Our Story- Sacramento, Foothill Farms during Fall 1977 Aug 3, 2016 17:37:42 GMT Relentless, albion, and 25 more like this
Post by cadane on Aug 3, 2016 17:37:42 GMT
I grew up in the Foothill Farms area from 1975-1985. He actually tried to get into our home (Fall 1977, I think in Oct), but was scared off when my parents woke up, started turning all of the lights on & dialed 911. My dad grabbed his gun. He tried getting in through the sliding glass door with a screw driver, but couldn't manage to lift the door. Also tried getting in the side door going into the garage. LE took at report and dusted for finger prints. They were still in the house when I woke up around 6:30 or 7am. They moved out to the front yard to talk to my parents before leaving.
I was in elementary school at the time, my oldest brother was married (11 years difference in age), and my middle brother just transferred to USF with his girl friend (now wife). They both attended American River College before transferring.
Yes we had the hang up & harassing calls. In 1983 or 84, a man called while I was in high school. He told my mom he would kidnap me or he already did (I can't remember) from school and would hurt me if she didn't do everything he said. She followed his instructions, as he made her feel like he was watching. When he ended the call she got the attention of a neighbor across the street to call the school & check on me. She didn't want to tie up the line since he told her he would call right back, but never did. I was fine, but of course went home for the day.
My parents purchased this home in 1976. It was a 4 bedroom/2 bath on a corner lot. It was on a large busy street & smaller side street. 2 bedroom windows faced the side street, master bedroom window was in the backyard close to the kitchen sliding glass door. My room's window was also in the backyard, but on the other side facing neighbors house behind us on on side street. A week or two before the attempted attack my dad put screws above the sliding glass door so EAR couldn't lift the door out. Also installed dead bolts on the garage door, kitchen door and front door. There was an empty field down the street with a baseball park on one side. The empty field was only tall grass with a few trees.
My mom was around 40 or 41 and didn't work. She wasn't in the best of shape at the time since she had a couple of surgeries on her foot & leg. She did put on some weight, maybe 25 pounds until she could start walking & exercising again. She wasn't a head turner at this age. Looked like a conservative southern church lady. She was always around medical offices & hospitals often with my grandmother, me or herself for health issues. Not sure why he picked out our house.
My Dad worked for Mcclellan AFB from 1975-1984. He was transferred from San Antonio Texas.
We ate with family & friends at Big Top Pizza often on the weekends.
BTW, We think late one evening after sundown he tried to attack our neighbor in the field (2nd house from corner). She was average looking lady in good shape from Spain with an accent. He put a knife up to her back. He didn't see her huge male Great Dane in the tall brush. The dog heard her & came running full speed at the guy & scared him off.
Also we think he tried to get into the neighbors house directly behind us on the smaller street. I was sleeping over that night with my two girlfriends (sisters). Their stepdad kept asking us if we were messing around with the windows one night (something with silent alarm) and their German Shepherd (trained for guarding) was agitated. Nope we were sound to sleep. They did have an attractive mother that was in good shape. Stepdad was in very good shape & on the scary side. EAR probably would have ended up being the victim if he actually broke in.
Back then when anyone heard or saw helicopters at night with their lights on they knew LE may be hunting him down. They flew over our home often around that time. Was always an eerie feeling in a quiet middle class neighborhood.
LE wanted this evil monster DOA, to make their job easier. He got away too many times and they were tired of chasing him down. The officers said if he shows up again, shoot him! If shot outside in the yard (don't tell us), bring him inside the house, put your gun away & then call us. No questions asked. Of course they said... "but you didn't hear that from us". Our neighbors were over during the discussion and heard them.
Hopefully this comes to an end soon, so everyone can have peace of mind. It has stayed with me for all my life. I guess it's why I have giant breed guard dogs, surveillance cameras, two story home, guns & extra large military combat trained men in my home.