age 43y
Lot owner: Ella Barry
Ran in the Minneapolis Journal, July 27, 1904, page 7, 3rd column
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Contributor: leslie
Note: He is listed as interred in this cemetery from a published list of burials, which also listed his age and the plot owner.
Full transcription of Edward E Barry's obituary
from the Minneapolis Journal. Edward Barry is my Great Great Uncle -Virginia L Barry
OBITUARY OF EDWARD BARRY, MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL, JULY 27, 1904, p. 7 (transcribed from OCR by Laurence Overmire, Oct 4, 2017):
HONORED DEATH COMES TO HEROIC ENGINEER EDWARD BARRY
RESCUED HUNDREDS FROM HINCKLEY FIRE
His Train Was There on That Tragic Day in September, 1894, and His Heroic Determination Enabled Hundreds to Ride to Safety.
Edward E. Barry, one of the prominent heroes of the Hinckley forest fire of 1894, in which 418 lives were lost, died yesterday in St. Joseph's hospital, St. Paul, of heart disease. It was Barry who, as engineer, coupled his locomotive to the freight and passenger cars in Hinckley, just as the fire struck the town, and driving the engine backward through the burning forest, over flaming bridges and warping rails, earned to safety more than 500 refugees from the district being ravished by the fire which raged with tornado-like fury, unquenchable. Leaving West Superior on the morning of that tragic Sept. 1, Barry ward (?) toward the heavy dark cloud which hung over the horizon, rising higher and higher as the day advanced. Into this cloud he went and altho [sic] he felt the smart of the eyes in the smoke and was choked by it, he drove the locomotive on to Hinckley. He could not go farther. On the sidetrack was a passenger train which had come from the opposite direction, and the crew told that the bridges [had] been wiped out by the fire. Hundreds of persons, foreseeing the doom of the town, sought refuge in the two trains, hoping they would be pulled out of the fire zone. They filled the passenger coaches and then crowded into the freight cars like cattle. The pall over Hinckley was disspelled by a sudden blinding light. The fire was upon the town, licking up the small buildings omnivorously, irresistibly.
The Race with Death.
The six passenger coaches were coupled to the freight cars, but there was no means of turning Barry's engine, which was coupled head-on to the train. Barry besought the conductor to give the word to back the train. But the conductor hesitated. There were no orders, and he did not wish to proceed without them. Barry fell on his knees and begged that he might take the responsibility in his own hands. Still the other man hesitated. At that moment word came that the bridge over the Sandstone river was burning. Delay meant death. Barry sprang into the cab and the conductor shouted to go ahead. The train pulled slowly out and just then the depot and freight yards burst into flames. When the train dashed over the Sandstone bridge, from which the flames rose and licked about the cars, Barry noticed that there was a group of people signaling for succor. Barry feared stopping might cut off the escape cogitated a moment and then blew for brakes, at the same time reversing the engine.
A Rescue En Route.
The train stopped. The unfortunates piled aboard, and the train went on again, thru the blinding smoke, so thick that the engineer could not see a yard beyond the tender in front. The cinders and burning brands curled about the inside of the engine. The engineer's face was blistered, his eyes closed with the pain. But on he went with his load of 500 lives, altho [sic] the fact that the engine was running backward left no protection to the engineer in the cab from the heat and smoke. Out of the fire zone, Barry stopped engine, stumbled to the ground and for twenty minutes bathed his face in water which a hundred grateful persons tried to pump for him. He took the train on into Duluth and was lionized. The state commission appointed to investigate the fire and distribute relief, wrote an appreciation of his heroism in their report and gave him a gold medal. Barry's home was in Superior. About a year ago he began to suffer from heart disease, but the malady did not become critical until four days before death was stopping at 472 Jackson street, St. Paul, when he became ill and was removed to the hospital. He was well known by railroad men in the twin cities and along the Eastern Minnesota, was with the Northern for many years, and was one of their most trusted engineers. He was 46 years old and is survived by his widow. The body will be shipped to Northeast, Erie county, Pa for interment.
