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.