Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-05-29
A Year AFTER.
JohnStown as it Looks on
the First Anniversary
of the Flood.
A RESURRECTED CITY.
Reconstruction Progressing
Rapidly, but Not Half
Finished Yet.
A DAY OF SAD MEMORIES.
Saturday Will Recall the Scenes and
Incidents of That Reign
of Terror
In THE GREEN VALLEY OF DEATH.
Pictorial Remembrances of the Wrecked
Town, and Illustrations Of
Rebuilding.
THE PAST AND PRESENT COMPARED.
Descriptions Of JOhnstOwn 1t Was Before the Flood,
the Day After the Deluge, and
as 1t Now Is.
Pictorial Remembrance of the Wrecked
Town, and Illustrations Of
Rebuilding.
THE PAST AND PRESENT COMPARED.
Descriptions Of JOhnstOwn 1t Was Before the Flood
the Day After the Deluge, and
as II Now Is.
DETAILS OF THE NEW BUILDIEGO on EACH STREET

Saturday will be the first anniversary OF
the Johnstown food. 1t will be day of
sad memories in the Conenaugh Valley,
and its stricken people will again bend low
in their anguish. Thousands of aching
hearts will bleed anew. The wealth of a
universe was showered upon the survivors
of Johnstown, and kind hands have rebuilt
many dwelling, but nothing of all this
will bring relief to the multitude of hearts
that still plead
For the touch of a vanished hand,
The sound of voice that is still.
Sunshine may make Saturday beautiful
day, but no sunbeam will quite pierce the
somber shades of grief such as wells up
from the souls of hundreds OF bereaved fam
lilies. The flowers OF spring are painting
the word "Resergam" all over the Cone
maugh hills, but deeper yet are planted the
weeds OF mourning. Birds Of the neignbor-
ing mountains may make the air noisy
with their blithe melody, but even that very
air will be resonant with more sorrowful
cadence. 1t will be the sigh of this orphan,
that widow, yon lonely father, or the soli-
tarv sister. From 10000 relatives of nearly
5000 dead these sighs will come on Satur-
day. What a heartrending rythm the air
of heaven would contain if they were all
audible!
Could Memory be No Moro!
Forget! Forget! Forgetl'' Every man,
woman and child in Johhstown is saying
that. And a merciful Providence is help
ing them to forget itall. Human happiness
would be forever wrecked If the survivors of
the Conemaugh Valley walked from day to
day with the living picture of the foods
ruin before them. To this end those re-
markable scenes of hustle and activity COM
mon in Johnstown the past seven or eight
months will go right on unlnterruptedly on
Saturday There will be no cessation of
toll. If possible, the people will work all
the harder.
Why not stop work for the day, and go to
their homes to spend the hours In quiet?
YOU ask. Homes There were no homes
left the great mass of the people. Every
hour, every minute, spent in their new
dwellings, amid the new things, only shows
more plainly the empty chairs and the loss
of all that was near and dear
Then why not go to the graves of the lost
ones and spend the day in planting flowers
there? Graves! Why IN Grandview Gene
terry to-day there are nearly 300 people
buried who were unknown victims of the
food. Several hundred more victims were
never found. Their bones are still beneath
the sand of the treacherous rivers. There
are practically but few known tombs to
plant flowers uponi
Toll That Helps ObIiterate.
"Workl Work. Work. Forget! Forgetl''
When people awake in Johnstown on
Saturday morning that is what they will
repeat to themselves.
And again the world reaches out its hand
to Johnstown-this time to drop low about
sacred thoughts and memories the veil of
human sympathy.
And the people in striving to 'forget"
have wrought a great change in Johnstown
in one years time. Their work shows good
results. In reviewing the events of the ter
rible disaster and the work of rebuilding
the wrecked city, The DISPATCH this
morning separates the article on the subject
in three parts, viz-Johnstown as it was
prior to the food, Johnstown as it was the
day after the calamity, and Johnstown as it
stands to-day. L. E. SToFIEL.