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GIACHETTO, CAMILLIO – Died 1939 – Pneumonia, Influenza Feb 23, 1884 - Jan 6, 1939 - Age 54 Years His tombstone was donated in 1998 by Tom Savich Camillio, a stone mason and miner, was found in his cabin on a cold Friday, suffering from the last stages of pneumonia and influenza. He was rushed to the hospital where Dr. Quinn treated him, but it was too late and Camillio died that evening. There was a serious outbreak of twelve cases of flu in town, and half those cases also developed pneumonia. On the day of Camillio's death, a young mother, Marcia Orton, also died from the same deadly disease.
Born in Drusacco, Italy, he came to Silverton in 1900 and worked at mining and in the building and plastering business. He became an American citizen in 1915. At the time of his death Camillio was working a lease on the Mystery Gold Mining Company property near Silverton. His only known survivor was a sister in the land of his birth. His funeral was held at the Maguire Funeral Chapel and burial was at Hillside.
KELLY, JOSEPH PATRICK "BOXCAR" - Died 1944 - Alcoholism Aug 16, 1892 - Dec 25, 1944 - Age 52 Boxcar died of alcoholism at 1134 Blair Street. To be as well known as he was, very little was known of his life history. His interesting nickname came from one of his favorite modes of transportation, hopping boxcars. Born in Leadville, Colorado, his mother died when he was three months old and his father when he was five years old. His early training was in the Catholic school at Leadville, then he migrated to the San Juan in about 1919 and was considered one of the top miners. He was a friend to all, so had a host of friends in return, all of whom would miss him. He had no known living relatives, and was survived in Silverton by his female companion, Ollie Stout Helms. His funeral was held at the Maguire Funeral Chapel, George W. Conklin presiding. Pallbearers were Jack Gilheany, Johnny Jenkins, Joe Dresback, Sam Eccher, Earl Clifford and W.O. Lowe. Burial was at Hillside, where his long time friend, Ollie Helms, was later buried beside him. |
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Peacefully, sleep comes to a dear, beloved heart. Quietly, we understand the time has come to part. Tenderly, the love shines on … a never ending light. Gratefully, we feel it warmth and say, “Sweet Dreams, Good Night”. |