Wednesday, July 19, 2017

A SMALL TOWN MURDER


NORMAN  V.  KELLY

 

 

There was a time in Peoria, Illinois when folks did not lock their doors. First and foremost the folks I am talking about had nothing to steal because their possessions were a bit meager. Secondly, there was a small, hometown feeling about Peoria but of course all that changed drastically over the years. Over in towns like Eureka and Lacon, just to name a couple of small towns, folks didn’t bother to lock their doors either. In small towns all over America, things were a bit more laid back: folks were friendlier, less suspicious than the people in larger cities like Peoria, Illinois. If you read the story of Pam Scott in Lawn Ridge, you got my meaning. All that quaintness changed that morning of March 7, 2002 once the news spread around Eureka, Illinois. Folks not only started locking their doors but their very lives changed forever.

 

It was three in the morning when the young man arrived outside the house he was looking for.  He was only seventeen and should have been home in bed. At first he stood looking at the house then with a quick glance down the street he walked quietly to the front door which he found unlocked. His intention was to “borrow” some videos from the lady that resided there. The fact that the entire town was asleep apparently never dawned on him. Once inside the living room, he stood for a moment before making his way to the room that contained the tapes. With the light on he nonchalantly flipped through the available tapes selecting two videos, “Romeo and Juliet” and perhaps prophetically, “Bad Boys.”

He thought that he would just take them, watch them and bring them back. After all, he knew the woman and was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind. The stillness in the house was broken by a sound. The young man’s heart leaped. Alarmed by what he had heard or thought he had heard he quickly moved to the kitchen where he slowly opened a cabinet drawer from which he extracted a kitchen knife. In fact he took two of them just to be safe.

 

Moving swiftly, he walked toward the source of the sound, which happened to be the bedroom of the lady of the house. As he got to the door it swung open revealing the terrified woman. Instantly he stuck out at her with one of the knives, stabbing the terrified woman in the stomach. The lady flailed out at her attacker with her open hand slapping him on the face. Enraged the intruder slashed and stabbed her over and over again. When she fell to the bed fatally wounded the young killer cupped his victim’s head in his hands “Good-bye bitch.”

 

Before he left the house he hid one of the knives deep down inside the living room sofa.  He then ran to the bathroom taking off his blue leather jacket to wash his hands. After he left the immediate area he discarded the jacket once he discovered it was drenched with his victim’s blood. About four in the morning he went home snug in his bed. He’d been out of an institution in Iowa just a day or so and it was good to be sleeping in his own bedroom. That feeling of security didn’t last however and one of the first people to notice his strange behavior was the young man’s father. Things were about to drastically change for our young killer.

 

                         WHAT’S  WRONG  WITH  MY  MOM?

 

Coty, nine-year-old son of the victim got out of bed that school morning, Wednesday, March 7, 2002, to find his mom. Like all kids in the morning, he needed to know was what’s for breakfast, things

that only mothers seem to know about. From the room in the basement where he had slept he walked upstairs to his mother’s bedroom and that’s when he discovered his mother there on her bed. I doubt if any person could describe the horror of that moment…why try? Coty ran to the telephone and called 911 repeatedly but got no answer. He then called the Davenport Elementary School to report the horrible news. Someone there notified police and soon the house was just another crime scene.

 

The Eureka Police Department along with investigators from the Illinois State Police immediately began the minute investigation of the house and surrounding area. Coroner Tim Ruestman of Woodford County took charge of the body, telling reporters that he did not know how long the woman had been dead “It’s definitely a murder,” he said. The coroner ordered an autopsy for Thursday and said they would know about the circumstances of her death later.

 

Curious neighbors and other folks from Eureka took the news with a shake of the head and the usual comments, “Unbelievable!” “My God, not here in Eureka.” Some folks stood across the street from the gray, single-story house watching the investigators come and go as the state and local police cars parked along the curb. A killer had come to Eureka and had killed a mother of three and the horrific news was just starting to spread.

 

                                   THE  MOTHER  OF  THREE

 

Cherie L. Gillson was the lady that was found dead inside her home at 409 W. Court, a thirty-four-year-old woman, divorced mother of three children, going to wear… but only Coty lived with her. Her ex husband was a local sheriff’s deputy

named Robert Gillson. The couple had divorced and since then Mrs. Gillson had had her financial woes. The very day of her autopsy she was to start work at Dollar General in Eureka, Illinois as a cashier. Another terrible blow to her was the bank’s foreclosure on her home there on Court. She held a part-time job as a substitute bus monitor for the Congerville-Eureka-Goodfield school system working also for elderly people in Eureka. Cherie was a hard-working, dedicated mother and now she was gone.

 

           “She was a wonderful person, very upbeat and personable,”                                                              

             said Robert Hodge manager of the Dollar General. “She was

             really excited about starting. I was looking forward to having

             her because she looked like she’d be a good employee.”

                 

Cherie used to live in Metamora and over the past few months had had a run of bad fortune. Robert and Cherie Gillson were divorced on October 24, according to records, and Robert moved to Goodfield. The couple had two

children from the marriage. The mortgage company added to her burden by filling a foreclosure notice on her property so she faced an uncertain future as to where to house herself and her son. Mrs. Gillson also had on her mind the court date for her DUI ticket she received on November 12, 2001.

                 

The folks that knew Cherie thought the world of her and putting aside their own fears they talked about her always in a positive manner. Sheriff Ernie Bigelow knew her through his deputy, but he told the press that Cherie “Had a glow about her that would light up a room. She was very outgoing and had a nice personality, saying ‘hi’ to you even from across the room.”

 

The sheriff knew her also because of her part-time job as a bus monitor.

“She made a big impression on my son and touched the lives of a lot of officers. She often cooked breakfast for the men coming off of third-shift.”

 

Over at the Hawk Gas Station in Metamora, Judy Bohn told reporters Cherie used to work at Hawks “She treated everybody the same, always bubbly and friendly.”

 

The last time anyone had seen Cherie Gillson was when she was eating dinner with her son over at Hodel’s, a restaurant not far from her home.

Even with her financial problems such as the bankruptcy, the foreclosure and the death of her father in February, Cherie always managed a smile for anyone that spoke to her. Besides her son Coty, she still managed to stay in touch with her other sons, Joseph, and fourteen-year-old Jeffrey. For the people that knew Cherie, the loss would be with them for the rest of their lives.

 

                              THE  SEARCH  FOR  A  KILLER

 

After hour upon hour of questioning and following tips, the one big tip came in from a source rarely heard from in a murder investigation.  That was the   parents of the killer, in this case, more specifically, the father.

 

It was Monday, March 19, 2002 when the local folks heard the news from the Woodford County Journal that a teenage boy had been arrested in connection with the murder of Cherie Gillson. State’s Attorney Mike Stroh told Steve Silverman, the Journal’s reporter, that they had in custody David Stafford, a seventeen-year-old young man that lived in Enchanted Gardens in Eureka, Illinois. The SA reported that his office had charged the young man with five counts of first-degree murder. The charges had all kinds of nuances having to do with degrees of murder. A burglary charge was attached to the murder charges as well. Due to the suspect’s age the death penalty could not be sought by Stroh’s office. Judge John Huschen set the boy’s bond at $100,000.00, appointing young Stafford a public defender to represent him in the upcoming hearings and trial.

