Friday, October 30, 2009

They Protect Him To This Very Day


The Gibbs family is interred in the Hillcrest Cemetery on Delsea Drive just outside Pitman, New Jersey.
I need to thank a very dear person for helping me with the information from the cemetery itself. I owe you much more than a debt of gratitude and I can only hope that my efforts in this project serve you well in the way that they need to.
For several years, Ed Gibbs' grave was unmarked.
We now know, as of this week, that that isn't the case any longer.
His grave is clearly marked in the family plot.
Ed is buried between his mother and father.
J. Lester Gibbs died in 1964. He wasn't a well man during his son's murder trial and collapsed several times and had a heart attack early on in the proceedings.
Mrs. Florence Gibbs died in 1993.
She placed her son next to his father and then upon her passing, next to her also.
The symbolism there is screaming.
They are flanking him in death as they did in life.
It was told to me that the position of the resting places speaks volumes as to the mindset of the Gibbs parents.
It's only natural that no parent could imagine or believe that their child could have done to Marian Baker what Ed Gibbs did to her.
He confessed and gave the world the details. Not all of them were revealed. The very worst weren't necessary for the success of the trial on the Prosecution's side and they surely weren't going to be revealed by the Defense.
But most parents would somehow, someday, come to grips with the truth and have to admit to themselves that their child was a murderer. They would still love the child, but the truth would become a very dark but tangible part of their reality.
Marian's aunt and uncle, the O'Donels, were faith-filled Christian people. They found peace and forgiveness for the Gibbs family through Christ. They wrote to the Gibbs' several times telling them of their Christian compassion and forgiveness, clearly telling them that they held nothing against the Gibbs parents for what Ed had done.
Not one response ever came back.
The O'Donels were surprised and puzzled.
Now, it seems a bit clearer.
J. Lester died in 1964. Florence lived the rest of her days never truly believing that her Eddie had killed Marian Baker. Her psychological timbre was so fragile that she removed anything to do with the crime, trial and execution from her reality.
Her behavior and demeanor at her son's services is macabre but telling.
Florence Gibbs could finally, for the first time in her life since the birth of her baby boy, Eddie, relax.
She now knew and would know for all time, where he was, if he was safe and what he was doing.
He was "home".
Florence mothered Ed "in a box" for as long as she could while he was alive.
It wasn't easy. And she was a walking nervous wreck.
But now, Eddie was in the big box and he couldn't get hurt, he couldn't fail, he couldn't put a dark mark on the family name and he couldn't challenge the desires and decisions of the family anymore.
Eddie didn't kill Marian. But Eddie passed away.
So Florence made potato salad and hosted the mourners and went on with her life.
And when her husband died, he took his place at the side of Eddie, and she would flank him years down the road.
I almost feel  a sense of defiance in Florence Gibbs.
It would have hurt many mothers to ignore a letter from the O'Donel family. They reached out in Christian love and compassion.
I truly wonder if Florence kept the letters. I would love to know if they were part of her personal effects when she died.
Or if they were thrown in the trash as Florence hummed to quiet the voices in her head.

Two Lines Left Their Points of Origin......And Their Intersection Was Deadly



The Franklin and Marshall College Campus served as the point of intersection for the lines that reperesent the lives of Marian Louise Baker and Edward Lester Gibbs.
Had Marion not been employed there, and had J. Lester and Florence Gibbs not demanded that their only child, son Eddie attend college, they never would have encountered each other.


The photos of the F & M campus show it's beauty from the past. It remains a beautiful campus today.
Steeped in authentic history, it's been the locus of learning of those who have gone into the world to create and generate impact and progress.

Marian Baker loved F & M. She was much more that "just a secretary". Marian was loved and very well thought of. That is precisely why no one even thought of checking the financial records or books when she was reported missing. There was never a question as to her honesty.

Edward Lester Gibbs had been a big fish in a small pond at Pitman High in New Jersey. He had excelled in most sports and was well known and well thought of. His family name was well known and his once uncle had been the Mayor of Pitman. That ended with the 1953 election. I do not for a fact whether his term limits prevented him from running again, whether he ran and lost or given the conviction and execution of his nephew, he decided to avoid the public limelight.


Marian graduated from Penn Manor, having taken the Commercial Course. She was hired shortly after graduation by Hamilton Watch Company, in the cafeteria. By a stroke of good luck, at the time, she was notified of a job opening at Franklin and Marshall College. There was no doubt as to her suitability for any job. She was meticulous, she was a hard worker, a pleasant and respectful and respectable young lady and conscientious beyond measure. She loved her job, she loved the college and she was in the midst of one of the happiest periods in her life. She became engaged at Christmas of 1949 to Edgar Rankin and looked forward to married life.



Marian Baker didn't have a promiscuous day in her life.
She was able to smile and appear to be rather comfortable with others, yet she may have been quite shy on the inside. She smiled easily and was an attractive young woman.
Jealous females who couldn't understand "the draw" of Marian made snide remarks and innuendoes. That practice goes on today, in great numbers and with far more insult included to anyone who the masses don't quite understand.

Marian's easy smile and friendliness, coupled with her lack of promiscuity made her the topic of comments and conversation. In addition to the jealous females, who clearly didn't know Marian at all, the men who got nowhere with Marian added fuel to the fire. The old fashioned, is it really?, practice of claiming to have gotten farther with a female than the facts would support was an insult to Marian.
The salacious claims would have gone down in history unspoken and unknown to all had Marian not been murdered in 1950.
Marian was popular with the college administration and officials. They recognized her loyalty to the school and her class. She was chosen to judge an advertising poster contest of Alpha Delta Sigma on the campus, in early 1949. She joined the ranks of Nancy Stonesifer, the Assistant Professor's wife who also worked with Marian in the Treasurer's Office and Max Hannum, the Assistant to the Dean. Alpha Delta Sigma was the national advertising fraternity. I have been told that Ed Gibbs was a member of Alpha Delta Sigma, being a Business major. Is this where he first met Marian. We know that he knew her from his visits to the Treasurer's Office. But that could have been the setting of Ed's first spying Marian, the beautiful young lady.

Marian participated in the college that she loved so dearly. I have wondered about Marian's later life. Would she have left the college to have children and raise them? Or would she hold the college so dear to her heart and stay on campus and grow and become even more a thread in the fabric of F & M?

The photograph of Marian that hung in the Bursar's Office in East Hall on the campus is of great interest to me and to others very close to Marian. I am in the process of finding out what happened to that photograph.
Did it hang there until the demolition? Was it placed in college storage? I'm anxiously awaiting answers to those questions.
Marian's photograph needs to be rehung. Or a commissioned painting of her needs to replace it.
Her heart belonged to F & M and she would be honored to be remembered there.

What an opposing view of humanity you get when you compare Marian Louise Baker to Edward Lester Gibbs.
There is NO comparison.
Gibbs had his demons. His mother's instability, his father's ineffectual stance.
Overprotected and spoiled, Ed was denied the very tools of development he needed to face life as a functioning adult. But he knew his own shortcomings. He bailed on help at the Guidance Center at F & M.
He needed to stand up to J. Lester and Florence and tell them that as a married adult man he was dropping out of college and getting a job. That was all he needed to do.
His parents needed to allow a separate human being the right to choose how he lived his life.
I hold no pity for Gibbs. I can understand the parts of the horror picture that became his life, but I don't excuse it.
A lack of courage killed Marian Baker.
Gibbs' parents lack of courage in allowing their son to make his own choices and perhaps not live up to the family name.....
Ed's lack of courage in taking a stand and doing what he needed to do. He wasn't going to graduate. He needed to blurt it out, hand his mother a handkerchief and take his lumps.
The Gibbs family in it's entirety is responsible for Marian's murder.
Ed wielded the lug wrench but his parents were sitting on his shoulder.
Societal position and appearance were more important to them than their son's happiness.
I can't imagine the relief Ed would have felt if at Christmas of 1949, when he did indeed tell his mother that there was a chance he'd not graduate, his mother would have shed a few tears and dealt with it.
Instead, her show of histrionics fed Ed's pathological desire to please. So he told her he was just kidding.
Christmas 1949....
Marian is filled with joy and happiness as she becomes engaged to Edgar Rankin.
Ed Gibbs is filled with dark frustration and rage.
And on January 10, 1950 Marian Baker paid the price for the sins of the Gibbs family.
Sad and horrible in its own right.
Now add to that a sloppily written book, by a largely absent author, tossing innuendo and scandal onto the memory of Marian Baker, where it surely didn't belong.
Gehman victimized Marian all over again.
And to this day, those that knew her and love her still just can't cotton to that.
It's never set well. It doesn't today.



