Question: please tell me where Greentown: Murder and Mystery in Greenwich, Americas Wealthiest Communiity by Timothy Dumas ios tom acquire free audioQuestion: please tell me where Greentown: Murder and Mystery in Greenwich, Americas Wealthiest Communiity by Timothy Dumas ios tom
I had really wanted to borrow a smidgen of the lyrics to Free Falling by Tom Petty, to begin this review. But, since Tom Petty and I are not on a first name basis with one another, I figured I could just mentioned that I kept thinking of the first verse, and the next to last line of the second verse, as I read this book. I suppose that reading this book about Martha Moxleys murder had to have in a way reminded me of a case that happened in the late 1990s, involving a hometown football hero, and some of his friends attacking a cheerleader. The parallels in the two stories have more to do with these boys deciding to do away with this beautiful young girl, whose life was really just beginning. And also as with Martha Moxley, more than one suspect had shown an interest in her.How can anyone possibly attempt to bring Marthas spirit into focus so many years ( 41 years, come October 30, 2016 ) after Martha was brutally murdered? Somehow Timothy Dumas managed to do just that. Somehow he captured how vivacious Martha was. She had blossomed into a lovely teenage girl, with long blonde hair and her physical appearance caught the attention of the young men who crossed her path. But yet, Martha was so much more than her physical appearance, she seemed to spread happiness to anyone who was fortunate enough to have known her. Marthas laugh was infectious, her eyes seemed to twinkle as she delighted or marveled at things that some people take for granted. Something as seemingly simple, such as the leaves falling from the trees on October 30, 1975. How could anyone have prepared themselves for what that nights end would bring? The answer is simply that no one, including seasoned investigators would be prepared to process what had been done to Martha. October 30, 1975 would bring the first freeze to Greenwich, as the night fell. Just the day before temperatures reached into the 70s. The community of Belle Haven, where the Moxley family had settled in just over a year ago was bracing for Mischief Night. As the name implies, Mischief Night meant that the kids would go about the neighborhood, either egging houses or strewing toilet paper about in the neighbors trees, shrubs and yards. Martha Moxley would be among the teenagers out on this cold and some said eerie night. Something seemed to be in the air, something that would, before the nights end, would even cause them to be frightened. Even those friends of Marthas who thought nothing of sneaking out at night, somehow sensed, and even felt as though they heard something a sort of crunching sound. What could that be? It sounded as though a twig may have snapped. Something or someone watching, and then perhaps even walking behind them as they walked home. A feeling so real, that it drove one of Marthas friends her heart pounding, to quickly take refuge inside her parents car. To hide in an empty car, with no heat, was necessary in order to flee from her pursuer, despite the fact that the temperature was rapidly reaching the freezing point.I read one review, in which the reader had chastised Mr. Dumas for including the history of macabre events that haunted Greenwich, beginning with colonists settling in what would eventually become Americas wealthiest community. An attack so heinous in its nature, that it is hard to imagine that the men who committed the crime could be considered to be civilized. And so, with the massacre of an entire Indian tribe, whose property the colonists now resided, began what would seem to mold and define the reputation of this now exclusive community. As time ticked on, there would be far too many tragedies, such as the one that cut short the life of young Martha Moxley. As the story goes, some of them were hauntingly similar in how the murders were executed. I doubt that the king of thrillers could have written a tale of sadness and grief, to match the real life events that took place in what should have been paradise. How could those residents, who to the average working person seemed to have it all, how could these wealthy affluent people be so unhappy? Why was this community of glitz and glamor seemingly cursed? It does make one wonder whether restless spirits inhabit this primo real estate, something perhaps forever linked to the past...or could it simply be that money truly can be the root of all things evil? To be continued.....
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