 

David Stafford’s neighbor, Pam Maxwell told reporters “I never met him but I knew he was weird.” It was Stafford’s father Robert Stafford who had given the call to the police that finally broke the case. His dad told the police and later the Woodford County Journal that his son “Had been acting very strangely lately.”

 

Silverman reported that Stroh told the press that Bob Stafford got suspicious of his son when the boy shaved his mustache and had episodes of uncontrollable crying. Based on the tip from the father police interviewed

David Stafford and from that interview the confession was made that Stafford had killed and fondled Cherie Gillson.

 

The investigation revealed that Stafford had known Mrs. Gillson from her bus monitoring employment. David’s father told the SA’s office that his son knew the woman and thought that she was ‘Nice.’  David had even dropped in on Cherie when he was driving around practicing for his driver’s license. “He was apparently very fond of her,” commented the state’s attorney. 

 

David Stafford told the SA that he killed Gillson because “He was afraid he would get caught and she could identify him.” Silverman continued his report outlining what he had been told by the state’s attorney.

 

David Stafford entered the home on Court Street through an unlocked door with the intention of borrowing some videotapes. He was startled by a noise, which he went to investigate after he had armed himself with a knife. When

he came upon Mrs. Gillson he stabbed her in the chest, slashed her face, arms, wrists and other parts of her body. He then went on to tell the SA in his confession that she died after he fondled her.

 

Stafford’s jacket and his gloves were found near the Gillson home, which proved to be a valuable find. Police then searched the Stafford home finding several things that would later be used in the murder trial of David Stafford, who now faced up to sixty years if convicted. In David Stafford’s bedroom closet the stolen videotapes were found in a suitcase belonging to Stafford.

 

                               THE  CORONER’S  INQUEST

 

On June the sixth, D Day for all you oldsters, the coroner held the inquest over the body of Cherie Gillson calling a forensic pathologist, Scott Denten to the stand. Denten, acting as the coroner’s physician, told the jury that the victim had suffered 45 wounds all over her body. He also pointed out that the wound that had actually ended her life was a broad, deep cut to her upper abdomen. That knife thrust entered the body with an upper motion that

pierced Mrs. Gillson’s liver, diaphragm and lung. The expert went on to describe multiple stab and slashes to the victim’s face, head, ears, neck, back, legs, ankles, arms and hands.

 

Coroner Ruestman explained to the jury: “Those were from her trying to kick at or struggle with her attacker.” Reading into the record, the coroner also told the jury that the lady was not raped and that her blood-alcohol level was a low 0.031 percent. Chief Misner told the jury that he had found Cherie Gillson lying on her back on her bed in her bedclothes with her feet on the floor. The chief went on to describe to the jury the scene and that he had found pieces of a butcher knife on the floor just inside the door of an office near the victim’s bedroom.

The wooden handle had separated from the knife and was found near the knife blade. For the record the coroner concluded with the fact that Cherie was pronounced dead at 7:30 that morning but that she had been dead at least two hours. The jury came back with a verdict that Cherie Gillson’s death was a homicide and the usual recommendation to apprehend the person responsible for the death was made.

 

                                THE  FUROR  DIES  DOWN

 

Like all shocking murders in large and small communities, life goes on and people must move on to their normal lives. For the loved ones of the victim the ache is there, but the sharp stabbing pains at the heart subside. It was that way in Eureka, Illinois as well. JW Shults and his reliable reporters occasionally had a short story to tell, like this one.

 

Stafford Made Escape Plan.     JW Shults went on to tell his readers that

the defense attorney Dan Harrod reported that his client now l8, “Has exhibited unusual and bizarre behavior” since being jailed for Gillson’s

murder. The defense attorney is asking the judge for a hearing so that he might file a motion to have his client seen by another psychologist. As part

of the motion, Mr. Harrod indicated that his client had an escape plan that included using his broken glasses as a weapon.

 

The motion included reports that Stafford had covered his cell window with shaving cream and wrapped his hands in a towel and repeatedly struck the concrete walls with his fists. Mr. Harrod stated that the strange behavior

might suggest that his client was not fit to stand trial. Young Stafford had been previously seen in June by a psychologist that had at that time reported him fit for trial.

 

At the hearing Harrod argued the specifics in his motion before the court, but Judge Huschen, after hearing from both sides, denied the motion and

set the trial for August 18, 2002, with a pre-trial date of July 7.

 

Some excitement was raised when the Eureka newspaper told its readers in a small headline:   “Bloody Knife Found Six Months Later.” That caught the eye of the locals and a new round of interest in the case began on October 12, 2002, after the murder trial had been postponed. The new trial date was to be October 21, 2002, but Harrod moved for a continuance after he discovered that police had recovered yet another knife in the sofa at the Gillson’s home.

That was six months after the murder and the defense only just learned about the discovery. Records showed that there were no fingerprints on the second knife. However, tests revealed that the preliminary tests were positive for the victim’s blood.

 

Eureka Police Chief, Al Misner, told reporters that the knife was found by some people moving furniture out of Gillson’s home. They took the knife from the sofa and set it on a porch railing where a police officer picked it up and turned it over to the state’s attorney. “It is hard to believe it was just sticking in the cushions because we picked up the cushions,” the chief said.

At the scene of the murder Misner reported finding a bloody butcher knife with a broken handle. Police are usually content with one murder weapon and Stafford never mentioned any second knife in his confessions and talks to the investigators.

 

So the delay of a trial is commonplace in murder trials, this one was certainly no different. JW Shults wrote an interesting article about the young killer, David Stafford, after the trial. Here are a few parts of that very well written article.

 

                                A CHILD BORN TO KILL

 

While most 8-year-olds want to grow up to be a doctor or astronaut or president, David wanted to grow up to be a murderer. He got his wish.

Woodford County State’s Attorney Mike Stroh said “It almost appears as if David Stafford was born to kill.”

 

JW went on to tell his readers about a psychological report from a children’s

home when David was eight years old.

              “He likes to play that he is stabbing people, and when

                he grows up he wants to be a murderer.”

 

The article went on to reveal Stafford’s early years, a chilling, gripping piece that must have put a few goose bumps on his reader’s skin. David Stafford was released from an Iowa Institution a day or so before his murder of Cherrie Gillson. JW went on to quote David’s attorney Dan Harrod.

 

                     “The State of Iowa essentially washed its hands

                       of David Stafford failing to give him proper

                       treatment.”

 

The state’s attorney had his own version of the defendant. “Did the

system fail David Stafford? Maybe,” said Stroh, “But Stafford knows

exactly the difference between right and wrong. David Stafford chooses to ignore right and wrong. Stop worrying about failing the next David Stafford and start worrying about failing the next Cherie Gillson.”

