He was the husband of Hattie C. Stanley. He died at the age of 40 years.
Obituary:
"Fred W. Hodge left his men in his stone quarry just over the hill and half way down into the valley, north of the railroad station at Perryville, last Friday morning, and as he did so he told them he would go to the store-house where he kept explosives for blasting and get the forty-pound box of nitro-gelatine he had there, and experiment with it. The store-house was fifty rods north of the railroad station and in full view of his residence. As he went back he passed his teamster and, looking to his home where some improvements were being made, thought pleasantly and affectionately of the goodly wife there. The forty pounds of nitro-gelatine had been left from Justin's gun experiments in the ravine just below the quarry, and as the men in the drilling for blasting purposes had struck a mud seam and this nitro-gelatine was quicker than the eighty pounds of frozen dynamite that stood near by in the same storehouse, Mr. Hodge thought he would use it. This was what he told the men as h e picked up a crow-bar and started for the store-house of explosives. A few moments later they heard a terrific explosion. They knew what it meant and so did the wife in the home; it was an unusual explosion, and in common they uttered to themselves, Fred Hodge is killed. This was true. Mr. Hodge was in the building, and the premature explosion of the nitro-gelatine had sent the building into millions of fragments, and twisted the larger timbers into splinters like toothpicks; and Mr. Hodge was hurled into the air his arms severed from his body, one below the elbow the other near the shoulder, and his legs both below the knees, while his eyes were blown out, and pieces of his body and clothing scattered almost as were the timbers. It was after much search that parts of the body dismembered were found. He had been blown about twenty five feet and was found lying under an apple tree, and on the tree were pieces of his clothing and a part of a five dollar bill that was in his pocket. From the appearance of the wreck it is a wonder that Mr. Hodge was not torn all to pieces, and that enough could be found for his friends to recognize, but fortunately this was not so, and other than his legs and arms he was not badly injured.
"Of course how it all occurred will never be known. But it is supposed that Mr. Hodge going into the store house with crow-bar in hand, with his left hand in front of right leaned for ward and attempted to knock the cover from the box of nitro-gelatine, that he struck harder than he intended, and off went the fearful explosive. This is the supposition from the condition of his body and the crow-bar when Charles Baldwin and a Mr. Adkins first arrived on the scene.
"The explosion happened a few minutes before nine o'clock Friday morning, and was heard in this village and at the depot, and at East Boston so shook the Edward Post house that a pitcher was thrown from the sideboard. The sound and shock seemed to travel north
through the ravine and along the creek.
"Fred W. Hodge was the son of Hiram and Betsey Hodge and was born at Chittenango Falls in 1885; he was 41 years and 7 months old. His wife, and a mother, a brother, H. R. Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. John W. Jones of Chittenango Falls, and a brother George Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. George Englehart, both of Syracuse, survive him.
"The deceased had been in several severe accidents before and seemed not afraid of danger. Fourteen years ago he was married to Miss Hattie Stanley of Chittenango Falls, and moved to Perryville, where he started at blacksmithing then a plaster mill, and finally developed into an extensive business in plaster and stone, having on hand at the time of his death a number of large contracts from Elmira, Cazenovia, Canastota and Syracuse, and employing from fifteen to twenty-five men. He was an industrious business man, had many friends, and will be greatly missed not only by the people in h i s home town but everywhere where he was known, and much sympathy is expressed and many kind
words spoken of the deceased.
"The funeral was held in the Methodist church at Perryville Monday at 11 o'clock, Rev. F. H. Harris officiating. Mr. Hodge was a member of the masonic lodge of this place and the funeral after the services at the church agreeable to his expressed wish was in charge of the Masons, Brother C. E. Richardson performing the ceremonies at the grave and Rev. A. J. Saxe of the Methodist church officiating as chaplain. There were Masons present from Sullivan Lodge and from Canastota and Cazenovia, some 62 in all escorting the remains of their beloved brother to the grave. On t h e coffin was a large floral emblem from Sullivan Lodge F. & A. M., also a floral offering from the King's Daughters of Perryville. It was a largely attended funeral and much sadness was evident throughout the little hamlet of Perryville."
