

As you can see from the newspaper copy above, my maternal great grandfather, Alfred Frederick, survived having his leg amputated by a train car in an accident in Youngstown, Ohio in 1898.
Alfred was a “train man” his entire adult life, living in Salem, Columbiana County, Ohio until the mid 1890’s. Following his census reports he worked as a switchman, switch tender, flagman and brakeman. He was still employed at age 73 as a brakeman.
Sometime during the mid 1890’s he relocated his family to Esplen, McKees Rocks, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania.

No stories of Alfred were passed down. My mother, the youngest in her generation, knew nothing of him since she was only a small child when he was alive. Alfred was a blank slate except for the photos and census reports until I happened upon the newspaper article one day on the Internet.
After digesting the information and getting over my initial squeamishness at the thought of such an accident, I headed to the family photo albums. As you can see from the only pictures of Alfred taken after the accident, he does have a cane. He also has both legs. I had no idea that there were prosthetic legs back at the turn of the 20th century. I can only imagine the surgery and months of recuperation it must have taken for Alfred to get back “on his feet” again during that time period. He was very blessed to have survived such a horrific accident.


Information:
Alfred Frederick aka Nick, Fred
Son of Joseph C. Frederick and Mary Betz
Born May 1, 1836, Columbiana County, Ohio
Died February 9, 1927, place unknown
Buried: Firestone Cemetery, Columbiana, Columbiana County, Ohio
Married Lucinda B. Orr, October 22, 1868, Columbiana County, Ohio




































She is standing outside of the family’s green grocer store located at 70 Florence Street, in the Longhill section of West Hartlepool, England. Florence Street was one of three main streets in Longhill located near the steel mill. I have enlarged the area around her head to feature some of the signage on the storefront windows. About the only one I can actually read is the one for D.C.L. Yeast.



We all looked forward to our summers in Stone Harbor with much anticipation. I know that even my youngest brother can still remember those delicious ice cream cones from Springer’s and the Copper Kettle Fudge. I am really dating myself, but Springer’s was only a nickel a scoop back then and I usually had a quarter to spend. The decision was: five scoops of ice cream or five scoops of sherbet!
There were days filled with: bowling at the local alley and frosty mugs of birch beer for the kids, greasy burgers at a restaurant uptown, souvenir shopping in a store with those old fashioned hardwood floors, movies at the Harbor Theater at night (saw Psycho there and was terrified to walk back to the duplex), fishing, meals at the Harbor Light, tandem biking, water skiing, trips to Atlantic City for lobster at Hackney’s, the amusement rides south at Wildwood and of course, the ocean. 
Every decent weather day we spent from about 10:00 until mid afternoon at the ocean. We never stayed near the beach, so lugging all the equipment blocks and blocks away was a chore, but who cared…..the sand and waves were always awaiting our arrival. We cut our chops in that ocean….learning to swim, body surf and ride a raft and a board….but body surfing was my favorite…it still is! 
As an adult I never enriched my own two boy’s lives with Stone Harbor. Instead we took our one week summer vacation down in Duck, North Carolina….out on the Banks. I know that they have the same heartfelt family memories of their childhood summers in Duck as my brothers and I do of Stone Harbor. At family gatherings each of them has regaled the listeners with their ocean side adventures. Both would like to go back.