Thursday, December 24, 2015

The Barrel Lady Of East Liverpool-Julia Wall

Photo from the Evening
Review in October of
1940, which I found myself
and copied at the library.
Another vicitim of a possible serial killer that may have been lurking in the East Liverpool area in the early 1940's was Julia Wall.  She was about 46 years old at the time of her death.   She was strangled and stuffed into a barrel jack knife style.  Her body was so tighly stuffed into the barrel that the metal hoops had to be cut off to free her, hence the name Barrel Lady.  The barrel was found at the corner of Jennings Avenue and St. Clair Avenure.  Her body was still warm when they found her.
There was a suspect in her murder, a man by the name of Frank Casio. Due to lack of evidence all charges were dropped against him.  Her murder was never solved.
She is buried in an unmarked grave in Spring Grove Cemetery in East Liverpool.
Two other women were murdered in the early 1940's.  Alice Lyons in 1943 and the Carnival Girl in 1944.
While little is known about the Carnival Girl, Alice and Julia were both newlyweds. Both ladies were also murdered closer to fall, their bodies both being found in October.
In about the center of this pic you can see a person and the tree they are standing beside is the burial sight of Julia Wall.
For more information, see the East Liverpool Historical Society  Web site.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

In Remembrance Of The Unknown Carnival Girl

In the early 1940's there were three unsolved murders in East Liverpool,Ohio.  The first was that of Julia Walls, a newlywed who was strangled and stuffed into a barrel.  She became known as the Barrel Lady.
In 1943, Alice Lyons was the second victim, She went missing in August and was found in early October along what was then called California Hollow. Today it is Dresden Avenue, very near the Motor Lodge.
The third victim was in 1944.  She is referred to only as the Carnival Girl.  She worked for a carnival that was in town at the time called Sheasleys, as a dancing girl.
Her body was found on state street in East End, wrapped in a green blanket. She had been strangled.
Despite every effort, her identity was never discovered.

Buried in Spring Grove Cemetery in East Liverpool, her grave was only marked with a small wooden cross.  That little marker is long gone.     Her grave is near the lower entrance of the cemetery.
Her murder, like the other two ladies, was never solved.  
One of the goals of The G12P in 2016 is to get a tomb stone for her grave to remember her by.  We want to include her picture and her basic story.  She deserves at least that.
The first victim, Julia Walls, is also buried there in an unmarked grave, so getting her a stone is also one of our goals.
If you are interested in helping us with this mission, please email us or message us on facebook.
The G12P is a non profit organization whose goal is to preserve the paranormal history of the tristate area, as well as the strange, odd, and mysterious.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Saging Can Change Your Life

Ghost hunting is exciting, educational, intense, boring, controversial, and sometimes dangerous.  I have been ghost hunting since 2003.  I started out slow, but by 2005 I was plowing full speed ahead, investigating anything and everything I could find.  By 2007, I was investigating unsolved murders and started doing private investigations.  2008 I started G12P, and with that came even more ghost hunting and investigating. In all that time, other than wearing a cross from time to time, or saying a prayer here and there, I didn't do anything to protect myself.   I just didn't believe there was any danger to myself just by hunting ghosts.  I was wrong.
Along with all the adventures I was going on, a lot of little things started happening. Nothing was working right. My crew fought often with each other.  Verbal arguments and distrust was a huge problem.
The most outrageous problems plagued me at every turn.  If my car broke down,  no matter what it was, to fix it was a huge undertaking. New plugs and wires? The plugs would break off and get stuck in the engine, requiring an even harder amount of work for a simple tune up.  The refridgerator, fairly new, would just stop and we had to pull it out and beat on the back with a hammer.  The water lines would freeze in the winter.    Electric bills were hundreds of dollars.  Marriage problems and eventual divorce.  My whole first crew quit in 2013, and I traced that back to our Sedamsville Rectory investigation in November of 2012.