-Madison County Times, Chittenago, New York
Obituary:
"Fred W. Hodge left his men in his stone quarry just over the hill and half way down into the valley, north of the railroad station at Perryville, last Friday morning, and as he did so he told them he would go to the store-house where he kept explosives for blasting and get the forty-pound box of nitro-gelatine he had there, and experiment with it. The store-house was fifty rods north of the railroad station and in full view of his residence. As he went back he passed his teamster and, looking to his home where some improvements were being made, thought pleasantly and affectionately of the goodly wife there. The forty pounds of nitro-gelatine had been left from Justin's gun experiments in the ravine just below the quarry, and as the men in the drilling for blasting purposes had struck a mud seam and this nitro-gelatine was quicker than the eighty pounds of frozen dynamite that stood near by in the same storehouse, Mr. Hodge thought he would use it. This was what he told the men as h e picked up a crow-bar and started for the store-house of explosives. A few moments later they heard a terrific explosion. They knew what it meant and so did the wife in the home; it was an unusual explosion, and in common they uttered to themselves, Fred Hodge is killed. This was true. Mr. Hodge was in the building, and the premature explosion of the nitro-gelatine had sent the building into millions of fragments, and twisted the larger timbers into splinters like toothpicks; and Mr. Hodge was hurled into the air his arms severed from his body, one below the elbow the other near the shoulder, and his legs both below the knees, while his eyes were blown out, and pieces of his body and clothing scattered almost as were the timbers. It was after much search that parts of the body dismembered were found. He had been blown about twenty five feet and was found lying under an apple tree, and on the tree were pieces of his clothing and a part of a five dollar bill that was in his pocket. From the appearance of the wreck it is a wonder that Mr. Hodge was not torn all to pieces, and that enough could be found for his friends to recognize, but fortunately this was not so, and other than his legs and arms he was not badly injured.
"Of course how it all occurred will never be known. But it is supposed that Mr. Hodge going into the store house with crow-bar in hand, with his left hand in front of right leaned for ward and attempted to knock the cover from the box of nitro-gelatine, that he struck harder than he intended, and off went the fearful explosive. This is the supposition from the condition of his body and the crow-bar when Charles Baldwin and a Mr. Adkins first arrived on the scene.
"The explosion happened a few minutes before nine o'clock Friday morning, and was heard in this village and at the depot, and at East Boston so shook the Edward Post house that a pitcher was thrown from the sideboard. The sound and shock seemed to travel north
through the ravine and along the creek.
"Fred W. Hodge was the son of Hiram and Betsey Hodge and was born at Chittenango Falls in 1885; he was 41 years and 7 months old. His wife, and a mother, a brother, H. R. Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. John W. Jones of Chittenango Falls, and a brother George Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. George Englehart, both of Syracuse, survive him.
"The deceased had been in several severe accidents before and seemed not afraid of danger. Fourteen years ago he was married to Miss Hattie Stanley of Chittenango Falls, and moved to Perryville, where he started at blacksmithing then a plaster mill, and finally developed into an extensive business in plaster and stone, having on hand at the time of his death a number of large contracts from Elmira, Cazenovia, Canastota and Syracuse, and employing from fifteen to twenty-five men. He was an industrious business man, had many friends, and will be greatly missed not only by the people in h i s home town but everywhere where he was known, and much sympathy is expressed and many kind
words spoken of the deceased.
"The funeral was held in the Methodist church at Perryville Monday at 11 o'clock, Rev. F. H. Harris officiating. Mr. Hodge was a member of the masonic lodge of this place and the funeral after the services at the church agreeable to his expressed wish was in charge of the Masons, Brother C. E. Richardson performing the ceremonies at the grave and Rev. A. J. Saxe of the Methodist church officiating as chaplain. There were Masons present from Sullivan Lodge and from Canastota and Cazenovia, some 62 in all escorting the remains of their beloved brother to the grave. On t h e coffin was a large floral emblem from Sullivan Lodge F. & A. M., also a floral offering from the King's Daughters of Perryville. It was a largely attended funeral and much sadness was evident throughout the little hamlet of Perryville."
-Madison County Times, Chittenago, New York
He was the husband of Hattie C. Stanley. He died at the age of 40 years.
