Lyndeborough teenager dies in construction accident
Benjamin Foisie, 19, of Lyndeborough died on Friday after being pinned by a boulder in a construction accident. Family members remember him best dressed in a Carhartt jacket and driving his beloved pickup truck. Purchase photo reprints at Photo Finder »
Benjamin Foisie, 19, of Lyndeborough, far right, poses with his mother, Jean Marie Foisie, left, sister, Lily Foisie, brother Sam Foisie and father, Michael Foisie. Benjamin was killed on Friday morning in a construction accident while working on landscaping on his father's Lyndeborough property. Purchase photo reprints at Photo Finder »
LYNDEBOROUGH — A Lyndeborough teenager died Friday after being pinned underneath a slab of granite while constructing a new home in Lyndeborough.
Benjamin Foisie, 19, of Lyndeborough, was working on the house he and his family would eventually occupy, on 91 Baldwin Hill Road, when he became trapped under a large piece of granite, according to a press release from Lieutenant Rainsford Deware of the Lyndeborough Police Department issued on Friday.
It was while working on a plot owned by his father, adding a granite block to the landscaping, that the accident occurred. According to published reports, Foisie was attempting to mark the position for a 16-foot-high granite boulder that was to become part of the house’s landscaping. The boulder was held up by an excavator, but the ground, soft because of recent rain and snow, caused the machine to shift, and the rock fell on top of Foisie, pinning him beneath it, reports said.
Lyndeborough Fire Rescue, Wilton-Lyndeborough Ambulance and the Lyndeborough Police Department responded to the scene at 10:12 a.m. Foisie was transported to the Milford Medical Center, but the injuries he sustained were fatal, and he was pronounced dead at 11 a.m. Police have determined the death to be accidental, and there are no charges pending at this time, according to the release.
“He was the epitome of selflessness,” Foisie’s aunt, Dolly Foisie Glennon of Chesterfield, said of him in an interview Monday. “There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for a perfect stranger.”
Glennon said she and her children were very close to Foisie, and it wasn’t unusual for the two families to spend just about every weekend together, describing him like another son.
The last time she’d spoken with her nephew, she said, he had called her in preparation of Hurricane Sandy, asking if there was anything she needed, or anything he could do to help her prepare. That was typical of his character, said Glennon.
“That was my last conversation with him, when he said, ‘Hey Aunt Dolly, it’s Ben, how can I help you?’ and that was just like him. He was that boy that helped everyone,” she said. “He didn’t have an ego. He was on this Earth to serve, and he served without needing anything in return.”
Friends of Foisie agreed. His friend Jeff Berube, of Cromwell, Conn., posted on his Facebook page on Monday, “Ben was a wonderful person, always caring and wanting to give a helping hand. He was the kid that loaned a dollar or two when you were short. Ben loved to work construction and passed on doing what he does best, working to create amazing houses for others.”
Foisie’s father, Michael Foisie, moved to Lyndeborough three years ago, and when Ben graduated Vinal Technical High School in Middletown, Conn., in 2011, he moved up to New Hampshire to join his father in developing a plot of land he’d purchased in Lyndeborough.
On the land, they’d built a barn, cleared pasture for cows, and started construction on a two-story house, which is scheduled to be finished by Christmas.
“It was everything Ben would love,” Glennon said. “Michael had already carved out a plot where Ben’s house was going to be one day. That was the plan.”
Foisie and his father were particularly close, Glennon said.
“He was his shadow, in his pocket, in his heartbeat. It’s a humongous loss for my brother,” she said.
Foisie was already following in the footsteps of his father, a developer, said Glennon. She best remembered him dressed in a Carhartt jacket, wearing steel-toed Chippewa boots, and in his beloved truck or digging in the dirt.
“He was proud of his work ethic. He judged how accomplished he’d been that day by how dirty he’d gotten, and he was dirty every day,” she said.
“If you knew him personally, your life was richer for it,” she added. “If you didn’t know him, you can only imagine, through the words of people that knew him, how much he was a truly special, special human being. It’s a devastating loss.”