Do you have a strange connection to the GSK case?

[frankprimal]

I have a younger sister and my Mother was at the house.  Both were in the room at the time and my mother was in her was in her mid to late 30's at the time - definitely attractive.  My sister is five years younger than I was a the time, and was terrified of EARONS. I think it has affected her for  most of her life.  We had received numerous calls where the person would listen then hang up.  Definitely he was watching the house, and had to have known my father was out of town.  He traveled frequently at that time, and there was definitely some surveillance playing a role in this.  My brother and I have talked about this recently, and he has a much better memory for the names of the all the neighbors.  I remember hearing some noises on the side of the house at various times, especially on the north side of the house where the gate was and the garbage cans were located.  We took to putting a lock on it. At about 13, I could vault over the fences in my neighborhood will little trouble.  It would have been perceived by EARONS as easy pickings.

The area of the river bottoms was much different then.  It was completely overgrown, and pretty daunting at dusk  There were drainage ditches that flowed out into the river, covered in foliage.  It looked a bit like the bayou.  During summer, there were many rafters, and some would get drunk and drown in the river. The area was loaded with rabbits, rattlesnakes, and other wildlife. Some of the trails were very overgrown, and likely there exists a map that EARONS drew of the small unnamed trails that were traveled by small packs of kids.  As well, there were some pervert types who exposed themselves.  I remember one instance of a group of us throwing rocks at a guy who we suspected of doing this. In this day and age, the police would have been on it.  Back then, hoping the Sacramento Sheriff's department would arrive for a call was playing the lottery, because they were called so many times.

[loopholes]

May 7, 2018 3:22:55 GMT frankprimal said:

I have a younger sister and my Mother was at the house.  Both were in the room at the time and my mother was in her was in her mid to late 30's at the time - definitely attractive.  My sister is five years younger than I was a the time, and was terrified of EARONS. I think it has affected her for  most of her life.  We had received numerous calls where the person would listen then hang up.  Definitely he was watching the house, and had to have known my father was out of town.  He traveled frequently at that time, and there was definitely some surveillance playing a role in this.  My brother and I have talked about this recently, and he has a much better memory for the names of the all the neighbors.  I remember hearing some noises on the side of the house at various times, especially on the north side of the house where the gate was and the garbage cans were located.  We took to putting a lock on it. At about 13, I could vault over the fences in my neighborhood will little trouble.  It would have been perceived by EARONS as easy pickings.

The area of the river bottoms was much different then.  It was completely overgrown, and pretty daunting at dusk  There were drainage ditches that flowed out into the river, covered in foliage.  It looked a bit like the bayou.  During summer, there were many rafters, and some would get drunk and drown in the river. The area was loaded with rabbits, rattlesnakes, and other wildlife. Some of the trails were very overgrown, and likely there exists a map that EARONS drew of the small unnamed trails that were traveled by small packs of kids.  As well, there were some pervert types who exposed themselves.  I remember one instance of a group of us throwing rocks at a guy who we suspected of doing this. In this day and age, the police would have been on it.  Back then, hoping the Sacramento Sheriff's department would arrive for a call was playing the lottery, because they were called so many times.

Thank you for your insight and posts. It must have been a scary time when your father was out of town with everything that was happening in your neighborhood and that freightful night of the almost break in. Hopefully the fear and terror inflicted on you and family can finally be put to rest with the capture of this monster. Thanks again for the info. 

[woofytreats]

May 6, 2018 22:24:05 GMT brawlpups said:

May 6, 2018 16:37:09 GMT woofytreats said:

Saund,

That's interesting. The configuration of their lot and name of that church changed after the arson in late '82, but I think you're referring to the apartments on Ryan Rd. which are 40 plus years old. He apparently dumped a stolen bike in the bushes of one of those apartment houses after the Ryan Ct. attack.  There are some interesting events in this case that involve that churchyard so somehow having connections involving the map wouldn't necessarily surprise me.

Do you have an intersection or co-ordinates to look that up?

You'd be looking at the intersection of Treat Blvd. and Oak Grove Rd. in Concord...that intersection represents the border of Walnut Creek and Concord. I believe heading eastbound on Treat and turning left ( North ) on Oak Grove..Ryan Rd. is the first street you come to...and a little further on Oak Grove you come to Saint Francis of Assisi Church ( formerly Most Precious Blood ) at 860 Oak Grove Rd.  Satellite maps show it pretty clearly but I didn't see a coordinates listed on what I was using.

[slim]

May 6, 2018 16:05:17 GMT cadane said:

I’ve shared our story before. My parents bought our 2nd home in the Foothill Farms area of Sacramento in 1976. He tried to get in our home in 77. Helicopters flew over our home often late at night looking for him while he was stalking this area. Glad the POS is behind bars!!

