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I just joined Websleuths, and this thread is one of the reasons.
I knew Mitch and Bonnie. I went to high school with them, although I was more of an acquaintance than a friend. They ran in a different crowd than me, but we were all shocked when they disappeared the summer before senior year.
It's decades ago, but I remember we all thought they had run away to be together. I was 15 then and it seemed almost romantic. Even as teenagers, though, after a week or two we started to think something dreadful had happened, because while they may have wanted to disappear together, maybe shock everyone, ultimately they would have called home, at least.
Now I have a 15- year old granddaughter. The world is different with many ways to communicate. In those days it would have had to be a letter or a long-distance phone call, but we all felt that a week or two was enough time that they would at least have let their families know they were alive. They'd be in their 60s now, and it's impossible they would have grown up, become senior citizens, and still not check in to assuage their families' grief.
I have no clue what may have happened. We used to occasionally hitchhike locally, mostly just to see what it was like and to flirt with the boys. If my granddaughter did that now I'd have a heart attack. I'm sure they met with foul play, but have no idea how. I don't believe the drowning story.
I'm the only one from those school days who still lives in the neighborhood. I remember when the memorial tree was planted. I'm grateful to Websleuths for hosting these forums where no one is forgotten, no matter how long ago.
I knew Mitch and Bonnie. I went to high school with them, although I was more of an acquaintance than a friend. They ran in a different crowd than me, but we were all shocked when they disappeared the summer before senior year.
It's decades ago, but I remember we all thought they had run away to be together. I was 15 then and it seemed almost romantic. Even as teenagers, though, after a week or two we started to think something dreadful had happened, because while they may have wanted to disappear together, maybe shock everyone, ultimately they would have called home, at least.
Now I have a 15- year old granddaughter. The world is different with many ways to communicate. In those days it would have had to be a letter or a long-distance phone call, but we all felt that a week or two was enough time that they would at least have let their families know they were alive. They'd be in their 60s now, and it's impossible they would have grown up, become senior citizens, and still not check in to assuage their families' grief.
I have no clue what may have happened. We used to occasionally hitchhike locally, mostly just to see what it was like and to flirt with the boys. If my granddaughter did that now I'd have a heart attack. I'm sure they met with foul play, but have no idea how. I don't believe the drowning story.
I'm the only one from those school days who still lives in the neighborhood. I remember when the memorial tree was planted. I'm grateful to Websleuths for hosting these forums where no one is forgotten, no matter how long ago.