Wednesday, October 28, 2009

An Early Night and Some Final Thoughts!

We have a long day on the road tomorrow, so I'm calling it an early night here.
Plans are being made to meet with at least one more friend of Ed Gibbs. I am so anxious to hear more personal impressions of him. If anyone ever really knew him.......
As always, I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to several folks who understand how important this project is. What started as my fascination and compulsion to learn more about the case and Marian Baker, in particular has now become so so much more!
This is all about Marian Louise Baker. And finally, there's a real chance for the right thing to be done.
I have to say I'm honored to be able to even participate in this journey.
And I am so so sorry I was never able to meet her. Sincerely.


I'll update here when we get back tomorrow night. Have a safe and wonderful night, all! :)

Ancestry.com and The Master Family Calendar

I've been addicted to genealogy for several years now. Thank heavens I always had an ear to the door when I was growing up! I've been able to trace one branch of my maternal grandmother's mother-in-law's side of the family (that would be my great-grandmother, maternal) back to the 1500's in the Alsace Region of France.
The history of that region is incredible. It's clear that some of our relatives in that branch survived the Black Death. Amazing stuff.
My daughter and I are history nuts, so we've done extensive research into the daily lives of people along the timeline. We know what was occurring in their towns, what their daily routines were like, the wars that were beginning, the exodus and nomadic behavior of the people, the revolutions, the normal dress, customs and foods of the times as well. Some of our records are detailed enough about our ancestors that their actual birthdays are listed.
I keep many birthdays forefront in my mind. My parents, my Nanny (maternal grandmother), brother, aunts, uncles, etc.
But we thought it would be really significant to transcribe all of the dates of birth of all of the ancestors we could locate and fill in a Master Family Calendar.
It would be pretty remarkable to know on any given day, which one of our ancestors arrived in this world, in say, 1502.
We've been able to locate the Passenger Lists from many of the ships that brought our ancestors to this country from various parts of Europe. We have ties to Ireland, Switzerland, France, Germany and that middle ground of Alsace that changed sovereign hands many times in the short window of 75 years. Sometimes it was Germany, sometimes it was France.
Today, the accepted language is French, but there are still those who speak the ancestral Alsatian dialects.
We've studied some of our familial migration patterns throughout Europe. Amazing.
We know which relatives were alive and survived the French Revolution.
We know which ancestors held positions of power and the days some of them married.
I promised my daughter I'd have the calendar completed for her by Friday. I've never been one to turn down a challenge :)
We do know now that our ancestors, after leaving Europe, arrived in Fair Play, MD, Philadelphia and other ports. One branch of our tree turns out is one of the oldest families here in Delaware, based near Pearson's Corner in Kent County. Some headed to New Castle and Wilmington. Others settled in Philadelphia and others went west.
The branch from Philadelphia ventured into Chester County, PA which at one point belonged to Maryland. Chester County, PA later became part of southern Lancaster County.
We have been based in Providence Township, Martick Township (that is not a misspelling), Smithville and Conestoga.
On my paternal side, we originated in Switzerland. Here in this country, we were based in Lexington, PA, Brunnerville, Warwick Twp, Akron, Ephrata and Rothsville, to name but just a few.
I could research the family trees all day long. If I ever win the lottery, you'll know where to find me lol
And today, my daughter and I decided we now have at least one more travel spot to add to our list.
We really feel compelled to travel to Alsace.
Our ties are so strong and so far reaching there.
We have the potential to view the headstones of relatives born in the early 1500's. That just takes my breath away. But the stones aren't going to be around forever and if we're going to see them personally, that is a trip that we can't postpone much longer.
I have no idea how many hours we'd be on the plane...... that wasn't on my list, not even close. Until today.
I'd better start saving up. I would imagine a flight across the 'big lake' isn't all that inexpensive.
I have enough trouble finding the time to cover two or three states! lol
Once the calendar is finished this week, I may post it. I think it's just fascinating stuff!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It's a Totally New Story: The Marian Louise Baker Only A Few Were Privileged To Know

Most people feel it's just an old, worn out cliche...."To know her is to love her."

In Marian Louise Baker's case, it was simply true.

The young woman was respected, admired, liked and loved by all who were lucky enough to know her.

Until the crime in 1950, Marian wasn't in the public spotlight. And once the murder hit the media, the true Marian was never shared with the public. The newspapers articles repeatedly called her pretty or lovely. They also dabbled in the salacious with comments about the murder occurring in a "Lovers Lane" setting.
They never intimated that Marian had a hand in her own death or that she had it coming, but the true essence of Marian was never researched or presented.
Yes, Gibbs was definitely the bad guy. He was never, ever referred to with any real sense of sympathy or understanding. He bashed the life out of a beautiful young woman, in broad daylight, for no good apparent reason. You can't defend that.
The newspapers played their role in allowing questions to arise and swirl as to why Marian was with Ed Gibbs the day he killed her.
Richard Gehman made it a three-pointer.
Maybe the rules were different back then. Authors today are held to a level of truth and research. There are always others out there "fact checking" to keep other authors legitimate.
Not the case with Gehman.
The main character in his book was Gibbs. Clearly.
But Gehman took liberties with Marian Baker's name and reputation.
And never once spoke directly with her family.
He made sure to mention any innuendo and questionable behavior or rumor about Marian, but only countered it with brief, obligatory rebuttal. A few sentences couldn't possibly balance the information. And they certainly didn't tell the truth.
To this day, Marian is remembered and loved. Those that love her have never come to grips with the injustice done to her not only by Gibbs but by Gehman as well.
The real Marian Baker was so much more than anyone ever knew.
She was indeed a simple country girl. But she was meticulous in her work, well thought of by her employers and she loved F & M. She was not simply a secretary. She had shown her mettle and her intelligence as well as her conscientous attention to detail and accuracy. And she was such a pleasant person to be around.
She had a shy smile but never spoke badly of anyone. She had her opinions as we all do but she knew how to control her words. She never intentionally hurt anyone. She had true class. And she was a lady.
The folks she worked with at F & M recognized the qualities that made Marian the lady that she was and they often asked her to participate in college activities. I will never be sure, given the horrible turn of events, but I believe that had Marian lived, she had the potential to spend many, many successful years at F & M. She did, indeed love the school and the school did love her.
My goal is to present the real Marian Baker.
Many who knew her are gone now.
But some do remain, and she deserves to be presented as she actually was.
Finally.
And it can stand as a record in history.
I do believe that she would appreciate that.
Many of you are following this journey along with me. It's much like peeling the layers of an onion.
For all my years of research into Marian and the murder, it's taken forty-one years for me to finally be able to know about Marian from sources that are real and accurate. I can't begin to accurately express my gratitude to those who love Marian so much to this day and who are sharing their memories with me.
You all are the last vestige of hope for any of us to know Marian.
My journey is posted here as I go. It's an ongoing work in progress. I will keep sharing as I go.
And when the time has come when I and those who love Marian feel that the story is as complete as it can ever be, my work will be organized, compiled and set forth in a complete, cohesive story about the life and love of Marian Louise Baker.
I can only wish to be as loved as she is tonight.
It makes me get very quiet realizing just how important she remains, how much a part of her family she is right at this moment.
There is a thread of DNA running through Marian's family that is unbroken and unaltered. And it is comprised of character and love. As I interact more with family and friends of hers, I'm impressed by the character of all involved.
I'll keep posting my journey in its unaltered state. When we're at the end of that road, it will all be a complete story. And it will be available to everyone.
I do need to say something about my comments about F & M.
I have had a problem understanding why no memorial was created in Marian's honor.
I can't speak for what the mindset was at the college in the days and years after her murder. I don't believe any slight was intended. It's just a shame that for the love she held for the school and for the love and admiration so many there had for her that there was no lasting remembrance of her.
It may take me a long while to finally decide how to proceed with an ongoing memorial to Marian.
I need to get to know her much better. Then it will be clear how to do something lasting in her honor.

