Trudy Appleby…missing 22 years.

Another year has come and gone, and yet again, I am writing about Trudy Appleby.

Trudy Appleby was my neighbor girl.  She was bright, energetic, full of love, light, hope and happiness.  She was a regular in our house, and any given day you could find her skipping down the road to come visit.  The last time we saw Trudy was the evening of August 20th, 1996.  As she left, she said she would call my daughter the next morning and would see us all the next day.  That never happened.

Trudy Appleby went missing the morning of August 21st, 1996.  A neighbor saw her leaving the driveway in a grey car being driven by a white male, perhaps in his 20’s, with long, dark, wavy hair and wearing a ball cap.   She never returned home.

Missing flyers were printed and passed out everywhere anyone could think of.  Billboards of her missing flyer were put up along roads and highways.  We hoped she would be found within hours, then the hours turned to days, the days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months, the months turned to years, and the years turned to decades.  It has been over 2 decades since Trudy disappeared without a trace…not a trace.  We all know little girls don’t go *poof* into thin air.

We are going on 22 years now that Trudy has been missing.  22 years of loved ones not knowing where she is, or who she was with.  22 years of searching for her, hoping she would come home, hoping she was alive and well, but thinking it was/is a good possibility that she may not be alive.  We all simply do not know what happened to her and where she is.  The not knowing…that’s awful.

Last year, the Moline Police Department released a name of a “person of interest” in the case.  It seems a witness finally came forward and stated she was seen later the morning of her disappearance in a car with a William “Ed” Smith in a neighborhood on Campbell’s Island.   Unfortunately, that witness did not have any other information to offer.  It took the witness 21 years to speak up about that.  Why wait so long?

Someone out there knows something.  Maybe more than one person knows.  Whoever was responsible for her disappearance had to have told someone what happened to her, and what was done with her.  Trudy was 11 years old.  She was someone’s daughter, granddaughter, niece, sister, cousin, friend.  She was a bright light in the darkness.  Her innocence was stolen, and our bright light has been snuffed out for the last 22 years.  Someone knows something, and you know who you are.  Yet you choose to harbor this terrible secret…and for what?  Who are you trying to protect?  It’s time to tell what you know…We want to bring our girl home.  Do the right thing for once in your life.  What if this were one of your loved ones?  Don’t think it can’t happen to one of your loved ones…it can.  It happened to one of mine.  It’s time to bring Trudy Appleby home.   Little girls don’t go *poof* into thin air.

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The Church Upstairs, Carol Burnett Dream

I’m in a huge house, and getting ready to rent it out to a couple with some older boys.  The house used to have a small church upstairs.

While showing the family the house, one of the walls breaks apart, (due to the boys rough housing), and underneath the drywall/concrete is a beautifully ornate wall.  We can see upstairs through the top of the wall, and see several people in robes and gowns.  They are mostly older men with long hair and beards, but also a few women.  These people are in a room filled with huge shelves.  To the left of that room is a small room with an ornate chair and a table, and to the left of that room is a small chapel.  The older man with the long grey hair and beard comes down and asks for a pen.  Then, he goes back up to the upper level.

Also, I find that one of the doors is broken now, because the man of the family shoved his wife into the door.

I met Carol Burnett and told her about my story, and she thought it would make a great skit if we added the word adept throughout.  Afterwards, we walked around outside and I had to lock my purse and phone in the trunk of Carol’s car because someone was out stealing those at that moment.  Carol was in a purple jumpsuit.

Later, we got my purse and phone out of her car and went on our ways.

National Missing Children’s Day and Trudy Appleby

May 25th was National Missing Children’s Day.  Trudy Appleby was an 11 year old girl that disappeared August 21st, 1996 from her home in Moline, Illinois.  She was last seen leaving her driveway that morning in a grey/silver older model car with an unknown male.  Her home was near 41st St and 21st Ave in Moline.  She has never been seen or heard from since.  Each year, a vigil is held at her family’s church in hopes of keeping her story out there, so that someone will come forward.

Last year, a witness came forward and placed Trudy with William “Ed” Smith, who drove a similar vehicle.  They were seen near his residence on Campbell’s Island in East Moline that same morning.  Trudy knew this man and his family, and it is suspected she was planning on going swimming with them that day.  She never returned, and her whereabouts is unknown after the witness saw her in the vehicle.  There are no further reported sightings.  She simply “vanished”.  William “Ed” Smith died on December 23rd, 2014.

It is suspected that Trudy Appleby is no longer alive and did not survive that fateful morning.  It is believed that someone knows exactly where we can find her.

Trudy Appleby was my neighbor girl and very much like one of my own children.

Anyone with any information regarding this case is encouraged to contact their local authorities, or the Moline Police Department in Moline, IL.   Make the call….help us bring Trudy home….so we can lay her to rest. trudy flyertrudy appleby 2

My red suv, talent show, trying to find Ogden Ave dream

My daughter (who is little in my dream) and I are getting ready to my grandpa’s house in LaGrange Park IL to go to a talent show.  But first, she has to take a nap, and she has to have a special blanket.  After trying 3 or 4 blankets, we finally find the special one.  After her nap, we leave in a big red suv.

