Not far off GA-400 near the highway 9 and 369 intersection is an old house that appears now to be abandoned. On Saturday, my wife and I were out driving around and exploring this “neck of the woods” a bit. I had seen this house before and had resolved to go back and shoot it at first opportunity, so that’s what took us there. I’ll share some photos of that in the next few days, but while I was there, I noticed this old Ford pickup sitting a short distance down a nearby driveway that disappeared back off the road. I decided to shoot it, too.
I don’t now how long this truck has been sitting there but from the looks of it, I’d say a long time. The paint is badly oxidized, the rims are rusty and the truck body has surrendered to the vines and brush nearby.
Did it fight for life? Did it struggle in the dark of the night with the entangling, twisting vines, or did it surrender quietly and peacefully to its inevitable fate? One never knows what happens in the dark of the wee small hours when we sleep. We suppose that metal objects are inanimate on their own, but are they really? We never see them when we aren’t watching, right? So how do we know? Perhaps there was a titanic struggle that was waged, like that a human wages against some force that seeks to enslave and imprison us.
This truck has lost the fight…and perhaps it first lost the will to fight. I hope you won’t. I hope I won’t. There is too much at stake when so many in the world are enslaved and oppressed.
ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: in 1936, the dismembered body of Florence Polillo was found in a basket and several burlap sacks in Cleveland. The 42-year-old woman was the third victim in 18 months to be found dismembered with precision. It sparked a panic in Cleveland, where the unknown murderer was dubbed the “Mad Butcher.”
In June 1936, another head, and later a headless body, turned up and police were unable to identify the victim. Even when a replica mask of the victim’s face was displayed at the Great Lakes Exposition, the victim remained a mystery, while the Mad Butcher continued killing.
By the summer of 1938, with the body count into double digits, the Cleveland police were desperate to find the Mad Butcher. One suspect, an actual butcher named Frank Dolezal, was interrogated for 40 straight hours until he confessed to killing Florence Polillo. However, he subsequently changed his story many times and killed himself in his cell before his guilt could be determined.
In reality, though, few authorities believed Dolezal was actually the killer—it is believed that the real suspect was relatively prominent and politically connected, and as a result the police department trumped up the case against Dolezal. All official police records of the matter have been destroyed.
The Mad Butcher’s attack stopped in Cleveland after the Dolezal’s suicide. The true identity of the Mad Butcher remains a mystery to this day.
TRIVIA FOR TODAY: The pilgrims most likely would not have survived without the help of Tisquantum, or Squanto (c. 1580-1622). Squanto knew English and had already been back and forth across the ocean to England three times (most often as a captured slave). Some historians have suggested that he was later poisoned by the Wampanoag.