Friday, July 27, 2007

...mystery in the news

A mystery was revealed in the news this week...only a few blocks from where I grew up, in a house that looks very similar, a package was found. The "Package" contained a tiny mummified baby boy wrapped in newspapers, dated 1925. An initial autopsy was done that determined the baby was not murdered, nor did he die of a disease however, they were unable to determine whether the baby had been born alive. Further searching by reporters noted that a couple purchased the house in 1925 and it was sold by the state in 1941 when the man died and the wife was living in a Psyciatric hospital. What was she tormented about?? I want to know... Was it her son or someone she knew...

I've stated before I hate to NOT know something. I remember being a child and hearing about a young girl who had gone missing. Every time we would drive somewhere the news would be on and I would hear further details that had been divulged about the investigation. It may have been the result of reading too many Trixie Belden books but I grabbed an empty notebook and set out to find some answers. I titled my page: "Who Killed ____ _____" which of course was the headline. And then I wrote down the facts as I knew them, figuring that once I got the details straight, me, not the police, would have the answer... or not...

This baby in the ceiling story though, begun long before I was born, grips me. I want to know what happened. I want to know who these people were. What was going on and why she was sent to the asylum. If the news doesn't divulge this information I may just have to sit down at a keyboard and create my own story - if only to satisfy me own curiosity

3 comments:

diana said...

oh, i agree. i love a good mystery. and it bugs me when i've become interested in a story and can't figure it out or feel like i'm at a roadblock.

please let us know if you find out anything about this story.

Andrea said...

I have been lurking and not commenting. Sorry. Now that VBS is over at our church, maybe I can catch up!

This story stopped me in my tracks. When my dad was almost two, my grandmother was admitted into a psych hospital. She remained there until she died. All this happened long before I was born and I have spent the last few years researching it. Sad, sad story that's just heart-wrenching.

Very interesting. Thanks for sharing. Hope they tell more.

Mark Wall said...

this is sad...i wonder what happened to the baby too.