 

                       EUREKA  GETS  ITS  MURDER TRIAL

 

Monday morning all roads led to the regal old courthouse in Eureka, Illinois for the murder trial of young David Stafford. Behind the scene the defense and the prosecution presented pretrial motions to Judge John Huschen. One involved whether or not Coty, the youngest son of Cherie Gillson would be allowed to testify. The only way to solve a problem of that magnitude was for the judge to meet with the youngster to determine for himself. The judge allowed a temporary motion to stop the boy from testifying until a hearing could be had. The judge soon concluded that the youngster was capable of understanding and telling the truth. Coty would testify! The drama surrounding the testimony of a young man that had discovered his mother’s bloody body cannot be over estimated.

 

The judge ruled that four music CD’s found in Stafford’s bedroom would be allowed as evidence. Harrod argued that they were obtained without a proper search warrant. Monday, the first day of the trial, managed to clear up all the loose ends. Tuesday morning the opening arguments would be heard by a jury of seven men and five women. The big show was ready to proceed and once the courtroom settled down, and the judge was seated, the murder trial of David Stafford began.

 

                             WE’RE  READY  YOUR  HONOR

 

For the People was Woodford County State’s Attorney Mike Stroh along with Michael Vujovich an appellate prosecutor. Representing David Stafford was Attorney Dan Harrod. The opening arguments allowed the two sides to tell the jury what it was they hoped to prove, it wasn’t evidence, but it sure as hell gave a preview of what was to come. The jury was attentive, their eyes riveted to the lawyers, only occasionally did they glance over at the young defendant.

 

“Call your first witness counselor.” Methodically the case against Stafford was paraded before the jury. The jury was told through witnesses and exhibits that Stafford’s fingerprints were discovered on the two videotape boxes found at the scene of the murder. Harrod countered that his client had been in the home before and those prints did not mean a thing. 

 

Dramatically, Dr. Denton, the medical examiner, told the jury that Cherie Gillson had up to 55 wounds on her body from the killer’s attack.  With graphic detail he told the jury of the cuts across the victim’s face, through her nose and through the jugular vein. Along with other expert witnesses the prosecution admitted into evidence a blue leather jacket found a few blocks from the murder scene. The real terrorizing and dramatic testimony came Wednesday when the prosecutors played Stafford’s taped confession to the crowded courtroom. The horror of the assault became crystal clear as the young killer’s voice filled the room.

 

                                      THE  CONFESSION

 

The statement the detectives took from the suspect was recorded on Saint Patrick’s Day, and as it rolled on the detectives became more and more irritated with the witness. They urged the suspect to divulge more information about his involvement in the killing of Cherie Gillson. One of the state investigators, Joe Spindle told the young man that he was withholding information and pleaded with him to be more truthful and forthcoming. Stafford finally admitted that he had entered the Gillson home through an unlocked front door about three the morning of the murder.

    

                   “I heard something,” the witness told investigators. “I

                     grabbed a knife…it scared me.”

 

The jury leaned forward and some spectators cocked their heads to hear as the killer admitted how he had killed Cherie Gillson. After he heard the sound, and with the knife in his hands, he discovered Cherie in her bedroom doorway. He told the jury that he panicked and lashed out at her with the knife. ( No mention of a ‘second knife’.)

 

                “I said ‘Oh God’ and she slapped me and it set me off.

                  I did not want to kill her,” Stafford said, as his voice

                  lowered on the tape. “That was not my intention or

                  anything else. I stood there in shock, I can’t believe

                  I did this.  She was saying ‘Help me!’”

 

As folks shook their heads, anguish showed on the faces of not only the jurors, but many of the spectators as well as the incriminating tape continued to roll.

 

                  “I basically told her there was nothing I could do,

                    and she was on her own, and she was gone.”

 

The tape went on to say that Stafford had walked home trying to be careful

to avoid detection. Once he got home he took a shower and went to bed.

 

Other evidence was put on by expert witnesses including the blue jacket with the victim’s blood on it and testimony concerning fingerprints at the scene of the murder.

 

                               HEART-RENDING  DRAMA

 

Hearts were tugged at when the young son, Coty, now only ten went on the stand to tell about his discovery of his dead mother. The young man was solemn but composed as he answered questions put to him by the prosecutor.

He told the jury that he had slept in a basement bedroom, and that he had heard nothing during the night to awaken him. He went upstairs to his mother’s dark bedroom and found her lying on her back on her bed.

 

       “I tried to wake her up again and she didn’t wake up. I yelled,

       ‘mom it’s time to get up.’ I looked over and saw a broken

        blade. I called 911 five times and they didn’t answer.”

 

More evidence from the defendant shocked many of the jurors and spectators as well. Stafford, according to testimony actually set his clock for 2:00 a.m. so that he could walk over to the Gillson’s home to “borrow” some videos. Apparently he was allowed to borrow tapes before, but to set out at two in the morning aroused suspicion in the minds of the jurors. Mike Stroh told the jury “Stafford grabbed a kitchen knife and assaulted Gillson. That set him off into a violent rage. Cherie still tried to fight…but the defendant kept slashing.” Stroh hesitated, walked toward the jury “He then lay on the bed next to Cherrie and fondled her. In her dying breath she asked, ‘What did I do?’ The killer’s answer to the dying woman was ‘Everything.’ The last words that Cherrie Gillson would ever hear were ‘Good bye bitch!’”

 

Almost unprecedented was the testimony of Stafford’s father, Bob Stafford. It is rare indeed for a parent to not only turn their loved one over to the police but to aid in the prosecution…unheard of to say the least. With dignity and the admiration of the people that listened, Bob Stafford helped convict his son. He knew that he had to stop this young man from killing anyone else…it was his duty and he did it. His heart broke…he cried, but he managed somehow to get through the ordeal.                                      

 

Mr. Stafford contacted Sheriff Ernie Bigelow and told him that he suspected his very own son in the murder of Cherie Gillson. “David told me

that he had murdered Cherie Gillson. He couldn’t explain why, he

couldn’t tell me why.” He went on to add that his son started acting in a strange manner, which caused him to finally confront his son. “I told David

that you guys were good people and that you would not hurt him. I told

him to be honest and tell the truth.”

 

J. Rassi who shared a cell with Stafford told the jury that Stafford confessed to him that he had killed Mrs. Gillson. “I talked to him a little bit about it almost everyday. He was crying at night and wanted to write a letter to the kids.”

 

DNA experts matched the blood and that brought a round of cross-examination from the defense. Mr. Harrod also put on as a defense witness, Trooper Joe Spidle concerning the mental state of Stafford after he was arrested. The trooper ended the discussion with  “ I found him to be

very articulate.” Testimony about the second knife found in the couch was interesting as Sgt. Michael Oyer testified that the couch was thoroughly searched and that they used it to place the rest of the evidence upon it.

That knife was found in September and the blood on it matched that of the deceased.

 

                                THE  JURY  DELIBERATES

 

It took the Woodford County Jury all of twenty-five minutes to convict 18-year-old David Stafford for the murder of Cherie Gillson. Cherie’s brother

Jay Miller, told newspaper reporters “I am very pleased that the family will see some closure and hopefully Cherrie can rest in peace knowing that justice has been done.”

