Showing posts with label tragedies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tragedies. Show all posts

Friday, September 21, 2007

The Forgotten Fire

The deadliest fire in United States history started on October 8, 1871, but it wasn't started by Mrs. O'Leary's cow. The same evening that Chicago began burning, the town of Peshtigo, Wisconsin, burned flat in ninety minutes.

In the aftermath of the disaster, news of a great fire in the Midwest was splashed in headlines across the nation. Tragically, none of the stories concerned Peshtigo: all attention was focused on one of the region's larger settlements, Chicago, which had suffered its own terrible blaze the same day- killing around 250. More than 1,200 souls had perished in the Peshtigo Fire, although the true total will never be known due to the town records being destroyed in the blaze. [Link via Neatorama]
Genealogist Deana C. Hipke is attempting to compile a master list of Peshtigo fire victims on her website.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Genealogists' Memories Still Fresh

A few genealogists have shared where they were five years ago today. Arlene Eakle was at the Dallas Public Library.

The morning of September 11th, we arrived at the library at 8:30 am so we could be ready to research as soon as the Genealogy Section opened. We selected seats near the book stacks. We selected the first of more than 300 printed volumes we searched that day.

A few minutes later, we were deeply into our research when Lloyd Bockstruck, the Genealogy Librarian, excitedly beckoned to us. We went to see what was up. He had brought a small screen television into his office and the entire genealogy staff were gathered around it. We watched in shock as the news played and replayed the 1st airplane smashing into the World Trade Center, each commentator speculating on why such a horrible mistake could have happened. [Link]
Nancy Menton-Lyons was in Dublin researching her Irish roots when she heard the news.
On September 11, I was researching in the Library and broke for lunch. I crossed the street to Boswells’ pub and saw the television screen with the burning buildings! I thought at first it was part of Ireland’s internal struggles!

The local Irish didn’t know I was an American until I asked what had happened with my obvious American accent.

In that moment I went from being one of many of them, to being one lone American. My feelings were of disbelief, horror, isolation, and fear for my family, my country, and the world. [Link]
Ed and Annabelle Jenkins were in Washington, D. C., when the Pentagon was hit.
“We were in the National Archives when I started noticing people getting up and leaving and I mentioned to Ed what was going on and he said 'Annabelle, you're in Washington, D.C. This is a big city.' I went to get a tape and I heard these two women talking and one said 'did you hear that two planes hit the twin towers in New York City?' and the other woman said 'That can't be true.' We went to get on an elevator and this woman came off and she was crying and she told the security guard a plane had hit the Pentagon and we went back into the room where we had been and there were all these pagers going off.” [Link]
And Harold F. Goodwin had just arrived at the University of New Brunswick in Fredericton.
After parking, I started to walk to join the ladies. There were two men in a parked car listening to a radio. They must have seen my Maine plates. One said, "Too bad about New York."

I said, "What do you mean?"

"Two planes crashed into two skyscrapers in the city."

"Sure, sure," was my reply.

"Listen."

Needless to say we got very little research done. [Link]

Her Father, the Hero

Kimberly Powell spotted this fascinating story of a Minnesota woman whose search for her birth parents led to United Airlines Flight 93. Mariah Mills found out in 2004 that Tom Burnett was her biological father. Her adoptive mother was the first to read the birth certificate.

Cathy didn't know what to do with the information she held in her hand. She called her husband at work and told him the name. He recognized it right away. And they both remembered what Mariah had said on 9/11: "I think one of my parents is dead."

Of course, they had reassured her then that the chances were "one in millions." Most of those killed lived on the East and West coasts, they had said.

Walter Mills shakes his head in disbelief as he recollects Mariah's words on 9/11.

"That — what's the word? Premonition? Yes, premonition. That's nothing science could ever explain." [Link]

Friday, June 10, 2005

Devoted Father Dies at Son's Grave

From The Arizona Republic:

Father's devotion to dead son leads to own death at gravesite

Connie Cone Sexton
The Arizona Republic
Jun. 7, 2005 12:00 AM

Dark clouds were building in the Tucson sky as Joseph Cooper closed his tailor shop for the day. He was intent on making one last stop before heading home and may not have heard the beginning rumblings of the thunderstorm as he drove down Grant Street.

As with every Saturday after work, Joseph, 70, was going to the place that gave him peace of mind, where he could lose himself in the past and pour out his heart. He turned into the East Lawn Palms Mortuary & Cemetery and followed the road's familiar curve, stopping at the grave of his thirdborn son.

[snip]

He was heading to his place of solace. There was no way to know it would be the place where he would lose his life. It was after 5 p.m., and storm clouds were moving across the cemetery. Joseph was standing beneath the tree where Oscar was buried, and it was there that a bolt of lightning came out of the sky, through the tree and into Joseph.

[snip]

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