RE: KRABAL Family of US and Slovenia
George Bishop KRABAL was born in Baltimore City, Maryland on December 20, 1950. His mother was Ellen STINSON orginally from New Brunswick, Canada, migrating down into NY as a young woman, where we believe she met his father, William Joseph "Jr." KRABAL b. 1913 in Johnstown, Cambria Co., PA d. 1967 in Baltimore City, MD at the Maryland General Hospital from "pnemonia" and other complications due to being forced to live on the streets by his mother. Mr. William Joseph "Jr." KRABAL is buried outside of Johnstown, PA at the Grandview Cemetery where his brothers and sisters took his body.
Wm Joseph was the son of Matt "Jr." KRABAL and Mary FINE / FINC. They immigrated into the US from St. Vito, Yugoslavia, now part's of Slovenia. Matt Sr. KRABAL was the son of John KRABEL b 1812 in Slovenia and Mary JOHNSON. Some of John's siblings were: Anthony, Jacob, *Pearl, Matt Jr. (George's grandfather - the Immigrant). *Pearl might have been Matt Jr.s child w/children now living in Nebraska.
George was a hard worker with our Local 194 for over 18 years of his life. He was a very extremely loving, devoted friend to me, my total means of support in more ways so many ways, he loved to travl, loved the simple things in life especially the outdoors enjoying the stars, rivers and fishing, he was very intelligent, artistic, enjoyed music of every kind and loved to read, even though he was "dyslexic" he met that challenge head-on, and was a self-taught, self-made man, not receiving much help from his mother during his childhood. He taught me to laugh in the face of advisaries, not to take life too serious, to be strong, proud and to always stand by my convictions because he was a true man in everyway and always stood up proudly for his convictions and belifs. He was kindhearted to me and loved and respected nature so much so that our dog and cat almost died from a brokenheart, as well.
He was the best friend I had ever had as I grew-up with him and his family, living just up the street from one another and always hanging out together long before we were married.
He will be greatly missed by me and my family whom still cries just a the mention of his name. And as long as I am alive, I will not let him be forgotten. Whenever I feel down over the loss I've suffered losing him, and not a day goes by that he's not on my mind following me everywhere I go and with everything I do, I will always remember everything he taught and told me.
George died on July 20, 1998 at the University of Maryland's Shock Trauma after 5 long sad heartbreaking painful days where he fought to die, due to an explosion that occurred at our local Bethlehem Steel Corporation, Sparrows Point, Dundalk, MD (Steel side). To this day, I have not heard from them. Not a card for George or myself, his widow. Not a flower for his grave.
Though I'll never be the same living without him, and it's been, by far the most traumatically saddened event in my life that I have had to endure on many long lonely sad nights, what other's did during his fight at Shock Trauma, and between the time he died to the day I buried him (I did this alone with the help from only my mother), what hurts me the most is that Bethlehem Steel has yet to acknowledge me as his wife, nor place a flower on his grave since he gave his life on their property performing a job that most would not have done and when the Point's representative's announced in the paper that George was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that had that right because he had just arrived on the jobsite, not knowing what was taking place, though the supervisor for the point did.
This one's for you George because the rest just don't matter. You know what you always said, F'um, they're trash.
Your honorably proud and steadfast bestfriend and wife, Christina (MYERS) KRABAL
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