 

Jay went on to praise Bob Stafford for his testimony. “I thought it took a real man to do what he did. If he hadn’t come forward we might never have known who killed Cherie.”

 

                                STAFFORD  IS  SENTENCED

 

It was October 6, 2003 when the court reconvened for the sentencing phase of the murder trial. These are full-blown open court hearings and if the defendant has a friend in the world this is the time to have them step forward. There was none in this case.

 

Everyone took a shot at the Iowa officials that washed their hands of David Stafford, and Judge Huschen let the people know quickly where his mind was. “I am appalled by the State of Iowa in their treatment of David Stafford. Why they didn’t do anything surely isn’t addressed in any of the reports.”

 

Testimony and arguments from both sides were presented and Harrod asked the court for a sentence of twenty to sixty years. Mike Stroh addressed the court. “It almost appears David Stafford was born to kill. These reports indicate that David Stafford has been a violent, dangerous person for the better part of his life. If given the chance, he would do it again.”

 

The judge then spoke about the murder as “Too senseless and too vicious to allow for anything short of the maximum sentence.” Judge John Huschen then sentenced the defendant David Stafford to life in prison. 

 

Cherie’s family, while very upset with the Iowa authorities, accepted the verdict. Jay Miller spoke for the family when he told reporters “It brings closure in the sense that another family won’t have to go through this by his hand. It is still something I’ll think about everyday. Closure for me personally will take time.”

Editor’s Note:   Norm Kelly is a Peoria Historian and author of many books available in the local libraries.  He welcomes your comments.     norman.kelly@sbcglobal.net

 

                                             

A MAP TO MAYHEM


NORMAN  V.  KELLY


Second &  Fisher   Streets in south end of Peoria, Illinois, known as the west prairie was the scene of a dual hanging in 1851,  Williams and Brown, witnessed by over 15,000 people, January 15, 1851.

 

Hamilton Blvd.       Across the street from Peoria County Courthouse was the site of the Grand Old Peoria Opera House.  Beautiful building, 1882-1909.  ( Peoria County parking lot.)

 

Hamilton Blvd.         Across the street from courthouse was the site of the infamous Peoria County Jail.    The jail had a built in trap door used as a gallows. 6 men were executed by hanging in that building.

 

Main & Jefferson        ‘New’ Peoria County Courthouse.  Tried killer Richard Speck there.  The old courthouse scene of many notorious murder trials.

 

Spring & Glendale       Murder of  Harvey Hewitt by first ‘Buggy hi-jackers’

Two of the killers were hanged…murder in 1850.

 

208 Pecan     Scene of a brutal murder of Artie Hinkle, by her husband Joseph Hinkle in 1901. He was hanged inside our courthouse 2-28-1902.

 

509 Monson St.     Scene of the terrible murder of  Artie Slagel Botts by her husband Charles Otis Botts,  1-5-1905.  He was hanged in the courthouse.  June 15, 1905.

 

Morton Square    A small park area in the near north side which at one time housed a small Mexican ‘colony.’  Joe Ortez, known as Mexican Joe, shot Virgil Hill in the face on March 12, 1925.  Moments later he shot Enilian Matinez four times, killing her.  Hill survived.  Ortez was the last person hanged in the county jail.

 

Springdale Cemetery     Very near the old entrance in a creek bed, lying  nude over a log, a cemetery worker found the body of  teenager Mildred Hallmark.  The date was  June 16, 1935.  

 

1100 E Maywood    That was Mildred Hallmark’s  home.  Gerald Thompson lived at  805  Maryland.  Thompson was tried for murder and found guilty.  He was executed by electric chair in Joliet on 10-14-1935.

 

807 Stratford Dr.  Home of Flavel Feuger, BU student.  He was car-jacked at Franklin and Jefferson 12-3-1947.  Huge manhunt. Body found near Dixon Mounds. 

 

2224 S Adams…  The home of convicted Killer, Herman Weber, who killed Flavel Feuger….,  Herman Weber… He was executed in the electric chair in Joliet on  9-16-1948.

 

Nebraska and Sterling     Constable Arthur Smith was ambushed and killed at that corner investigating a car theft. The date was June 12, 1922. His name is on the park district monument for fallen officers. Only constable killed in Peoria.

 

107 E. Glen    That was in Peoria heights…the birth of WMBD by Fred Kahler…first radio show and first on air of WMBD…2-2-1927.

 

Spring and Adams       Officer Arthur Aiello killed at that corner in first open touring police car the city had.  8-29-1929.

 

201  W.  McClure        Home of Clyde and Cora Garrison. Well-known casino owner and gambler in town.  On October, 1930 men with guns stopped Clyde as he got out of his car at home.  Cora was killed by a bullet to the head and Clyde was seriously injured. 

 

3301  SW Adams   Larson’ barbershop where a big shoot out caused the death of Detective Robert Moran, the death of Guy West the bad guy and injury of a customer.  The date was  11-13-1933.

 

Peoria City Hall      David Roe shot and killed his wife Wilma then killed himself on the second floor of the city hall, April 1936.

 

1820 N. Madison        January 18, 1938, Anton  ‘Tony’  Miller was gunned down in his backyard by unknown killers.  Added to the ‘gangster’ reputation of Peoria.

 

AG LAB   Nebraska and University.  Nationally know lab, in 1941 was selected to learn how to produce mass quantities of Penicillin.  Save thousands and thousands of lives.

 

3900 Farmington Road,  2-21-1946 Frank Kramer was killed, ‘Gangland Style’ one of the three murders in Peoria that gave us our gangster reputation.

 

City Hall, Peoria, Illinois on September 3, 1946, Mayor Triebel STOPPED gambling in the city of Peoria, Illinois.

 

CITY HALL MURDER   David  and a lady worked Peoria  Kelly  know anything about it

 

Big Hollow Road near the bridge, 10-25-1946, Phillip Stump was killed in a gangland style shoot out  that also wounded his passenger. Notorious ‘gangster’ killing that helped ruin Peoria’s reputation.

 

200 High Street, near his home at 100 Moss Avenue, March 10, 1947, Internationally known Peorian and railroad man, George McNear was shot by an unknown assassin.  He was struck 6 times by a shotgun blast near his home.

 

Bradley Park, May 1947, near the tennis courts, the Park Bandit, struck again. He killed Oliver Baker while she sat in a car.  He had been notorious in Peoria, and after the killing he disappeared.

 

Entrance to Glen Oak Park, July 1947, infamous ‘Snooks’ Gordon got into a fight with a man and killed him.  Big trial in Peoria, he was acquitted.  Snooks was a well-known gambler in Peoria.

 

8-26-1947, South side Market, 5800 S Adams.  Officer John Cusson was shot and killed.  He died in the line of duty,

 

1026 N. Jefferson….Home of Peoria’s most famous Mayor, elected 11 times and served twenty-four years.  Died December 1947, age 85.  Also lived across the street  what   25?

