded in death by his parents; two sisters, Evelyn Nansel and Vera Stuart; and his brother Robert Seward, Jr.
Memorial services will be held 2 p.m. Saturday, March 2, at the Jersey Lilly in Ingomar. Cremation has taken place. Beals Mortuary of Forsyth is assisting the family with these arrangements.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Mid Yellowstone Cooperative Education Fund, Box 386, Hysham, MT 59038.
Let me live out my years
in the heat of blood
Let me die drunken
with the Dreamer's wine.
Let me not live
to see this soul house
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built of mud -
Go toppling to the dirt, a vacant shrine.
Let me be like a candle
snuffed out at the heyday
of its glow.
Give me high noon, let it be night,
thus would I go.
And grant me when I face that
grisly thing on haughty cry -
to pierce the grey unknown, perhaps.
Let me be like a torn-swept fiddle string
that feels the Master's melody -