The Road From New Guildford, Columbiana, Ohio to New Bloomfield, Perry County, Pennsylvania


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Monday, October 26, 2009

Marian Baker's Birth Mother, Mrs. Helen B. Soule Baker Britcher


Marion Louise Baker was the child of Walter M. Baker and Helen B. Soule, of Perry County, PA.
She had one older brother, Ross Dalton Baker.
Both children would spend their childhoods with maternal aunts and their families, Ross being legally adopted eventually. Marian couldn't have been any more a daughter to Aunt Allie and Uncle Jack with a piece of paper saying it was so. She was their daughter and they loved her as one of their own. Losing Marian in the way that they did was horrific for the O'Donels, but their faith bolstered them.
I've come to learn that the family from which Marian came is made of very strong stuff. They are a family of love, loyalty and perseverance. And above all else, love for one another.
The story of Marian Louise Baker begins with her roots.


Sunday, October 25, 2009

Purpose, Responsibility and Integrity

I often wonder what truly drives most writers to write.
It is that burning desire, or compulsion to get their innermost thoughts, plots, revelations and passions out to the public?
Some write only for themselves. They have no public readers. Much like the diaries we had as kids, journals, private blogs and sites allow some to just share what they need to say just to commit it to time and place.

Depending on the genre, you can sometimes get a feel for what motivates the author.

Novelists often have to tell "the great story". And thank God some of them have.
Poets have to wax poetic. They just have to. It's not a genre that I can fully understand or embrace, but there are some poems, hymns and other pieces that truly do make me feel something. And that, I believe, is why they write.

In the reality-based genre you have true crime, how-to, public commentary, journalism, travel guides, cooking, and so on. This is where it gets sticky.
Even in a historical novel, there has be basis in fact. You can't treat a reader as if they're stupid. If your story is placed in time, the setting and surroundings have to ring true. If they don't, the reader will shut you down in a heartbeat. You've lost them.
Some writers, especially in journalism truly desire to share the truth with the world.
Some are compelled to write with the greater good of the public in mind. They are acting on a need to serve.
On the other hand, some are egocentric. It's not so much the guts of the story but their notoriety for extremism that they strive for.

I've learned that there is a true relationship that can and should be formed with the reader.
The reader extends to you the courtesy of their time and tentative interest.
The writer owes it to the reader to be honest and genuine. And treat the reader with respect.
The writer needs to keep his or her promises to the reader. If you promise follow up, you need to follow up.
If you let the reader down, you decimate the true relationship. The reader learns that the writer can't be trusted and holds no integrity.
It's like dangling a carrot in front of the reader and never letting them have it, despite the promise that one day they'll have that carrot.
Investigative journalism can be gritty and sometimes even dangerous.
If the reporter is indeed on the trail of misconduct, shady happenings and secret scandal, there are those that don't wish the truth to be found out or presented for all to see.
If the revelations of the reporter aren't backed and supported by quantifiable proof, the article or piece ends up being nothing more than a painless jab at the subject.
The longer I write, the more I pay attention to other writers. And I wonder what makes them write.
In some cases it's clear. In others, you can't really be sure.
We all form opinions about the authors we read. Nicholas Sparks doesn't do it for me. Seriously. The last novel I read from Sparks angered me for days. I kept waiting for it to "get good". I was sure that soon I would get to the page where it would all become electric and interesting. It never happened.
Bland and unmoving. To the very end.
He's lost me for good.
No worries, though. He won't miss my dollars on his next novel and there are plenty of other authors for me to read.
My focus right now is on true crime and the impact it has on the victim's family.
It's a "slippery slope" to be sure. But having been able to interact with families of crime victims who have been in the position to see the evil that rained down on their lives, I am now looking at the work of those authors in a far more serious light.
I believe there is a duty owed to the families and the victim.
They deserve to have the truth presented, not skewed or swayed, even to make the victim look more or less than they were in life.
But above all else, their loved ones, families and lives should never be picked over for profit or sensation.
I'll reserve judgement on the upcoming book about the Roseboro murder trial.
Many are surprised at my position and opinion on this, given my love for writing.
I do not support all authors or their motives hands down, without review.
Many were offended by the offering of Mr. Phelps that he would champion Jan Roseboro's memory or character. That was clearly offensive. He never met her, and he'd never know her name had she not been brutally murdered and then cast into to the public limelight. She became a source of profit by publication.
It would be disingenuous to throw "championing" Jan Roseboro as a motive, to the masses, if it's not the truth.
What is wrong with stating that you simply want to tell the story?
The anger at his words came from him sounding rather vitriolic in his purpose. It was overkill, no pun intended.
Just write the book and save the speeches about why you're doing it.
There is a natural anger and resentment felt by loved ones when a stranger swoops down and feasts on their tragedy for profit or fame. Just ask anyone in that position.
The families feel as if the victim is being hurt all over again.
Keep your motives real and honest.
Those that wish to know the story as you have researched it and presented it, will read it.

There used to be such a sense of integrity and truth in the writing realm.
Now it's about dollars and traffic.
And anyone with a computer can call themselves a writer or a reporter. You don't need the credentials at the outset.
But you do have to prove yourself.
Don't mistake numbers and activity for readers respect and admiration. Some read just to see the latest trainwreck.
It's like listening to someone rant and scream endlessly about everything.
After a while, people will tune in just for the entertainment of hearing the noise. The content no longer matters.

What any writer needs to focus on is the truth. Whether it be in a novel, a web blog, a news article or a product review. Do your homework and above all else, keep your promises.
As a society, our attention span is dwindling fast. We can't keep focused on fluff or unkept promises.
If you truly deliver, they'll read and keep reading.
For all the right reasons.

Accountability and integrity need to matter as much as the profits. I refuse to believe there can't be a meeting of those facets.

Some who are far more knowledgeable about the Marian Baker case than I  have known from the start that the facts as presented, at least in the book by Richard Gehman aren't quite right. Some are far from the mark. Some don't hit the target in the least.
I've come to learn much about the book, "A Murder In Paradise" by Richard Gehman. What I've learned I've learned from some who know the facts better than anyone else in the world. Their knowledge is the actual truth.
It's not that well known how the book was written. Gehman didn't do much leg work.
He culled newspaper clippings, some files, actually using the help of friends and colleagues in Lancaster, rather than doing the grunt work himself. What resulted was a superficial and loosely written retelling of some facts, a presentation of erroneous information and the insertion of a mood of scandal and innuendo.
This wasn't a project to tell the truth.
It clearly wasn't a passion of Gehman's to do his own research, figure out the facts, examine the discrepancies and ultimately tell the whole story.
He left much ground uncovered.
He didn't do a disservice to Ed Gibbs.
Ed was far more than Gehman ever learned or shared. If he did learn the truth about Gibbs, apparently he didn't care to tell it.
Gehman did a huge disservice to Marian.
By playing hard and fast with the rules, and taking the lazy way out and having others do the leg work for him, he slighted her name and her reputation.
The book had no underlying purpose other than to earn money for Gehman and feed the preoccupation with the murder that most Lancastrians held.
It was a sure seller, at least in the relatively local market.
Some purchased the book simply to have a record of the local geographic ties.
Some wanted it because they knew some of the folks involved.
And some were true crime buffs.
If Gehman was going to write "the" book on the Marian Louise Baker murder, he owed it to everyone to do his homework and present the truth in a respectful and professional manner.
He skimmed the surface and published rumor, someone-who-knows-someone-told-me sort of stuff.
He didn't devote himself to the factual research that everyone deserved.
I'm curious to this day what process he used to determine what to include and what to ignore.
Surely, the publishers wanted to make money.
And scandal sells.
When you get down to the very bottom of it, he didn't have to write the book at all.
But being a Lancaster boy, I think, made this seem like an easy write.
The interest in the murder bordered on obsession. There was no question it would sell.
Add to that Gibb's refusal to provide any additional details other than his "impulse" claim and there you have it.
I hold authors to high standards. I trust that when they complete a piece, whether it be a short article or a lengthy novel, it's based on research done with integrity.
The smallest error in their published facts bothers me quite a bit.
If they get the basics wrong, the whole piece now is suspect to me.
Case in point......
Gehman wrote that the O'Donels, who raised Marian had younger daughters.
Completely wrong.
They had a daughter and a son.
That fact is basic and not integral to the facts of the murder.
But it's integral to the story.
What kind of research did Gehman do?
Apparently not much and most of it wasn't done very well.
His name in the publishing field doesn't impress me.
Simply because he had written and been published before affords him no freebies with me.
It shouldn't have with anyone.
But the fact that he cared so little about some of the simple facts taints his work.
To him, Marian's foster siblings weren't important. But they were important to the family, to those who loved Marian.
That error alone tells me all I need to know about Richard Gehman.
He simply didn't care.
It's been rumored and published that he did have a clear problem with alcohol. I have no idea what role that could have played in his publishing of incorrect content.
I can only imagine how Marian's friends and family would have felt, reading or hearing about Gehman's sloppy presentation of the facts surrounding the worst thing that ever happened to them.
It would make some feel as if they were raped and pillaged after Marian endured the bludgeoning by Ed Gibbs.
I have been told that Marian's brother, Ross, had extremely strong feelings about the book.
He saw it as nothing more than a salacious and sleazy attempt to sensationalize the murder and therefore increase the profits.
Gehman dabbled in the lives of all involved. And did it with carelessness and a lack of empathy.
He should have left it alone if he truly didn't care enough to present the truth and accurate facts.
I want to know how long it took him to write the book, from start to finish, including the time it took his friends to do the actual digging and research.
His thanks to them in the book represents more than it seems.
Without their legwork there would have been no book.
Gehman certainly didn't put the time or effort into it to make sure it was a complete and honorable work.

