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Post by brillbilly on Jan 20, 2010 12:37:13 GMT 10
Vanished! Unexplained Disappearances There one second... and gone the next. Strange cases of unsolved disappearances, from common folk to aristocrats to entire villages! More of this Feature History is peppered with intriguing tales of people who, for all intents and purposes, inexplicably vanish from the face of the earth without a trace. These stories - some of the most fascinating in the annals of the unexplained - vary from being well-documented to having the flavor of mere legend and folklore. But they are all fascinating because they force us to question the solidity of our existence. Where did these vanished people go? A time portal? Another dimension? Into a UFO? Consider those chilling possibilities as you read these amazing reports: The Bennington Triangle Between 1920 and 1950, Bennington, Vermont was the site of several completely unexplained disappearances: On December 1, 1949, Mr. Tetford vanished from a crowded bus. Tetford was on his way home to Bennington from a trip to St. Albans, Vermont. Tetford, an ex-soldier who lived in the Soldier's Home in Bennington, was sitting on the bus with 14 other passengers. They all testified to seeing him there, sleeping in his seat. When the bus reached its destination, however, Tetford was gone, although his belongings were still on the luggage rack and a bus timetable lay open on his empty seat. Tetford has never returned or been found. On December 1, 1946, an 18-year-old student named Paula Welden vanished while taking a walk. Welden was walking along the Long Trail into Glastenbury Mountain. She was seen by a middle-aged couple that was strolling about 100 yards behind her. They lost sight of her when she followed the trail around a rocky outcropping, but when they rounded the outcropping themselves, she was nowhere to be seen. Welden has not been seen nor heard from since. In mid-October, 1950, 8-year old Paul Jepson disappeared from a farm. Paul's mother, who earned a living as an animal caretaker, left her small son happily playing near a pig sty while she tended to the animals. A short time later, she returned to find him missing. An extensive search of the area proved fruitless. For more information, see Vanishing Point. The Vanished Cripple Owen Parfitt had been paralyzed by a massive stroke. In June, 1763 in Shepton Mallet, England, Parfitt sat outside his sister's home, as was often his habit on warm evenings. Virtually unable to move, the 60-year-old man sat quietly is his nightshirt upon his folded greatcoat. Across the road was a farm where workers were finishing their workday by pooking the hay. At about 7 p.m., Parfitt's sister, Susannah, went outside with a neighbor to help Parfitt move back into the house, as a storm was approaching. But he was gone. Only his folded greatcoat upon which he sat remained. Investigations of this mysterious disappearance were carried out as late as 1933, but no trace or clues to Parfitt's fate were ever uncovered. The Disappearing Diplomat British diplomat Benjamin Bathurst vanished into thin air in 1809. Bathurst was returning to Hamburg with a companion after a mission to the Austrian court. Along the way, they had stopped for dinner at an inn in the town of Perelberg. Upon finishing the meal, they returned to their waiting horse-drawn coach. Bathurst's companion watched as the diplomat stepped over to the front of the coach to examine to horses - and simply vanished without a trace. Time Tunnel In 1975, a man named Jackson Wright was driving with his wife from New Jersey to New York City. This required them to travel through the Lincoln Tunnel. According to Wright, who was driving, once through the tunnel he pulled the car over to wipe the windshield of condensation. His wife Martha volunteered to clean off the back window so they could more readily resume their trip. When Wright turned around, his wife was gone. He neither heard nor saw anything unusual take place, and a subsequent investigation could find no evidence of foul play. Martha Wright had just disappeared. The Mysterious Cloud Three soldiers claimed to be witnesses to the bizarre disappearance of an entire battalion in 1915. They finally came forward with the strange story 50 years after the infamous Gallipoli campaign of WWI. The three members of a New Zealand field company said they watched from a clear vantage point as a battalion of the Royal Norfolk Regiment marched up a hillside in Suvla Bay, Turkey. The hill was shrouded in a low-lying cloud that the English soldiers marched straight into without hesitation. They never came out. After the last of the battalion had entered the cloud, it slowly lifted off the hillside to join other clouds in the sky. When the war was over, figuring the battalion had been captured and held prisoner, the British government demanded that Turkey return them. The Turks insisted, however, that it had neither captured not made contact with these English soldiers. The Stonehenge Disappearance The mysterious standing stones of Stonehenge in England was the site of an amazing disappearance in August, 1971. At this time Stonehenge was not yet protected from the public, and on this particular night, a group of "hippies" decided to pitch tents in the center of the circle and spend the night. They built a campfire, lit several joints of pot and sat around smoking and signing. Their campout was abruptly interrupted at about 2 a.m. by a severe thunder storm that quickly blew in over Salisbury Plain. Bright bolts of lightning crashed down on the area, striking area trees and even the standing stones themselves. Two witnesses, a farmer and a policeman, said that the stones of the ancient monument lit up with an eerie blue light that was so intense that they had to avert their eyes. They heard screams from the campers and the two witnesses rushed to the scene expecting to find injured - or even dead - campers. To their surprise, they found no one. All that remained within the circle of stones were several smoldering tent pegs and the drowned remains of a campfire. The hippies themselves were gone without a trace. paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa061101b.htmi love these type of stories ;D
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Post by shatnerswig on Jan 20, 2010 13:40:26 GMT 10
very cool subject brilly that area in vermont is notorious as well as a trail up there , im going to see if i can find more stuff like this too but here is another interesting missing people note.. that hundreds of thousands of people go missing and are nevber heard from again .....
