The Beginning

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The Beginning

If you asked me to tell you when my true crime obsession began, I'm not sure I would be able to pin point exactly when it happened.  I have always had a love for mysteries, conspiracies and the like.  When I was little, I loved watching Matlock and Murder She Wrote with my great grandmother and was always so proud of myself when I could guess who the villain was before the show told me.  As I got older, mysteries and conspiracies were my favorite things to read about.  In sixth grade, I actually wrote a book report about the Russian Grand Duchess Anastasia and the rumors that she had survived.  There was no report due.  I did this completely on my own because I was that interested in it and wanted to share the story with everyone.  I don't even know if my teacher actually read it.  Then there was Unsolved Mysteries.  The greatest mystery/conspiracy/true crime show that began in 1987 and filled my television screen for many nights well past my bed time.  To this day, it is one of my favorite shows, no matter how old the episodes are.  

Yes, if you hadn't already guessed by now, I am a nerd.  

As I've gotten older, my interest in true crime has become much larger, especially thanks to the shows that appear on the Investigation Discovery Channel.  If you don't know what the ID channel is, then you've been living under a rock and have not spent a single night watching shows that tell you how to murder your significant other in a thousand different ways.  A South Park episode lovingly referred to ID and its content as "Murder Porn", which is 100% accurate.  I could spend hours upon hours watching the different shows and playing amateur detective in my own head, thinking all the investigators need is me to solve the case.  You know how people yell at the TV during football season?  I do that with crime shows.  Sometimes it sounds like I'm playing Clue. 

When I first saw the show Disappeared on Investigation Discovery, that's where things really went down the true crime rabbit hole.  I couldn't imagine spending days, weeks, months, years...let alone my whole life wondering what happened to someone I loved.  It just doesn't seem fair that people have to go through that.  If something happened to one of my children, I don't think I would be able to function on any level except trying to find them.  I would never stop looking.  Never.  As I watched some of the episodes of Disappeared, I started researching cases where people have gone missing.  My focus became mostly on people that had gone missing decades ago and their cases seem to have faded away with time.  Forgotten.  

No one should be forgotten, which brings us to the beginning of The Cold Ones.  I am not a police officer or detective.  I am not an expert in any field.  I do not expect to solve any of the cases that I write about here.  This is just my way of making sure these cases aren't forgotten.  Someone is remembering them.  Someone is taking the time tell their story.  

M.
 

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