I'm going to go back to 'square one' with the case.
There are far too many errors published and accepted as fact.
And if I'm going to tell the truth about Marian Louise Baker, her life and her death, there is no way she's going to be victimized again. Not by me.
I can't control the facts. They are what they are.
But her story, up to the time of her death, is beautiful!
It's filled with family and love and laughter. Yes, there were hurts and tears. No doubt about that. But how the family handled the painful phases of life with faith, dignity and love is a testament to what this family was and is made of.
To this day, there are those who wish to have the world know the real Marian.
She was shortchanged in the saddest of ways after her death. And it was done for profit, with carelessness.
This family still cares. And this family still loves Marian.
Words are cheap. Actions truly do speak louder than words.
Marian was never forgotten and never minimized by her loved ones.
And to this day, they care that the real girl gets her day.
And I'll do all I can to make sure that happens :)

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Three Trips To The Harnish Cottage and The Hidden Clothing

Ed Gibbs made three distinct trips to the Harnish cottage in West Lampeter Township on January 10, 1950, if he is to be believed. It's already clear that Ed Gibbs lied about much surrounding the events leading up to and including the murder of Marian Louise Baker.
It's difficult to determine if he injected any truth to his statement about his activities after the murder.
His first trip to the cottage was with Marian in his car. He killed her there.
After bludgeoning her to death, he dragged her body down by a garbage dump on the property after having tossed her pocketbook a short distance from where he had killed her. He then got back in his car and drove back to the F & M campus.
He claims he then got undressed, took a shower and returned to his room to get dressed.
He took his coat, sweater and socks and placed them on the backseat of his car and drove back to the Harnish cottage. Gibbs admitted that the coat, sweater and socks were bloody and that is why he wished to dispose of them.
When he got to the Harnish cottage on trip number two, he picked up her purse and left the scene, driving out toward Maple Grove. Behind Maple Grove, the threw the lug wrench, his socks, his sweater and coat as well as Marian's umbrella into the stream. He then got back in his car and returned to the college again.
He picked his wife up at Armstrong Cork Company at the end of her shift .
At 7:30 pm that same night, he took a shovel from the basement of East Hall and drove back out to where Marian's body remained. This would be the third trip to the Harnish cottage.
He claims he took the shovel with him to dig a grave but the many roots prevented him from doing so.
He dragged Marian to the excavation under the cottage, covered her with corrugated tin and a saw horse, scattering leaves around the area and lastly placing the incinerator at the spot where he hid Marian's body.
He then drove to Stump's Service Station and disposed of Marian's rings. He didn't return to the scene of the crime after that he says.
The next day, though, he went back to Maple Grove and grabbed the jacket out of the stream where it was still floating.
On Gibbs' last trip to the cottage the night he killed her, in the dark of night, with a flashlight he purchased on South Prince Street enroute, he removed rings from Marian's fingers but claimed he didn't know why he did so.
After his confession, Gibbs accompanied the police to the attic of East Hall on the F & M campus and showed them where he had hidden his bloody clothes. They found his brown corduroy jacket and his sweater. The socks weren't located at that time. So far, I don't know if they were found later or not.
The complete transcript may tell me that.
The next morning, the authorities were able to locate Marian's purse, the lug wrench and the umbrella, or what was left of it after Gibbs had broken and bent it to make it easier to dispose of.

It strikes me as extremely remarkable that Gibbs not only returned to the murder scene once, but three times.
Three times within less than twenty four hours of killing Marian.

Marian and Nancy Stonesifer had a good laugh when Marian had returned from lunch at the college cafeteria. Marian was rushed, sitting at her desk without removing her coat and realized she had forgotten her umbrella. Much like myself, apparently Marian had quite a habit of losing or forgetting umbrellas! :)
She must have gone back for it. It was with her when Ed Gibbs killed her.
I am now curious as to where Ed Gibbs was when Marian went back for her umbrella.
She took the CTC bus from the corner of College and James Streets. The Sigma Pi house was on James Street. I don't know exactly where. But I wonder if Ed had encountered Marian or spoke briefly with her, knowing that she was headed downtown.
Why did Ed Gibbs tell another student that he had driven Marian downtown that day?
That statement still makes no sense.

My biggest question tonight is this.
Ed Gibbs claimed that he remembered nothing except reaching over to choke Marian, chasing her and continuing to choke her. What he related after that point he claims he had to surmise because he had no memory of it, but came to conclusions based on what he saw when he "came to".
He said that he must have hit her with the lug wrench because of all the blood and the lug wrench in his hand.
He had blood on his jacket, his sweater and his socks. So much blood that he needed to get out of them, get a shower and then dispose of them.
If there is blood flowing to the extent that it greatly covers a jacket, the sweater under the jacket and your socks, how do you NOT get blood all over your trousers or pants?
Not once was Gibbs trousers or pants mentioned.
Again, the official transcript may clear that up. But nowhere, to date, are his trousers even mentioned.
Given that he probably had his shoes on, how much of his socks were exposed? How much was covered by his pant legs?
If Ed Gibbs had trousers on, the blood would have been prevented from soaking his socks by his trouser legs.
Did he scrub his shoes? No mention of them appears anywhere either.
He mentioned that on the second trip to the Harnish cottage, he had taken a towel with him to clean the handle of the inoperative pump on the property. After killing Marian he tried to pump water to wash his bloody hands but was unsuccessful. Worried that his fingerprints could be taken from the handle, he made sure to clean it with the towel.
He never wavered in his story of having choked her, then getting the keys out of the ignition of his car, going to the trunk, grabbing the lug wrench and then "apparently" beating Marian to death.
The autopsy didn't reveal much severe damage to the structures of her throat or trachea.
And if she was at least unconscious from the choking, giving him time to walk to his car, get the keys, go to the trunk, grab the lug wrench, then how did she receive the wounds to the different locations of her head?
The largest wounds weren't in the same anatomical location or region of the skull. One was right frontal, the other left parietal. The left parietal wound extended into and through the ear canal. The force used was monstrous.
She wasn't unconscious enough to be rendered immobile. And he certainly didn't have the opportunity to just saunter to the car for the keys and the lug wrench. Marian wasn't immobilized when he struck her with the lug wrench. Her wounds tell that clearly and unequivocally. In a murderous rage, the killer doesn't lay the weapon down, turn the victim's head to the side and then resume the beating.
Marian sustained other injuries. I will confirm that when I view the photos from the crime scene and the autopsy.
I in no way wish to upset her loved ones with my frank discussion of the physicality of the attack. It is just extremely important to finally understand what Ed Gibbs really did to Marian that day. He lied throughout the trial, even to his own attorney.
The quotes attributed to Hense Brown are confusing. He was sure Ed wasn't telling the whole story.
Clearly. Brown saw the photos and read the report. He KNEW Ed wasn't telling the whole story.
Several people knew that to be a fact. Brown had caught him in several lies.
How and why that was never entered into the court proceedings is an issue unto itself. We'll cover that later.
It is vital to understanding how very innocent Marian Baker was in the progression of events that day.
The lies started when Ed Gibbs offered her a ride. And he stuck to his lies to the bitter end.
He took her life, he helped take a bit of her reputation and he took the truth with him.
Marian deserves that the truth be told, finally.
I can't help but feel that the timing here is significant.
There is a time for everything. And perhaps there were factors in place, people still loving and missing Marian so over the past sixty years that it just wasn't the time for the truth to be told just yet, in the way that it needs to be told. I'm sure no one who ever knew her or loved her wanted the lies and innuendoes to go on; it just hurt so much to delve into it again.
Marian deserves the truth. And she deserves to have the respect that she was shown when she was alive.
Those who really knew her, loved her, worked with her and spent any time with her knew the real Marian.
She was meticulous, witty, funny, caring and a lady.
Those who knew her knew the truth.
It's sad that because of what was done to her, in the societal time in which it occurred, she was presented in a questionable light. And the pain and frustration of having to live with those undeserved rumors and a sullied reputation has to come to an end. And the truth will do that. It will finally show everyone, especially those who never had the privilege or honor of knowing her, just what Marian Baker was made of.
Marian was "good stuff". She still is :)

