Loving daughter of Paul Larsson Schwartz
Hilda Henrietta Luzetta Kriewald Schwartz

Beloved sister to Lt. Paul LeRoy Schwartz – (Deceased) March 1944 Missing in Action over the
Mediterranean in March of 1944
Douglas M. Schwartz USAF Lt. Col. Retired 1976 married to Leslie.

Loving mother of Linda Beeson and her children Justin, Jessica, Nolan, Douglas, Hannah,
Audrey and William
Cheryl Pinson married to David and their children Rachel and Joshua
Amy Hemenway married to Richard and their sons Robert, Johnathan, Matthew
and Daniel.
Bill McCracken married to Bridget and their son Sean
And Great Grandmother of Dylan Ray son of Jessica

Rita was married on Dec. 22nd 1956 to Homer William McCracken who passed
away Aug 3rd 1983. They were married 27 years.

Rita was born in Hammond Indiana. The family moved to St. Louis in 1942.
She Raised her family in Florissant. She spent 10 years in Waterloo Il. and
her last home was in Maplewood.
The Family lived in Normandy and attended Nelson Presbyterian Church under
the Ministry of Rev. Steinmeyer. This is where the family grew in their
faith and love for the Lord. Rita had read the Bible later in life from
cover to cover several times and enjoyed a healthy conversation on theology.

Education/Degrees: Graduated from Normandy High School. She completed her
Bachelors Degree in Education from Southeast Missouri State. Her Masters
from University of Missouri St. Louis.
Rita also taught at Normandy where she met Homer.
Near the end of her career she applied to teach at Wuhan Hubei University in
China. She received an assignment and taught for one year English as a
second language.

The joy of Rita’s life was sharing stories and teaching. She loved reading
and writing.
Most of her teaching career was spent at Riverview Gardens. Rita loved her
time with friends and family. She made more friends than most and would
share a conversation with people wherever she went. Rita’s Zest and
Carefree attitude allowed her to enjoy life to the fullest.

CROSSING THE BAR

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.