Aftermath: The Edythmay Story, Part II

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The Dierdorf family gathered at Highland Lawn Cemetery on East Wabash Avenue in Terre Haute on April 10, 1929 to say goodbye to their little girl.  The funeral arrangements were made by West Terre Haute undertaker Frank Rogerson. “Doc” Rogerson had been burying the mourned of West Terre Haute for decades.  All the costs of Edythmay’s funeral had been paid for by donations from the people of West Terre Haute.

Driving a Buick touring car along that same street that same day, perhaps as Edythmay’s interment was taking place, the drifter was returning to Terre Haute to be reunited with his own little girl.  He had left his daughter in the keeping of boarding house owners on North 13th Street when he fled the area after Edythmay’s death.  After some adventures in Ohio the drifter was returning.

He had left Terre Haute two months earlier.  Then he was driving the 1927 grey Ford which he had traded for in Terre Haute, the same vehicle into which he had lured Edythmay.  Around 1:30 AM one morning he fell asleep at the wheel near Montpelier Ohio, rolling it over several times in a field.  Nursing an injured left shoulder he made his way to a nearby farmhouse, where a kindly farmer let him spend the night. At first light the next morning he trudged back across the fields to retrieve his belongings from the car.  While grabbing his suitcase he noticed Edythmay’s blood had stained the back seat of the car.  Fearful of arousing suspicion he panicked until he remembered he had a bottle of blue coloring in the car.  He spread it over the bloodstain, hoping to disguise it.

After bouncing around Ohio and Michigan, buying and selling radios and jewelry he decided to return to Terre Haute for his daughter.  An acquaintance told him of the continuing manic search for Edythmay’s killer.  He stayed a few days then, looking over his shoulder the whole time, headed east with his daughter. The 30 year-old drifter had been in and out of jails since he was 16.  He had been jailed for rape in 1928 and did not want to face bars again.  Luckily for him he was a nondescript looking man who seldom left an impression on peoples’ minds.

The drifter’s friend was right.  Police were frantically checking leads in search of the child-slayer.  A prime clue, a bloodstained auto found near Sullivan, was soon ruled out.  Stories were checked and re-checked, alibis held up, blind alleys searched and went nowhere. Clairvoyants continued to offer useless mental meanderings.  Nothing panned out.

The Dierdorf family faced a string of new days without Edythmay.

In August, 1929, six months after the murder, hope flared briefly when a convicted wife-killer named Ogden Whitfield said he knew the killer’s identity and would trade the information for leniency.  Terre Haute police detectives went to the Danville, Illinois jail where Whitfield was being held, but it was just the case of a prisoner concocting a tale to serve his own needs.

Detectives resumed their investigations.

Enter the Perfumed Slugger

Lloyd Fathers was a one-time Hoosier who drifted across the country, strewing mayhem in his wake.  He was suspected of a series of attacks and rapes in the Pacific Northwest.  His nickname came from the fact that most of his victims recalled a strong smell of perfume (he preferred heliotrope) rising from their attacker.  He was finally arrested in Janesville, Wisconsin after a series of attacks in the area. Fathers was caught in December, 1929 when police were notified of a man seeking aid for a gunshot wound in his hand.  He told police he had been shot in northern Indiana while stealing a bottle of milk.  Of course, he strongly professed his innocence.

He was not implicated in Edythmay’s death until a Sullivan resident, hearing of the arrest, claimed he had seen Fathers in the area around the time Edythmay disappeared.  Once again, Terre Haute police sought information, but they had not found the killer.  Father’s victims were young women.  He had no history of molesting young girls.  He was extradited to Washington where he eventually confessed and was sentenced to 15-40 years in prison for the attacks on over 25 women.

 

The case flared again in March, 1930 when Philadelphia police informed Terre Haute detectives of a possible break in the case. 