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Edward Lester Gibbs Circa 1949



Edward Lester Gibbs in 1949 at F & M.
Married two years to the former Helen Woodward, his academic record was spiraling fast and so was his marriage.
The very idea of dropping out of school to get a job was completely unacceptable to his parents, Joseph Lester and Florence Gibbs.

Further Clarification To Answer Several Readers' Questions

I'll keep this brief.
The moment I read the comment sent to me by a person claiming to have had meetings with Mike Roseboro, in a pay-for-sexual behaviors setting, I called the District Attorney's Office in Lancaster, PA. The person who sent the comment claims to be a minor.
I was immediately transferred to one of the County Detectives and we spoke.
Per mutual arrangement, we spoke again later that afternoon.
I emailed all information and links to him directly and told him everything I know about the person who sent the comment and information.
He is aware that I will be completely forthcoming should I learn anything further or have any additional information even remotely related to this situation.
The possibility that a minor child was indeed molested by a pedophile, no matter who it may be, warranted my immediate attention and action.
I again thank the DA's Office and the County Detective. Extremely professional, he was thorough and prompt in his attention to the matter.
I will post this again clearly.
I have no independent knowledge about the person making the comment or the truthfulness of the comments posted. That is for the DA's Office and the County Detective to handle.
I will not comment on this or discuss it in any manner.
I have no doubt that the DA and the County Detectives will handle this thoroughly, one way or the other.

Current Synopsis of the Research/Progress In The Marian Baker Story

Marian Baker is so much more than a young woman who was brutally murdered in Lancaster County in 1950. That has always been evident but is becoming so much clearer as the days go by.
What started as my unsettling questions, for almost all of my life, has now turned into a clear understanding that it is not just the facts surrounding the case that need clarification and explanation.
Marian Baker was ill used by the press and the media. It began as soon as she was reported missing and the investigation began.
Marian Louise Baker was on an errand in downtown Lancaster. She was on her errand as part of her job at F & M. She was a happy young woman, engaged to be married and excited over picking her engagement ring up at Kay's and then having her hair done later that afternoon.
She accepted the offer of a ride back to campus.
Ed Gibbs spun a quick tale and headed south on Prince Street.
What he testified to as the conversation in the car as they headed away from the campus, not toward it, is a lie.
Marian Baker was rushed with work and said so earlier in the day.
Immediately prior to leaving for downtown to go to the bank, the post office, and Kay Jewelers, she told Nancy Stonesifer that she was so rushed with work all of a sudden that she was worried she'd miss her five-thirty p.m. hair appointment.
She was so excited about that appointment that she told one of the women she saw during her errands that she wouldn't recognize her the next day, due to having her hair done.
Tuesday, January 10, 1950 was a gray, cold day. By accepting Ed Gibbs' offer of a ride back to campus she could save time. Taking the bus back would have taken longer.
Ed Gibbs didn't count on Nancy Stonesifer's recollection of the comment made by Marian as she sat down right after lunch, at her desk, not even taking the time to remove her coat as she got ready to head downtown.
Ed Gibbs lied about the ride down Prince Street.
Why he wasn't questioned about the earlier mind set of Marian about being rushed confuses me.
It has always been portrayed that Marian quite willingly headed back to the Harnish cottage without question. That is incorrect.
Marian wasn't interested in a joy ride. She wasn't interested in seeing the scenery.
She wanted to get back to campus, get her work done quickly and keep her five thirty hair appointment.
What did Ed Gibbs suddenly come up with to keep Marian calm as he headed down Prince Street?
He never told a soul.
But he lied to her. And he lied to everyone else about those facts.
Marian was a lady. And I'm sure she would have kept her frustration to herself as she probably checked her wristwatch, calculating the time she would have left to get her duties done and still keep her appointment.
Marian treated everyone with respect. Even Ed Gibbs.
Ed had no idea that Marian had told Nancy Stonesifer that his continual chatter about himself made her sick.
If he had maybe he would have had second thoughts about picking her up in front of the Lancaster Post Office that day. Knowing that she wasn't impressed with his false face and false persona, maybe he would have grunted in dismissal and kept on walking.
But Marian wasn't only respectful and a lady, she was kind.
And being rushed, she thought that a ride back to the campus was a great plan.
Ed Gibbs made up a lie and made Marian believe that this was temporary detour.
I'm sure she was a bit less than happy at the sudden change in route.
What makes my blood run cold is thinking about the point in time when she began to become afraid.
I'm sure she experienced what we all would in that circumstance. She probably told herself she was being silly. There really was nothing to be afraid of.
That little twinge in her stomach when things didn't feel quite right...
How surreal it all became in a hurry.
I believe to the very end she couldn't believe it was actually happening to her.
The truths about Ed Gibbs haven't been made public.
There are many.
I have no idea why the DA never pounced on the discrepancies in testimony.
Yes, he had the confession. He had what he believed, from the beginning, an air tight case.
But why not reveal some more truths about Ed Gibbs?
By revealing those truths would have removed the innuendo from Marian Baker.
Marian Baker never once entertained the thought of going to any remote wooded area with Ed Gibbs. She truly wasn't that kind of girl.
And THAT should have been part of the official record.
There are many wrongs to be righted in Marian's defense.
Ed Gibbs was a complete and total liar.
He killed Marian. And by his hands he helped the media and press to tarnish her character.
And that will not stand.

Let Them To Their Grief and Their Lives

I don't always like to use pictures or graphics but today they serve a real purpose. Above is a shot of the State Prison at Camp Hill.


This is another view of SCI at Camp Hill. It's a very real place.



This cemetery is like most that we have all gone to, to say goodbye to loved ones, to place flowers or momentos. We leave a piece of ourselves there. As hard as the related churches and caretakers try to make them beautiful final resting places, there is nothing pretty about a cemetery. It represents a broken heart, broken dreams, lives unfulfilled or long lives ended. Sometimes, it represents an evil slap across the heart of those who have had someone dear to them brutally and ruthlessly ripped from them.