Lot owner: Ella Barry
Ran in the Minneapolis Journal, July 27, 1904, page 7, 3rd column
https://newspapers.mnhs.org/jsp/viewer.jsp?doc_id=mnhi0031%2F1DFY7Q5A%2F04072701&query1=&recoffset=0&collection_filter=All&collection_name=4b0d4236-188b-40ad-be89-7fd727b9dc91&sort_col=relevance&cnt=3&CurSearchNum=2&recOffset=0
Contributor: leslie
Note: He is listed as interred in this cemetery from a published list of burials, which also listed his age and the plot owner.
Full transcription of Edward E Barry's obituary
from the Minneapolis Journal. Edward Barry is my Great Great Uncle -Virginia L Barry
OBITUARY OF EDWARD BARRY, MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL, JULY 27, 1904, p. 7 (transcribed from OCR by Laurence Overmire, Oct 4, 2017):
HONORED DEATH COMES TO HEROIC ENGINEER EDWARD BARRY
RESCUED HUNDREDS FROM HINCKLEY FIRE
His Train Was There on That Tragic Day in September, 1894, and His Heroic Determination Enabled Hundreds to Ride to Safety.
Edward E. Barry, one of the prominent heroes of the Hinckley forest fire of 1894, in which 418 lives were lost, died yesterday in St. Joseph's hospital, St. Paul, of heart disease. It was Barry who, as engineer, coupled his locomotive to the freight and passenger cars in Hinckley, just as the fire struck the town, and driving the engine backward through the burning forest, over flaming bridges and warping rails, earned to safety more than 500 refugees from the district being ravished by the fire which raged with tornado-like fury, unquenchable. Leaving West Superior on the morning of that tragic Sept. 1, Barry ward (?) toward the heavy dark cloud which hung over the horizon, rising higher and higher as the day advanced. Into this cloud he went and altho [sic] he felt the smart of the eyes in the smoke and was choked by it, he drove the locomotive on to Hinckley. He could not go farther. On the sidetrack was a passenger train which had come from the opposite direction, and the crew told that the bridges [had] been wiped out by the fire. Hundreds of persons, foreseeing the doom of the town, sought refuge in the two trains, hoping they would be pulled out of the fire zone. They filled the passenger coaches and then crowded into the freight cars like cattle. The pall over Hinckley was disspelled by a sudden blinding light. The fire was upon the town, licking up the small buildings omnivorously, irresistibly.
The Race with Death.
The six passenger coaches were coupled to the freight cars, but there was no means of turning Barry's engine, which was coupled head-on to the train. Barry besought the conductor to give the word to back the train. But the conductor hesitated. There were no orders, and he did not wish to proceed without them. Barry fell on his knees and begged that he might take the responsibility in his own hands. Still the other man hesitated. At that moment word came that the bridge over the Sandstone river was burning. Delay meant death. Barry sprang into the cab and the conductor shouted to go ahead. The train pulled slowly out and just then the depot and freight yards burst into flames. When the train dashed over the Sandstone bridge, from which the flames rose and licked about the cars, Barry noticed that there was a group of people signaling for succor. Barry feared stopping might cut off the escape cogitated a moment and then blew for brakes, at the same time reversing the engine.
A Rescue En Route.
The train stopped. The unfortunates piled aboard, and the train went on again, thru the blinding smoke, so thick that the engineer could not see a yard beyond the tender in front. The cinders and burning brands curled about the inside of the engine. The engineer's face was blistered, his eyes closed with the pain. But on he went with his load of 500 lives, altho [sic] the fact that the engine was running backward left no protection to the engineer in the cab from the heat and smoke. Out of the fire zone, Barry stopped engine, stumbled to the ground and for twenty minutes bathed his face in water which a hundred grateful persons tried to pump for him. He took the train on into Duluth and was lionized. The state commission appointed to investigate the fire and distribute relief, wrote an appreciation of his heroism in their report and gave him a gold medal. Barry's home was in Superior. About a year ago he began to suffer from heart disease, but the malady did not become critical until four days before death was stopping at 472 Jackson street, St. Paul, when he became ill and was removed to the hospital. He was well known by railroad men in the twin cities and along the Eastern Minnesota, was with the Northern for many years, and was one of their most trusted engineers. He was 46 years old and is survived by his widow. The body will be shipped to Northeast, Erie county, Pa for interment.
age 43y
Lot owner: Ella Barry
Ran in the Minneapolis Journal, July 27, 1904, page 7, 3rd column
https://newspapers.mnhs.org/jsp/viewer.jsp?doc_id=mnhi0031%2F1DFY7Q5A%2F04072701&query1=&recoffset=0&collection_filter=All&collection_name=4b0d4236-188b-40ad-be89-7fd727b9dc91&sort_col=relevance&cnt=3&CurSearchNum=2&recOffset=0
Contributor: leslie
Note: He is listed as interred in this cemetery from a published list of burials, which also listed his age and the plot owner.