By 2014 I was clinically depressed.   I had a part time job but couldn't pay the bills.  The Rogers House was lost.  I was down to having to decide whether to buy food, gas for my car, or pay bills.   Nothing I did worked.   So when two of my crew members suggested to me that I try saging, I at first scoffed about it. I had never done it and wasn't about to start.    But a few days later, I was looking at the sage stick they gave me and decided to try it. What did I have to lose? I was already at the bottom and even decided God hated me.
I followed the instructions that came with the sage stick. Light the sage, let it smolder a bit. Swirl the smoke around me, using my hand to fan the smoke.   I said a prayer, asking God to fill every dark crack and creviss of my life with his loving light and asking Him to cast out and banish any eveil spirits that were around me that meant to do me harm.  Well, as you can imagine, nothing major happened that night and I left it at that.  This was on a Sunday.   Tuesday I decided to take a roll of silver dimes I had to a jeweler and see what I could get out of them.  I hoped for $20 so I could buy some food.  I walked out of the shop with $75.  I was crying. It was enough to pay my two bills I needed to pay, put gas in my car, and buy some food. That had never happened to me before.  EVER. Something good that solved all my immediate problems. That night I saged again, doing the same thing I did before.
By the end of October, I had gotten a  second job.  Suddenly I had more money than I had had in years. By January, I had been offered a full time job working midnights, which I took.  I couldn't believe how my life was changing.  Every thing that happened was huge in different ways.  
In March I was offered, at the same company, a job working Monday thru Friday, dayshift, evenings and weekends off.    Finally, a job I could support myself with and still do the ghost hunting that I loved.
In June, my car broke down, but by this time, I wasn't worried. I knew it would be okay. And sure enough, I was able to buy my first ever car off the lot.    I mended family relationships.   I wrote two short books that were well recieved.      And all the good stuff just keeps happening. I sage once a week.  I will do that for the rest of my life.   I didn't believe it when I started, but I sure do now.  If you are having problems, try it. What have you got to lose?
Light your sage stick. Let the smoke swirl around you and say a prayer. If you are saging your house, let the smoke swirl about each room of your home and say your prayer in each room as well.  It is as simple as that.     You can buy sage sticks on the internet.     I included a few web sites to give you some more information on this subject.  Any questions?   Please message me and I will be glad to help.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Murdered Principal of Salem High School

Salem High School in 1917.  Today this building is part of
Kent State University   
In Salem, Ohio you will find, to this day, this impressive building, which used to the Salem High School. It opened its doors in January of 1917.  The Principal was Mr. Frank Lease.  He had been Principle of the school for 9 years and was very well respected and liked in the community;

Frank Lease

In August of 1917, Mr. Lease and his wife were walking home from school to their home just a block up the hill.   Walking arm in arm, it was no unusual for them to see her brother, Jonathan Hart, walking toward them to join them in their journey home.  They were not expecting him to pull a small revovler out of his pocket and shoot Frank point blank in the chest. As Frank lay dying in the middle of the road, Jonathan took off for town, where he was later arrested.
Frank was taken to his home and later the hospital, where, later that day, he died.
Frank Lease was a huge loss for the community and every one in town attended his funeral.  He is now buried in Grandview Cemetery.
But the story does not stop there.   Jonathan Hart had serious mental issues but Frank tolerated them beccause he was his wife's brother.  That didn't stop a trial against Jonathan, however.   And Jonathan?  He demanded a better cell, a softer bed, and higher quality food.   Why? Because he felt he was not your average every day criminal.  He was, after all,, guilty of murder, which was far more important than some burglar or prostitute!
Thinking that he deserved to be excused for his actions because of how important they were, he wrote letters to influencial people asking them to help him.  One such person was Henry Ford.   No one answered his letters however.
He was found guilty of murder by reason of insanity and sentenced to the Lime Institution for the criminally insane.  It is uncertain what happened to him after that.
If you would like to learn more about this story, you can attend one of the Salem Ghost Walks to be held in the summer and fall of 2016! You can also go to the Salem Historical Society and ask about him there. Consult the Dale Shaffer Books!

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

The Valley of Achor

Achor, also known as The Valley of Achor, was established in 1803.  It was a thriving little town, with a population at one time of over 700.
It is, for now, a mystery as to  why a town of this size just disappeared, but one I am eager to solve!  
I drove out to the area on November 28 to have a look around and see if there were any signs of this little town anywhere.

Of course there is.  The first indication of its existance is the church, a building that may have been built as early as 1866.
The cemetery alone is very interesting and worth a visit.    The church itself has been vandalized multiple  times and desperately needs rescued.    I doubt that that happens, but it still needs said.
So I ventured on up the road at a slow pace, hoping to see the remians of some other old buildings.To my dismay, the whole area has been mined.      If there was any building remains, they are long goine.  Perhaps the cut stone that was used to decorate the golf course below was part of Achor.
At any rate, I was about to give up when I saw the bridge.  

 The closer I got to it, the more I wanted to see and it did not disappoint!   Made from cut stone, I can't beleive it is still here!
No one has traveled this road for decades, but I could imagine men on horseback and families in horse drawn carriages entering that archway and disappearing into time!
 Inside you will find two or three bags of garbage, a childs riding toy, a couple of old gas tanks, and the remains of an old love seat.  The olther end of this little tunnel is almost grown over with vines and small trees.
The front has been pushed in with a pile of dirt.  
Still, here it is!
I don't know what the plans are for it, but I hope it can be preserved! What an amazing piece of history out in the middle of nowhere.   Was it part of Achor?  Or maybe it is part of a road that lead to Achor.  I don't know right now...but I will find out.