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Post by shatnerswig on Jan 20, 2010 13:45:32 GMT 10
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Post by Wes on Jan 20, 2010 13:49:20 GMT 10
That's a lot of missing people.
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Post by brillbilly on Jan 20, 2010 13:52:09 GMT 10
yeah people go missing every day but i love the stories were they have witnesses that state they just saw them vanished in to thin air
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Post by brillbilly on Jan 20, 2010 14:02:09 GMT 10
It was in 525 BC that the Persian Emperor Cambyses II, son of Cyrus the Great, made the decision to invade Egypt and his armies successfully overthrew the native Egyptian pharaoh, Psamtek III, who was to become the last ruler of Egypt's 26th Dynasty. The Persian conqueror became the first ruler of Egypt's 27th Persian Dynasty. Cambyses’ father had earlier attempted an invasion of Egypt against Psamtek III's predecessor, Amasis, but Cyrus' death in 529 BC put a halt to that expedition. After capturing Egypt, Cambyses took the Throne name Mesut-i-re (Mesuti-Ra), which means ‘Offspring of Re’ and the Persians would go on to rule Egypt for the next 193 years until the day when Alexander the Great would defeat Darius III and himself conquer Egypt in 332 BC. Little is known about Cambyses II through fashionable texts, but his reputation as a mad tyrannical despot has been recorded in the writings of the great Greek historian Herodotus around 440 BC. There is also a Jewish document from 407 BC known as 'The Demotic Chronicle' which speaks of the Persian king destroying all the temples of the Egyptian gods. Now what is truth and what is fiction regarding his ‘nature’ is also an interesting case to be heard, and when you remember that the Greek’s held no love for the Persians the stories may well have been embellished. Herodotus informs us that Cambyses II was a monster of cruelty and impiety. Herodotus tells us that the Persians easily entered Egypt across the desert and this invasion was aided by the defecting mercenary general, Phanes of Halicarnassus, who employed the Bedouins as guides. However, Phanes had left his two sons in Egypt. Myth has it that by way of teaching Phanes a lesson for his treachery, as the two great armies lined up for battle his sons were bought out in front of the Egyptian army where they could be seen by their father, and their throats were slit over a large bowl. Herodotus also tells us that water and wine were added to the contents of the bowl and drunk by every Egyptian man. The ensuing Battle at Pelusium began, Greek Pelos, which was the gateway to Egypt. Its location on Egypt's eastern boundary made it an important trading post and therefore made it of immense strategic importance. It was the starting point for Egyptian expeditions to Asia and an entry point for invaders. At this battle the Egyptian forces were crushed in the battle and they fled back to Memphis. Psamtek III managed to escape the ensuing besiege of the Egyptian capital, only to be captured shortly afterwards and was carried off to Susa in chains. In the next three years of his rule over Egypt it has to be wondered how Cambyses II managed to pull of the victory at Pelusium. He personally went on to lead a disastrous campaign up the River Nile into Ethiopia. Here we learn that so ill-prepared was his mercenary army that when the meagerly supplied food ran out they were forced to eat the flesh of their own colleagues under the blazing sun of the Nubian Desert. The Persian army returned northwards in abject humiliation having failed to even encounter their enemy in battle. But perhaps more incredible is the saga of the missing army of 50,000 men. Here we have a pretty huge force heading into the Western Desert on their way to the Siwa Oasis, hell bent on destroying it. It left from ancient Thebes (modern Luxor) to attack the Oracle at Siwa Oasis but it never got there. Herodotus said a sandstorm overwhelmed this army leaving historians to look for it ever since and even modern technology has failed to find it. The army just vanished along with all of its weapons and other equipment, never to be heard of again. warandgame.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-army-of-king-cambyses.html
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Post by shatnerswig on Jan 20, 2010 15:09:25 GMT 10
What Happened to These People? 56
The ghost town of Glastenbury and mysterious Glastenbury Mountain where so many have disappeared lie just a few just a few miles northeast of Bennington , Vt.