Lately, I've been extremely focused on my research into the Marian Baker murder and Marian's story, in particular. It's been a little while since I have been moved to provide commentary, but today it's needed.
As I posted a few days ago, there is so much loss surrounding the Roseboro murder. There are no winners and never will be. The State of Pennsylvania is not a winner, nor are the residents of that state. Jan Roseboro's family didn't win with the verdict in the trial.
Jan is dead. That will never change, no matter the verdict or sentence imposed. Even the death penalty will never right the wrongs.
The State of Pennsylvania, in the person of DA Steadman and his team did what we all hope they will do for each and every one of us should we find ourselves in the horrible tragedy that Jan Roseboro found herself in, for absolutely no reason or provocation on her part. She was an innocent heart who lost it all.
Her children lost their Mom. Her sister and brother lost their loved sibling. Her friends lost so much as well.
It's only natural that society as a whole pays close attention to crimes such as this. We all did. Some of us have freely shared our steadfast opinions about all the players involved in the crime and the filthy affair that led to Jan's death.
As the months passed leading up to the trial, there were times I wondered if it was becoming harder and harder for some folks to remember that this isn't a movie or a tv drama.
This happened to real people. No different than you and I. Yes, their decisions may not be what we believe we would have ever chosen, under any circumstances. But Jan was one of us.
And for all intents and purposes, so was Mike Roseboro.
It became easy for many to get so caught up in the trial and the ponderings of the strategy the defense would use, the sleazy and cheesy scandal as it grew and grew and of course, the progressing pregnancy of Mike and Angie's child.
The trial is over. The sentence has been handed down. The appeal is a natural and expected result.
It's much like the hours or days after the funeral of a loved one.
In the instant of the loss, there are visitors, casseroles of food, phone calls.... but after the loved one is laid to rest, it slowly gets quiet. The chaos and furor that naturally occur when someone dies, naturally settles down and those left behind are left staring at their empty hands wondering what to do next.
After the trial and the sentence pronouncement, it got very quiet for those left behind by Jan Roseboro.
In the sigh of relief, there is a deafening silence.
So it is for the Roseboro family.
Their daughter-in-law died at the hands of their only son.
Their grandchildren are without a mother.
And they are without one of their children.
If we aren't careful we can all lose sight of the reality of what everyone who is so closely related to Jan and Mike is going through.
This is still not a movie. It is not a television docudrama.
Hence, my need to post pictures.
I wonder how many people truly have thought of what it's like to wake up in Camp Hill or even the Lancaster County Prison knowing that you will never, ever be able to choose what you will do in the next few minutes, never be able to come and go as you please, never have your freedom ever again?
Yes, Mike chose his actions and that is his loss. But it's sobering nonetheless.
He hasn't won a thing. He's lost it all.
There is a sadness for his life lost as well. He lost a life with his children, his family and his parents.
He's paying the price. Enough said.
Is it really necessary to pick over those bones day after day after day?
I would understand it better if the people ripping and tearing at the Roseboro case relentlessly were actually connected to the family. Some have never ever laid eyes on any member of the Roseboro family, let alone ever spoken to them. What vested interest do you really have?
Even Jan's own sister, who has lost so very much, hasn't been dancing with glee over the trial and the result, nor has she ranted and railed against the man who took her dear sister's life in the most heinous of ways?
With no true and honest tie to anyone involved in the family or the case, why can't it just be left alone?
From a Mom's point of view, my heart is broken for Jan. She isn't here in the physical sense to hold her children or watch them grow up.
They will never fill that hole in their lives.
From the same point of view, my heart is broken for Mr. and Mrs. Roseboro.
They did nothing wrong. They loved their children and they raised them well.
They have been fine people for as long as I or anyone in my family can remember. I have had many opportunities to interact with Ralph especially and I can't imagine how he is making it day to day with the burden he now bears.
Ann Roseboro has a son. She held him as a newborn, she rocked him when he cried.
And now, when he is hurt or cold or scared, she can't help him.
For God's sake, give these people a rest.
This is not a movie. This is not a television show.
It wasn't created for anyone's entertainment.
And during the early days after the crime and even for the duration of the trial, interest, even by total strangers made some sense.
But it's over.
Aren't we the lucky ones?
We can move on to the next "big thing".
We can go to bed tonight knowing that we can hug our sons in the morning.
And if they have a problem, they can sit across the kitchen table from us and talk to us.
And if the mood hits us, we can hug the heck out of them just because we love them.
The Roseboro's don't need anyone's permission to love Mike.
They don't need anyone's permission to do anything.
They do deserve the respect of everyone to let them to their grief and their loss and their lives.
What more is there to gain by keeping a circus atmosphere going in reference to their lives?
People are appearing gleeful and joking in talking about the very worst thing that could have happened to the Roseboro family.
Yes, Mike was convicted. But all the words slung at him hit his Mother first.
Does anyone understand that?
Or is keeping this circus going because it's the only thing that creates enough traffic that important?
Not one Mom I've spoken with has been able to not think about Ann Roseboro.
Many think of Missy too. She has lost her brother and her "normal" life just as they all have.
These people did nothing wrong and yet they have lost so much too.
Catastrophe happened to them. It was the result of choices made by their son.
But now that the State of Pennsylvania has taken care of it for all of us, isn't it time to show them some respect and let it be?
The giggles and "I know something else!" innuendoes are sickening and ridiculous.
The loudest gigglers and those who intimate the most often that they know more are the ones who know the least and have never ever met one Roseboro family member.
For any of you with a son, think about it.
I'm sure you would hate what he did, if you could even begin to allow yourself to believe that he did do it. But you can't stop loving your child. Not if you're any kind of Mom.
News flash!!!
DA Steadman and the State of Pennsylvania and the jury took care of business.
So if the relentless interest was solely because you are so very worried about justice and the scales being balanced, they got it!
I can hear a policeman in my head..."Move along folks! There's nothing else to see here!"
Literally.
This isn't a movie. These people are real.
Let them to their grief and their loss.
Stop causing them more pain.
Especially when it's steeped in nothing more than a desire to keep the entertainment going.
Show the Roseboro family some respect.

And when you do, you'll also allow Jan's children and family to deal with their grief and loss too.
Bashing Mike and ridiculing him hurts his children.
One day, as fully grown adults, they can read the court transcripts, the records and pour over the files and make up their own minds.
And even if they decide that they believe he did kill their Mom, he is their Dad.
They are allowed to love him.

It may be hard to grasp, but even the family of victims are impacted by relentless coverage and bashing of the convicted. It doesn't allow anyone the peace to try to move on.
They are the ones with the holes in their heart. If they aren't screaming everyday about their pain, then who on earth are we to keep shoving it under their noses? Especially for motives that are less than exemplary.
Jan's family wants to give the children the best life possible under the circumstances. They need to be able to just live. They don't need to know that total strangers, who mean nothing to them and their lives with their Mom, are having a field day trashing their Dad or rehashing the horrible facts and pain that tore their lives apart.

They wish to be left alone.
They wish to have their privacy back.
Mike's crime and conviction didn't take that from them. Well, it shouldn't have.
It's time for people to show some good sense and compassion and let these people alone.
They are dying inside while strangers are making jokes.
Put yourself in their shoes for just one moment and try to imagine how it feels.
Especially those of us with sons.
And even those of us with daughters.
Jan's children deserve peace. And trashing their Dad repeatedly hurts them.
And as I said, they don't need anyone's permission to love him.
Stop feeding on the tragedy of these families.
They need for you to stop.
Let them to their lives now.
Please.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Marian's Big Brother, Ross: A Life Of Honor

ROSS DALTON BAKER SMITH, son of the late Walter and Helen B. Soule Baker (Britcher) and adopted son of the late Curtis A. and Mary W. Soule Smith, died Monday, July 14, 2008 in the Perry Village Nursing Home, New Bloomfield. He was 82.

Mr. Smith is survived by his wife of 61 years, Madalene I. Wohletz of New Bloomfield; 2 daughters: Karen G. Diller of Lancaster and Anne M. Warfel of Bloomsburg. Also surviving are three grandchildren, George J. Kern and wife Stephanie of Flower Mound, TX, James D. Warfel and wife Yvonne of Berwick, and Marian L. Schlauch and husband Curtis of Odessa, TX; 2 half-brothers, Earl Britcher of Carlisle, John B. Britcher and a half-sister, Arlene M. Whisler of New Bloomfield. Also surviving are 8 great-grandchildren: Kobe, Tre’ and Aubrie Kern; Leslie and Britney Warfel; Britt, Dalton and Chesley Schlauch.

He was preceded in death by a sister, Marian Louise Baker.