Full transcription of Edward E Barry's obituary
from the Minneapolis Journal. Edward Barry is my Great Great Uncle -Virginia L Barry
OBITUARY OF EDWARD BARRY, MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL, JULY 27, 1904, p. 7 (transcribed from OCR by Laurence Overmire, Oct 4, 2017):
HONORED DEATH COMES TO HEROIC ENGINEER EDWARD BARRY
RESCUED HUNDREDS FROM HINCKLEY FIRE
His Train Was There on That Tragic Day in September, 1894, and His Heroic Determination Enabled Hundreds to Ride to Safety.
Edward E. Barry, one of the prominent heroes of the Hinckley forest fire of 1894, in which 418 lives were lost, died yesterday in St. Joseph's hospital, St. Paul, of heart disease. It was Barry who, as engineer, coupled his locomotive to the freight and passenger cars in Hinckley, just as the fire struck the town, and driving the engine backward through the burning forest, over flaming bridges and warping rails, earned to safety more than 500 refugees from the district being ravished by the fire which raged with tornado-like fury, unquenchable. Leaving West Superior on the morning of that tragic Sept. 1, Barry ward (?) toward the heavy dark cloud which hung over the horizon, rising higher and higher as the day advanced. Into this cloud he went and altho [sic] he felt the smart of the eyes in the smoke and was choked by it, he drove the locomotive on to Hinckley. He could not go farther. On the sidetrack was a passenger train which had come from the opposite direction, and the crew told that the bridges [had] been wiped out by the fire. Hundreds of persons, foreseeing the doom of the town, sought refuge in the two trains, hoping they would be pulled out of the fire zone. They filled the passenger coaches and then crowded into the freight cars like cattle. The pall over Hinckley was disspelled by a sudden blinding light. The fire was upon the town, licking up the small buildings omnivorously, irresistibly.
The Race with Death.
The six passenger coaches were coupled to the freight cars, but there was no means of turning Barry's engine, which was coupled head-on to the train. Barry besought the conductor to give the word to back the train. But the conductor hesitated. There were no orders, and he did not wish to proceed without them. Barry fell on his knees and begged that he might take the responsibility in his own hands. Still the other man hesitated. At that moment word came that the bridge over the Sandstone river was burning. Delay meant death. Barry sprang into the cab and the conductor shouted to go ahead. The train pulled slowly out and just then the depot and freight yards burst into flames. When the train dashed over the Sandstone bridge, from which the flames rose and licked about the cars, Barry noticed that there was a group of people signaling for succor. Barry feared stopping might cut off the escape cogitated a moment and then blew for brakes, at the same time reversing the engine.
A Rescue En Route.
The train stopped. The unfortunates piled aboard, and the train went on again, thru the blinding smoke, so thick that the engineer could not see a yard beyond the tender in front. The cinders and burning brands curled about the inside of the engine. The engineer's face was blistered, his eyes closed with the pain. But on he went with his load of 500 lives, altho [sic] the fact that the engine was running backward left no protection to the engineer in the cab from the heat and smoke. Out of the fire zone, Barry stopped engine, stumbled to the ground and for twenty minutes bathed his face in water which a hundred grateful persons tried to pump for him. He took the train on into Duluth and was lionized. The state commission appointed to investigate the fire and distribute relief, wrote an appreciation of his heroism in their report and gave him a gold medal. Barry's home was in Superior. About a year ago he began to suffer from heart disease, but the malady did not become critical until four days before death was stopping at 472 Jackson street, St. Paul, when he became ill and was removed to the hospital. He was well known by railroad men in the twin cities and along the Eastern Minnesota, was with the Northern for many years, and was one of their most trusted engineers. He was 46 years old and is survived by his widow. The body will be shipped to Northeast, Erie county, Pa for interment.
