Steve Saves Sandy from a Sledding Accident & Princey

[Uncle Steve] actually saved my life. I was sledding down on the sidewalk by Grandma and Grandpa’s house when the sled took off for the street. Fortunately [he] was right there and grabbed my foot just as a car was driving by! He said, “When we said ‘go play in traffic,’ this is NOT what we meant!”

You may not know this, but [Uncle Steve] actually saved my life. I was sledding down on the sidewalk by Grandma and Grandpa’s house when the sled took off for the street. Fortunately [he] was right there and grabbed my foot just as a car was driving by! He said, “When we said ‘go play in traffic,’ this is NOT what we meant!”

written by Sandy Moyer (Betty’s daughter) in response to a photo of Taylor and his boys, which Colin Duncan (Bob’s son) posted on Facebook, February 23, 2010

As far as the approximate dates for the sled “incident” (when your dad grabbed my foot as I headed for traffic), I believe it was in latter part of 1960, early 1961. I remember my folks were concerned that JFK was going to be elected president (which he was, obviously). So I am guessing possibly November/December 1960. I would have been seven years old. 

Your dad [Steve] still lived at home. He had a wonderful German shepherd named Princey. I was just speaking to my mother [Betty] about the dog, and I told her that I remember that his food bowl was out in the enclosed porch. She reminded me that your dad had trained him a bit. He would say to Princey: “Stay . . . stay . . . stay . . .” and the dog would look longingly at his bowl but not move toward it. Then your dad would say, “OKAY!” and the dog would make a beeline to his food. I loved that dog; he even walked me to school which was just a couple of blocks away from Grandma and Grandpa’s house. 

added by Sandy Moyer (Betty’s daughter) on November 5, 2012

This occurred outside of 16 Washburn Avenue on the hill in front of the house.  We did have a sidewalk in front of the house before the road, but the sled twisted, turning right into a road. Coming down the road was a car and a sheet of ice. I was where she passed and I reached out and grabbed her foot and kept her from getting in the way of the sliding car. 

I guess that I was about twenty years old, home from Boston University, prior to going into the army.  Betty and Harley were unquestionably home for furlough and we all took advantage of the snow and the wintertime sport.  I don’t think that I was so impressed that I was a hero, as Sandy might have remembered, but I like the idea of being thought of as such.  My Brother Tad, who was called Junior at the time, was probably in the Air Force at the moment and others of the family were not about. Who was doing the cooking?  I’m not sure. I would imagine it was the work of both Grandma Duncan [Virginia] and my sister [Betty].

added by Steve on November 26, 2012

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  • What do you remember about Princey?
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