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

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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.

Trudy Appleby Missing since August 21st, 1996

August 21st, 1996 a young girl named Trudy Appleby went missing from her home in Moline, IL.  She was last seen leaving her driveway in a grey/silver car with a male driver in his early 20’s with dark curly hair and a ball cap.  She was 11 years old.  She has never been seen or heard from since.  Trudy Appleby was my neighbor girl.  She was like one of my own kids. We lived in a good neighborhood, a safe neighborhood.

Trudy Appleby’s mother never gave up looking for her daughter.  She always held out hope that soon we would find her.  But, Trudy’s mother was worried that people would forget about her if this drug on a long time.  I promised Trudy’s mother that I would do my best to not let folks forget about her if it came to that.

Well, the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months and the months into years and the years into decades.  Trudy’s mother died in 2014 in a tragic accident never knowing what happened to her only child.

There have been leads and rumors abound since that fateful day in 1996, when a little girl seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth.  Recently, in August of this year, shortly before the 21st anniversary of her disappearance, a suspect was publicly named by the Moline Police Department.  The suspect is William “Ed” Smith, now deceased, formerly of East Moline, (Campbell’s Island)   A witness came forward to place Trudy with the suspect on the day she disappeared.

In October of this year, a search was made on Campbell’s Island after cadaver dogs detected the scent of human remains.  This was after another tip to the police.  While no human remains were found, some items were excavated and sent for processing.  Nothing has been made public about the findings at this time.

Trudy left her home with someone she knew, and met a terrible fate, never to return home.

Someone out there knows what happened to this little girl, and someone out there still knows where she is.  It is highly likely that she is no longer alive, and was buried somewhere by the perpetrators.  Someone knows what happened to her and someone knows where she is.  Her family, friends and everyone who has so diligently worked on this case for the last 21 years need to know where she can be found so we can lay her to rest.

Someone once commented that they were tired of hearing me talk about Trudy….she stated “This isn’t about YOU.”  No, it isn’t….it never has been.  It is about an 11 year old girl who never got a chance to be a little girl, or grow into an adult.  It is about a mother who died never knowing what happened to her only child. It is about a family and friends who have spent the last 21 years not knowing where she is, not knowing what happened to her.  It is about justice for Trudy Appleby.  It is about not letting anyone forget about her, and I will not stop talking about her until she is found.  Justice for Trudy! trudy flyer

 

My high school, motorcycles, snake on the sidewalk, purse eating creature dream.

I dreamed I was at my old high school.  I was attending classes that I had already attended 40 years prior, so I thought to myself “Why am I reliving high school?  I have already done this, so I believe I will just go home.”

So, as I am leaving to go find the bus (because that is how we got around in high school),  I hear the rumble of motorcycles.  They were antique and unusual motorcycles, some with sidecars, and they were parading through the high school grounds.

I get to the corner where we used to catch the bus, only to find that the bus schedule had changed from 40 years prior, so I decide to walk home.  As I am walking, I notice someone is following me so I cross the street.  This person follows me all the way home.  It just so happens home, in this case, is the home I grew up in, which is a 45 minute walk from the high school.

On the way, in the old neighborhood, I come across a giant snake on a sidewalk.  I tell the girl following me to back off, because this snake is huge.  The snake comes toward me, and I grab a stick and sling it into the street where it meets an untimely fate underneath the wheels of a car.  Just as I think we are safe from the snake, this creature appears out of nowhere and firmly clamps down on my purse.  I reach inside the creature’s mouth and grab my purse.  When I do that, it shrivels up into what looks like a pile of leaves.

Finally, I make it to my childhood home, (which in real life no longer exists, and has been replaced by a Walgreens), and am thrilled to see it is still standing.  Inside the garage I find my brother, who is heading up a garage sale, and trying to adopt out a litter of puppies.

I did manage to lose the girl who was following me.