In spite of the valiant efforts of the physicans of the Sisters'
Hospital at Prescott, Frank McCrea, the lineman who was severely
scalded in an accident on the Santa Fe Road near Iron Springs,
Tuesday died at three a.m. yesterday.
McCrea was the second victim of the accident, Fireman Wolfe
having died just four hours before him. He was riding on the
engine at the time of the explosion looking out for trouble
with the wires. With Fireman Wolfe and Engineer Roose who
was not so badly injured, he was taken to Prescott by a relief
train.
His brother Arthur E. McCrea, went up from Phoneix yesterday
to bring back the body. His mother, Mrs. J.M. Patterson,
lives at 141 North Twelfth Avenue, Phoenix and he has a brother
and a sister in Los Angeles, both of whom are now on their way
to Phoenix. McCrea lived with his young wife in Prescott and
just two months ago lost their young child.
The funeral will be held in Prescott Friday under the direction
of the railroad men. The body will then be brought here for
interment next Sunday.
McCrea Funeral
August 22, 1909
The funeral services over the remains of Frank McCrea,
the lineman, who was one of the fated ones in the recent
Iron Springs Railway disaster were held yesterday afternoon
at 4pm at Merriman Parlors. A large number of relatives
were present including, A.E. McCrea of Prescott, R. Dickson
Jr. of Parker, Mrs. R. Dickson of Hempstead, Texas and Mrs.
Geneva Dickson.
MCDONALD (Child)
Feb. 13, 1909
On Thursday evening the little son of Mr. and Mrs. George
McDonald passed away at the home of its parents on Second
Street from convulsions.
The little fellow contracted a deep cold several days ago, and
this malady later developed into spinal meningitis from which
he survived only a short time.
The child was a very bright and attractive little boy of one
year and his sudden death is a severe blow to his parents. This
is particularly sad because of their having lost a small child
two years since which suffered from a somewhat similar malady.
The funeral was held from the house at 10 o'clock this morning,
Bishop Horne presiding over the sad rites. The services were
attended by many friends of the family and the remains were
laid to rest in the Mesa Cemetery.
JOHN MADDOX
June 26, 1909
John Maddox, a well known and highly respected citizen of
Phoenix, died yesterday afternoon at 1:30 o'clock at his home,
606 South Fifth Avenue. Death was the result of paralysis, of
which he has suffered for a year or so, though the disease came
upon him gradually and not in the form of a sudden stroke. For
the last year he has been practically beyond ability to work at
all, first one limb and then another passing from his control
until finally for some months past he has been practically bed
ridden.
The funeral will be held Sunday afternoon at 4:30 o'clock in
the parlors of Easterling and Whitney.
John Maddox was born in LaGrange Georgia, Oct. 3, 1846. He
served three years in the Confederate Army as a member of the
Seventh Louisiana Cavalry. After the war he moved to Fort
Worth, Texas and later to Santa Barbara, Cal. where he lived
for two years. He moved to Phoenix with his family from
California about 1889 and for many years was engaged in
teaming contracting for hauling and teaming in Phoenix and
vicinity. His later years were devoted exclusively to mining,
and at the time of his death he owned properties in the south
end of the White Tank Mountains that have been only partially
developed and which are believed to be of great mineral value.
Deceased is survived by his wife, a son and three daughters.
The son is Clifford Maddox, who is in the employ of the
railroad at Tempe and who was at his father's bedside in
his last hours. The daughters are Mrs. William Evans, Mrs.
Claude Cisney and Mrs. O.E. Bellas, all residents of this city.
LIZZIE MAIER
May 28, 1909
One of the most appalling accidents that has happened in this
vicinity was that of Wednesday evening when Lizzie, the thirteen
year old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Maier, while lighting a
fire with kerosene, resulting in an explosion, sustained injuries
which caused her death yesterday morning between 2 and 3 o'clock
at the home of her aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Lou Trimble. Her
father was terribly burned about the hands and forearms in trying
to save his daughter's life and he was suffering greatly yesterday
as a result.