Only now, with the recent interest of TV's "Unsolved Mysteries" are people once again asking the heretofor un-answerable questions.
Middie Rivers, a lifelong area resident and experienced hunting and fishing guide, led a group of hunters into the wilds of Glastenbury Mountain. The weather was so mild, it was hard to believe that Thanksgiving was only two weeks away. Rivers was 74, but his excellent health had been confirmed by a recent physical.
Returning to camp for lunch, Rivers split off from the group at an area known as Bickford Hollow.
He was never seen again.
In spite of massive search efforts , only one clue emerged; a lone, unexpended bullet - believed to be from River's bullet belt - lay on the banks of a nearby creek.
After more than a month, searchers reluctantly gave up the hunt. In the deepening twilight, as they headed for home, the season's first snow began to fall.
It was mid-December, 1945.
The following December, Bennington College student Paula Weldon, 18, a native of Stanford, CT., decided to stretch her legs on Glastenbury's Mountain's Long Trail.
Donning a fiery-red jacket , the bright, spunky, five-foot-five blond, left the college. A local resident gave her a ride as far as his home in Woodford Hollow. Later in the afternoon she would ask directions from Ernest Whitman, an employee of The Bennington Banner Newspaper. Other trail hikers would say that Weldon waved to them on her way up the trail.
When on Monday she hadn't returned to school, all hell broke loose.
A grim-faced Vermont Governor Ernest Gibson reached for the phone. Soon the FBI, along with New York and Connecticut State Police , joined Vermont authorities in the hunt. Immediately a $5,000 reward was posted. Even a clairvoyant was brought in. A search team that now numbered more than 1,000 began to scour the 27,341 acres of mountain wilderness. In the days that followed the ghostly silence was shattered by teams of of baying bloodhounds. Helicopters pounded across the sky as droning search planes criss-crossed overhead. Every square inch of the mountain was searched and researched, Daily the headlines of The Bennington Banner screamed for information.
Not one clue was ever found.
Three Decembers later, to the day, James E. Tetford vanished.
Tetford had spent a holiday with relatives in northern Vermont. Family had put him on a bus for the return trip to the Old Soldier's Home in Bennington. The bus only made one stop, where Tetford's presence was noted. Now only Glastenbury Mountain stood between him and home. When the bus arrived in Bennington, Tetford was gone. The driver, dumbfounded, could offer no explanation. In spite of another massive search, not a trace of Tetford was ever found.
Ten months later, the mountain claimed a child
Paul Jepson, 8, jumped into the family's truck with his mother for a trip to the town dump near the mountain. Once there, Mrs. Jepson left the truck for a moment. When she returned, Paul was gone.
It was mid-afternoon on a bright and clear Columbus Day. Mrs Jepson searched frantically , but couldn't spot his bright red jacket. Civilian, as well as military searchers, were brought in. Just west of Glastenbury Mountain, at the intersection of Chapel and East Roads, a team of dogs provided by New Hampshire State Poilce lost the boy's scent.
This was the exact spot where Paula Weldon was last seen.
Paul Jepson Sr. would later comment that he found his son's recent unusual yen to go to the mountain baffling.
Sixteen days later Frieda Langer entered a small patch of woods that stood between her and her cabin on ther east side of Glastenbury.
She never came out.
However, Langer's disappearance should have given police a clue, for after seven months she was found. Or rather, what was left of her was found.
Langer, 53, of North Adams, MA, knew guns and rough terrain. It was late in the afternoon when she and a cousin left the cabin to go hiking. About a half mile away she fell into a stream. Leaving her cousin there, Langer began the return to change clothes.
Seven months later her body was found in the middle of an open field, an area that had been thoroughly searched. Her remains offered no clueas to how she died because as the Bennington Banner reported "they were in grusome condition." Many more have been reported missing on Glastenbury. Local residents have reported starnge sounds, unearthly sounds and strange glowing discs on and above the mountain.