Can you repost your story again id like to hear about it.

[slim]

May 7, 2018 2:18:51 GMT frankprimal said:

I lived in Carmichael from March 1973 until August 1980 (11-18).  Our home was located in the middle of the triangle of the Del Dayo attacks and close to the river levee entrance at the end of Jacob Lane. 4857 Sherlock Way to be exact. For those who don't believe my story, look up the address on the EARONS attack map. People were generally terrified by this guy, and the police behaved like the keystone cops, possibly due to the lack of information being shared between different departments and probably due to the fact that EARONS was listening to a police scanner.

There is no question in my mind that this guy was in our backyard, likely more than once, and one night, either fall of 1977 or early 1978, he attempted to enter our home when my father was out of town. 

We were located two blocks west of the Sandbar Circle attack, two blocks east of the Marlborough attack and two blocks south of the Kipling attack.  I spent a lot of time down at the American river, and knew the area like the back of my hand.  Numerous times I spotted a lone suspicious man in the neighborhood, and he would always evaporate over the levee into the river bottoms area.  There are a considerable number of trees and lots of foliage in the Del Dayo Estates neighborhood, as the soil is quite rich, with loamy river alluvial soils. All provided considerable amount of cover for anyone looking to cause harm in the neighborhood. if you look at the location on google earth, you will see a large tree in the southwestern corner of our backyard.  It is a Sequoia sempervirins, planted in 1973. It is easily the tallest tree in the neighborhood now. 

To give you a sense of the fear of that night, all five family members were huddled in one bedroom in our house to get into, as my father was out of town.  We heard noises at the back sliding door, which sounded like scratching, similar to a chisel against metal. This would have been approximately 12:30 at night, if memory serves. My older brother, who would have been 16 or 17 at the time, was about 6' tall and approximately 200 lbs, showed no fear.  He raced out of the room and into the darkened living room, grabbed a makeshift weapon, and pulled back the drapes quickly and turned on the light.  At the time, he was not fearful of a gun, probably because he had incredible testosterone and was extremely strong for his size.  To give you a sense, he was bench pressing 360 easily at that time.  He rushed the backyard, with me close behind him, and we heard running, likely movement over the fence, and then silence.  My brother stood out there screaming into the night.  For reasons beyond my comprehension now, we did not call the police.  I would not be surprised if there is still evidence of the attempted break in at back sliding glass door, as the home is still owned by my father, and little has changed in the house since the 1970's.  

I spent alot of time trying to forget this incident, and it mostly faded from view as time went on.  My brother, who still lives in the area, has not forgotten the incident, as he visits my father at the same address. I did, however, never forget this guy into the 1980's, 90's and into the new century.  I have followed both the EARONGSK Proboard and the reddit discussions for quite awhile, long before the search heated up again in the past few years.  For a long time, this guy made me so angry for the fear he instilled in the many communities, that I hoped he would be caught before he died. There are numerous people I know, all who were children at the time, who would take great pleasure in strangling this guy if they could get their hands on him. Many thanks to Paul Holes for his brilliant and dogged investigation, and to all the others who refused to let the case go completely cold.  If anyone reads this and wants to discuss further, post here and I will get back to you.  

Does your dad rent that house out now or something? Is that why you haven't been back in it? Yea you should go back and see if that sliding glass door has been tampered with. Just be kind of fun to see if it was. 

[cadane]

May 7, 2018 12:34:23 GMT slim said:

May 6, 2018 16:05:17 GMT cadane said:

I’ve shared our story before. My parents bought our 2nd home in the Foothill Farms area of Sacramento in 1976. He tried to get in our home in 77. Helicopters flew over our home often late at night looking for him while he was stalking this area. Glad the POS is behind bars!!

Can you repost your story again id like to hear about it.

earonsgsk.proboards.com/thread/2785/story-sacramento-foothill-farms-fall?page=1

[brawlpups]

May 7, 2018 4:04:37 GMT woofytreats said:

May 6, 2018 22:24:05 GMT brawlpups said:

Do you have an intersection or co-ordinates to look that up?

You'd be looking at the intersection of Treat Blvd. and Oak Grove Rd. in Concord...that intersection represents the border of Walnut Creek and Concord. I believe heading eastbound on Treat and turning left ( North ) on Oak Grove..Ryan Rd. is the first street you come to...and a little further on Oak Grove you come to Saint Francis of Assisi Church ( formerly Most Precious Blood ) at 860 Oak Grove Rd.  Satellite maps show it pretty clearly but I didn't see a coordinates listed on what I was using.

The Ygnacio Park near there reminds me of the water feature on the map. It also seems if I remember right that the park was a possible staging area to attacks.

