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|Quiz #341 Results
1. Sixth and Jefferson, Dayton, OH
2. About March 28, 1913
3. Union Station
|Answers to Quiz #341
January 29, 2012
|1. Near what intersection was this taken in what city?
2. What is the earliest date the photo could have been taken?
3. What tower is in the background?
|Started off searching google images for "dead horses".. Most were
from SF 1906 earthquake. I thought the wall at the end of the street
looked like a prison. So I tried "prison towers". I got the image with
the location and a handwritten note about 1765 or 1965 (lousy hand
writing) horses turned into fertilizer. [Never able to repeat that find.
Can find through the browser's history though.]
The picture's home page also mentioned Dayton's March 25, 1913
flood. Searching google's images for "sixth and jefferson" gave an
image, minus the fertilizer writing, that also identified the Union
Station and Walter E Barthelemy auto and bicycle repairing. The
information I found on the flood talked of the flood, not drying out. I
did find the rain stopped March 28. I also found a damage picture of
a wrecked streetcar that had "flood March 25 and 26" written on
Earliest 'date could have been" was after rain had stopped and
evaporated off the street. Hence my answer of March 28 or 29. The
Dayton Metro Library Local History photos on flicker.com shows the
great distruction and weird object placement of the flood. I also
discovered that a lot of people were stranded in the Union Station
with out food for two days. Not a good time to be in Dayton, Ohio.
P.S. While doing my original searches for the image I had googled
"auto & bicycle repairing", what I thought the building sign said.
Google found nothing. Yesterday, googling from memory I entered
"auto and bicycle repairing" and the image came right up. One had to
search the sign's interpretation rather than the sign. Extra step of
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|This excerpt from the diary of Margaret Smell is from March of
1913 during her visit to Dayton, Ohio. In the diary she
chronicles her eye witness account of the Dayton Flood and the
aftermath of the flood.
March 20, 1913, Thursday
Harve an myself take our memorable, never to be forgotten trip to
Dayton, Ohio only thinking to spend a pleasant visit with Mable and
Walter when the following Tuesday morning March 25th the terrible
flood came which placed not only ourselves and them but thousands
of others in such a deplorable condition and many, many lost their
lives. The number will no doubt ever be estimated. Oh! the horror of
that awful time will never be obliterated from our minds.
Tuesday morning between 5 and 6 o’clock we were awakened from
our slumbers by the shrieking of whistles, the like of which we never
heard. Before we could dress ourselves and reach the window the
flood of water came rushing down the street. Every moment gaining
power and drawing nearer. We soon escaped to the second story of
|Forest Avenue on the Levee
26th March 1913
|Wrecked Street Cars
|5th & Ludlow Streets
|Park Presbyterian Church
28th March 1913
|Jefferson Street looking West
27th March 1913
|Jefferson Street looking West
27th March, 1913
|When we escaped we found there were 23 of our party that escaped
to the attic. And now the darkness of night came upon us and the
crucial water drawing nearer and nearer. We sought our hard bunks
being the only thing we could do, as we dare not strike a match or
have a bit of light, except a flashlight, on account of escaping gas and
fear of explosion which really were occurring not far from us. But
alas, we did not seek our bunks expecting to sleep and rest, but rather
to bear the horrible strain of perhaps our fatal doom, as best we
could, and to listen to the heart rending cries for help – help of many
others, near us – but not so fortunate as we were, then we heard
them franticly chopping through the roofs there seeking safety on the
roofs, facing a cold pitiless rain but many houses were swept from
their foundations carrying their human frate with them down through
the cold waters of death without a days warning to meet their God.
Oh! what a sad, sad sight met our eyes on Wednesday morning when
daylight appeared with the mad water almost touching the floor of the
second story of the house we were lodged in, with all kinds of
furniture floating down the street, pianos included. Towards noon
relief parties came by boat to rescue those in perilous positions, and
bringing food to the rest of us we were seeking safety in the attics
|by the deep water and what a problem it must of been to immediately
procure cooked food sufficient to feed thousands of people. But
thanks be to God and to the great and noble Mr. Patterson and
numbers of other unselfish blessed ones who so nobly responded to
the aid of the suffering people until outside aid from other cities could
come with their generous donations.
