Raymond T. Robinson

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Raymond T. Robinson

Birth
Beaver Falls, Beaver County, Pennsylvania, USA
Death
11 Jun 1985 (aged 74)
Beaver, Beaver County, Pennsylvania, USA
Burial
Beaver Falls, Beaver County, Pennsylvania, USA GPS-Latitude: 40.7947873, Longitude: -80.339997
Plot
Section: M, Lot: 8 N 1/2, Grave: 5
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Tragedy Victim, and Folk Legend. Little is known about Raymond Theodore Robinson's early years. His family lived on the outskirts of Beaver Falls. His father died in 1917, when Raymond was only 7. His widowed mother married her brother-in-law, who was also a widower. Between the two, they collectively had at least seven children to raise, including Raymond. Until the spring of 1919, Raymond Robinson was a typical kid. He swam the Beaver River in the summer, hung out with his playmates around the Morado section of Beaver Falls and, like a typical boy, took dares. On June 18, 1919, he and four friends were heading for a swimming hole on the Beaver River when they came upon the Pittsburgh, Harmony, Butler and New Castle Railway Company bridge spanning Wallace Run. The bridge (which has since been torn down and was been replaced by a Route 18 highway bridge), had connected Beaver Falls and Big Beaver. The original massive wooden structure was an attraction for local youths. In September 1918, another Beaver Falls boy, Robert W. Littell, died from electrical burns he received while playing on the bridge with friends. Harmony trolleys were powered by 1,200 volts DC. The line from Ellwood City to Beaver Falls, which opened in 1914, also featured a main transmission line carrying 22,000 volts AC. Raymond and his four companions knew about that fatal accident when they ventured onto the span at twilight on June 18, 1919. But a newspaper account the following day reported that the boy had spied a bird's nest high on the bridge structure. Robinson began climbing a "girder" or a box and was horribly burned by high voltage. Ray hovered between life and death at the former Providence Hospital in Beaver Falls. After a month, he began to improve. Doctors called it a miracle. He survived, but his face looked as if it had been melted with a blow torch. His eyes were gone. His nose was gone. His lips and ears were terribly disfigured. His left arm was burned off at the elbow. His upper torso was scarred. Raymond wore a prosthetic nose that was connected to a pair of dark glasses. He also received some help from the sparse social services available at the time. He knew rudimentary Braille and passed his time at home weaving rubber door mats and making leather wallets and belts. He also had a collection of metal puzzles consisting of horseshoes and other hardware that he deftly worked to the amazement of his young nieces and nephews. He loved to listen to the radio. He kept a shortwave in his bedroom and an old Philco on a stand by his favorite easy chair in the living room. He spent hours listening to them. Most of his time was spent indoors, but he occasionally ventured outdoors to "help" with chores. Robinson liked to push an old-fashioned manual mower across the family lawn. He missed spots, but his relatives never minded going back over them. One of his favorite pastimes was hiking the woods around his home. He carried a stick and guided himself by walking with one foot on the path and the other on the edge of the path. He would later use the same system while walking the Koppel-New Galilee Road: one foot on the pavement and the other on the gravel berm. Raymond lived in obscurity. Neighbors and other locals knew him, or about him, but they never bothered him. Family members cared for him until the last years few years of his life, when he moved to a nursing home. The family didn't talk much about how he looked, and nobody really thought much about it. "Uncle Ray was Uncle Ray, and that was that," the nephew said. Furthermore, "He never discussed his injuries or his problems at all," he said. "It was just a reality, and there was nothing he could do about it, so he never spoke about it. He never complained about anything." (Excerpts of this story were taken from the Beaver County Times Newspaper, in tribute to this great gentleman, and was edited by Jay Lance)
Tragedy Victim, and Folk Legend. Little is known about Raymond Theodore Robinson's early years. His family lived on the outskirts of Beaver Falls. His father died in 1917, when Raymond was only 7. His widowed mother married her brother-in-law, who was also a widower. Between the two, they collectively had at least seven children to raise, including Raymond. Until the spring of 1919, Raymond Robinson was a typical kid. He swam the Beaver River in the summer, hung out with his playmates around the Morado section of Beaver Falls and, like a typical boy, took dares. On June 18, 1919, he and four friends were heading for a swimming hole on the Beaver River when they came upon the Pittsburgh, Harmony, Butler and New Castle Railway Company bridge spanning Wallace Run. The bridge (which has since been torn down and was been replaced by a Route 18 highway bridge), had connected Beaver Falls and Big Beaver. The original massive wooden structure was an attraction for local youths. In September 1918, another Beaver Falls boy, Robert W. Littell, died from electrical burns he received while playing on the bridge with friends. Harmony trolleys were powered by 1,200 volts DC. The line from Ellwood City to Beaver Falls, which opened in 1914, also featured a main transmission line carrying 22,000 volts AC. Raymond and his four companions knew about that fatal accident when they ventured onto the span at twilight on June 18, 1919. But a newspaper account the following day reported that the boy had spied a bird's nest high on the bridge structure. Robinson began climbing a "girder" or a box and was horribly burned by high voltage. Ray hovered between life and death at the former Providence Hospital in Beaver Falls. After a month, he began to improve. Doctors called it a miracle. He survived, but his face looked as if it had been melted with a blow torch. His eyes were gone. His nose was gone. His lips and ears were terribly disfigured. His left arm was burned off at the elbow. His upper torso was scarred. Raymond wore a prosthetic nose that was connected to a pair of dark glasses. He also received some help from the sparse social services available at the time. He knew rudimentary Braille and passed his time at home weaving rubber door mats and making leather wallets and belts. He also had a collection of metal puzzles consisting of horseshoes and other hardware that he deftly worked to the amazement of his young nieces and nephews. He loved to listen to the radio. He kept a shortwave in his bedroom and an old Philco on a stand by his favorite easy chair in the living room. He spent hours listening to them. Most of his time was spent indoors, but he occasionally ventured outdoors to "help" with chores. Robinson liked to push an old-fashioned manual mower across the family lawn. He missed spots, but his relatives never minded going back over them. One of his favorite pastimes was hiking the woods around his home. He carried a stick and guided himself by walking with one foot on the path and the other on the edge of the path. He would later use the same system while walking the Koppel-New Galilee Road: one foot on the pavement and the other on the gravel berm. Raymond lived in obscurity. Neighbors and other locals knew him, or about him, but they never bothered him. Family members cared for him until the last years few years of his life, when he moved to a nursing home. The family didn't talk much about how he looked, and nobody really thought much about it. "Uncle Ray was Uncle Ray, and that was that," the nephew said. Furthermore, "He never discussed his injuries or his problems at all," he said. "It was just a reality, and there was nothing he could do about it, so he never spoke about it. He never complained about anything." (Excerpts of this story were taken from the Beaver County Times Newspaper, in tribute to this great gentleman, and was edited by Jay Lance)