[Right roundhouse were engines were turned]
In late June Ross assisted one of the train men in coupling a particular hard lock, as it snapped together he was thrown to the tracks and hit his back and head, other than being real painful and a bit hard to walk, nothing was thought of it. As time went by it became worse and he was unable to work, being confined to bed. He died on 5 July 1940 from the injuries to his spine and head.
Ross like so many of Philip Olyers grand children , turned from lumbering to Rail Roads, Henry's children went with the D. & H. and John's 3 boys joined the NYC .
As a child I would listen for the whistle of the steam engines as they came thru Nelliston, N.Y.,
the steam engine had a distinct sound not at all like the electric diesels, Usually I could get the the hill overlooking the tracks and watch the the gleaming black engines with steam, smoke,
and noise. If the engineer saw me he would wave or sometimes activate the whistle, man how I wished I could run one of those, do not think the modern trains are that alluring. At the time I did not realize I was observing the end of an era.