The mountain according to Joseph A. Citro in his book "Passinmg Strange Tales of New England Hauntings and Horrors," is "an inacessable region, remote, full of dark places, jutting outcrops, vast marshlands and quiet pools."
In a travel brochuse, "Towns & Villages." one paragraph is devoted to Glastenbury Mountain. The last seven words read: ...we don't recommend you make the trip."
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Post by shatnerswig on Jan 20, 2010 15:14:23 GMT 10
PEOPLE DISAPPEAR EVERY day. It's been estimated that as many as 10 million people are reported missing each year in the U.S. alone; about 95 percent of them return or are otherwise accounted for. Of the remaining 5 percent, some are runaways, others are kidnappings, abductions or the victims of some other crime.
There is a small percentage of disappearances, however, for which there is no easy explanation. We related several such incidents in a previous article, Vanished! Unexplained Disappearances. The fate of these people - sometimes groups of people - is left for us to wonder about. Did they unwittingly step into a time portal?... Were they swallowed up by a rift in our three-dimensional world?... Were they abducted by extraterrestrials in UFOs? These are pretty far-out suggestions, to be sure, but the circumstances of the following unexplained disappearances leave us scratching our heads in bewilderment.
The Vanishing Prisoner - This first account is an excellent case in point because it defies any rational explanation for one simple reason: it occurred in full view of witnesses. The year was 1815 and the location a Prussian prison at Weichselmunde. The prisoner's name was Diderici, a valet who was serving a sentence for assuming his employer's identity after he died from a stroke. It was an ordinary afternoon and Diderici was just one in a line of prisoners, all chained together, walking in the prison yard for the day's exercise. As Diderici walked with his prison inmates to the clanking of their shackles, he slowly began to fade - literally. His body became more and more transparent until Diderici disappeared altogether, and his manacles and leg irons fell empty to the ground. He disappeared into thin air and was never seen again. (From Among the Missing: An Anecdotal History of Missing Persons from 1800 to the Present, by Jay Robert Nash)
Stumble into Nothingness - It's difficult to dismiss such incredible stories when they take place in front of eyewitnesses. Here's another. This case began as a harmless bet among friends, but ended in tragic mystery. In 1873, James Worson of Leamington Spa, England, was a simple shoemaker who also fancied himself somewhat of an athlete. One fine day, James made a bet with a few of his friends that he could run non-stop from Leamington Spa to Coventry. Knowing that this was a good 16 miles, his friends readily took the bet. As James began to jog at a moderate pace toward Coventry, his friends climbed into a horse-drawn cart to follow him and protect their bet. James did well for the first few miles. Then his friends saw him trip on something and fall forward... but never hit the ground. Instead, James completely vanished. Astonished and doubting their own eyes, his friends looked for him without success, then raced back to Leamington Spa to inform the police. An investigation turned up nothing. James Worson had run into oblivion. (From Into Thin Air, by Paul Begg)
Halfway to the Well - Most disappearances do not have witnesses, yet there is sometimes circumstantial evidence that is no less puzzling. This is the case for the vanishing of Charles Ashmore. It was a cold November winter night in 1878 when 16-year-old Charles went out into the dark with a bucket to fetch water from the well for his family on their Quincy, Illinois property. He did not return. After many minutes, his father and sister became concerned. They feared that Charles perhaps had slipped in the snow that blanketed the ground and was injured, or worse, had fallen into the well. They set out to look for him, but he was just gone. There was no sign of a struggle or fall... only the clear tracks of Charles' footprints in the fresh snow that led halfway to the well, then abruptly stopped. Charles Ashmore had suddenly disappeared into the void. (From Into Thin Air, by Paul Begg) Gone in His Sleep - Bruce Campbell was right next to his wife when he disappeared, although she didn't see it happen. She was asleep. And perhaps so was he. It was April 14, 1959, and Campbell was traveling with his wife from their hometown in Massachusetts to visit their son some distance across the country. It was a long but pleasant drive across the U.S. with plenty of stops along the way. One overnight stop was in Jacksonville, Illinois... and it turned out to be the last stop Mr. Campbell was to ever make. He and his wife checked into a motel and went to bed. In the morning, Mrs. Campbell awoke to find the space next to her in bed empty. Mr. Campbell had vanished, apparently in his pajamas. All of his belongings - his money, car and clothing - remained behind. Bruce Campbell was never seen again and no explanation for his disappearance ever found. (From Among the Missing: An Anecdotal History of Missing Persons from 1800 to the Present, by Jay Robert Nash)
They Drove Away... To Where? - Here's another case of a couple in Illinois, but this time they both vanished - along with their car. It was May, 1970 when Edward and Stephania Andrews were in the city of Chicago to attend a trade convention party at the Chicago Sheraton Hotel. Edward was a bookkeeper and Stephania a credit investigator. They were both 63 years old, considered average, upstanding citizens who lived in a fine home in the Chicago suburb of Arlington Heights. During the party, other attendees noted that Edward complained of mild illness, which he attributed merely to be hungry (the party only served drinks and small hor d'oeuvres). They soon left the party and went to the parking garage to retrieve their car. The parking attendant later told authorities that Stephania appeared to be crying and that Edward did not look well. As they drove away with Edward at the wheel, he scraped the car's fender on the exit door, but kept on going. The attendant was the last person to ever see the Andrews. They vanished into the night. Police speculated that Edward, not feeling well, had driven off a bridge into the Chicago River. But an investigation uncovered no sign of such an accident; the river was even dragged for the car without success. The Andrews and their car were just gone.