Oh! the loving noble work of people many, many miles away who
had heard of the desperate conditions the people were subjected to in
all the flooded districts. Now we know they worked with might and
main so valiantly to reach us with necessities of life after the terrible
raging waters had subsided so that boats could not float and with the
thousands of horses drowned. We wondered how aid could be
brought but were not long kept in suspense when large express
wagons with large stout horses driven by larger hearted drivers
through the mud and slush they came to our aid with well filled
baskets of ready prepared provisions, good homemade sandwiches,
boiled potatoes and eggs, cookies and apples. Each basket containing
bottles of fresh water which was highly appreciated. Oh! how our
hearts did turn to the bountiful giver of all good, who touched and
tendered the hearts of so many dear people to work so valiantly and
tirelessly to send food and aid to the suffering many.
Friday our little party returned to the second story of the Curtis home
|Additional Photographs of the Flood
|Dayton Dead Horse picture with address showing.
"Looking west on Sixth from Jefferson"
|Walter L. Barthelemy
Auto & Bicycle Repairing
Walter Barthelemy and Family
41 Faulkner Ave., Dayton, OH
|Faulker Ave., Dayton, OH
Street has been renumbered - specific location of
Walter L. Barthelemy's house is unknown. Faulker is only one block long.
|Diesel Cab Ride
Approaching Dayton Union Station from the east. Leslie A. Fisher Photo
|Great Dayton Flood of March 1913
|Refugees on a Levee
|Life Savers at Rescue Work
|Life Line Rescuers
|Fifth St. West from Main St.
|North Main St. from the Court House
|South Ludlow St.
|W. 2nd St.
|Main St. n. of 4th
|the house carrying all the available articles,
especially the eatable things we could carry
with us. The dark, mudy water grew
higher and higher as the day advanced. Ere
night came we were privileged to seek
further safety by a temporary bridge from
window to window built of door shutters
to a more substantial house with an attic.
|around. As the water had now reached its
highest point in the memorable morning of
March 26th at one o’clock AM and was
now at a standstill. For many hours our
food was handed to us from boats through
the windows of the second stories. Never
shall we forget the brave heroic efforts on
the part of the more fortunate ones to get
food and sustenance to those imprisoned
|Looking West at
|where we remained until Saturday
morning when we were rescued to
warmth and safety by Mr. Guinn, and
Oh! what a haven of rest. To stand on
firm ground once more, to see the sweet
grass growing, to enjoy the hospitality of
friends, the warmth and comfort of a
beautiful home, to seat ourselves at table
spread with good warm food. Especially
|the hot fragrant coffee. How our hearts did turn to the giver of all
good that he was pleased to deliver us from a watery grave and from
the awful conflagration of the fire fiend. Oh! the terrible disaster that
we have passed through. May it work in us and others likewise saved
to a good purpose and bring us closer to God.
Sunday, March the 30
We take our departure from that doomed city and start for Muncie.
Travel is both difficult and dangerous on account of the high waters
and washed out bridges so we do not travel direct but go by way of
Richmond over the Pennsylvania road. We are delayed at Richmond
being Sunday the regular trains are not running but the kindness,
friendship and tender sympathy which we found with the good
people of the city of Richmond we shall never forget. We found the
Depo draped in mourning from top to bottom for the poor
unfortunate drowned ones. The ladies told us how earnestly and
faithfully they worked to get us provisions to keep up our strength
and sustain life to the sufferer’s. God will abundantly bless them for
their generosity and kindness of heart, but we firmly trust they may
never be forced to pass through the terrible ordeal as we did the
awful Dayton flood disaster.
Now the good people finding out the stress we were in made up a
special train to convey us to Anderson over the panhandle road.
There we caught the regular evening train to Muncie where we were
received by glad happy hearts and open arms of our dear children.
This is just our own personal experience, briefly told of the Dayton
flood of March 1913. But what of the terrors and suffering of
thousands of others far less fortunate then we were. to say nothing
of the awful terror suffered by those who lost their lives in the flood.
After a week’s recuperation and rest we started out to visit relatives
and friends. By so doing spent a very pleasant time there.
Saturday, April 26 we returned to our Michigan home.
|See newsreel of
1913 Great Dayton Flood