Trudy Appleby: Little Girl Gone: 20 years

We are quickly approaching the 20 year anniversary of the disappearance of Trudy Appleby.  Trudy Appleby went missing from her home in Moline, IL on August 21st 1996.  She was last seen that morning leaving her driveway in a grey/silver car.  The driver appeared to be a male, in his 20’s with dark, curly hair and a baseball cap.  This was in the area of 41st St and 21st Ave in Moline, IL.  She has never been seen or heard from since.  Those are the facts in a nutshell.  Now, it’s about to get a bit more personal.

Trudy Appleby is not just a name or a statistic.  Trudy Appleby was a real little girl, who at the time of her disappearance was 11 years old, and just 2 weeks shy of turning 12.

Trudy had a family, and lots of friends.  She was my neighbor, and spent a lot of time at my house.  I first met Trudy sometime after we moved into this neighborhood.  She was outside in my yard one day, and I opened the door and she said “Hi, my name’s Trudy…you got any kids?”.  The rest was history.   She became fast friends with my oldest daughter, and was over to the house quite often.  Trudy was a little spitfire of a girl.  She was outgoing, friendly, loving, and very bright.

I last saw Trudy on August 20th, 1996, when she was over at the house.  It was a usual Trudy visit, complete with rollerblading out front, eating hot dogs, talking about the upcoming school year and vacations.  My daughter walked her home about 8 pm as usual.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that would be the last time we were to see Trudy Appleby.  But, the next morning, everything changed.

I got a call at work, and life as we knew it in this quiet, safe little neighborhood had changed forever.  We had a missing child.  Trudy was gone.  Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and years into decades.  We passed out hundreds and hundreds of flyers, we searched everywhere, kept our eyes and ears open, hoping for any bit of news, or a phone call, or to see her skipping down the road.  We watched our children much more closely, afraid to even let them play out in the yard by themselves.

I have played the evening of August 20th, 1996 in my head over and over during the past 20 years, trying to recall anything out of the ordinary.   For instance, was there a strange vehicle in the neighborhood?  Did Trudy say anything about seeing a stranger?  But, there was nothing out of the ordinary about that evening.

What happened to Trudy?  We do not know.  Her family doesn’t know, her friends don’t know, and this neighborhood does not know.  Someone knows, though.  That someone needs to come forward and make that call.  Make an anonymous call if necessary.  Tell the authorities what happened to Trudy Appleby.  20 years of not knowing is awful.  It’s worse than awful.  It’s time to bring Trudy home, don’t you think?

Don’t think it can’t happen to someone you know.  Don’t think it can’t happen in your neighborhood.  It happened in mine. trudy flyer

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My Killing Zombies with Nail Polish Dream

We are all together in this huge house…(And by we, I mean myself, hubby, kids, grandkids and a few friends).  Suddenly, on the radio is a bulletin.  Zombies are coming, and the only way to kill them is with nail polish, and not just any nail polish.  You must use orange, cream and light blue, and you have to coat your hands and slap them somewhere.  The nail polish stuns them into an almost paralytic state, thus giving you time to stab them in the head.

We are preparing for the zombie intrusion, with the grandkids hidden carefully under some endtables in the main living area, protected by their moms and uncle.  Suddenly out the window, we see them, so we coat our hands with the nail polish, and start slapping the hell out of the zombies.  Then we immediately take our screwdrivers and scissors that we have carefully laid out next to our nail polish bottles and stab them in the heads.

After successfully defeating the zombies that intruded the house, we step outside to find a little boy hiding on the porch.  He said “Look over there!”  Where we see big bright lit areas off to the right, in the sky over a big field.  There are words, German words, which of course nobody can read, because none of us are German.  Suddenly the words break apart, and they are formed by giant black birds.  The birds fly around and around and eventually leave.

The boy goes to the big body of water off the front of the house just past another field.  There is a large crowd of people in the water, and the boy walks right in, and is sucked under by something.  A friend jumps in to save him, because we hear that there may be zombies in the deeps of the water.

He saves the boy, and we have all saved the day.