Mr. Smith was born November 26, 1925 in New Bloomfield, where he attended the local schools. He was a graduate of New Bloomfield High School and Thompson Business College. He was a veteran of WWII, having served on the USS Lexington in the Pacific Theatre. He was awarded several medals and battle stars. Following his Naval duty, he was employed as the Sr. Correspondent for the State Workmen’s Compensation Board and later worked as a material and supply clerk at the US Naval Supply Depot in Mechanicsburg before becoming affiliated with PA Power and Light Company, at Safe Harbor, Lancaster County in the Clerical field. He later transferred to the Montour Steam Electric Station where he served as Chief Clerk for a five year period and completed his employment with PP&L Co., as Store Supervisor at Sunbury Steam Electric Station.

Mr. Smith was a member of Perry Historians, PA and World Wildlife Associations, Audubon Society, American Land Preservation Program, and United Seniors Association and the Heritage Foundation. Mr. Smith served as Republican Committeeman for several years in Conestoga Twp., Lancaster County, also served as Secretary and driver for the Conestoga Ambulance Association. He was Asst. P.T.A President at Creswell Elementary School and later President of the P.T.A. of the elementary school in Conestoga. He was a former member of the Conestoga Lions Club and secretary of the Bethel Evangelical Church Official Board as well as Assistant Superintendent. After moving to Perry county, Mr. Smith along with his wife were attendees of the East Newport First Church of God. Mr. Smith was recipient of the “Man of the Year” award in 1970 from the Conestoga Jaycees. A lover of writing, his first book, “Bitter Sweet the Days” was published in 1972.

Funeral services will be held at 11:00 a.m. on Friday, July 18, 2008 in the Boyer Funeral Home, 101 W. Main Street, New Bloomfield, PA, where a viewing will be held one hour prior to the service. Burial will be in the Snyder’s Church Cemetery, where full military honors will be rendered by New Bloomfield VFW Post #7463, and Newport American Legion Post #177. Pastor Cheryl Dorman, of East Newport First Church of God, will be officiating.

Memorial contributions may be made to the American Cancer Society, Capital Region, 3211 N. Front Street, Suite 100, Harrisburg, PA 17110; or the Capital Region American Heart Association, 4999 Louise Drive, Suite 104, Mechanicsburg, PA, 17055, or American Diabetes Association, 3544 North Progress Avenue, Suite 101, Harrisburg, PA, 17110.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Marian's Most Loyal Hero: Her Big Brother


Ross Dalton Baker Smith never forgot his little sister. He lived a life of honor and hard work.
Marian wrote to him when he was in the service and her letters to him still exist today.
He has a granddaughter named Marian Louise :)

Setting The Record Straight :)

It's been about 41 years since I read my Mom's copy of A Murder In Paradise in it's entirety and really did grasp what I was reading. From a little girl on up, Marian Louise Baker's smiling face shone out to us from the photo album at my Nanny Kelley's house in Conestoga.
Marian and her story have been with me the better part of my life. I guess I shouldn't say "her story" because it's taken this long to understand and know her story.
Everything happens for a reason and everything in it's own time....that is an absolute truth.
Coordinates have intersected. People have been at the keyboard, reading, surfing and clicking at the precise moments they were supposed to.
After all these years, everything is coming together to lift the fog, the lies and the fallacies.
And under the horror of the brutal murder, the truth still exists. And it's now time to tell it and to set the record straight.
Words are very powerful. Words that were written just a few short years after Marian's death are still reverberating today. And not setting well since they aren't based in fact.

To state one truth as simply as I can at this late hour........

Marian Baker was a beautiful little girl, born in New Bloomfield, Pennsylvania.
When she was 21, on an errand for her employer, she accepted the offer of a ride back to the F & M campus from Edward Lester Gibbs.
Edward Lester Gibbs was a predatory animal who had urges and a severe personality disorder.
He brutalized her, murdered her and hoped to get away with his crime.
Marian Baker was the victim.
Ed Gibbs was the pathological, perverted killer.
Marian's innocence was her only contribution to the events that led to her heinous murder.
Because of the goodness she possessed, she would have never even suspected that she was in any danger.
Until Gibb's car left the main road.
And then the day passed a threshold that could never be altered.
A good girl accepted a ride from a monster.
Gibbs was a monster. Not simply "off balance". He didn't simply "go out of his head" as he killed her. Yes, it was a sudden brutal attack. But it was fomented in the sickness of his depraved mind.
He choked her, he struck her with a lug wrench.
And when Ed Gibbs was done rendering her lifeless and brutalized, the media took their turn at her.
There's so much to say.....
It's late and I will be working on this again tomorrow afternoon.


Marian,
I know full well that right now, you're better than fine. You're there :) And the things we all worry and fret about or get so riled up about just don't seem all that important to you now, given the big picture and what you now know about life.
But I think you know how much you still matter to those who love you and have never forgotten you. And for at least my very own mundane, earthbound reasons, it's time to tell the truth about you and about what happened to you.
You were the quintessential good girl. Fact.
But to sell copies of a salacious and sloppily researched book, innuendoes and intimations were printed and shared with the world.
Those that knew you have never been at peace with that.
It hurts to remember what happened to you that day. It hurts them to know that you were ripped from them.
But what love there is! Sixty years after your passing you are still so very important.
And it seems that for some reason, the time is right.
It's time to set the record straight.
Your story is not limited to that horrible January day in 1950. It's filled with laughter and hugs. It's filled with tears and difficult decisions. It's filled with the love of family and the sacrifices that never felt like sacrifices when done with love.
Marian, I am so sorry for what happened to you as a child and as a young woman.
I'm going to do all I can to tell the truth, finally about you.
It's a love story :)
For your brief stay among us, you certainly planted much love. It still grows to this day.

Monday, October 19, 2009

I Welcome All Emails and Contact

I wanted to take a moment to thank those who are reading and keeping up with the research into the case and the story of Marian Louise Baker's short life.
I welcome any and all emails and contact. Feel free to contact me at any time.
And again, I need to reassure those so directly related to the persons involved and the crime itself...I have no interest in sensationalizing what occurred in 1950 or the aftermath.
Presenting the full truth, with compassion and respect is what I want to do.
Some of the truths aren't pretty. Many are not. And I will continue to respect all involved.
For those hesitant to make initial contact with me, I can assure you that your privacy is paramount. I keep my word. You can count on that.
Thanks for reading and for keeping this project about the truth and about the goodness that was Marian.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Wanting To Forget vs. Needing To Remember

The truth behind the Marian Louise Baker murder is deep. It's deeper and farther reaching than most ever truly allowed themselves to believe.
Sure, theories ran rampant throughout the state in the months and years after the conviction and execution of Edward Lester Gibbs. But very few knew. Really knew.
Some know the truth today.
But all this time there has been a dichotomy.
It's been a battle of people wanting to forget versus the need to remember Marian Louise Baker.
It reminds me of the Garth Brooks song, "The Dance".
To get to the good stuff, sometimes you have to suffer immeasurable loss.
And it seems to be a cosmically unfair result to have Marian and her full story not remembered to avoid having to face and acknowledge the evil depravity that rained down on her in the woods at the Harnish cottage that cold January day.
The full story is very much alive. And known by some. I have no idea where it will all go from here.
I truly don't. Sometimes it's enough just to know.
All I can say with certainty is that Marian Louise Baker was alive.
She was loved and she loved in return.
She loved plaid and she loved her brother.
And she loved New Bloomfield. And she loved Edgar Rankin and her engagement ring from Kay Jewelers.
She dreamed of being a wife and someday a mother.
She never was able to start her scrapbook.
Or plan her wedding.
But she was alive. And people loved her dearly.
For her to be forgotten is impossible in my mind.
But time does go on and those who knew her personally aren't going to live forever.
I am sad that F & M didn't create a scholarship in her name. Even a small one. Or a fund to help a student with book charges. Or meals.
Anything.
I would like to create a charity or donation in Marian's memory geared toward what she loved best and what mattered to her.
I am very lucky to have the feedback and help from some who knew her and her family well.
With their help, I simply want to create a living, ongoing way to remember Marian and help someone.
Marian got a kick out of doing things for others.
And that would be a wonderful way to make sure no one forgets her name.
On April 10, 2010 Marian would be 82 years old.
It's about time the good things that made Marian, Marian are passed on so everyone can remember the little girl, born in New Bloomfield, who loved her brother and had a beautiful smile.....
I have to say it. Shame on you, F & M. You had THE opportunity to remember her. I understand PR and collegiate politics. But come on, this was a young girl who worked for you faithfully for four years, without incident.
Your need to separate your reputation from the crime of your student Edward Lester Gibbs caused you to disrespect one of your most faithful stewards. Shame on you.

