Note: I used the spelling Rachael because in the oldest version I found it was spelled that way. Most sources spell her name as Rachel. If there is an easy way to get to the Otterbein Church and Cemetery, the GPS unit did not know it. Getting off Interstate 70, we followed a maze of … Continue reading The Horseshoe Grave
Note: Although most modern accounts of the murder spell the victim’s name Louisa, I am using the spelling Louiza, the spelling as it appears on her tombstone and in most of the histories of the region. “Do you purposely find the roughest roads for us to travel on when you plan out our journeys?” Zech … Continue reading The Murder of Louiza Fox
If it hadn’t been for Zech, I would have missed the graves I was searching for altogether. “You said the name was McAdams?” he called out. “Yes, McAdams,” I affirmed. “I have a McAdams here,” he replied. “The stone is badly weathered, but I can make out the name McAdams.” I walked over to where … Continue reading The McAdams Mystery
“Where are we headed to next?” Zech asked. “Woodland Cemetery, Dayton,” I replied. The two of us had were eastbound after spending the weekend exploring eastern Indiana and western Ohio, but I knew we still had a couple stops before reaching our destination for the night. “So whose grave are we looking for?” he asked … Continue reading Johnny Morehouse: A Boy and His Dog