Herman Niece, once a Terre Haute resident, was visiting a friend in Philadelphia.  Drunk, while in the midst of a “maudlin conversation,” he revealed he had killed a young girl in Terre Haute the previous year.  He boasted he did it without a “breath of suspicion” falling on him.  In his rambling stupor he gave intimate details of the murder, saying it did not bother him to admit the killing as he felt he had less than a year to live due to a failing heart.

His companion, a man whose name went unsaid because he was a prominent contractor, called the police.  Detectives watched the house, finally arresting Niece.  He recanted the confession while in custody, saying he was drunk and rambling.  But Terre Haute detectives went east just in case.  After interrogating him, they decided he was just a drunk who had nothing to do with the death of Edythmay.  When finally cleared of the charge, Niece paused as he exited the court room to say, “I have always had a big mouth and it has gotten me in a lot of trouble.  This time it was a serious jam and I am glad to be out of it.”

Evidently, Herman’s heart was stronger than he thought as he lived to age 79.

So, after a year and several “breaks” in the case, the Dierdorf family still did not know who killed Edythmay.

In 1933 the drifter was arrested in Springfield, Illinois for “impersonation.

In 1934 he was arrested for vagrancy in Peoria.

After the Niece case detectives only faced dry wells.  Though the case was kept open, no further evidence was found and it began to fade into the background. 

But Edythmay’s story still lingered.  In 1936 the researcher hired as part of the WPA Writers Project wrote a piece about the case for inclusion in Vigo County section of the project.  In a telling hand written note attached to the story that shows the cloud of suspicion and horror that gripped Terre Haute immediately after the murder, he noted, “Two well known Terre Haute men committed suicide when the possibility of their being questioned [in the case] arose.  Their names, of course cannot be mentioned here.”

In 1937 the drifter was arrested for assault in Austin, Texas.

The Dierdorf family persevered.  Though she was often on their minds, apparently Edythmay and her tragedy were seldom spoken of within the family.  Her parents, Fred and Marie, focused on Edythmays’s eight siblings.  Having only gone as far as the eighth grade, the parents concentrated on their childrens’ education.  All eight of the kids went to college.. One of Edythmay’s brothers, Fred, became a prominent doctor in Terre Haute.  Another became a pharmacist.

Upstate New York saw a series of assaults and attempted assaults on young girls in late 1946.  A twelve year old girl in Rochester accepted a man’s offer of $5.00 to babysit for his daughter. The man gave her little brother a $1.00 and dropped him off at a store, saying he would return to get him when his sister was finished babysitting.  He drove the girl into the countryside and attacked her.  He then drove into Batavia and pushed her, crying, out of the car and sped off.  Reports of similar cases followed.

A description of the man and the Plymouth coupe were circulated.  On March 16th, 1947 a girl the man had assaulted earlier recognized him in a local store in Brocton, New York with two young girls.  She contacted police and the man was taken to the police station.  While there he escaped but police had his address and his long criminal record.  He was finally caught and arrested in May, 1947.  He admitted his crimes, was convicted of kidnapping, sodomy and assault, and sentenced to life in Attica Prison.

During his trial he admitted he had attacked many young girls over the years as he drifted across the country.  Some of them he could barely recall.

Nineteen years after the murder the case remained unsolved and seemed unlikely ever to be.  In a weird sidelight to the crime the case was briefly reopened in 1948 when the ex-wife of a distant Dierdorf relative claimed her former husband had admitted to killing Edythmay.  He was pulled in but passed a lie detector test and it was written off as the bitter aftermath of an acrimonious divorce.  Once again, the case was closed.

Marie Dierdorf was named Indiana Mother of the Year in 1949.

In the late winter of 1950 a drifter who would drift no more sat in a dank lifer’s cell in Attica Prison.  He had a lot of time to think about his life.

