Kathy Lynn Gloddy
Murdered in New Hampshire on November 21, 1971
I can no longer speak for myself so I must rely on my sisters and brother to tell the story. They remember I am sure as we were a pretty close family both in good and bad times.
I was growing up in a sleepy little town of Franklin, New Hampshire. Not much really happened there but life was fun. There was school, friends, my wonderful dog and my brothers and sisters. Mom and Dad struggled it seemed but they did the best they could. We all helped each other. As you can see by the picture below I was not quite 13 yet. Still had some time, unaware of what was going to happen in the near future.
My first date! This was really cool as you can see by the smile on my face. Please note that we are holding hands. I was pretty excited about that. He is a nice boy.
As it turned out the environment is very important to me. I did what I could, collecting cans and trying to see what could be done about cleaning up the rivers in our town. That was a big undertaking. Every creature was beautiful in my eyes. I wondered about everything and even taught my big brother about caterpillars and butterfly's. Not sure where I heard the story but I am sure he will remember it clearly. "Don't step on caterpillars!" I loved life a lot! It was wonderful to see things everywhere come to life and grow, just like me!
I especially liked to go fishing. Sometimes with Dad. I think I was better than my brothers even!
One of the men who took my life said he loved me. I am not sure about that. He did not protect me and still keeps secrets. People in love do not keep secrets, I know. Sad it seems but one of my poems written in the past describes my end, before my end. How sad that justice lies on the ground dead like me.
I will write more in time as my sisters and brother get together and tell more. In some way I hope I can help you to cope with your loss. One thing we all have in common is that people love us and that makes things a little better.
Kathy Lynn Gloddy