Mary Boyle is a famous Irish missing child: she vanished in 1977 at the age of six, while walking from her uncle’s farm to a neighbor’s home. We have a pretty good idea as to what she’d look like if she were still alive today, because she has an identical twin. However, Mary is presumed dead.
Well, the police — the New York City police at that — are now saying they know know who killed Mary and they know where her body is.
Me — well, I hope they’re right but I’m not holding my breath. I’ve seen a lot of “We’ve almost solved such-and-such ancient case!” things deflate and fade from the headlines.
When I was in the library today I saw this in the new books display: Hands Through Stone: How Clarence Ray Allen Masterminded Murder from Behind Folsom’s Prison Walls by James A. Ardaiz. I wrote about Allen on Executed Today, but the book might be of interest to Charley Project people because, when he ordered the murders that lead to his death sentence, Allen was doing life for the MWAB case of Mary Sue Kitts. She disappeared in 1974, back when most prosecutors operated under a “no body, no murder” policy. Whoever prosecuted her case took a big risk, and won.
The other murders Allen was convicted of were actually related to Mary’s case. He ordered hits on the witnesses who’d testified against him in the Kitts trial. I am against the death penalty, as I’ve said before. But I will say that Clarence Ray Allen is the kind of person the death penalty is designed for: an incredibly dangerous individual whose violence cannot be stopped even if you lock them up forever.
I didn’t check out the book, but I thought I’d mention it here in case any of y’all want to read it. It’s probably very interesting, but I have to prioritize my reading right now.
Next summer, Mary will have been missing for forty years.
And my belated missing person of the week is Cindy Marilyn Ray, a four-month-old baby who disappeared in 1989 under, shall we say, very odd circumstances. I have looked online for her mother, who could very well be alive and have a Facebook page or something, but I can’t find her and the name “Janine Ray” is not helping.
I doubt Cindy is alive today. But there’s always that chance.
Shya Chittaley, the woman I stayed with when I was in Cleveland last year getting my headaches treated, whose mad skillz at yoga left me gaping at her, has passed on. She died on March 31 and the cremation is today. She was 97.
It was a life well-lived. She married, had two children and had two careers, one of them as an internationally recognized paleobotanist (that’s the study of fossilized plants). She didn’t retire till she was 95 and lived independently till she was 96. I hope I have an old age like she did.
…and I was busy all day and had a nasty virus (infecting the computer for once, not me) that prevented me from updating all evening.
It’s finally gone but it’s after midnight now and I’m feeling grumpy and out of sorts. I’m going to bed. Maybe I’ll do MP of the week after I wake up.