Assorted Obituaries from early Fulton County Ohio Page ... - RootsWeb

the west-bound second section of fast passenger train No.43. The: locomotive struck
the rear of the auto carrying it about 100 ft., The three were crushed and. killed while the two in
the front seat escaped death. The passenger train stopped and the crew did, what they could to help.
The dead and injured were taken to the nearby office of Dr. I. L. Coy, from which place the bodies of
the dead were removed and given over to the undertakers. The cousins had been spending Sunday
at the home of their uncle Mr. Peter Burkholder in Archbold They were on their way to
their homes when the accident *occured. Upon examination of the auto in which the three in the rear
seat met death on the crossing in Archbold, Sunday evening, it is easy to see that the three
in the rear seat were scooped out of the machine and carried along and crushed by the cylinder heads
and wheels of the locomotive while those in the in the *seas were left in the machine because the front
of the auto was stopped by the coming in contact with the shanty of the watchman.
* as written
Amos C. BURKHOLDER
Amos C., son, of Peter and Barbara Burkholder, was born January 21, 1885, near Archbold,
Ohio, and died instantly when his car was struck by a New York Central train in Archbold, Ohio
on, November 25, 1952, at the age of 67 years, 10 months and 4 days. Amos was united in
marriage to Barbara Beck June 15, 1906.Their union was blessed with three children; Wilma
Gallipolis, Ohio; LaVern of Toledo, Ohio; and Maynard, who resides on the home farm at Archbold.
His wife, two brothers. and five sisters preceded him in death. There remain to mourn; his sudden
departure, two sons; one daughter, five grandchildren and two brothers Noah of Archbold, and David
of Blue Ball, Pennsylvania. As a young man he accepted Christ as his Saviour and united with the
Mennonite Church of which he was faithfu1 member until his death. He was a loving father and
grandfather and will be greatly missed by those who knew and loved him,
What did you do when the darkness fell
And you knew that your day was done?
I raised my eyes to the Hills – the Hills
Where they have no need of the sun.
And what, when the last face wavered
and blurred And you stood in the night alone?
A loved Voice whispered, Whispered