Obituary:
"Fred W. Hodge left his men in his stone quarry just over the hill and half way down into the valley, north of the railroad station at Perryville, last Friday morning, and as he did so he told them he would go to the store-house where he kept explosives for blasting and get the forty-pound box of nitro-gelatine he had there, and experiment with it. The store-house was fifty rods north of the railroad station and in full view of his residence. As he went back he passed his teamster and, looking to his home where some improvements were being made, thought pleasantly and affectionately of the goodly wife there. The forty pounds of nitro-gelatine had been left from Justin's gun experiments in the ravine just below the quarry, and as the men in the drilling for blasting purposes had struck a mud seam and this nitro-gelatine was quicker than the eighty pounds of frozen dynamite that stood near by in the same storehouse, Mr. Hodge thought he would use it. This was what he told the men as h e picked up a crow-bar and started for the store-house of explosives. A few moments later they heard a terrific explosion. They knew what it meant and so did the wife in the home; it was an unusual explosion, and in common they uttered to themselves, Fred Hodge is killed. This was true. Mr. Hodge was in the building, and the premature explosion of the nitro-gelatine had sent the building into millions of fragments, and twisted the larger timbers into splinters like toothpicks; and Mr. Hodge was hurled into the air his arms severed from his body, one below the elbow the other near the shoulder, and his legs both below the knees, while his eyes were blown out, and pieces of his body and clothing scattered almost as were the timbers. It was after much search that parts of the body dismembered were found. He had been blown about twenty five feet and was found lying under an apple tree, and on the tree were pieces of his clothing and a part of a five dollar bill that was in his pocket. From the appearance of the wreck it is a wonder that Mr. Hodge was not torn all to pieces, and that enough could be found for his friends to recognize, but fortunately this was not so, and other than his legs and arms he was not badly injured.
"Of course how it all occurred will never be known. But it is supposed that Mr. Hodge going into the store house with crow-bar in hand, with his left hand in front of right leaned for ward and attempted to knock the cover from the box of nitro-gelatine, that he struck harder than he intended, and off went the fearful explosive. This is the supposition from the condition of his body and the crow-bar when Charles Baldwin and a Mr. Adkins first arrived on the scene.
"The explosion happened a few minutes before nine o'clock Friday morning, and was heard in this village and at the depot, and at East Boston so shook the Edward Post house that a pitcher was thrown from the sideboard. The sound and shock seemed to travel north
through the ravine and along the creek.
"Fred W. Hodge was the son of Hiram and Betsey Hodge and was born at Chittenango Falls in 1885; he was 41 years and 7 months old. His wife, and a mother, a brother, H. R. Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. John W. Jones of Chittenango Falls, and a brother George Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. George Englehart, both of Syracuse, survive him.
"The deceased had been in several severe accidents before and seemed not afraid of danger. Fourteen years ago he was married to Miss Hattie Stanley of Chittenango Falls, and moved to Perryville, where he started at blacksmithing then a plaster mill, and finally developed into an extensive business in plaster and stone, having on hand at the time of his death a number of large contracts from Elmira, Cazenovia, Canastota and Syracuse, and employing from fifteen to twenty-five men. He was an industrious business man, had many friends, and will be greatly missed not only by the people in h i s home town but everywhere where he was known, and much sympathy is expressed and many kind
words spoken of the deceased.
"The funeral was held in the Methodist church at Perryville Monday at 11 o'clock, Rev. F. H. Harris officiating. Mr. Hodge was a member of the masonic lodge of this place and the funeral after the services at the church agreeable to his expressed wish was in charge of the Masons, Brother C. E. Richardson performing the ceremonies at the grave and Rev. A. J. Saxe of the Methodist church officiating as chaplain. There were Masons present from Sullivan Lodge and from Canastota and Cazenovia, some 62 in all escorting the remains of their beloved brother to the grave. On t h e coffin was a large floral emblem from Sullivan Lodge F. & A. M., also a floral offering from the King's Daughters of Perryville. It was a largely attended funeral and much sadness was evident throughout the little hamlet of Perryville."