Lot owner: Ella Barry
Ran in the Minneapolis Journal, July 27, 1904, page 7, 3rd column
https://newspapers.mnhs.org/jsp/viewer.jsp?doc_id=mnhi0031%2F1DFY7Q5A%2F04072701&query1=&recoffset=0&collection_filter=All&collection_name=4b0d4236-188b-40ad-be89-7fd727b9dc91&sort_col=relevance&cnt=3&CurSearchNum=2&recOffset=0
Contributor: leslie
Note: He is listed as interred in this cemetery from a published list of burials, which also listed his age and the plot owner.
Full transcription of Edward E Barry's obituary
from the Minneapolis Journal. Edward Barry is my Great Great Uncle -Virginia L Barry
OBITUARY OF EDWARD BARRY, MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL, JULY 27, 1904, p. 7 (transcribed from OCR by Laurence Overmire, Oct 4, 2017):
HONORED DEATH COMES TO HEROIC ENGINEER EDWARD BARRY
RESCUED HUNDREDS FROM HINCKLEY FIRE
His Train Was There on That Tragic Day in September, 1894, and His Heroic Determination Enabled Hundreds to Ride to Safety.
Edward E. Barry, one of the prominent heroes of the Hinckley forest fire of 1894, in which 418 lives were lost, died yesterday in St. Joseph's hospital, St. Paul, of heart disease. It was Barry who, as engineer, coupled his locomotive to the freight and passenger cars in Hinckley, just as the fire struck the town, and driving the engine backward through the burning forest, over flaming bridges and warping rails, earned to safety more than 500 refugees from the district being ravished by the fire which raged with tornado-like fury, unquenchable. Leaving West Superior on the morning of that tragic Sept. 1, Barry ward (?) toward the heavy dark cloud which hung over the horizon, rising higher and higher as the day advanced. Into this cloud he went and altho [sic] he felt the smart of the eyes in the smoke and was choked by it, he drove the locomotive on to Hinckley. He could not go farther. On the sidetrack was a passenger train which had come from the opposite direction, and the crew told that the bridges [had] been wiped out by the fire. Hundreds of persons, foreseeing the doom of the town, sought refuge in the two trains, hoping they would be pulled out of the fire zone. They filled the passenger coaches and then crowded into the freight cars like cattle. The pall over Hinckley was disspelled by a sudden blinding light. The fire was upon the town, licking up the small buildings omnivorously, irresistibly.
The Race with Death.
The six passenger coaches were coupled to the freight cars, but there was no means of turning Barry's engine, which was coupled head-on to the train. Barry besought the conductor to give the word to back the train. But the conductor hesitated. There were no orders, and he did not wish to proceed without them. Barry fell on his knees and begged that he might take the responsibility in his own hands. Still the other man hesitated. At that moment word came that the bridge over the Sandstone river was burning. Delay meant death. Barry sprang into the cab and the conductor shouted to go ahead. The train pulled slowly out and just then the depot and freight yards burst into flames. When the train dashed over the Sandstone bridge, from which the flames rose and licked about the cars, Barry noticed that there was a group of people signaling for succor. Barry feared stopping might cut off the escape cogitated a moment and then blew for brakes, at the same time reversing the engine.
A Rescue En Route.
The train stopped. The unfortunates piled aboard, and the train went on again, thru the blinding smoke, so thick that the engineer could not see a yard beyond the tender in front. The cinders and burning brands curled about the inside of the engine. The engineer's face was blistered, his eyes closed with the pain. But on he went with his load of 500 lives, altho [sic] the fact that the engine was running backward left no protection to the engineer in the cab from the heat and smoke. Out of the fire zone, Barry stopped engine, stumbled to the ground and for twenty minutes bathed his face in water which a hundred grateful persons tried to pump for him. He took the train on into Duluth and was lionized. The state commission appointed to investigate the fire and distribute relief, wrote an appreciation of his heroism in their report and gave him a gold medal. Barry's home was in Superior. About a year ago he began to suffer from heart disease, but the malady did not become critical until four days before death was stopping at 472 Jackson street, St. Paul, when he became ill and was removed to the hospital. He was well known by railroad men in the twin cities and along the Eastern Minnesota, was with the Northern for many years, and was one of their most trusted engineers. He was 46 years old and is survived by his widow. The body will be shipped to Northeast, Erie county, Pa for interment.
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