 

A MAN OF MUSIC


NORMAN  V.  KELLY

 
In the 1960’S young couples like my wife and I would go to dinner some place in town and then go to a ‘piano bar,’ with friends and that was about it.  Once kids came along we were lucky to get out very often.  Jim’s Steak House was a good place to eat which was located on North Adams.  When we arrived for our reservation we sat next to three teenage kids, and talked a bit with them.  A pretty lady stood in front of a mike and introduced those three kids by pointing to them and saying, “Ladies and gentlemen please welcome The Forty-Second Street Auxiliary Choir!”  We thought it was a joke and we certainly knew what a choir was, but they scrambled up on the little stage, packing their string instruments and stood up there grinning at us for a moment before they started singing.  Well, they blew us away and we have been friends with them since that fun night.  It was in fact a trio; Bob Applegate, Tom Burton and the subject of this article, the man of music himself, Barry Cloyd.

Barry was all of fourteen and he likes to talk about his experience playing in a place that served alcohol, and where he learned an awful lot about making a living as an entertainer. “Norm I remember you and your wife and friends coming into Jims. I will admit it was a strange environment for kids but we usually only played until ten at night. I remember one night right in the middle of one of our sets a man came running in from the front of the place.  We learned he had been over at Suzie’s, a bar next door. Well, he ran right past us followed by a very irate, scary lady carrying a pair of scissors and both heading for the kitchen. We just kept singing as they raced through the place.  It was not long after that that the restaurant was loaded with police officers.  We soon learned that she had stabbed the man to death.  We kept that little trio together for about a year and being kids, we loved that wild nightlife scene I can tell you that.”

Music, guitars and singing have been a major part of Barry’s life since he picked up his first guitar at age six. “I played during my Hines Grade School days, and when I was very young I wrote a song that my mother had copyrighted.  I thought I was a big shot over that.  I liked to play in front of people and enjoyed the little plays we put on at Hines.  I learned to yodel at that time and taught my friend Rob Pyle to yodel.  I would play the guitar and we would yodel and sing. We were a big hit.”

Barry graduated from Richwoods High School appearing in a lot of plays and active in the Assemblies the staff put on. He loved the Choir and especially enjoyed his role in “How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying. “I was a member of The Young Folk here and that was a lot of fun.  There must have been fifty kids in that group and it was directed by Dirk McGinnis and Choreographed by Gene Holmes. I learned a lot about presentation, music and entertainment and still have friends from that group.”

Barry went on to Milliken University majoring in Music Education, leaving after a year and a half.  “I was number seventeen in the draft and the Viet Nam War was still going on so I decided to enlist for three years so that I would have some say as to what I would do while I was in the Army. I ended up in Germany as a Missile Crewman in the mountains over there driving a massive truck carrying a nuclear Pershing Missile that could carry a 10 megaton warhead. I was not crazy about the army but I had my guitar, my music and my wife so I lived pretty well.”

Once out of the army Cloyd and his wife went out to Los Angeles to see if he could make it out there as an entertainer.  He made a demo record there and went around to studios and clubs to see if he could get some bookings and maybe get a recording contract. “I played at some pretty good places out there but I got shot down. Later we had a daughter named Ashley and I realized that I had to get some work but I never gave up my dream to be a full-time entertainer.  I worked at Montgomery Wards, sold new and used cars, and drove a concrete truck for five years. I spent a lot of years in marketing as an executive, but you know Norm I was never really a happy person.  After my divorce I decided that I was finally going to break free and put forth all my energy into making a living as a full-time musician, singer and song writer:  and that is exactly what I did.  I feel fulfilled today and realize that I made the decision that was best for me. I owe a lot to folks that helped me and I am very grateful for my time spent with Corn Stock and Peoria Players. I had great support from my parents and the early encouragement I received from them drives me to this day keeping my commitment as strong as it was the day I began living my dream.

One day I met Mr. Brian “Fox” Ellis and my fate was sealed.  We have written a ton of songs, plays and shows together connected with the Prairie Folklore Theatre and the River Boat. We both love to entertain and I have lived my dream for sixteen years doing at least 175 shows a year and we have written a vast amount of music together.  I have an agent now but do my own bookings and a lot of self promoting to keep busy. It is indeed a labor of love.”

Barry Cloyd, a true man of music, is still out there traveling much of the United States, and has been from Ireland to the Caribbean, playing fairs, colleges, concerts and River Boats. “Norm my latest CD, which is my 10th release is called “Southland” and is available. The life I chose can be long and arduous with long trips in lonely cars, and second rate motels, but it is a life I love. Truth is it is the only thing that I have ever wanted to do. Barry would love to hear from you, just e-mail him at barryc1025@aol.com

EDITOR’S NOTE:   Norm is a Peoria Historian and true crime writer. norman.kelly@sbcglobal.net

 

A LONG TREACHEROUS ROAD TO FREEDOM


NORMAN  V.  KELLY

 

                                             PART  ONE

 

Last month we watched a movie called FREEDOM. We were anxious to see it because my nephew Bart Shatto had a part in it and had a chance to work with the movie’s star Cuba Gooding Jr. Bart played the part of McGee who was a security man on a horse that escorted run away slaves on their road to freedom. We had seen Bart in starring roles in Broadway plays like Les Miserable and so many others and seeing him on the big screen was exciting for us here in Peoria.  It got me thinking about the Underground Railroad and what part, if any, it played here in Peoria and this area of the United States.

 

Being a historian of Peoria I can tell you that the myths about us fly high and often and many things were simply romanticized; especially tales about our gangsters.  The Underground Railroad was a marvelous thing, but it too is full of myths.  I wonder if you have ever thought about it in connection with Peoria, Tazewell County and as far northwest as Galesburg, Illinois?  What would be your guess as to how many fugitive slaves or runaway slaves came through here annually? Would you guess hundreds, thousands or perhaps none at all?    

 

Hell, I once believed that it was somehow a railroad, you know with tracks and locomotives and whatever else a train has, but of course that was silly.  I also thought that there were definite roadways, trails, and marked passageways that led north; those too were all myths. Actually the Underground Railroad was a loose network of houses, barns and hideouts far from the spying eyes of the reward hunters.  Also there were no dimly lit lanterns in the windows, no hidden maps; no guide post of any kind.  Once the slave made it to a friendly Agent House, their very lives were in his hands.  He had his own network of people, and the job of moving the escaped slaves along to safety was tedious and dangerous. The name Underground Railroad came from words like these:  Depots, Agents, Agent Houses, Conductors, Station Master, and Stations.  Remember there were millions of slaves by 1840 and even before that located in the South and Deep South and a few other states as well. The 1850 Census estimated that there were at least four million of them in the United States.  Between you and me I doubt the accuracy of that as well. Those that were owned by men in the Deep South had little or no chance of escape. Many tried and were killed or brought back to face an even harsher existence; some were maimed permanently. Those that made it to lets say the State of Illinois pretty much got there with the help of escaped slaves and people willing to risk their own lives and jail time to do so. Of course that was a secretive world even though there were plenty of neighbors, bounty hunters, and unreliable sheriffs that were always on the lookout to collect the rewards that were put up by the slave owners.

