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       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:17 pm
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       At the intersection of Dunks Ferry and Mechanicsville roads in
       the Far Northeast, not far from the Philadelphia County line, a
       weathered utility pole endures the sun. The shadow it casts
       makes a cross in the grass between a gravel parking lot and a
       lonely soccer field with overgrown weeds and a single goal. On
       the utility pole, someone has spray-painted, in big black
       letters, the word “POTTER’S.
       Back then, in the 1960s, the potter’s field at Dunks Ferry and
       Mechanicsville contained a single headstone. The inscription
       read, “Heavenly Father, Bless This Unknown Boy, February 25,
       1957.”
       The unknown boy, like the other people buried in this city
       cemetery, was never claimed. He was found in a cardboard box in
       Fox Chase and despite an investigation that lasted decades, was
       never identified. In 1998, his body and headstone were moved to
       Ivy Hill Cemetery. Now, in the center of the field, right about
       where the stone stood, a pair of groundhogs peak out of a hole
       leading into a network of tunnels in a mound of lumpy earth.
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       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:18 pm
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       The daughter told the police detectives that they went home and
       things were supposed to return to normal. I don't know if the
       woman had any reactions to what she had done. She certainly
       didn't seem to feel guilt for starving the child, dragging him
       up the stairs, beating him to death, and sexually abusing him.
       I'm sure there are many things the daughter told the detectives
       that weren't included in the book. The daughter has insisted
       that her mother did not bring the box with them. She claims it
       was already in the woods.
       He was wrapped in a little blanket. We went into this patch of
       woods, not that far from the road. Then my mother saw this box
       sitting there. "Oh, good," my mother said. "Tilt it." So I did,
       standing it up enough for her to lay Jonathan inside. She made
       sure he was out of the rain. Did it matter? Then we hurried back
       to the car, going back the same way we'd just come.
       On the way my mother stopped at a little diner so I could get
       something to eat. Imagine! I guess I was hungry. I think I had a
       donut. But before we'd gone too far, I begged my mother to pull
       over. Then I opened the car door and threw up. My mother was
       angry about that, but I couldn't help it. Then we went home and
       tried to act like everything thing was normal. Like we were
       normal.
       David Stout. The Boy in the Box: The Unsolved Case of America's
       Unknown Child (Kindle Locations 2024-2027). Kindle Edition.
       #Post#: 156--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:20 pm
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       When the tub was full, she picked him up, took off his diaper,
       and put it in the wastebasket. I was embarrassed to look. Then
       she picked him up under his arms and lowered him into the water.
       He let out a little scream. The water was too hot. He kicked and
       splashed; my mother got wet. She lifted him back out and held
       him up on his feet. He was still complaining. You know,
       whimpering. And dripping water. "That's enough," my mother said.
       "That's enough!" Still, he kept complaining. Stomping his feet
       and crying. Pretty soon he had tears and
       stuff from his nose running down his front.
       "I said, enough!" my mother said. Now I knew she was really
       angry with him. Back into the tub he went. He didn't scream this
       time. Maybe the water was cool enough. Or maybe he was afraid.
       And then he threw up. Out came this brown mess-the baked
       beans-into the bathwater. My mother let out a shriek like I'd
       never heard before. She yanked him out of the tub and slapped
       him. I mean hard. So, of course, he started to cry real hard.
       And when he wouldn't quit, she slapped him some more. On the
       face. So, of course, his crying only got worse. And that was
       when my mother lost it entirely. She slapped him so hard, he
       fell and hit his head on the floor with a loud sound. She kept
       hitting him with both hands, on his head and around his body. My
       mother's head was shaking from side to side, she was swinging so
       fast. Then she wasn't slapping anymore, but punching as hard as
       she could. Jonathan was just lying on the floor. He'd tried to
       curl up. I don't think he was making any sounds by then. And
       then my mother looked at me. "Get out!" she screamed. "Get out!"
       So I ran to my room. Only, I stood in the doorway, because I
       wanted to hear. I
       heard splashing noises, and a loud thud. I knew she'd thrown him
       back into the tub. "Wake up!" my mother hollered. "Wake up!"
       Nothing. Just silence. It seemed like the longest time, but it
       was probably only a few seconds. "Jonathan? I want you to wake
       up right now. Come on!" Again, nothing. Then I heard the other
       bedroom door start to open. I knew it was
       my father, coming to check on the commotion after hiding through
       it all. Right then I ducked into my room and pulled my door
       shut. I heard the two of them talking, very nervous.
       David Stout. The Boy in the Box: The Unsolved Case of America's
       Unknown Child (Kindle Locations 1961-1962). Kindle Edition.
       
