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Florence Gertrude
(Moore) Swain
July 23, 1931 – December 18, 2017
Sister Florence Gertrude Swain was born in Gadsden, AL on July 23, 1931 and lived most of her life in Alabaster and the Birmingham, AL area.
Early in her life Sister Swain worked with the Suburban League in Shelby County on voter registration and volunteered to host visiting teachers impacted by segregation during the Civil Rights Movement. She worked as a poll worker during elections in Alabaster for many years. She was a member of the Alabaster A.O.H. Church of God, and later worshipped with Faith Dimension Church.
She is survived by five children: Mrs. Sharon (James) Todd of Birmingham, AL, Mrs. Karen (Wesley) Robinson of Shalimar, FL, Mrs. Kimberly (David) Stanley II of Atlanta, GA, Mrs. Bronwyn (Kevin) Grevioux and Mr. Charles C (Tonya) Swain both of Los Angeles, CA; eleven grandchildren, nine great-grandchildren, one great-great grandchild, and a host of nieces, nephews and cousins.
Funeral Service will be held Saturday, Dec. 30, 2017 at Faith Dimension Church in Maylene, AL with burial at Liberty Cemetery in Alabaster.
Bishop Rodney Brown – Officiating.
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