The Long, Long Drive - A similar disappearance was reported by The New York Times in April, 1980. Charles Romer and his wife Catherine were one of those retired couples who spent half of the year in the north and half in the south, living in their summer home in Scarsdale, New York, then driving to Florida to enjoy the winter in their Miami apartment. It was on one such trip back to New York that the Romers met their mysterious fate. They set off on the long trip on the morning of April 8 in their black Lincoln Continental. Late that afternoon, they made their first overnight stop at a motel in Brunswick City, Georgia. It turned out to be their last. They checked in and dropped off their luggage in their room. Then they went out, possibly to get some dinner. A highway patrolman might have seen their car on the road that evening. If so, it was the last anyone ever saw of the Romers or their Continental. They never arrived at any restaurant and never made it back to the motel. It wasn't until three days later that an investigation showed that their motel beds were never slept in. A thorough search of the area found absolutely no trace of the Romers or their car - no clues whatsoever. They simply vanished without a trace
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Post by shatnerswig on Jan 20, 2010 15:15:20 GMT 10
The VanishingBy Peter Ames Carlin Two Years Ago, Iron Butterfly's Taylor Kramer Disappeared and Never ReturnedTHE LAST TIME KATHY KRAMER saw her younger brother, she feared he had lost his grip on reality. "He was talking about supernovas and earthquakes, saying, 'If you're centered, you'll be saved.' In my entire life my brother never scared me," she says. "But that day I was scared." With good reason. The next day, Feb. 12, 1995, Philip Taylor Kramer vanished without a trace. Neither he nor his Ford minivan have been seen since.
At 42, Kramer wasn't the vanishing type. Once the bass guitarist for the legendary heavy metal band Iron Butterfly, he had gone on to become a rocket scientist, working at Northrop Electronics on guidance systems for the MX nuclear missile during the '80s. More recently he had cofounded the high-tech Total Multimedia Inc. in Thousand Oaks, Calif., where his work in data compression sent the value of his stock in the company soaring to more than a million dollars. Energetic and charismatic, Kramer found it easy to sweep people into his plans. Some of his colleagues called him a visionary.
But nobody knows what visions Kramer might have been having on Feb. 12. Setting out from his home in the L.A. suburb of Thousand Oaks to pick up a business associate at Los Angeles International Airport, Kramer arrived on schedule. But then he left the parking lot, apparently alone, an hour later, steering his minivan north onto the Ventura Freeway, where he made a series of calls from his cellular phone. "I've got the biggest surprise for you," he gushed to his wife, Jennifer, seemingly ecstatic. Moments later he called former Iron Butterfly bandmate Ron Bushy and reached his answering machine. "I love you more than life itself," he said. Then Kramer dialed 911. "I'm going to kill myself," he told the emergency operator. When Jennifer dialed him back, Kramer picked up his phone for the last time. "I'll always love you," he told her. "I'll see you on the other side." Then he was gone.
In the weeks after his disappearance—as the Ventura County sheriff's department conducted their investigation—Kathy Kramer, 46, and her father, Ray, 78, organized a search party of 200 people that scoured the landscape between L.A. and Ventura on foot without turning up a shred of evidence. In the ensuing months, Kathy handed out 90,000 missing posters and took the story of her search to America's Most Wanted, Donahue and Sally Jesse Raphael. Citing Kramer's sensitive onetime defense job, Rep. James Traficant (D-Ohio) asked the FBI to investigate, and the agency found that there was no federal violation. But two years after Kramer vanished, the strapping 6'5" engineer—and his van—are still missing. And to make it all the more mystifying, no single explanation is entirely convincing. "The bottom line," admits Senior Deputy Tom Bennett of the Ventura County sheriff's department, "is we don't know what happened."
