Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Events From the Mansfield Killings

 Mr. and Mrs. Smith were driving along Rt.53 when West and Daniels forced them to stop. West tried to get Smith's driver's license, but Smith refused. West shot him in the head, and Mrs. Smith ran across this road where the owner of the house hid her in some weeds.


This is the turnaround where Orville Taylor parked his car hauler to get some sleep. Daniels and West shot him in the head and stole his truck.


Joe was one of the boy scouts who was marching along Fleming Falls Road back in
July of 1948. He noticed something in the cornfield, walked over to find the nude bodies of the Niebel family.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

These are actual pictures taken in 1948 of the events described in my book, The Mansfield Killings.

Fleming Falls Road the day after the murders 


Robert Daniels mug shot 


John West mug shot 


Daniel's mother, the day of his trial. 


Daniel's family 


The Niebel house the day of the murders 


The truck that Daniels and West captured.

Monday, June 17, 2013

COMMON SENSE HAS DIED

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense ,who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure  how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- And maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher
fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

He declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death,
-by his parents, Truth and Trust,
-by his wife, Discretion,
-by his daughter, Responsibility,
-and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 5 stepbrothers;
- I Know My Rights
- I Want It Now
- Someone Else Is To Blame
- I'm A Victim
- Pay me for Doing Nothing....

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing....
 
"IN GOD WE TRUST"
 

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

25 THOUGHTS TO GET YOU THROUGH ALMOST ANY CRISIS

 
1 - Indecision is the key to flexibility.
 
2 - You cannot tell which way the train went by looking at the track. 
 
 3 - There is absolutely no substitute for a genuine lack of preparation.
 
4 - Happiness is merely the remission of pain.
 
5 - Nostalgia isn't what it use to be.
 
 6 - Sometimes too much drink is not enough. 
 
 7 - The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant. 
 
 8 - The careful application of terror is also a form of communication. 
 
  9 - Someone who thinks logically is a nice contrast to the real world. 
 
 10 - Things are more like they are today than they ever have been before. 
 
 11 - Anything worth fighting for is worth fighting dirty for. 
 
 12 - Everything should be made as simple as possible, but no simpler. 
 
 13 - Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate. 
 
 14 - I have seen the truth and it makes no sense. 
16 - All things being equal, fat people use more soap.
 
17 - If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.  
 
 18 - One-seventh of your life is spent on Monday. 

19 - By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.  
 
 20 - Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious. 
22 - There is always one more imbecile than you counted on. 
 
 23 - This is as bad as it can get, but don't bet on it. 
 
 24 - Never wrestle with a pig: You both get all dirty, and the pig likes it.
 
25 - The trouble with life is, you're halfway through it before you realize it's a 'do it yourself' thing.
 
 
. . . so here it is before I forget about it! I'm getting much better about my forgetting as far as I can remember.
 I hardly never remember anything any more, I think.
 

Saturday, June 1, 2013

THE OLD PHONE ON THE WALL.... HELLO


  When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our
  neighborhood.... I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall.
  The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach
  the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked
                                   to it.

    Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an
   amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing
  she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the
                                correct time.

   My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my
   mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the
   basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but
    there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give
                                  sympathy.

   I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving
   at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the
      parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the
                receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
                    "Information, please" I said into the
                       mouthpiece just above my head.

          A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

                               "Information."


    "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily
                                   enough
                         now that I had an audience.

                "Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

                    "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.


                    "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

                                    "No,"
         I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
                    "Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

                               I said I could.


  "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the
                                  voice...


   After that, I called "Information Please" for everything.. I asked her
                                     for
     help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She
                           helped me with my math.


   She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day
                     before, would eat fruit and nuts..

      Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died.. I called,


   Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then
   said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I
  asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy
  to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a
                                   cage?"

    She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne ,
          always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."


                           Somehow I felt better.


          Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."


    "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?"
                                  I asked.


  All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was
     nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my
                              friend very much.
    "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
  somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table
    in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood
                     conversations never really left me.


  Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense
  of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and
            kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.



     A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in
     Seattle .. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15
    minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then
    without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and
                         said, "Information Please."



        Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.


                               "Information."


              I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying,
                "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"


   There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your
                      finger must have healed by now."


     I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any
              idea how much you meant to me during that time?"



     I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me.


     I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."


  I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I
          could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.


                "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

  Three months later I was back in Seattle ..  A different voice answered,

                               "Information."
                             I asked for Sally.

                        "Are you a friend?" she said.


                    "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.


   "I'm sorry to have to tell you this,"She said. "Sally had been working
   part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks
                                    ago."


                     Before I could hang up, she said, "
             Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "

                              Yes." I answered.


                    "Well, Sally left a message for you.
                    She wrote it down in case you called.
                           Let me read it to you."


                               The note said,
                "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
                          He'll know what I mean."

             I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.



         Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..

                     Whose life have you touched today?


                        Lifting you on eagle's wings.
                May you find the joy and peace you long for.


                   Life is a journey... NOT a guided tour.