The scents and scenery that you invoke along with anecdotes about the time period transport me everytime. White Diamonds, strawberries and sugar along with Silence of the Lambs were a part of my childhood as well. Violence against women happens and we should talk about it, like you have said before, she probably knew him. I'm sorry you have that trauma. Loved this, we need stories like this. Sentimental and savage. That's life.
This is such an interesting mix of comfort and seriously disturbing. There were murders of two teenage girls a couple of miles from where I now live, when I was a teen. It was a horrible story of two girls accepting a ride, and too many details because it was a huge deal, all on the papers and our family doctor was the ME on the scene and yapped horrifying details to my mom who passed them on to someone else and I overheard. I have lived all over, and now have come to rest at this place, but I never talk about it to people, because it is such an obscene case, unsolved.
I grew up in a small New Jersey suburban town, next to a million other small suburban towns. A teenager was stabbed and killed in her house after a party, when I was 8. As teenagers we would run like hell past her house. The case remained unsolved for 25 years. Even though I lived 2,000 miles away from that town when her murderer was arrested, it gave me comfort knowing he was locked up.
Love this. You just precisely described my Italian grandmother’s apartment in nyc. I always thought everyone else’s grandmothers lived in cute little houses and wore aprons. I also fixed vcr’s as a child, and remind myself of this (and anyone in close proximity) when I can’t figure out how to do something on my computer. Thank you for always having something good to read when I can’t sleep.
As someone who grew up in Edmonton (cafe La gare, New York bagel cafe, divine decadence, rebar days), I find such sweet comfort in these stories. I’ve since moved west but cannot tell you how much I love your stories from this period of your life.
I love this because I love a good story, but how terrifying for you. Now I'm looking up "Stabbing-Mill Creek Ravine-Alberta -1980's" because I'm like that. There are lots of that sort of thing listed and I'm turning on my alarm system now haha. In the late 70's I went to a Girl Scout camp in eastern OK where 3 girls were murdered and the case is still open. I went there many times but fortunately wasn't there when it happened. When I found out (at 11 yrs old) it changed my world, my innocence. Pure evil.
Yes! I quit Girl Scout's after 6th grade, evidently I needed to follow cool kid rules and GS wasn't cool in Jr High so didn't go to camp that summer. I had been there with my troop though a couple months before it happened.
Very powerful. While you're immersed in the world of widows and otherwise benevolent society, something dark you haven't yet met is lurking in the background. Men ruin everything, it seems like.
Of the many ravines in the city, it’s my favourite, stabbing(s) notwithstanding. I’ve spent thousands of hours down there, much of it walking alone, and no incidents. I did see a moose, once.
Spot on. This was so visceral for me.
And so….? I’m hoping that the woman survived and they freak-catchers brought that guy down. Please.
The scents and scenery that you invoke along with anecdotes about the time period transport me everytime. White Diamonds, strawberries and sugar along with Silence of the Lambs were a part of my childhood as well. Violence against women happens and we should talk about it, like you have said before, she probably knew him. I'm sorry you have that trauma. Loved this, we need stories like this. Sentimental and savage. That's life.
This is such an interesting mix of comfort and seriously disturbing. There were murders of two teenage girls a couple of miles from where I now live, when I was a teen. It was a horrible story of two girls accepting a ride, and too many details because it was a huge deal, all on the papers and our family doctor was the ME on the scene and yapped horrifying details to my mom who passed them on to someone else and I overheard. I have lived all over, and now have come to rest at this place, but I never talk about it to people, because it is such an obscene case, unsolved.
I grew up in a small New Jersey suburban town, next to a million other small suburban towns. A teenager was stabbed and killed in her house after a party, when I was 8. As teenagers we would run like hell past her house. The case remained unsolved for 25 years. Even though I lived 2,000 miles away from that town when her murderer was arrested, it gave me comfort knowing he was locked up.
Love this. You just precisely described my Italian grandmother’s apartment in nyc. I always thought everyone else’s grandmothers lived in cute little houses and wore aprons. I also fixed vcr’s as a child, and remind myself of this (and anyone in close proximity) when I can’t figure out how to do something on my computer. Thank you for always having something good to read when I can’t sleep.
Thank you for this Edmonton story!
As someone who grew up in Edmonton (cafe La gare, New York bagel cafe, divine decadence, rebar days), I find such sweet comfort in these stories. I’ve since moved west but cannot tell you how much I love your stories from this period of your life.
I love this because I love a good story, but how terrifying for you. Now I'm looking up "Stabbing-Mill Creek Ravine-Alberta -1980's" because I'm like that. There are lots of that sort of thing listed and I'm turning on my alarm system now haha. In the late 70's I went to a Girl Scout camp in eastern OK where 3 girls were murdered and the case is still open. I went there many times but fortunately wasn't there when it happened. When I found out (at 11 yrs old) it changed my world, my innocence. Pure evil.
PS You are not old! ❤️
Omg the one that Kristen Chenoweth also was supposed to go to?!
Yes! I quit Girl Scout's after 6th grade, evidently I needed to follow cool kid rules and GS wasn't cool in Jr High so didn't go to camp that summer. I had been there with my troop though a couple months before it happened.
more like this omg. this was so good
Very powerful. While you're immersed in the world of widows and otherwise benevolent society, something dark you haven't yet met is lurking in the background. Men ruin everything, it seems like.
Hey, that’s the trestle bridge in Mill Creek Ravine! I know it well. But the stabbing. Yikes.
I like near the bridge! No stabbings, yet...
MCR born and raised 🫡
Of the many ravines in the city, it’s my favourite, stabbing(s) notwithstanding. I’ve spent thousands of hours down there, much of it walking alone, and no incidents. I did see a moose, once.
It’s my favorite ravine too. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
This. Thanks for sharing.
I know this has a stabbing in it but I love it so much.