Wow! Distant cousin Lucille unleased a family bombshell on me early this morning - good thing I didn't read the email last night, I wouldn't have gotten any sleep!
It seems, darlings, that there was a MURDER in the family! EEK!
Here is the article from The Milwaukee Journal in October, 1937. Because it was a google records I was not able to "grab" it to save it, I had to cut it up into screen shots and save it that way, so it's in bits and pieces but readable -- try to ignore the red borders!
Joseph was the husband of a distant cousin on Mom's side of the family (the Makuskis). Susan Catherine Olbrantz was a Makuski before her marriage in 1925 to Joseph Olbrantz. Lucille sent me this photograph that must have been clipped from a different article than the one I found (posted above):
I guess I've watched too many "48 Hours Mysteries" and "Dateline" murder stories on television. Poison is a very PERSONAL type of weapon and historically, a woman's weapon, because it is neat, clean, non-violent -- it can be administered from a distance. The perpetrator of the crime does not have to be confronted with the bloody reality of a dying or dead person at one's feet as a result of one's actions with gun, knife, or club. In short, poison is the perfect weapon for someone seeking to kill not in the heat of anger or passion (like with a gun or knife or, heaven forbid, beating someone to death with fists or object), but for someone seeking to kill in a "bloodless" way after thinking about it for a long time. REVENGE. Cold. Calculated.
In cases like this, the spouse is usually the first suspect. But in this case, Susan herself had ingested a piece of the poisoned candy, as had one of her children (son Raymond, age 11). If her target was her husband, would she have risked the lives of one or more of her children and herself, too? If murder/suicide was the goal instead (wiping out the entire family) would she not have made sure that her other children also ingested some of the poisoned candy? And where the heck would she have gotten her hands on strychnine? Where would anyone get their hands on strycynine in 1938?
I thought about this quite a bit today. The year 1938 -- the US is still recovering from the Great Depression. World War II had not yet started and the economy was still in bad shape. Joseph Olbrantz supported his family with a WPA (Works Progress Administration) job, like millions of other men around the country did -- there was not much other work available. Money for such luxuries as boxed candy (chocolates? not identified in the article) would have been non-existent. It might have seemed unusual for a new box of candy, a pair of cotton gloves and a pair of children's stockings to appear on the front seat of the Olbrantz vehicle, but in a small community where everyone knew everyone and pretty much knew how each others' families were doing, the Olbrantzes may have figured that it was a gift left behind by a friend, a family member, or a well-wisher.
The gloves aren't identified as men's, women's, or children's. The stockings were called "children's stockings" - I assume because their size made them easily identifiable as such. So, whoever left the box of candy knew the Olbrantzes had children young enough to wear the stockings. And the gloves? Hmmm.... Cotton gloves. Hmmmm..... perhaps women's gloves? Meant as a gift for Susan? Cotton gloves and a pair of children's stockings - doesn't sound like gifts a man would buy for a young family.
What is truly frightening about this crime is that the entire family could easily have ingested some of the candy and died. At the time, Susan and Joseph had at least two other children: Joseph, born in about 1929 and Elizabeth, born in about 1935. Perhaps the only thing that saved them from strychnine poisoning was that they were young and probably already abed when Daddy brought out that deadly box of candy.
I was not able to discover any further information on the crime or any further newspaper articles. I will keep looking, of course!
December 4, 2016: Hola everyone! Winter has arrived in Milwaukee and there are snow flurries today. Despite several hard freezes remarkably my "spikes" in two of my patio planters have absolutely refused to die. The rosemary and thyme plants I nursed inside the house through last winter spent the summer in their pot outside next to the side stoop off the driveway, where they get plenty of sunshine all day long. I transplanted them into a cozy sheltered spot right next to the stoop in October and they are still green and growing, too! With the delay in getting the drywall patching done in the relatively minor "reconstruction" work I had done in my kitchen, I am way behind my time in getting the house decorated. But yesterday I got my wreath decked out with extra lights and dressed the front door of the house, and my battery-operated traditional candles were put up on the window sills all around the house Friday evening. It becomes a ritual to go around at dusk and turn the tops to the right to turn the candles "on" and at bedtime to go around and turn the tops to the left to turn the candles "off." Today I put some "glittery" throw pillow covers purchased new last month from H&M on three of my sofa pillows to glam things up a bit in the living room and add some sparkle. Later on, after I sufficiently fuel myself up with wine and snacks and probably to distract myself while I listen to the Packers game on the radio, I will huff and puff and pull my artificial tree up from storage in the basement. I will decorate it simply this year. Every year I say that, and every year I end up throwing just about everything except the kitchen sink on the tree. I am very proud of myself this year, though. I did not buy a single new ornament or Christmas doo-dad for the house (throw pillow covers don't count!!!) Happy Holidays to all, with hope and fervent prayers for 2017. I've a feeling we're all going to need a lot of help from Goddess in the coming year. Jan