Researched and compiled by Faye V Bell, SLC



            Henry (Harry) Sweeney was born in the Mid-West (most of the records show Illinois, but one has indicated Iowa as his birthplace in 1869 (1900 Federal Census records).    The Sweeneys were married by 1905 as their daughter Ella was born in Nebraska.  However, by the 1910 census, the Sweeney family lived at Spring Creek, Big Horn County, Wyoming and Ella was 5 years old.  In 1912, the Sweeney’s had a son Robert H born in Ten Sleep and in 1920 (according to the 1920 Federal Census) the Sweeney’s were living in Ten Sleep proper.  It was common knowledge (to Ten Sleep residents) in the 1930’s that the Sweeney’s lived in Ten Sleep on what is now called Second Street, but that they had holdings in the Dry Ten Sleep area north of Ten Sleep veering toward the Big Horn mountain range.   Harry’s occupation was a general farmer.  He spent weeks at a time alone in the Dry Ten Sleep region, and in 1935, he  passed away there.  His wife Ann, his daughter Ella and his son Robert (Bob) survived him plus a son-in-law, Joseph H Carrier and two grand-daughters at the time: Betty A Carrier and Harriet L Carrier.


MEMORIES:  In the early 1950’s, his widow, Ann Sweeney showed me (Faye V Bell) the paintings in her livingroom that Harry had painted.   They were good-sized oil paintings mostly of the pastoral nature. This son of the soil had artistic leanings although as far as I know, he didn’t boast about his talents and kept diligently to his farm work.  I remember in 1935 when Harry passed away that there was some concern that they would have to move his body by a horse team and hayrack to the Ten Sleep district.  It is unclear why that would be the case unless conditions were unfavorable for driving motorized vehicles on a substandard road.  About 1937, we Moses children (Millard F and Fae Moses family) were by ourselves for Thanksgiving.  Brother Bob shot a duck and bought it home for dinner, but we didn’t know how to roast it, so brother Millard M (Skilly/Scotty) took it to Mrs. Sweeney and asked her if she could cook it for us.  She did and threw in a pumpkin pie, too!  The kindness she extended to us was never forgotten.