tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post7239487543329626421..comments2023-04-02T07:19:31.692-05:00Comments on Outside the Box: Wicked Wednesday - Rural MythUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-19988495684183744772014-12-05T08:24:36.395-06:002014-12-05T08:24:36.395-06:00All my siblings are military brats, Fran. Dad got ...All my siblings are military brats, Fran. Dad got out before I was born. I think we all had that one dog and that one house somewhere in our childhoods. B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-82231196157637169712014-12-05T08:22:52.459-06:002014-12-05T08:22:52.459-06:00Oh man, Silver, that's awful. Someone needs t...Oh man, Silver, that's awful. Someone needs to get the Cold Justice crew on that one.B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-49952125085200381562014-12-05T02:49:15.851-06:002014-12-05T02:49:15.851-06:00I was a "military brat" and remember liv...I was a "military brat" and remember living in Germany from 6-9 years old. The "scare" there was a chow dog who lived in the house adjoining our housing area. We called him "Tiggy" and he scared the **** out of every kid on the block. Back in the UK it was always a house which was haunted that scared the kids, but no-one ever said how it came to be haunted or why. I've never tried to research any of them as we moved so often it's hard to remember which house was where! Ah the joys of military life.Fran Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11079042659459259795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-15882372297622335842014-12-03T16:08:45.507-06:002014-12-03T16:08:45.507-06:00I still remember the basic details of an unsolved ...I still remember the basic details of an unsolved crime from my hometown. The victim was a high school friend of my brother's. She was assaulted, stabbed, and left for dead in her car. The traumatic brain injury left her unable to remember and pretty much incapacitated. Her first name was Tamra (I think--it's been 50 years!) and all the boys in school were interviewed. I was in grade school but it was pretty crazy for awhile.Silver Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15606837105470988646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-55285416157134917652014-12-03T14:20:52.482-06:002014-12-03T14:20:52.482-06:00I try to do that when I can, Deb. It helps keep t...I try to do that when I can, Deb. It helps keep things straight in my head.<br /><br />Eww, chainsaw murders. You definitely need to look into that and let me know. Moms are great for dredging up old stuff. We started talking about this and then another multiple murder nearby, which reminded her of this other murder not far from our house. And we lived in a very rural area. (Between Flint and Detroit, but still, it was corn and cows and horse farms.)<br />B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173702747791230686.post-2053346182130258112014-12-03T10:13:17.576-06:002014-12-03T10:13:17.576-06:00How cool you found the truth behind the story.
Wh...How cool you found the truth behind the story.<br /><br />When I was young I was told about chainsaw murders at the river not very far from our house. Within walking distance, if you didn't mind walking an hour or so. (Well, the river was that close; don't know about the murders.) I'll have to ask Mom if she remembers them.Deb Salisbury, Magic Seeker and Mantua-Makerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01513482264195697450noreply@blogger.com