One theory holds that Kramer simply ran away. Not possible, according to Kathy, a single mother in Newbury Park, Calif., who remembers how close her brother was to his wife, Jennifer, and how his eyes lit up when their daughter, Hayley, 7, came into the room. "That little girl was so precious to him," his mother, Mary Anne, recalls. But so was his career, and though Kramer held enough stock in Total Multimedia to be a millionaire on paper, the company had just emerged from a yearlong brush with bankruptcy. During that time, Kramer had to borrow money from his in-laws. Still, Kathy can't believe her brother would abandon his wife and children over worries about money. "He would never willingly be away from his family," she says.
Then there is the speculation that he was abducted. "He was instrumental in straightening out that flawed [MX] guidance system," says Traficant. But Kramer left Northrop in 1986, and investigators doubt that foreign agents would want to kidnap an engineer for his knowledge of nine-year-old technology. Yet Traficant remains suspicious. "The evidence indicates Kramer could have been abducted at the airport and forced to make a series of calls to make it seem that he committed suicide," he says.
The most cogent scenario, perhaps, involves Kramer's having a breakdown. In the two weeks before his disappearance, he was working day and night to solve a problem his father had raised with him 30 years ago—how to transmit information faster than the speed of light. As he drove himself to exhaustion, thinking he was near a solution, Kramer's excitement mounted. But so did his paranoia. "Taylor was starting to get worried about something," Kathy recalls. "He told Jennifer they'd have to live behind walls." If that line of defense was breached, Kramer had another plan which he shared with his father. "He told me," says Ray Kramer, " 'If I ever say I'm going to kill myself, don't believe it. I'll just be asking for help.' "
The youngest of three children of Ray, a Youngstown State University physics professor, and Mary Ann, a retired teacher, Kramer grew up in Youngstown, Ohio, where at age 12 he showed a flair for science by building a laser strong enough to burst a balloon. But like many kids coming of age in the '60s, Kramer fell hard for rock and roll, taking up piano and guitar—playing Jimi Hendrix riffs "until his fingers bled," says Kathy. In 1971 he and Kathy, then 19 and 21, moved to Los Angeles together, hoping to follow in the brother-sister footsteps of the Carpenters. But success eluded them, and when Kathy returned to Ohio in 1973, Kramer teamed up with Iron Butterfly drummer Ron Bushy. Although the group—best known for its 1968 rock epic "In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida"—had disbanded two years earlier, Kramer persuaded Bushy to relaunch it, with Kramer on bass and vocals. But after two weak-selling albums and a series of lukewarm tours the group called it quits in 1977. "We just weren't that good," Bushy admits.
Kramer hardly lost a beat before embarking on his own relaunch. He cut his hair from heavy metal to nerd length and registered for classes at Western States College of Engineering. He even dropped his first name, asking friends and family to call him Taylor. After graduating in 1980, Kramer signed on in 1982 with defense contractor Northrop Electronics, where he spent four years working on the MX missile. The job was sensitive enough to require a government security clearance, and Kramer's cubicle was often marked off with tape signifying top-secret documents in his workspace.
Kramer was laid off by Northrop in 1986 and began pursuing technology projects of his own. In 1990 he and two friends started Total Multimedia, a company that was developing a new way to compress data for computerized transmission. (Undercapitalized at first, the firm in late 1994 dug its way out of Chapter 11 with a cash infusion from MCI, the communications giant.)
In 1988, Kramer married Jennifer, 39, whom he had met in 1974 and who in 1990 gave birth to their daughter, Hayley (Jennifer's son Derek, 15, is from her first marriage). Today, Hayley keeps fresh flowers on her dresser alongside a photo showing her climbing on her outstretched father as if he were a jungle gym. "Is my daddy dead?" Hayley recently asked her Aunt Kathy. "I don't know," Kathy answered. "Sometimes I think he's just lost."
PETER AMES CARLIN JEANNE GORDON and MICHAEL ARKUSH in Thousand Oaks and LORYA GRISBY in Chicago
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Post by brillbilly on Jan 21, 2010 2:15:33 GMT 10
great posts wiggy,good read
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