A highlight from Case 192: The Sodder Children


Returned home following her shift at the local dollar store on Christmas Eve in 1945. 17 year old Marion handed out gifts she had bought from work to her younger siblings, who persuaded their parents to George and Jenny to let them open a few early. The family of 12 had an extra raisin to celebrate Christmas that year. World War II had ended only three months prior. It wouldn't be long before the sodders second oldest son Joseph, who had been serving in the U.S. Army. Returned home to Fayetteville, West Virginia. As the night wore on, two of the older sodder sons, John and George junior retired to bed. They had spent the day helping their father with work and were tired. The pair headed up into the attic, which was used as a space for the many solar children to sleep. The attic was divided into two rooms and accessible via a set of stairs. George senior also went to bed at this time in the master bedroom on the main floor. His wife followed shortly thereafter at around ten 30 p.m., taking their three year old daughter Sylvia with her. The other sodder children, Morris, Martha, Lewis, Jenny, and Betty, continued to play with their new toys. Marian lay on the couch, keeping an eye on the youngsters, who ranged from 5 to 14 years old. At about 1230 a.m., Jenny worked to the sound of the telephone ringing in her husband's study next to the master bedroom. She got up to answer it and was met on the lawn by a woman whose voice she didn't recognize. In the background, when the sounds of laughing and chat op and of glass clinking. The color asked for someone who didn't reside at the sodar residence. When Jenny told her, she had the wrong number, the woman laughed, strangely, before hanging up. As she left the study, Jenny realized the lights were still on in the family room, where the children had been playing. The front door was also unlocked. Usually the job of the last family member to go to bed, Jenny walked past a Marion who was sleeping on the sofa and locked the door and turned off the lights. Assuming all her other children were asleep in the attic, Jenny went back to bed. A lot sleeper. Jenny was disrupted again, 30 minutes later, at around one a.m. on Christmas morning. What sounded like a hard rub a bowl landed on the tar and wood roof of the family's cottage. At rolled down the roof, then there was silence. Exhausted, Jenny ignored the

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