While randomly researching names in the online newspaper archives (when I had a subscription to newspapers.com) I found some interesting stories. This is one of those stories… [heh – that reminds me of the start of the old TV series Dragnet].
It turns out that weapon accidents are nothing new. I found my great-grandfather, Von Flaugh, (my mother’s mother’s father) had an accident with a shotgun that, apparently, messed him up pretty badly.
Before we get into the details, let’s look at some basics.
- born in March 1889 in Pagosa Springs, CO
- lived in Pagosa Springs until 1905 when he moved to La Plata, NM
- lived in La Plata, Aztec, and Flora Vista until 1935 when he moved to Ignacio, CO
- died in Ignacio in September 1936
This map shows you these locations and, something I find interesting, is that he lived his entire life within 70 miles (as the crow flies) of where he was born.
Some other items of note; Von…
- married Lucy Jeanette Johnson in March 1912
- had my grandmother, Margaret Etta Flaugh, in January 1913
- wounded himself in November 1913
- had my great uncle Herbert Flaugh in May 1914
- registered for the draft in June 1917
I bring these up because the timing of the accident is fortuitous. The accident happened after his wedding and subsequent birth of my grandmother – without whom I would not be here to write this blog!!
So, here’s the story I’ve been leading up to… this info is pretty much straight from the December 7, 1913 issue of the Albuquerque Morning Journal newspaper with a shorter version of the incident in this reproduction of an article from the December 5, 1913 issue of the Farmington Enterprise newspaper. The date on the reproduction is incorrect stating this happened in 1918; I’ve personally viewed a microfiche copy of the actual 1913 paper and found it.
At the time Von and his wife (and his parents) were living in La Plata, NM while her parents were living about 15 miles away near Aztec, NM. And, while Lucy was visiting her parents, Von went hunting rabbits [heh – now I’m thinking of Elmer Fudd]. After a while, he decided to head back to the house. Fortunately (?) he saw someone riding a wagon from Bloomfield to Aztec and asked to catch a ride (most people didn’t own automobiles back then).
He got up into the wagon and placed the shotgun on the floorboard butt down between his legs. Unfortunately, the floorboards shifted and the shotgun slid down between the boards allowing the hammer to strike and fire the weapon!
The entire shot went into his leg (tearing off an 8 inch chunk) and then entered his groin!
He was taken to Farmington General Hospital (a good 20 miles away or so) where he stayed for at least two weeks. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find when he was discharged.
He survived for another 23 years with this wound; but still died at the young age of 47 years old. By all accounts, when he died it was from complications associated with this accident. My Uncle Bob (a doctor no less and the grandson of Von) tells me that it could have been an embolic stroke or an infection that ultimately caused Von’s death.
If this happened today, he would have likely been at the hospital and in surgery within the hour via our local Air Care helicopter. Back then… not so timely.
Twenty miles in a buggy? Ouch. Even if if they did have an automobile nearby it would have likely been a Ford Model T which could get up to 40-45mph. Now drive that Model T about 20 miles over dirt roads! I’m not sure which would be worse. Once you get to the hospital, you’re looking at him getting medical care from doctors that have never heard of a World War (World War One won’t start for another six months or so).
So, once again, I find a story that basically tells me that I shouldn’t complain about my life when it goes nuts! The people in my past have had it much harder. I can only wonder if our descendants (well, I have none, but my niece’s descendants) will think the same thing about us.