Obituary: "There is always a silent sadness that is felt by all while in the presence of death, even though it occurs in the natural way. But when the light of life in its early brightness is extinguished by a sad accident, which crushed out the life in a moment, a sad silence fills the hearts of all who are in any way associated. We see how mortal we are. Such was the death of John Dickey McCabe, who was killed at Elyria, September 19, 1894, while at his post of duty as brakeman on the C.L. & W. R. R.

Mr. McCabe was born November 21, 1867. He remained at his home in Lake Station, Medina County, until September, 1886, when he entered the employ of the C. L. & W. R. R. He was prompt to answer all calls of duty, was industrious and reliable. All duties assigned to him were promptly attended to. Such loyalty and promptness was soon noticed and promotion was well deserved, it soon came. He was promoted to conductor. He held this position until September 6, 1890, when a desire to see something of our great western country caused him to leave his position here for employment in the west. He entered the employ of the Northern Pacific railroad.

The first of August, 1894, he came home to visit his parents. Deciding not to go west again, he made application for the position he left a few years before. Although all the places on the road were full yet in two weeks he was received as brakeman and, had he lived, was soon to have his old position of conductor.

Mr. McCabe was a kind, generous hearted man. No sacrifice was too great for him to make for others. At one time he took his coat off and put it on his friend, Mr. Caneen, and said, "You take it, I am young the storm will not hurt me." Such self sacrifice does not pass unrewarded and one of the first rewards is many and true friends, this was the case of Mr. McCabe. As he came in on his run September 29, he was especially cheerful; as he passed by his home he sent a message to his parents. He went on as far as Elyria and while at work caught his foot in the switch, was struck by the moving train and in an instant his body was crushed beneath the wheels. He was taken up and found to be still alive and conscious. He knew his end had come. Sending a message to all at home, he said, "Tell father and mother I love them". May God bless all the boys who can send such a message to their parents. He died in fifty minutes after he was hurt. The uncertainty of life bids us watch. "Watch ye therefore; for ye know not when the Master of the house cometh, at even, or at mid night, of at the cock crowing, or in the morning."

The funeral Monday, October 1, at 1:30 o'clock, was conducted by Rev. Austin Philpott at the church near his home and was largely attended. His associates very tenderly cared for the remains and bore them to their last resting place. The burial was at Seville, Ohio, where the last sad rights were performed by his lodges, the Knights of Labor of Lorain and the Knights of Pythias of Seville. This service was impressive and as the significant twigs of evergreen were being dropped upon the casket a deep feeling came in all hearts that we too, sooner or later, must answer the call".