On February 13th, 1950, the authorities in Terre Haute were shocked to notified by Attica officials that a lifer in their prison had confessed to slaying Edythmay Dierdorf twenty one years earlier.  The man’s name was Charles Russell Dow.  He was 51 years old.  His photo showed a thoroughly ordinary man, yet with a face that central casting might offer up to play the role of a creepy, creeping villain in a movie.  He had a weak chin, lifeless eyes, thinning hair, protruding ears.  His face was blank.  He looked almost like a caricature of the banality of evil.

The Attica warden was unsure if the confession was sincere.  He had known other lifers who confessed to crimes in hope of breaking the monotony, of being temporarily released from Attica to travel to the scene of the alleged crime (and later stated Dow was very depressed when he was told he would not be sent to Terre Haute for questioning).  But they contacted Terre Haute detectives.  Two were sent to Attica.

It was soon apparent that Dow was the killer.  He told detectives that “along 1927 or 1928 I began having a feeling to pick up little girls and fondle over them.’  He gave them details about Edythmay.  He had come to Terre Haute with his daughter in 1928 after his wife had left them in Canton, Ohio.  He went under the name Charles Meyers.  On that Sunday he watched Edythmay as he sat in his car in front of the Wards store at Sixth and Wabash.

He enticed her into the car with the promise he knew where she could sell a lot of newspapers.  He took her to central Terre Haute near a school and a park.  He tried to fondle her and undress her, but she fought back.  He reached for a ballpeen hammer under the car seat.  He bound her.  Frightened, he drove around Terre Haute, finally heading south to the Sullivan area as it grew dark.  He threw her body from a bridge over Busseron Creak.  On the way back to Terre Haute he threw out her paper bag and clothes.

He drove back to the boarding house on 13th Street and went to sleep.

Everyone was convinced he was indeed the killer.  The case of Edythmay was finally closed.

Charles Dow died in Attica Prison.

Fred Dierdorf died in 1959, almost exactly 30 years after the day Edythmay was buried.

Marie Dierdorf died in 1969.  Her eight children survived her.

According to family members, the tragedy of Edythmay was seldom discussed by her parents or siblings after her death.  The heartbreak and memories were too much to bear for them.

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In August, 2012 I went in search of anything of Edythmay that might remain in West Terre Haute.  He house was long gone.  So was her school.  The streetcar tracks that took her to her fate had long been paved over.  I thought of her last terror-stricken hours.  I looked around the corner of 8th and National.  A building or two were still there that she would have seen.  It struck me that the strongest trace memory of Edythmay left in West Terre Haute was the one I carried with me.  And now…. yours.

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14 Comments on “Aftermath: The Edythmay Story, Part II”

  1. Anne says:

    I read this and cried. I cried for Edythmay, I cried for all the other littl girls that were hurt and I cried for the little girl who was left at the boarding house. I think she suffered too-I think she was my mother.

  2. Joe says:

    I’m Anne’s older brother Joe, and we are deeply saddened by this. Our mother kept details about her early life hidden from us, but Anne does not know what happened in our lives the week before Thanksgiving 1967.
    There was a knock on the door one day, and a UPS driver stated he had a package for our mother. I called to my father who was upstairs, and he told me to just sign for it. On the package was the return address of Attica Correctional Facility with the name of Charles Dow. My father now stated that that was “…something your mother will have to explain to you!” My mother upon returning home only stated that he was a bad man and was where he belonged. Several days later, I was greeted by another knock on the door; and their stood an elderly gentleman with a young woman who turned out to be our older half-sister. We did get to know her for a little while, but she died shortly after that from kidney failure.
    I can confirm that that was definitely our grandfather, and our mother that little 3 year old girl he was traveling with. It is unknown what horrors he put our mother through, and whether our older half-sister was actually his child…something I don’t know if we ever want to find out.
    Needless to say, the only thing that I would like if anyone has it; is the name of his wife that ran away in Canton, Ohio.
    To the families of anyone who was touched in a horrible way by him, let it be known that he died never having known his grandchildren, and that even in his old age our mother made sure he was never granted parole due to his age. We were never really told anything about him, and all can probably understand why.