       #Post#: 157--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:22 pm
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       It sounds like he couldn't support himself on his legs.
       The water was too hot. He kicked and splashed; my mother got
       wet. She lifted him back out and held him up on his feet.
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       It sounds like he could sit, but I wonder if he could stand.
       He'd sit there, rocking back and forth. Making these sounds that
       you'd expect from a little baby. I'd talk to him, call him
       Jonathan. Sometimes he'd look into my eyes, like he almost
       understood. I even got him to smile.
       David Stout. The Boy in the Box: The Unsolved Case of America's
       Unknown Child (Kindle Locations 1951-1952). Kindle Edition.
       
       #Post#: 158--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:23 pm
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       This was when he first arrived in the coal bin.
       As soon as we got home, my mother took him down to the basement
       and put him in this little room that used to be a coal bin. That
       was going to be his place, my mother said. I don't remember
       where my father was at the time. I remember thinking, it's like
       we just got a new puppy. Only, we never had a dog when I was
       growing up. My mother took some blankets and some heavy dishes,
       like dog dishes, down to the basement. "Don't you go down
       there," I remember her saying. I was afraid to, anyhow. That
       first night, I lay awake for a long time, worrying rying about
       Jonathan. I listened for crying, but I never heard anything. I
       knew it was warm enough down there, especially with the
       blankets. And there was a big cardboard box in the coal bin from
       the time we got a refrigerator. The cardboard was real thick,
       like it could be a mattress. But I felt sorry for him, down
       there in the dark. I didn't want him to be afraid. My mother
       would take food down to him. I don't ever remember my father
       doing it, for some reason. Sometimes I'd go down there with my
       mother.
       We didn't talk to him much. When I would say something, he
       wouldn't answer. After the first few times, I thought he might
       be retarded. I'm not sure I even knew that word then. But
       looking back, yes, I think he was. Oh, God! This poor child. All
       the time he was with us, he never said a word. Not a word. After
       a while, I used to sneak down to the basement to see him.
       The smell. It was the first thing I noticed when I got to the
       bottom of the basement stairs. It was so strong. But of course
       it was; I mean, the little drain near the coal bin was his
       toilet. Sometimes when my mother took food down to him, she'd
       stay longer than other times. For whatever, I suppose. She'd
       bring him upstairs maybe once a week and put him in the bathtub.
       He'd splash a lot and make funny noises, but not real words. I
       don't remember Jonathan athan ever saying any real words. Ever
       talking.
       David Stout. The Boy in the Box: The Unsolved Case of America's
       Unknown Child (Kindle Locations 1929-1931). Kindle Edition.
       
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       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:24 pm
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       He was emaciated.
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       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:28 pm
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       The detectives dressed him in clothing and took photographs.
       They hoped it might possibly help with an identification. The
       finger bruises are really obvious on his forehead. His malformed
       head is also obvious.
       #Post#: 161--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:30 pm
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       I didn't know the neighborhood. My mother drove for quite a
       while, but we were still in Philadelphia. I'm pretty sure. The
       houses were close together, and close to the street. Close
       enough so I could hear after my mother parked the car in front
       of this one house.
       David Stout. The Boy in the Box: The Unsolved Case of America's
       Unknown Child (Kindle Locations 1914-1916). Kindle Edition.
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       #Post#: 162--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:34 pm
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       This is the statement made by the daughter's roommate, from a
       University in Virginia, to Philadelphia Police Detectives. The
       detectives interviewed the woman about her recollections as the
       daughter's roommate. The roommate didn't hesitate to confirm the
       story she had been told. This wasn't a story that was suddenly
       created by a woman from Ohio in 2002. The woman was a roommate
       in 1962, five years after the boy was killed.
       Mary paused and looked at me as if she was emerging from
       someplace deep inside her mind. That's when she confided in me
       her horrible secret. Mary told me she had a foster brother. That
       her parents worked at her high school. And the mother was very
       abusive to her and her brother. Mary told me that one morning
       her mother snapped and beat Jonathon to death. And that later
       that morning, Mary had to accompany her mother to hide the body
       of the boy.
       Hoffmann, Jim. The Boy in the Box: America's Unknown Child
       (Revised Edition) (Kindle Locations 2363-2366). . Kindle
       Edition.
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       Re: THE BOY IN THE BOX: WM, 4-6, found in Philadelphia, PA, Feb 
       1957
       By: Akoya Date: November 25, 2018, 12:37 pm
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       This reference says the daughter was more specific and referred
       to a location on the outskirts of Philadelphia. This could
       actually narrow the possibilities.
       [i]MARY She bought the boy from a couple in the outskirts of
       Philadelphia. My mother locked the boy in the basement most of
       the time. She never let him out of the house. Ever.
       [/i]
       Hoffmann, Jim. The Boy in the Box: America's Unknown Child
       (Revised Edition) (Kindle Locations 2312-2313). . Kindle
       Edition.
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