John Albert Swann

Albert was born on July 4, 1929, to his parents, James and Maggie Swann. Albert leaves to cherish his memory his wife, Vivian (Ona), of 30 years; his daughters, Ann P., Gloria T., and Veronica F.; his son, David Swann; his sister, Naomi P. (Alvin); his brother, Bernard George (Vivian); one uncle, Sidney; four aunts, Dorothy, Geraldine, Hilda, and Theresa; 15 grandchildren; and a host of loving relatives and friends.

Albert lived his life learning from his parents and his 14 brothers and sisters.

Albert’s life began with a strong bond with Ona’s family and his stepson, Michael, as well as his brothers, Kenneth, Rozier, Milner Sr., and Arve Milner, alongside his sisters, Nadine Lango and Anna Milner Stroman.

Albert enjoyed outdoor life. He loved agriculture, working on a farm, caring for animals, and gardening—helping out in any way he could. He loved staying busy. Albert enjoyed family gatherings, cookouts, parties, picnics, fishing, and working on cars.

Albert was an Elder of the Piscataway Conoy Tribe and served faithfully until the day he was called home. Throughout his life, there was never talk of careers or income; he worked simply knowing he had to provide for his family. On Sunday mornings, Albert looked forward to church services, helping during and after service, never complaining.

Albert loved home-cooked food. He was not fond of dining out and always knew when it was time for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He lived his life embracing the values of the “good old days” and would often remind his family how much he loved them, always saying, “I love you all.”

In his later days, Albert was no longer able to do everything for himself and depended on the loving support of his stepson, Michael. His final days were filled with rest and reflection. You could see in his face not worry, but peace—he was ready to go home. Albert prepared himself, even sharing what he wished to wear just weeks before, which served as an eye-opener for his children.

The family rushed to his side. when Ona called to say he was no longer breathing. In that moment, they knew he had been called home—knowing, too, that he did not give up.