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Louis has been obsessed lately by a 33 year old unsolved murder case, reading voraciously about it online. It was the kind of murder that really rocked the Green Hills neighborhood where it happened. The police think they have found Marcia Trimble's murderer, linked though DNA evidence. The guy they fingered 33 years ago has always been the prime suspect, until now. It seems it was someone else. Louis empathizes with the wrongly accused and enjoys seen law enforcement in the wrong. So this is the kind of story he can become enamored with.
For me it is different. It is not obsession or being enamored. It is the kind of event that becomes ghostly. I had just turned 10 years old that February when 9 yr old Marcia went missing from her home, telling her mother she would be right back after she delivered some Girl Scout cookies. This took place three blocks from my God Parents house and rippled from there to shake West Nashville at its core. 33 days after Marcia dissapeared her body was found in a detatched garage under a plastic pool about 200 yards from her house. Much to the dismay of police who search the neighborhood with dogs an everything. That was Easter weekend 1975. And we were in Nashville to celebrate the holiday with family. The house with the garage where she was found strangled was located on Estes Road. It was the main corridor we took to drive from one set of grandparents to the other. The road was closed that day. My parents were emotional about it all. It made big impressions on my mind. To this day I rarely drive down Estes without glancing at the house where Marcia's body was found and not think how did that happen right here in quiet Green Hills? Outside of the million dollar cluster homes and raise and re-build, the neighborhood has not changed that much since then.
I'm also reminded that this was THE event that took "free range kids" out of Nashville. Children I personally knew told me how they no longer walked to school or went anywhere unsupervised. The lecture of "don't talk to strangers" was magnified ten-fold. And it is a paranoia that parents my age still carry. It is the sole reason my neighbor, about 8 houses down, won't let her son ride his bike unsupervised to our house to play with my son. And, admittetly, I am only comfortable when my kids are alone playing in the back yard. I don't allow them to play alone in the front yard. And I am a picture window away from activites.
These random events happen every day. How do you know when to loosen the reigns? How do you give street smarts while not projecting to be afraid of everything? Do you ask for simple things like "don't walk anywhere alone at night." Do you show how to hold your keys to be used as a weapon of necessary? Put mace key chains in the Christmas stocking? Teaching them how to think, how to be confident, how not to present themselves as a victim can go just as far. How well do we all asses danger? And how well do we asses when we are overreacting to random events we cannot control? Marcia was delivering cookies in her neighborhood, the epitomy of safe.
Interviews with children who grew up on the street where the Trimble murder took place finds more than half have experience mental illness and have not moved beyond the event, still living at home or flipping burgers. Is it the event or the reaction to the event that creates the burden of traumatic stress? Are there "free range" reactions to tragedy that can keep the range free?
I have no way to relate yet to the pain and worry of a teen out with friends and not showing up on time. The time of worry will come. Scared for them. Happy for them. Excited in their discovery in new-found freedom. Hoping that freedom will give some appreciation to all they have at home. And hoping that they will return home often so I can cook and celebrate their visit. Praying they will be safe in the innerum while haunted by the ghost of Marcia.
My Father-in law just sent me this. Thought it was worth posting.
"Corrupted by wealth and power, your government is like a restaurant with only one dish. They've got a set of Republican waiters on one side and a set of Democratic waiters on the other side. But no matter which set of waiters brings you the dish, the legislative grub is all prepared in the same Wall Street kitchen" - Huey Long
If you could get everyone in the world to change their behavior in one way, what would you have them do differently?
Submitted by Ross.
I would change how humans judge each other. Listen and judge based on the individual person not on a stereotype or preconceived ideas about someone based on the color of their skin or how expensive their shoes are. Shed the consumerism of symbolism. We might get better politicians that way. You think Abe Lincoln could get elected today? Humans can be so shallow and nearsighted. I'm sure there are many brilliant people out there capable of solving many world problems.. But, the curse of social awkwardness will never reveal their talents. Damn, if they only had the right hair cut, the right shoes. Maybe then somebody would listen.