 

By the time they got to say Morton, Illinois a lot of people had to have worked together to move them along.  The slaves were hidden during the daytime and travelled only after dark. They were hidden in deep woods, barns, hay mounds, and cornfields.  At night the Depots where they were staying were visited by Agents who moved them on to Conductors, who moved them on to the next Station. The threat was not only one of life and death but one of people that were more than willing to contact authorities in order to collect rewards that were promised for the information they supplied. The threat from Bounty Hunters was constant and life threatening.  Large ads were placed in the newspapers in cities and towns identifying the missing slaves and how much the reward was for their capture. Flyers were placed in store fronts and young boys delivered them to gathering places and handed them out to hundreds of people.   That sparked a new industry in parts of the United States; it was a dangerous cat and mouse game with sometimes a fatal ending for the slave and even the person aiding them.  Some of the Bounty Hunters had no intention of returning the captured slaves to the owner because there was more money to be had by taking the slaves to Saint Louis, Missouri.  There they found a huge slave market with a slave auction that paid big money for the right type slave. The top dollar was spent on young and large males that looked like they could work until they dropped.  That was the real market, which included entire families of men, women and children. It was a huge business that seemed to get bigger with each passing year. For the young and attractive female slave the fate that awaited her was rarely spoken about, but folks knew what was going on. It was whispered about but never spoken out loud in mixed company.

 

There were Abolitionist who got a lot of credit for aiding the escaped slave, and there were a few of them in our area.  Remember there were severe laws in most states forbidding the populace to help the slave, feed them, clothe them or help them in any way.  By 1850 there were Federal laws called The Fugitive Slave Act that were painfully severe. History tells us that was the Act that forced a lot of slaves to continue moving North until they reached Canada. So the danger was not only from ordinary citizens that would seek rewards for information but the dangerous and in some cases extremely cruel Bounty Hunters that hunted down the runaway slave with bloodhounds and other vicious dogs. They were brutal and woe to anyone that stepped up to intervene. If the person helping the slave could be connected with the slave, the sheriff immediately arrested that person or persons and there were many tried and jailed along with hefty fines, which they were never able to pay. Who paid the people that helped the fugitive slave?  Why did they do it?  The Abolitionist had an agenda of their own, but for the average citizen it was simply the reward of knowing that the slave they helped would be a free man or woman.  It was that simple.

 

Neighbor spied on neighbor and local sheriff’s supplemented their meager salaries by spending most of their time running down rumors that this house or that house was hiding a run away slave. Folks soon learned not to be found with any of the slaves, so they had to find good hiding places during the day.  Imagine a peaceful cabin, maybe just a small farmhouse out on the prairie. Suddenly up would ride a half dozen men, handguns drawn, savage dogs barking while shotguns were pointed at the terrified homeowner demanding to search the property for runaway slaves. It happened over and over.  Many of the slaves were found in abandoned wells, old barns and sleeping in hay wagons with false bottoms.   It was hell to pay and many people paid the price. Still, some of the terrified slaves managed to move along the Underground Railroad line getting closer and closer to a ‘Free State.’  Many of the slaves after 1850, because of the new Federal Laws realized that they would have to make it to Canada or Mexico. Some that made it here managed to avoid moving on and stayed right here, but there were few of those fortunate slaves.  So they were moving along the line by Agents and Conductors heading north to Canada, where they felt they could be free.  Some of the slaves in the Deep South headed for Mexico and the perils that faced them heading that way were just as treacherous as heading North.  The records show that man headed for Florida and hid out with other slaves that lived more like animals than people. It was hard, dangerous and terrifying but somehow better than being a chained slave in the South. They always faced dangers and death as well as recapture trying to avoid the vast net that was cast out to run them down and capture them. They were driven by raw fear and the simple desire to be free, free to raise their families and avoid the absolute hell holes that they were running away from.

 

              A  LONG  TREACHEROUS  ROAD  TO  FREEDOM

 

                                               PART  TWO

 

                         SOME SLAVES  REACHED  OUR  AREA

 

Way back in 1833, Joseph Mathew of Tremont, Illinois had a hidden Depot near his home and played a major role in moving the slaves along when they got near him.  In Morton, Illinois Uriah Crosby, the man that built the first house in that town was another active conductor. Over in Washington, Illinois Mr. Kern is mentioned in the records as an active member as well.  I have no idea where Dillon, Illinois is but the man the town was named after, Absalom Dillon was active with Joseph Mathew of Tremont, Illinois. Some of these brave and benevolent men acted as Agents, supervising Depots and in some cases as a Conductor as well. Remember these slaves did not have an Underground Railroad in the South; they were pretty much on their own until they reached a non-slave state.  The records clearly show that other runaway slaves helped their fellow slaves but I was never able to see a name of one in our area. Not all areas supported the Underground Railroad and many citizens refused to break the law to help these slaves even though they sympathized with their plight.  The rewards were posted and not only the Bounty Hunters were out after them, many ordinary folks became paid informants; there is no doubt about that.  The Illinois “Fugitive Law” was nothing to trifle with, and many a runaway found people willing to toss them a bit of food, but as to shelter, they were own their own.

 

                                    OTHER  ACTIVE  MEMBERS.

 

I mentioned Absalom Dillon, who was said to be a very staunch Abolitionist and a man prone to violence.  He was aware of a small group of slaves that he and his friends thought they had hidden away in a dense forest area.   When he came back to check on them they were gone! Alone, he raced off on his horse in hot pursuit of the slaves now under the control of Bounty Hunters. He finally caught up with them just as they were about to cross the Sangamon River.  He quickly rode up to them firing his handgun.  He wounded one of the Bounty Hunters and watched as they raced off leaving the slaves.  He quickly took them back to his hiding place and that evening he placed the terrified fugitive slaves into the hands of a Conductor for safe passage further North.

 

I searched records looking for a Agent or Conductor in Pekin, Illinois however I was never able to find one.  That does not mean they were not there, because some of the active members never, ever spoke of their involvement in the Underground Railroad.  I found evidence of members in Kingston and Farmington, Illinois.

 

Probably the most well know active member was Moses Pettingill of Peoria, Illinois.  He had a rather large house on the corner of Jefferson and liberty Streets. The local records called it an Abolitionist House, so apparently it was not a big secret. I mean if everyone knew about it why didn’t he get caught?  Well, I hate to break anyone’s bubble but the only hint of a record in the way of numbers of run away slaves that were processed from there is only Twenty-five to Thirty. Wow…doesn’t seem like many to me. I am assuming that that was annually but the truth is the record is not that clear.  Now if you were the local Sheriff, or a spying neighbor, or a Bounty Hunter you would have a hell of a time trying to catch Mr. Pettingill in the actual act of aiding or befriending a runaway slave…you think?  That is where the myth and the romanticism come in when writers just get a bit over zealous in their stories about the Underground Railroad. 

