Turning Over New Leaves

The Last Train Stop

by Judy Sander Cockrell

Through my internet searches I meet many people, but not too long ago, I met a gentleman who just seemed to know just where I was coming from. That kind of connection that makes one stop and wonder, "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

Just seems as though we've known each other forever. Not only did his wonderful sense of humor immediately catch my attention, but his character and just down to earth sense of self, set me at ease from the moment we started talking.

And then he sent me a story… an amazing story, from an amazing man.

A story every one of us would love to have in our family history. A sad tale, but a true one non the less. An account that seems bigger than life, and with that, I am proud to introduce to you my bigger than life friend, Frank Maxted.

I will let him tell you his story.

"My name is Frank J. Maxted, Jr., named after my father, Frank Jesse Maxted, Sr., who was the son of William Grant Maxted and Emma Jane Keys Maxted. I am married and have three sons: John, Raymond and Norman. My wife and will have been married 50 years as of february 2, 2001.

I first got interested in tracing my family history when I received a letter from a gentleman by the same last name as my own, who was working on a book of the Maxted families of the world. At that time I didn't know much about my ancestors but with his help and from an article in a magazine I became interested in tracing my roots.

This story was related to me by my father. "on the night of july 17, 1918, my father, William Grant Maxted, who was an engineer for the St. Louis-San Francisco Railway (Frisco Line) had a dream that his engine, Number 5 of the Frisco railroad had a bad accident, in which he saw that the engineer and the fireman were laid out side by side near the scene of the accident.

click for close-up Both of them were dead. My father reportedly jumped from his bed screaming, "no, no!". Overnight his hair turned from jet black to white.

The next morning he reported and told the dispatcher about the dream and he said it was so real that he was not taking engine Number 5 on it's daily run. Another engineer was assigned to the locomotive and that day's run.

click for close-up Exactly at the spot where my father had dreamed that the accident occurred there was a train wreck and both the engineer and the fireman were killed.

This story was told to me many times by my father and I have no reason to doubt it. I have included it in my family history."

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