We get to this school or church auditorium where the talent show/play is being held.  A family is surprising their neighbor lady with a free ticket, and they are going to sing to her.  That lady is sitting right behind me.  It’s a big production, with dancing and singing, and she was really surprised.  Then, I noticed something strange.  The lady had fallen asleep and landed right smack up against my shoulders.  I was kind of stuck.

It took a while to wake her up, but when we finally did, after making sure she was ok, I high tailed it out of there, because we were now late.  (I had been stuck under the sleeping neighbor for over 30 minutes.) My daughter is in the car, and we almost back into a car (this suv we are in is HUGE). As we are driving down the street, I think to myself, if we can just get straight through to Ogden Ave, we’ll be good to go.

In the meantime, my daughter is wondering who’s little white lacy jacket she’s wearing, because there are what appear to be initials on the inside of the sleeve.  My response was that it likely used to belong to my aunt.

As we are driving across to Ogden Ave, the road changes, turning more into an alley type of roadway, and then just a dirt road.  We pass some railroad tracks, and I decide to stop and ask for directions. I ask this fellow by the tracks, who is either changing a tire, or doing something to the boat or camper hooked to his vehicle, “Hey, what happened to this street…it used to go through to Ogden Ave.”

Well, his response was less than direct.  I heard about his job out in Colorado, and how he lived in Davenport for a while, and that he knows where Spruce Hills Drive is, (which is in Bettendorf, Ia.), but couldn’t recall how to get to Ogden Ave.  So, I decided to just head the other direction on a main road that looked like it went straight through.

We ended up back at my Grandpas, with a favorite blanket, taking a nap.

Eating a Frito Dream

Last night, I dreamed I was introduced to a somewhat famous man.  Now, mind you…I have no clue who this man is in real life, and he may not even exist.  Everywhere I went, he was there.  He showed up at the grocery store in the check out aisle and paid for my groceries.  I was walking home from somewhere, and it was a very long walk.  He found me and offered me a ride.  When I said I’d rather walk, he called someone to get his vehicle and he walked with me.

During this dream I was with several people at a gathering and a dwelling exploded.  I believe it was an apartment building, because people were concerned of any possible residents still inside.  People started flocking into the building to look for anyone, and luckily nobody was around.  During all that commotion, this man showed up….holding a frito between his teeth.  “Come on”, he said…”Share my frito with me.”

Some children told me he was famous, and I said “I don’t know about all that, but I will tell you, if you find someone who wants to share their fritos with you, that’s a true friend, the real deal.  Famous or not….”

I can’t find my car on my last day of work dream.

I’ve had some really intensely disturbing dreams this week. Disturbing in the fact that I can’t figure out what in the name of Pete they were all about. (Whoever Pete is.)

Last night though…that was just plain weird.  I was visiting my niece, then someone found my coat at a bar, so I had to go and get it. From there I went to interview a pregnant woman who wanted to have her baby on a cruise ship.

Then I went to my parent’s old house to get my car for work. I got there, and it was 11:25 and I had to be to work by noon, but I could not find my car. In the midst of that, my mom had one of the great grandkids in the bathroom, and he pooped so bad she barfed.

I said “Just once, I’d like to be able to find the car I’m driving!” My dad asked me what was going on, and I said…”No matter what car I drive, it ends up missing, like someone moved it.” In this particular dream I was driving the Nova, which had been missing in real life since likely the 80’s. Dad said “Oh, someone finally found that? It’s got to run rough by now.” I said “Yup….I drove it here, and it’s a beast, but now I can’t find the damn thing and I have to be to work by noon.” By that time it was 11:45. So, Dad said “Well, luckily it only takes 10 minutes to walk to work from here.” Mom came outside after puking and said “Walk fast…don’t be late on your last day of work!”

My Monkees/Costumed Intruder/Lost Dog/Taco Dream

So, I dreamed I knew The Monkees, and they (as young fellas) got booked at a biker bar in the South by an agent. I had to tell them it was a biker bar, and although I know some bikers who like the Monkees, this was likely not that kind of group. Their Agent told them it was a much different venue. The mister said “You know the Monkees?” I said “Oh, sure, I used to talk to them on the phone all the time.” So, while I was getting ready to tell them the clientele was not young teenie bopper girls, I was distracted by something in my daughter’s old room. I went in to find someone running out in this costume….wearing a furry stuffed animal head, with some sort of pillow case attached to where you could not see the arms. This person took off out the door, so I went to find him/her. Only thing I found was some dogs running loose in another neighborhood. A collie, a greyhound and a spaniel. When I got home, my sister Trish was here with tacos and flowers to take to a cemetery. And we were out of mountain dew.