 

While we are talking about numbers I mentioned that in 1850 the ‘guess’ was that there were at least four million slaves living here in the Untied States.  Of that massive group so-called historians estimate that one hundred thousand actually escaped.  Like I said how in the hell would they know that? So it makes me uneasy as a local Historian to give you these factual numbers because I know damn well they are just guesses. As a Para-legal I learned that the ‘Next best evidence Rule’ could always apply when the root of fact was missing.   However, I certainly do not want to give you the impression that I do not realize how important, Historical and helpful role the Underground Railroad played in the lives of the Slaves living here in America.  For some it was the only hope they had.  I also know that many of the slaves slipped over to Florida and lived in remote areas of that state with other fugitive slaves.  How many were there?  No one really has anyway of knowing.

 

In Putnam County a man named Ellsworth told a local reporter he knew of a Quaker Colony near Magnolia, Illinois that received a large number of Fugitive Slaves from Peoria and Tazewell County, and he told the reporter that they referred to the slaves as ‘Freight.’ They had all kinds of secret and cryptic notes they passed around but never spoke about their activities.  Is this a Historical fact?   Who knows?  But remember only 25-30 passed through the Pettingill’s Depot so we are not talking about a lot of activity now are we?    My point being with that small number coming here annually the chances of being detected were rather slim I would think.

 

On September 5, 1842 local authorities caught up with an underground Agent in the process of helping three runaway slaves.  They were two women and a young child being aided on their way to Canada.  This occurred on a farm just north of Peoria, Illinois very near Knox County. The Agent assaulted the Magistrate that came to arrest him and reclaim the slaves. The Agent was taken to the county jail in Knox County and the slaves were put in a small holding cell to await their owner.  A small group of Abolitionist came to the jail to demonstrate and try to convince the sheriff to free the slaves.  The article in the newspaper stated that the group was simply ignored and finally left the area.

 

News in the Peoria newspaper stated that the Sheriff in Knox County was also holding five slaves to be turned over to the owner when he arrived.  That, as I mentioned was a lot of what small town sheriffs did to augment their salaries.  Believe me the reward and the reward only was behind their actions; there is no doubt of that. There was a notice that Sheriff Peter Franz was holding 5 slaves; a mother and four children for their owner, Daniel Robinson of a Southern State. I read one article that after every capture mentioned by the sheriff people came to get a look at the slaves, often asking the sheriff if they could give them something to eat.  The general agreement is that they were allowed to actually do that and talk to them while they were being held in their ‘cage.’

 

On October 10, 1842 a Peorian, Norman H. Purple an Assistant Prosecutor was convinced he would have a bit of trouble convicting Abolitionist Owen Lovejoy from Princeton, the defendant in a trial set here in town.  Lovejoy was said to be one of the leading Undergrounds Railroad operatives and he had a lot of friends. The local folks got a few giggles out of the fact that Lovejoy was accused of harboring, clothing and feeding a young female slave named “Alice.” Lovejoy was from Princeton, Illinois but was tried here. The jury found him not guilty.

On July 9, 1844 the Reverend John Cross was indicted for activity in the local Underground Railroad. After a few small headlines about the case the local state’s attorney dropped the chares against the good reverend.  The reverend took out an ad in the newspaper which depicted a cartoon that was none too flattering for the local authorities.

In 1842 a local reporter tried to explain the local system of helping slaves, but no one paid any attention to him.  He did mention that one of the main hubs was in Princeton, Illinois. I was happy to learn that some of our good citizens aided the runaway slaves here in our area. I wonder if you or I would have helped them?

Editor’s Note:  Norm is a Peoria Historian, True Crime Writer and a monthly contributor to Adventure Sports  Outdoors.   norman.kelly@sbcglobal.net

 

 

A BROADWAY ODYSSEY


                                          NORMAN  V.  KELLY

 

As a Peoria Historian I have written a lot of stories about famous and Infamous Peorians from our past and then I let them slip back into obscurity.  So, it gives me great pleasure to tell you about a young man that is very much alive and is still following his dream.   His name is Bart Shatto, and I am proud to say that he is my nephew. I have watched his career from his childhood to this very moment in time. I can tell you he is still pursuing the dream he has had as far back as he can possibly remember.  Bart is still living that dream as he follows his heart on his Broadway Odyssey and beyond.

 

Bart is the son of Sara and Player Shatto, and although he has lost his father there is not a day goes by that Bart does not feel his presence because both his mom and his dad supported him from day one. His mom said, ‘At two we thought something was wrong with him because he never wanted to go outside.  All he wanted to do was stay in the house and listen to music and rock in his rocking chair.” Bart will tell you that it was around that time that he already knew what he wanted to be when he grew up.  That was the beginning of his dream and Broadway was his destination. Although Born in Peoria Bart lived in Bradford, Illinois during his early childhood, where he lived with his brother Brett, and sisters, Beth and Carey. The family then moved to Peoria, Illinois where his odyssey really began.

 

I remember the first time I saw Bart in “Peter Pan” out in Bartonville and I  thought he was sensational.  Of course, I am his uncle so please expect some bias from me.  But in every local show he just seemed to blossom and I knew I was watching a kid that knew exactly where he wanted to go and what he wanted to accomplish.

 

Bart Shatto graduated from Bergan High School where he was very active in school plays as well as Community Theatre in Peoria and Bartonville. The actor had many roles in Corn Stock and Peoria Players before he headed to college at Western and then to Southern where he continued his acting life. From college he went to Saint Louis, happily working with the Theater Project Company and roles in “Baby” and “The Twelfth Night.”

 

Shatto found time to marry and his son Connor is already an accomplished singer with some serious designs on following his father’s dream. Once Bart began to land more substantial roles the traveling became a part of his life.  “I lived like a Gypsy,” he said, “and when I was on Broadway I thought to myself, ‘Is this all there is?’”   He confides that playing Broadway was “A lot like playing at Peoria Players only it paid more money.” When our families got together I always thought of Bart as being a bit shy and to me going in front of an audience must have been painful for him, but he knew how to handle it.  “I guess it’s because I’m not myself…I am just playing a character.” Truth is ‘Tink’, Bart’s father was a musician and I can remember so many wonderful times at their house where music was the center of most of our activities.

 

Bart’s career picked up as he became more and more proficient at his art by spending hours and hours preparing for the many upcoming auditions.  My wife and I saw him in Carnegie Hall when he got us in to a closed rehearsal with Rosemary Clooney by telling her we were his parents.  That was a glorious couple of hours and Bart was part of a quartet in the cast.  Playing Carnegie Hall! Wow not bad for a shy kid from Peoria.

 

He was back here in town doing a solo act he called “From Peoria To Broadway.”  Personally I think that was my favorite time with my nephew Bart there at the old Apollo Theater. He returned another time with a show called “Songs For A New World,” again at the Apollo.   He told a reporter that “It’s cool to be back.” I wish I could tell you about all the shows Bart has been in, maybe I’ll save that until I write his biography.

