Jude said:
kcanal could you post the article or a link to the article that you mentioned? It would sure help to have the full background information.
As you alluded to, the family of the mother at one time had a website authored by a TM Schonfelder, which I printed out and saved if anybody is interested.
In the mid 70's I lived on the Kenai Peninsula and had some association with a few members of the Fandel family. This all happened after I moved to Ohio, so I never did get all the details, but have followed it on the internet.
If you PM me your email; I can send you the full old website from the mother's side of the family & the article. DUE to copyright information; I will not post it on WS in the full text. But here's a bit of the news article I think kcanal is speaking about:
"No one noticed the kids were missing for 15 hours or more. That was the first bad break in the case. At the Alaska State Trooper station in Soldotna, the missing persons report filed by their mother was logged in at 5:14 p.m. on Sept. 6.
Margaret Fandel, then a 31yearold waitress at a restaurant in Kenai, is a small, pretty woman with a friendly disposition and a hearing impairment. In September 1978, Margaret was in a bad place in her life.
Roger Fandel, her husband of more than 10 years, had left her in January and then moved out of state. The marriage had been rocky for a long time. Roger had a strong sense of family and dominated the relationship, but he liked other women and Margaret began to drink. A homebody by nature, Margaret found herself working long hours to pay the bills."
"At 43, Roger Fandel's beard is graying, but he still wears a HarleyDavidson cap on his head, a knife at his belt and a dropdead tone in his voice. He will tell you himself that he is prone to violence. He radiates aggression, and enjoys the effect it has on others.
Six feet tall, burly and bearded, Roger is an imposing presence, by nature and by design, a tough guy. Ask anyone. Ask him. A welder, a biker and a sure shot with a pistol, he's been down a lot of mean streets. These days he lives somewhere in the West, "on 100 acres in the middle of nowhere" and never mind the name of the town. You want to find him? Leave a message with the Plumbers and Steamfitters Union.
Scott was is Roger's son in every way except by birth. When Roger met Margaret, Scott was 2 years old. His natural father lived in another town and wasn't interested.
"He couldn't talk," Roger said. "He would only say "no.' He threw tantrums. He was a problem child. ... By 3 he could count, almost read. He flowered with me. I spent the time with him. I took him everywhere for years."
Scott cared about things, said Roger. "He was a kid you could teach. He wanted to learn.
"He adored me."
The personalities of the children shaped the theories of what happened to them. Scott was savvy, too smart to have gone with a stranger. He was "small and sort of cocky," according to his mother. "He thought he was cool."
PART ARTICLE: SHEILA TOOMEY Daily News reporter
Staff COPYRIGHT 1988