Rida Jourolmon

A Woman Who Did Not Scare Easily
Rida was a teacher at the Girls High School in Knoxville, Tennessee, and according to one report she was on her way to New York for a visit.¹ ² She was a passenger on the Pullman sleeper named “Toboco” and escaped from the wreck uninjured.³ Rida’s terrifying night on the rails did not deter her from future travels. She continued her work as a teacher until a trip to China in 1901 set her on a path to missionary work. She had taken the trip for health reasons, but she had worked so well with the Presbyterian mission in Jiangyin that they requested that she be appointed as a regular missionary to the region. The appointment came in 1904, and she served the Jiangyin community from 1905 to 1927.⁴

Rida died in Montreat, North Carolina, three years after she retired from her work as a missionary. She never married.⁵

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Sources

E.W. Crozier, Knoxville City Directory, 1889, p. 222.
“Railroad Wreck”, The Knoxville Journal (Knoxville, TN), July 3, 1889, Volume V, Number 114: p.1.
Fourteenth Annual Report of The Railroad Commissioner of the State of Virginia, J.H. O’Bannon Superintendent of Public Printing, Richmond, VA, 1890: p. xlv. http://books.google.com/books?id=CFopAAAAYAAJ
Presbyterian Heritage Center, “Biographies — PCUS Missionaries to China 1900 – 1920 — Presbyterian Heritage Center”, PHCMontreat.org, http://www.phcmontreat.org/bios/Bios-Missionaries-China-1900-1920-PCUS.htm, (accessed May 29, 2012).
“North Carolina, Deaths, 1906-1930,” index and images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/F3ZB-K92 : accessed 27 Sep 2012), Rida Jourolmon, 22 Nov 1930.

I was greatly surprised to hear that an accident had occurred at this culvert, as I regarded it as one of the safest on the line.

The wrecked cars burned with a fierceness that could not have been equaled if every stick of timber had been soaked in oil.

In the morning we found that there were four or five houses around the wreck. We screamed and the men yelled, but nobody seemed to have come to our relief. With all the noise I don’t see why those people could sleep, anyhow

I will not leave, ladies, until I see you all safe; I am a Virginian.

The shrieks and groans of the imprisoned victims could be distinctly heard from the bank.

I have stood on the battlefield, and heard shot and shell rattling around me, and seen my comrades falling like leaves in autumn, but I have never seen anything that curdled my blood with horror or moved me to deeper depths of compassion than the scenes of that dreadful night.

There never was such a rain fell on me to my recollection. Yes, sir, it was a scary time.

Little pieces of bodies could be seen, and were gathered in, and in some cases ashes, though most of the burned bodies in the shape of ashes had been washed away.

We have no knowledge of Mr. H. B. Wheeler whatsoever. If he was on the train that was wrecked he has not been accounted for, and I presume has been lost. His body has not been recovered, but may have been burned in the wreck.

It rained so it looked like it would take my breath away.

When I visited the scene you could not find wood enough to make a door, so complete had been the wash away and consumption by fire.

We may not know where their ashes slumber, but God himself will keep a faithful watch over their sacred dust.

The air was very still when I came out and the rain was coming down very steadily, but from the direction of the mountain, I heard very distinctly a very loud noise, a heavy rumbling in the clouds, that sounded something like an earthquake.

I just stayed there and did not know what to do, but just think on the Lord and asked him to spare me.

It was different from any rain I ever saw in its violence, and duration.

I never passed through a more terrible experience in my life, and I assure you I have no desire to participate in such another.

It was the most horrible thing I ever witnessed.

The first I recollect when I came to my senses I was halloing for help.

Oh, to see the wounded—all is a picture before me continually, and I never will again travel in the night.

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