Friday, May 25, 2012

Where are the children?

More than 2,000 children are reported missing every day in the U.S., an annual estimate of more than 750,000 minors. About 200,000 are abducted by family members. Of the 58,000 abducted by strangers, 115 children are murdered, held for ransom, or held hostage with an intent to keep. The disappearance of Etan Patz, a six-year old student who vanished between his New York home and the one-block walk to the school bus stop in 1979, prompted President Ronald Regan four years later to proclaim May 25 as National Missing Children’s Day. The following year, congress designated the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, a nonprofit organization, as the main source of information.

Fast forward more than a quarter-century to March 16, 2012. Sierra LaMar, 15, disappeared on her way to a rural school bus stop in Morgan Hill, California. A tip about a red Volkswagen Jetta with black hood and Sierra's clothes in a Juicy Couture bag sparked the arrest of Antolin Garcia-Torres two months later. Volunteers still search for Sierra.

On the eve of National Missing Children’s Day, May 24, 2012, Pedro Hernandez, a former Manhattan stock clerk who once lived in the same neighborhood as Etan Patz, confessed and was arrested.  

In all the positive results from Ethan’s disappearance, from his face on milk cartons to a 24-hour toll free number to report missing children, to an arrest more than three decades after he went missing, one vital deterrent remains untouched—unsupervised bus stops. If parents or neighbors had formed a volunteer watch group to watch for Etan Patz, he might have been found. If Sierra LaMar’s bus stop had a monitor, her morning absence would have been questioned and an amber alert issued. The red Volkswagen Jetta with a black hood would have been traced sooner. Volunteers wouldn't be searching for her today. 

We cannot turn back the clock, but we can change the future.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Chowchilla Kidnapped Bus Driver Dies

Chowchilla Memorial

Ed Ray, 91, died almost 36 years after he assisted twenty six children to safety from a quarry in Livermore, kidnapped by James and Richard Schoenfield and Fred Woods. The kidnap occurred when Ray stopped on a country road near Chowchilla, California for a disabled vehicle. That event propelled him into the limelight which he refused.

Sure, I knew him—or at least I knew of him. Chowchilla was a small town when I lived there when Ed Ray was younger, years before this incident. Students in town walked to school. Country kids rode the bus. At school, at church, at parades and fairs, around town, everybody knew everybody. All by sight. Most by name. Some by reputation. A few by character.

Goodbye Mr. Ray. May your humble character shine through the ages.


Here are great photos from the Huffington Post. 

Saturday, May 12, 2012

A Real Mother

My annual protest the second Sunday in May began the day after my wedding when some unknowing person wished me “Happy Mother’s Day.” Someday, I thought, but thankfully not today. Every year since then, I’ve dodged questions and declined the single long-stem rose handed to mothers during Sunday worship service. I’ve shunned the long lines at restaurants for a quick lunch at home. If I skipped church, my friends asked “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not a real mother,” I replied. “I’ve never birthed a child.”

A Chicken Soup for the Soul call for devotional stories made me reconsider my motherhood role.  Five years of foster parenting when I was old enough to be a grandmother plus seven years as a devotional writer signaled the right combination to submit to the contest.  The result, “A Real Mother,” was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Mothers (Simon & Schuster, 2010).  Click here to read it in Chicken Soup online newsletter.

To all real mothers, Happy Mother’s Day.



©Copyright Violet Carr Moore 2010

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Not a betting woman

May 5, 2012. Curiosity made me do it—check out the horses for the 138th Kentucky Derby. I clicked “Meet the Horses” and scrolled down the list. We’ve had a couple of horses. One beautiful, but high strung palomino and one sorrel, but not at the same time.  I stayed out of the palomino’s way, but I feed the sorrel. With that little experience, I’m no judge of horseflesh, so I chose a different route to the pick the winner--the distinctive jokey shirts.

Pink? No way! I skipped red and green and other clashing colors. Turquoise? Nope. I threw out the whites, yellows and blues. Then I trashed the checkerboard aqua and yellow. Wait! That’s Bodemeister, #6 with 4-1 odds. Nah. Maybe second place, but definitely not first with that ugly look on jockey Mike Smith’s face.  Then I saw an omen—jockey Mario Gutierrez wearing a purple and white shirt, the saddle atop a yellow horse blanket. A tee-totaler, the name I’ll have Another made me take a second look. Determination on the jockey’s face and the “don’t worry” look in the horse’s eyes made me choose #19.

Couldn’t make it to the Derby, but I watched the replay as Gutierrez overtook Smith in the last seconds of the fastest two minutes on horse’s hooves. I won! I won!

If I’d been a betting woman, I’d be raking in my windfall right now. Instead I can only say my hunch was right. Watch the purple shirt. That jockey rides a winner.



http://www.kentuckyderby.com/news/videos/kentucky-derby-2012-replay