 

Bart is a versatile actor and singer and has done plays on Broadway, off Broadway and so many cities across the United States. On Broadway he played the part of Private Hotchkiss in “The Civil War.” He thrilled his family when he came to Peoria and played the lead role, Jean Valjean in “Les Miserable.” and a great role here with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.  Truth is we felt the same way when he played two parts in CATS in his hometown. Bart played Quincy Morris in “DRACULA,” and was part of the cast in one of the Emmy Award presentations. In March Bart Shatto will play four parts in the Broadway Musical, “Hands On A Hard Body.”  Shatto has done numerous commercials, Soap Operas and character voices for Disney.  In 2012 Bart had a role in the movie “The Whisperer” starring Cuba Gooding Jr. It will soon be in a theater near you.

 

You would think by the way I am carrying on that I get paid by the word, but the truth is Bart Shatto’s life is so jammed packed with exciting roles and personal accomplishments that a short piece like this cannot do him justice. In April Bart will revise his role of D.H. Lawrence in London, a role he played originally in New Orleans.   You can Google Bart Shatto and follow this brilliant actor and singer as he follows his dream and continues his Broadway Odyssey.  He would be happy to have you tag along. Tell him his Uncle Norm sent you.

Editor’s Note:  Norm is a Peoria Historian, true-crime writer and author of twelve books.   He welcomes your comments at norman.kelly@sbcglobal.net

A BRIDGE TOO OLD


NORMAN  V.  KELLY
 

There is a lady who resides with her many friends at Buehler Home who is a living historian with a great memory.  She told me about her childhood trips to the Upper Free Bridge. After a bus ride and a streetcar ride, they found themselves at the entrance to the old bridge. They loved walking across that rickety old bridge which was just the beginning of the long walk to her grandparent’s farm.  She asked me to write about this bridge and others as well but space restraints will limit how many of them I can mention in this piece.

 

It was way back on March 3, 1882 that an article appeared in the Peoria Transcript encouraging the people of Peoria, Illinois to demand the powers that be to build a new and free bridge across the Illinois River. The need was obvious, especially to the farmers in the surrounding cities and counties, including Eureka, Pekin, Metamora and many others.  By 1882 Peoria Illinois, beginning before the Civil War, was dubbed The Alcohol Capital of the World, and all the products essential to making whiskey needed to make their way to Peoria, Illinois. The benefits of such a bridge would serve so many people that the ground swell to build the bridge grew.  Of course, that meant politicians and the race was on.  The financing was finally put in place and in 1888 the Milwaukee Bridge Company began to build the bridge at the foot of Lorenz Avenue.  By the end of 1889 the dedication ceremonies were held and thousands of local folks came to walk across the new Upper Free Bridge.  It had a historical life, one of woes to the local folks mainly because it seemed to be ‘out of order’ an awful lot.  It had a swing apparatus to allow the boats to pass and likely as not it was jammed quite often.  In fact Shirley told me the day she and her friends got to the bridge they were unable to cross it.  At least eight, perhaps more times than that, barge traffic slammed into the bridge; each collision taking its toll.  Every collision was newsworthy and the Peoria Mayor always named a man to go after the culprits that owned the barges seeking damage money from them.  The truth is the historical records show that the City Of Peoria only collected a total of five thousand dollars from all those collision.  Of course, many of the damages to the base of the bridge were never repaired, and over the years the bridge became more and more unstable.  During  WW11 the War Department condemned the bridge as a river hazard. However our mayors, especially Woodruff stalled them as long as they could because a new bridge was planned, but the steel needed was diverted to the war effort and so the stalemate continued.  So even though the bridge was condemned in 1942 it was not demolished until 1946. Folks in Peoria were stunned to see how fast the bridge disappeared.  The crew began demolishing it on a Friday June 17, 1946 and by Monday very little was left of the old bridge. Some were saddened… others happy to see the “The  North side Nightmare” gone. It had served a vital link to the City of Peoria and the local counties for many years.   Sights were now set on a project called the Harvard Street Bridge.

 

                               A  FEW  OTHER  BRIDGES

 

Peoria joined with The Village of Averyville to build a ‘Draw Span’ bridge in 1906 but it was not very successful.

There was a bridge called the Lower Free Cole Bridge but this one was very unstable.  Every time the river rose, and it did often, the bridge spans came loose and floated down the river. Folks around here could never understand why on those old bridges they allowed the large planks to simply lay there unattached. The newspapers are full of comments from folks that drove their horse and buggies across them in utter fear of not reaching the other side.  On April 11, 1909 Peoria had another bridge; this one was constructed of concrete and steel arches and appeared to be as strong as engineers of the day could build it. It took three years to construct and cost the locals just over $222,000. This bridge replaced the dilapidated bridge the locals called “Old Toothpick” built in 1848   However on May 1, 1909, the river was running very high and began to nip at the base of the bridge. Suddenly, there was a mighty roar and section by section the new pride of the city fell into the roaring river.

 

During April 1913, another bridge, called The Franklin Street Bridge was dedicated bringing folks from far and wide to cheer and be among the first to walk across the bridge.  Mayor Woodruff, who would become Peoria’s Mayor eleven times, rode in a Peoria made Glide automobile across the bridge to mighty cheers. The Cedar Street Bridge was a super structure built with cooperation from the Sate of Illinois and opened on a cold, blustery January 6, 1933.  What was wonderful about 1933 other than the massive bridge was the end of Prohibition. Peoria was on the rise once again.

Editor’s Note:  Norm is a true crime writer and Peoria historical writer. norman.kelly@sbcglobal.net

 

  

1949 1949


                                 NORMAN  V/  KELLY

 

in 1949  The Peoria Grand Jury indicted:

Earl Shelton    Jack Ashby   Ray Walker    Ted Link (St. louis)

 

They were never prosecuted…

 

ALSO  indicted For Official Corruption

States Attorney  Roy Hull

Investigator:   Charles  Somogyi        Sheriff Spainhower

Jack Ashby  ( Shelton’s pal)

 

All of this was because of alleged  Bribery from Bernie Shelton  25 K  No evidence all political bull.

 

 

CRIME:   20 rapes     13 murders   2  manslaughter

Aggravated assaults   125

Robberies     145

Burglary   699

Sex cases  not specified    699

 

Larceny  1,364            Car thefts:  306

Police brought in the unbelievable number of 9,298

 

Keep in mind they would make sweeps violating everyone’s rights and holding people  just for that reason  very few of these people actually ended up being charged  tried  or convicted.

 

FINES:  City received about $125.000.00  in fines of all kinds in 1949

 

 

Murders that were often reduced to manslaughter or justified homicide but included in the murder number of 13

 

Scroll killed Green    Tucker killed his wife  (Princeville) Hattie Welsch shot her husband with a shot gun  ( in the eye and face)

Frank Walker found  shot 4 times

Czar shot a guy named smith

Cord stabbed fisher

Lane killed Scott

Clark stabbed Henry

Lester shot two at the union office

Foster  knifed  Laws

 

12-9 47  BU student  Richard Yednock  missing  assumed dead in 1949  never found

C Eagleston killed by brother

Nail knifed  Dale Cotton