Helen Woodward Gibbs...Woodward....Beck

Helen Woodward was a dark haired beauty from Haddonfield, New Jersey. She and her parents, Mr. and Mrs. John R. Woodward moved to Sewell, New Jersey, close to Pitman in 1945. Her family may have lived on the Kings Highway in Haddonfield with her grandparents. That has to be confirmed. She met Ed after his discharge from the service.
To this day people that knew them both are stumped about what it was about Ed that attracted Helen Woodward.
They were married in the First Presbyterian Church of Pitman, New Jersey in 1947. The reception was held at the Hotel Pitman. The Hotel was auctioned off in the 1960's but would have been a wonderful site to visit.
Upon Ed's confession, Helen returned to New Jersey, being driven back there by Ed's parents. She returned to her parents' home and never communicated with her husband again.
He told his lawyer that he had written to her but claimed to have received no response.
Her parents spoke for her, claiming that Helen owed Ed nothing and she was off limits. Claims were made that she had taken to her bed and was "ill".
The Woodwards couldn't possibly imagine what would happen to their daughter once married to Gibbs but they weren't fond of Ed from the start and were less than supportive of the marriage.
Helen Gibbs legally reverted to her maiden name in 1951, the year of Ed's execution, relocated to Englewood, New Jersey. She clearly wanted distance between herself and the south Jersey locales that brought such horror to her life.
She worked for a real estate firm in Fair Lawn, not far from Englewood and it was reported to me that she remarried in the late 1950's to a man named Beck.
The questions about a possible pregnancy continue. A few persons that knew her believe that she did, indeed, return to New Jersey pregnant.
At this point, no one is comfortable sharing what they think the outcome of the pregnancy was.
Was there a "Woodward" born in 1950 that really was the son or daughter of Edward Lester Gibbs? Was a child placed up for adoption? Was the pregnancy terminated medically or spontaneously?
Was the child "given" to relatives to raise?
And if the pregnancy was a fact, did the person ever know their genealogy or heritage?
The Gibbs family never, ever answered the O'Donels letters expressing Christian compassion and forgiveness. That speaks volumes to many of us.
A simple response wouldn't have been that costly to most of us. Painful, yes, but not psychologically costly. Not the case in the Gibbs family.
So many people were doomed at set, certain points in history.
Ed Gibbs was doomed the day he was conceived.
Helen Woodward was doomed the day she found herself wanting to date Ed Gibbs.
Marian Baker was doomed the moment her hand touched the cold, wet metal door handle of the car on Chesnut Street in front of the Lancaster Post Office.
That car was only going one way. And it wasn't back to the college. Not if Ed Gibbs could help it.
A sightseeing ride to relax? Sorry, Ed, it wasn't like that.
You had a plan. Maybe not to brutalize Marian the way you did. But you were going to give in to your darkest, most twisted urges that afternoon and no one was going to stop you. Especially Marian Louise Baker.
Marian's uncle Jack, Leroy O'Donel was heard saying that he would have liked a chance to get his hands on Ed Gibbs. He is far from the only one with that wish.
It is amazing, sad and somehow reassuring that that sentiment is still felt today by some.
It means that they haven't forgotten. And they haven't stopped loving or wanting to protect Marian.
I said before that this story has begun breathing on its own.
Many people are paying attention. And there's been some stir in New Jersey and elsewhere.
Yes, I want the whole truth to be told. Finally.

The Whole Story

Clearly, the whole truth about what went on in the woods near the Harnish cottage in West Lampeter Township on January 10, 1950 has never been made public.
Ed Gibbs confessed to killing Marian Louise Baker. By law, there had to be a trial.
The prosecution had more than enough evidence at the outset to gain a conviction for the crime.
They opted to not include all the evidence. As was said to me recently about it..."It would have been overkill." It surely wouldn't have put Gibbs in any better light with the jury. It would have skeeved them greatly.
I have wondered if the DA was sparing Marian's memory or the peace of mind of her family and loved ones by not introducing everything they knew or could surmise from the evidence of the crime.
To do their job and do it well, they legally didn't need to tell the world what really happened.
It was twisted and depraved.
Richard Gehman did at least allude to the concealed truths a few times in the book.
Certain phrases and sentences that he used have always made me wonder. It was as if he was throwing out a clue at a time to spur the most curious to do some work of their own.
The presence of a particular female in the courtroom clearly and visibly upset Gibbs more than the fact that he was on trial for his life. What on earth could that young woman tell the courtroom, if called, that could be worse than what Ed had already confessed to?
Ed Gibbs was depraved. And there were a few people who knew.
I have always gotten the sense that he was sparing his family the ultimate shame by going to his death without telling it all.
To normal people, what on earth could be worse than being a confessed killer?
Being what we would call today a "freak".
That would be the ultimate shame to your family, to your good name and to your community.
And as much as Ed Gibbs wanted and craved being the center of the party, and well thought of,
his protection of his friable, brittle mother was what made his stick to his ridiculous and disregarded defense of having killed Marian on impulse.
Ed was driven by impulse but those impulses were present long before he choked Marian.
They were there in his behaviors with other young women in the area when his wife was out of town or doing other things.
As I have said many times and will say many more, his story just doesn't add up.
He stuck to his story to protect his mother.
For the world to know what he really was and did would have killed her.
He said it himself when he turned himself in at F & M... he said "I am Edward Gibbs." When told
that yes, they did know him, he responded..."No, you don't know me. You only think you know me." That is the absolute truth.
The only one who may have gotten closer to the black soul of Ed Gibbs was his wife, Helen.
And it's not a sure bet that even she knew the worst of him.
Did he intimate to his wife his depravity even in it's most minor form?

I remember my own mother's garter belts from back in the day.
The eyelets just don't fall off. Not even from being dragged. It takes some force to rip the material.
If you choke a person to the point of unconsciousness so that it gives you a chance to leave them and walk to your car, open your trunk and retrieve a lug wrench, all without fear of them having the physical ability to run while you're on your errand, how do you inflict crushing wounds to the right frontal area of their head as well as the left parietal area with sufficient force to actually tear into the ear cavity?
If we are to believe that Marian was choked and unconscious at the very least, did Ed turn her over to keep striking her with the lug wrench?
The rage attack would have been sudden, non-stop and relentless without repositioning the victim to inflict the wounds in such disparate locations.
I believe that Marian was indeed still alive and at least able to move her head in defense as he struck her with the lug wrench.
Edward Lester Gibbs was a liar. To the very end.
To tell it all would have killed his mother and he went to the chair taking the truth with him.
How nice for him.
But how horrible for Marian.
Some days, it feels like enough to just know that he killed her. The details don't matter.
Today isn't one of those days.
I believe under it all that Ed Gibbs needs to be held accountable today, if only in the court of public knowledge, for what he really did to Marian Louise Baker in January of 1950.
The crime scene and autopsy photos are extremely graphic but hold much information.
The complete transcript of the trial does as well.
I am quite anxious to finally spend some time examining both.
My grown daughter, who has heard of Marian and this case for many years, will be going with me to view the photos and examine the transcript. When I do my document or archive research I always rely on at least a second set of eyes. They may pick up on something I miss and vice versa.
I am also waiting on a response about the actual evidence from the trial itself.

I have to acknowledge those who wish for this subject and this story to just go away, much as it has for many years. I intend no harm and I wish to inflict no pain in having old memories resurface. But time is running out. And the whole, horrible truth of this crime and the stories of all involved need to be revealed while we still can do that.
Ed Gibbs was electrocuted for what he did to Marian. No, he was electrocuted for what he admitted doing to Marian. I fear that his Maker had bigger and better plans for him knowing full well what Ed did to her in the cold woody area near Mill Creek.
Let Ed Gibbs finally stand accountable for what he really did.
Sometimes the truth is horrible. But why should Ed and his real character be protected? He afforded Marian no protection that day. He robbed good people of a light in their lives.
He destroyed lives and he destroyed people.
Someone said that Ed Gibbs died like a man. I submit that he killed liked a depraved animal. And he died like a coward.