According to the best evidence obtainable, it appears that Lizzie,
who would have been thirteen in October and her sister, Louella,
a few years younger, had just arrived at their home which is five
miles northeast of town, after a day spent at school when the
awful tragedy happened. The family had eaten supper when the
girls arrived and the mother told her oldest daughter, Lizzie,
that there was some fresh meat in the kitchen which she might
prepare if she cared for anything in addition to what was
already on the table. This the girl started to do, but
discovered that the fire had died down and refused to start
with kindling. In order to hurry matters along, the girl
picked up the kerosene can which was made of glass and started
to pour a portion of its contents on the ashes when the can
exploded. The father, who was seated in the next room
immediately came to the rescue, and throwing a quilt around
his daughter's body carried her out of doors and returned to
put out the flames in the house which had already begun to
threaten the building.
The father, in brushing the flames from the girl's clothing
received most serious burns. As soon as possible the suffering
child and her father were brought to town arriving here about
8 o'clock and taken to the office of Dr. Palmer. Dr. Drane was
also called in and both worked for hours in a vain attempt to
save her life. At 10 o'clock she was taken to the home of Lou
Trimble.
The family is greatly bereaved at the awful shock and can hardly
realize that such a tragedy has happened in their home.
The funeral was yesterday at the M.E. church with burial in Mesa
Cemetery. The pall bearers, classmates of the dead girl were:
Beatrice Mets, Pauline Gibbons, Hester Ruse, Drusilla Otterson,
Jessie Robertson and Martha Sanford.
MICHAEL MALONEY
June 18, 1909
Michael Maloney, a well known mining man of Tucson, connected
with the Oro Blanca mine, was recently overcome by a dip in the
surf at Santa Monica and died on the beach before help could
carry him to his quarters. Mr. Maloney had been considered a
lavish spender and very little of his large fortune has been
left.
WILLIAM MARSHALL
January 20, 1909
William Marshall died yesterday morning at his home, No. 202
North Seventh Avenue of rheumatism and heart trouble. He is
survived by a wife and three children. The family came here
from Chicago five or six years ago. Mr. Marshall having been
employed by the Dorris-Heyman Company for the last five years.
He was well known in the community and well liked by all who
knew him. The funeral will be held this afternoon at 3 o'clock
in the parlors of Easterling and Whitney.
DAN MARTIN
August 29, 1909
Dan Martin, an old resident of the valley, was killed by
lightning late yesterday evening at the ranch of James Gilson,
sixteen miles southwest of the city, where Martin had lived for
more than a score of years. Martin and Gilson were hauling hay
when the storm broke. The first flash of lightning was the
fatal one. Martin was instantly killed and Gilson was so
shocked that it was at first thought he was dead. He
subsequently recovered consciousness but when a telephone
message was sent to the sheriff's office conveying information
of the death of Martin, Gilson was still in a bad way and
arrangements were being made to send him to Phoenix.
Moore and McLellan last night sent down for the body of Martin
on which an inquest will be held today.
Within the memory of the oldest white inhabitant and the
Indians say they have never heard of any other, this is the
second death from lightning in this valley. The earlier
victim was a stranger who was killed a few miles south of
Tempe a couple of months ago.
Martin was about eighty years of age and had lived in the
valley from almost the earliest times. It is not known
whether he has any relatives anywhere. He was an old
plainsman and a friend and companion of Buffalo Bill.
There are thousands of old men living in the west who
have preferred claims to having served as a scout with
Colonel Cody, but Martin was one of the genuine companions
of the famous scout. When his show was here last time,
Martin called on Colonel Cody and was recognized with an
effusiveness which was touching. Cody wanted Martin to
travel with him, promising to take him to Europe. The
old man's days of wandering had passed and he declined to
go. When they parted Cody embraced Martin and bystanders
said ther was more than a suspicion of tears in Buffalo
Bill's eyes.