    • tcrumrin says:

      Joe, thank you for commenting. I have tried to find out more about Charles, but have met little success. I have been trying to secure his Attica records from the NY State Archives, but they are so understaffed it may take years. Unfortunately, he does not mention the name of his wife in his confession. The police records of his interview with the Terre Haute detectives are not available. I will keep looking and share anything I find with you.

      • Joe says:

        I had previously tried to learn why he was at Attica, by contacting the prison, and was told his records would not be released to me. Why? Anyone can only speculate the answer to that question.
        There is a brief article in The Terra Haute Star Wednesday, March 1, 1950 page 14 that I found in a search on Google yesterday regarding his confession.
        I will look further for papers in NY that might have further information regarding him; but I will need to be careful in what I share as our other siblings are as yet unaware regarding all this.
        I don’t know where the journey to find out more about him will lead, and am not sure that we should even try; as what evil lurks hidden that our mother obviously did not want us to find out!

  3. jerry moore says:

    I saw this story in a the sullivan dailey times news paper, titled in times past. Somehow I was drawn into it immediately and headed to the net to get more info. I hope you find what you are searching for. I too have mysteries from the past I would love to find out about, but always meet with little or no information. Good luck to you and it may seem silly to you, but I am sorry this ever happened. Like on her stone, Jesus needed a sun beam.

  4. tcrumrin says:

    I spoke with Carole Cork Henderson, Edythmay’s niece, and she said the same thing. I think it was something so horrendous that the family just hid it away in a corner of their mind. I actually plan to do a future blog about it.

    • Bob Dierdorf says:

      I’m Bob Dierdorf, Carole’s cousin. My dad was Chuck Dierdorf, who was the baby of the family. He was less than a year old when Edythmay was murdered. It’s true that the family never spoke of it. The list of victims goes on when such a horrible crime is committed. My dad grew up with this cloud over the family, his mother so devastated by the tragedy that my dad was essentially motherless for much of his early life. The dysfunction inflicted on the family by this evil man goes on in the sense that it affected my generation. Most of this story was a total blank to me until I read your original post. It is truly a haunting story, one that continues to haunt my family almost 90 years later. The effect it had on family relationships and personalities was profound, and I’m sure that some of the strain I had in my relationship with my father was to some extent the indirect result of the effects the murder had on his family and the circumstances in which he was raised.

      I hope you will explore this story more, if for no other reason that I want to be able to lay some ghosts to rest. Most of the people who would know anything about the murder are now dead, and since the family never talked about it, people in my generation are under a cloud of tragedy still.

      • tcrumrin says:

        Bob, thank you for this comment. It quite eloquently shows how the ripples of such a crime effect others long after the terrible event.

  5. jerry moore says:

    So many out there that are unsolved. It is a gut wrenching feeling to know this and I am sure everybody else feels the same way. Hope the person that did this is getting his due for such an heinous thing. Those poor children were innocent victims of very evil men and women. I know These children are in Heaven with God. They are the innocents.

  6. Jerry Moore says:

    Sometimes I wonder if things of this nature are best left alone, but there should be justice for that little girl and her killer or killers should be accounted for and brought to light. This whole thing breaks the innocence of memory and the sanctity of a child’s family from a time gone by. Ghost in a closet that still haunt us today, as well as those of past days gone by. I hope her parents and family are with her now and all is well for them in their new life.

    • Bob Dierdorf says:

      Events like this can start a chain of actions and reactions that can reach out for generations. (See my other comment on this thread.) It makes me realize the importance of everything I do, positive or negative. Somethings can reach far into the future for good or evil. Makes one think, doesn’t it?

      • Jerry Moore says:

        Indeed it does Bob. I hope and pray you continue in your efforts and we will be praying for you as well. I know from what I have seen and read on these posts, that your efforts are all up hill and not hardly anything to go on. Keep up the good works and I believe that you will find all the answers you are seeking.


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