[slim]

May 7, 2018 19:06:08 GMT cadane said:

May 7, 2018 12:34:23 GMT slim said:

Can you repost your story again id like to hear about it.

earonsgsk.proboards.com/thread/2785/story-sacramento-foothill-farms-fall?page=1

Now i remember, yea great story. That must have been something. 

[maryas]

May 6, 2018 2:15:14 GMT prayingmantis said:

May 6, 2018 1:24:45 GMT mia said:

I've thought a lot about that especially since hearing that JJD had several large photos of his mother above his bed. The Investigators noted how downright creepy it was.

justaskings wrote a good post with an analysis of this check it out. Yes it's creepy.

I can't find that post anywhere. Help?

[zoinkersscoob]

May 6, 2018 15:48:02 GMT overlooked said:

May 6, 2018 2:15:14 GMT prayingmantis said:

justaskings wrote a good post with an analysis of this check it out. Yes it's creepy.

Does anyone know the primary source mentioning JJD had large photos of his mother in his bedroom? I was able to find Justasking's analysis (I agree it's good) in the motives thread but I couldn't find the original source where this came from. 

Yes, I agreee we need to know the original source of this "portrait of his mother in his bedroom" story. If anyone knows, where did this come from?

The reason I say this is redditords were posting tons of blatant lies shortly after the arrest, and it would not be good of one if their fictional stories stuck as a "fact" in this case.

[snooper]

My girlfriend’s parents were living in Foothill Farms during the time of the EAR attack there. At about 9:00 at night a man in a ski mask ran through their back yard and jumped on their metal trashcan, denting it, and over their fence. 

[mike]

Two connections. I lived in California for a year in the late 90s and I love roast. Makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I type that.

[Deleted]

I grew up in Sac near a few of the crimes. When I was a kid I would play in the front yard and the helicopter would be hovering around. My older brother used to ride his bike around me saying "It's the East Side Rapist" trying to scare me. I also walk some of the trails that he used to walk at the American River and the creek behind Thornwood.

[kellyjelly]

May 5, 2018 22:27:43 GMT arlington said:

I've told this story before, but it's worth repeating. We moved to Citrus Heights in 1977, bought a small ranch style house in Arlington Heights East. Within a day or two of moving in I was in the backyard, it was fenced in, and had a small shed, and it seemed like a good idea to scale the fence and get on the roof of the shed.

The view was great, you could see over the fence around the neighborhood. I screwed around up there for a few minutes and I saw a helicopter overhead, and it was pretty low. This naturally captured my attention and watched it for a minute as it slowly descended more.

My mom opened up the back slider, and I pointed at the helicopter and told her excitedly to check it out. She replies, "that's a police helicopter and they're probably looking for someone, get in here!"

I jump off the shed and no sooner then my feet hit the grass then a guy in a jumpsuit comes catapulting over the fence on the other side of the yard and he has a pistol in his hand.

It's a race for the door, I sprinted and he sprinted, and I get inside with just enough time to allow my mom to slam and lock the door as he reaches it and is staring at us from six inches away with a gun.

"Open the door I'm with the police," he says or something similar. This goes on for 10-15 seconds, we're freaking out, and then several other uniformed officers arrived, showed badges and we opened the door.

Come to find out the neighbor across the street saw me on the shed, didn't know we had moved in, and called the police. This was right in the middle of the EAR attacks, good for the neighbor (Ronnie). So I guess my connection to the case is being mistaken for the EAR within a few days of moving to California

Wow that must have been terrifying!

[reggie]

I moved to Sacramento County during the middle of 1977 and, within days, had heard about the EAR a number of times.  Not being focused on the enormity of the story, I moved into a working-class duplex on Harrison St., in North Highlands.  With me was a cute female and our dog, a big & tough German Shepherd male.  The months wore on and I was in graduate school while my female partner worked.  We would leave our sliding glass door open while we both were away during the day and our dog would have a choice between the yard and the inside shade.  We had no valuable possessions and had moved from a safe environment, so we did not obsess about safety.  One day in the spring of 1978, the neighbor on the other side of the duplex said she had watched a young male hurriedly escape from my backyard with my dog barking and chasing him.  I asked about the intruder/burglar’s look and I remember her saying the guy was white and easily bound over the six-foot fence.  I was proud of my dog (he was big and tough and would attack a stranger) but did not connect the event with EAR.  Within two weeks, I looked into the curbside mailbox of an empty duplex unit near mine and found a full-face ski mask, abandoned/stashed there.  Opening the mailbox was done absent-mindedly, without intent to search.  But I’d found a full-face ski mask nevertheless and instantly connected the burglar, the EAR story, and the mask.  I have never forgotten that feeling of “could it have been...?”
Now, there were two EAR events on that side of Hwy 80, not far from Harrison St. so I was living in EAR “territory”.  It is unlikely, yes, but possible.