-Madison County Times, Chittenago, New York
Obituary:
"Fred W. Hodge left his men in his stone quarry just over the hill and half way down into the valley, north of the railroad station at Perryville, last Friday morning, and as he did so he told them he would go to the store-house where he kept explosives for blasting and get the forty-pound box of nitro-gelatine he had there, and experiment with it. The store-house was fifty rods north of the railroad station and in full view of his residence. As he went back he passed his teamster and, looking to his home where some improvements were being made, thought pleasantly and affectionately of the goodly wife there. The forty pounds of nitro-gelatine had been left from Justin's gun experiments in the ravine just below the quarry, and as the men in the drilling for blasting purposes had struck a mud seam and this nitro-gelatine was quicker than the eighty pounds of frozen dynamite that stood near by in the same storehouse, Mr. Hodge thought he would use it. This was what he told the men as h e picked up a crow-bar and started for the store-house of explosives. A few moments later they heard a terrific explosion. They knew what it meant and so did the wife in the home; it was an unusual explosion, and in common they uttered to themselves, Fred Hodge is killed. This was true. Mr. Hodge was in the building, and the premature explosion of the nitro-gelatine had sent the building into millions of fragments, and twisted the larger timbers into splinters like toothpicks; and Mr. Hodge was hurled into the air his arms severed from his body, one below the elbow the other near the shoulder, and his legs both below the knees, while his eyes were blown out, and pieces of his body and clothing scattered almost as were the timbers. It was after much search that parts of the body dismembered were found. He had been blown about twenty five feet and was found lying under an apple tree, and on the tree were pieces of his clothing and a part of a five dollar bill that was in his pocket. From the appearance of the wreck it is a wonder that Mr. Hodge was not torn all to pieces, and that enough could be found for his friends to recognize, but fortunately this was not so, and other than his legs and arms he was not badly injured.
"Of course how it all occurred will never be known. But it is supposed that Mr. Hodge going into the store house with crow-bar in hand, with his left hand in front of right leaned for ward and attempted to knock the cover from the box of nitro-gelatine, that he struck harder than he intended, and off went the fearful explosive. This is the supposition from the condition of his body and the crow-bar when Charles Baldwin and a Mr. Adkins first arrived on the scene.
"The explosion happened a few minutes before nine o'clock Friday morning, and was heard in this village and at the depot, and at East Boston so shook the Edward Post house that a pitcher was thrown from the sideboard. The sound and shock seemed to travel north
through the ravine and along the creek.
"Fred W. Hodge was the son of Hiram and Betsey Hodge and was born at Chittenango Falls in 1885; he was 41 years and 7 months old. His wife, and a mother, a brother, H. R. Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. John W. Jones of Chittenango Falls, and a brother George Hodge, and a sister, Mrs. George Englehart, both of Syracuse, survive him.
"The deceased had been in several severe accidents before and seemed not afraid of danger. Fourteen years ago he was married to Miss Hattie Stanley of Chittenango Falls, and moved to Perryville, where he started at blacksmithing then a plaster mill, and finally developed into an extensive business in plaster and stone, having on hand at the time of his death a number of large contracts from Elmira, Cazenovia, Canastota and Syracuse, and employing from fifteen to twenty-five men. He was an industrious business man, had many friends, and will be greatly missed not only by the people in h i s home town but everywhere where he was known, and much sympathy is expressed and many kind
words spoken of the deceased.
"The funeral was held in the Methodist church at Perryville Monday at 11 o'clock, Rev. F. H. Harris officiating. Mr. Hodge was a member of the masonic lodge of this place and the funeral after the services at the church agreeable to his expressed wish was in charge of the Masons, Brother C. E. Richardson performing the ceremonies at the grave and Rev. A. J. Saxe of the Methodist church officiating as chaplain. There were Masons present from Sullivan Lodge and from Canastota and Cazenovia, some 62 in all escorting the remains of their beloved brother to the grave. On t h e coffin was a large floral emblem from Sullivan Lodge F. & A. M., also a floral offering from the King's Daughters of Perryville. It was a largely attended funeral and much sadness was evident throughout the little hamlet of Perryville."
-Madison County Times, Chittenago, New York
Family Members
Advertisement
Records on Ancestry
Advertisement
