Why are you here and why am I doing this?

Why are you here and why am I doing this?

If you're like me, THIS is as close to crime as you want to get.

You want to maintain a safe distance and delve into it when it's convenient for you; not when some lunatic knocks on your door in the middle of the night, runs you off the road or approaches you in a parking lot.

Maybe you are a Murderino?

I'm someone who resolves every New Year's Eve to NOT be the victim of a crime.

Some of the crimes I'll describe here aren't horrific or even result in death, but they're still situations to be avoided. Who wants the drama or the paperwork associated with a non-violent crime? Not me.

I know I'm not the only one who's interested in reading about crime & criminals. I hope to use this blog to share that interest with others.

My process is to find something in an old newspaper, news broadcast or my own memory that grabs my attention and delve deep. I research the cases and people using newspaper and magazine archives, genealogy sites plus court or prison documents (when I can afford them). Lately the way I write the stories has changed. I'm starting to show the effort I've made to track down specific details. I also seem to be posting less frequently. This can be attributed to the fact that I'm now concerned with the As Close to Crime YouTube channel as well as my habit of falling deeper and deeper into rabbit holes with each new entry. I'd rather have quality than quantity, so I've come to terms with the lessening output.

I try not rely too heavily on other websites or books but I credit people when it's appropriate. In fact, if my main source of information is someone else's book, I'll just recommend the book. This was the case with "The Bobbed Haired Bandit."

Don't expect too many Top 10 lists from me. I instead prefer to select the more obscure crimes that some visitors to this blog have either never heard of or haven't thought about in awhile.

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Showing posts with label Criminally Insane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Criminally Insane. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

"I'm crazy. Don't what I done prove it?"

William C. Irwin
at his arraignment -
The Des Moines Register -
April 13, 1946
We'll never know what William Correll Irwin was thinking on the morning of April 8, 1946 or what voices he may have heard in his head but it's a fact that on that day he used a mattock pickax to brutally murder his 63-year-old mother Mary, his 38-year-old wife (of 17 years) Edith and two of his three sons, John, aged 7, and Henry, aged 4.

The weapon had a 6 foot long handle and the blade measured 12 to 14 inches.
Des Moines Tribune -
April 8, 1946


Eldest son Billy, aged 11, had the good fortune to have left the house earlier in the morning to attend a special concert performance given by the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra at the Shrine Auditorium for Des Moines school children or he most likely would have met the same fate.

William Irwin must have felt himself slipping into madness because only 4 days earlier (April 4th), citing a "nervous condition," he'd requested an indefinite leave of absence from his job as a linotype operator at The Des Moines Register and Tribune company. William had been working there since November 6, 1938.

According to family members, William had been unnerved by a near accident about a week before. He had been preparing to board a city bus and a passing automobile drove so close to him that he was forced to jump on the car's running board to avoid being mowed down. Now continually nervous, William would tell people "My time has come."


family photo -
reprinted from
The Waterloo Daily Courier -
April 8, 1946

One day before slaughtering 4 members of his family, William was acting so irrationally that Edith phoned her in-laws. Brother James and mother Mary came over to talk to William and urged him to seek help. James would later say William was "talking out of his mind and was extremely nervous but (he) definitely was not violent." This family intervention lasted until 3 AM with William taking a break around midnight. He went for a walk to clear his head; it was later revealed William had returned to the typesetting room at his job where he spent an hour chatting with coworkers.

The family was right to worry about William. He had previously suffered a nervous breakdown, in March 1937, while working in Chicago and had spent 2 months in an asylum. The treatment had done him a world of good, or so it seemed. Perhaps all he needed was another sabbatical.


Des Moines Register -
April 9, 1946
James returned to his own home convinced that his now-slumbering brother posed no threat to the family and everyone was relieved that William had agreed to see a psychiatrist of James' choosing. William's mother Mary was less sure about her son's mental state so she slept over.

Des Moines Register -
April 9, 1946
The following morning Mary was helping William get the garden ready for the spring plantings. The Irwins' neighbor, a Mr. H.W. Lane, stopped over at 7:30 AM and he would later tell police that William seemed fine. "He was joking and seemed very pleasant." William introduced his mother to Mr. Lane and had promised to bring over some of his home-grown rhubarb.

At 8 AM, James received an urgent phone call from Edith. "Bill wants to see a doctor right away. He says 'I know I'm sick.'"

At 8:15 AM, William walked over to the Lane household with the rhubarb. Mrs. Lane would recall that "he seemed all right at the time."

Within a half hour of this visit, Mrs. Lane's nephew Loring Larsen was likewise working in his family's yard when he heard screaming coming from the Irwin house. He ran over to see what the trouble was. The bodies of Mary, Edith and 4-year-old Henry were already sprawled out on the lawn. William brandished the pickax, told Larsen to "get the hell out of here" then delivered a deadly blow to the head of his 7-year-old son John. William retreated into his house, grabbed a shotgun and a box of shells. William shot the family's Irish Setter and waited on the porch for the police to come, as he knew they would.
Mrs. Lane was frantically trying to contact the police but she had trouble getting through because her party line was busy. Imagine her terror and frustration as she could clearly hear the children yelling "Daddy, don't." Police logged the call in at 8:42 AM. Mrs. Lane reported Irwin had killed his wife and was chasing the others around the yard trying to kill them too. Mrs. Lane, unable to think of the Irwin's address gave police her own address instead.

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As Officers William Thacker and Ed McCarthy responded to 103 Kirkwood Avenue they drove south on Union Street and passed the Irwin household. When they were within range, William fired five shotgun rounds at the squad car, hitting the left front windshield and door. Twenty shotgun pellets were imbedded in the vehicle but neither officer was injured. They abandoned the car and took refuge behind an vacant store on the corner of Union and Kirkwood, directly across from the Irwin house.

Five-year-old Geraldine Nelson was on her way to Washington School at that moment and had the misfortune of getting caught in the crossfire. William Irwin was shooting at the police but he hit Geraldine in the abdomen. Despite the injury, Geraldine ran home.

Officer McCarthy returned fire with his own shotgun but it was Officer Thacker, armed with a .44 caliber handgun, who managed to hit Irwin once in the right leg, above the knee. Now wounded, Irwin ran towards the back of his house. McCarthy and Thacker pursued and Irwin stopped. He threw down his weapon and begged them to kill him. It was then that Irwin recognized Thacker, a friend for more than 20 years, and he apologized to Thacker for shooting at him. "If I'd known it was you I wouldn't have shot."

All of the injured and dead were transported to Broadlawns General Hospital. John and Henry died en route. Mary and Edith were already dead. Cause of death for all four were "punctured  craniums."

Des Moines Register -
April 9, 1946
Fortunately, the wound to Geraldine Nelson was not too serious (perhaps her heavy coat saved her) and she was giving interviews to the press the next day. Geraldine seemed most understanding and commented that "he was shooting at the police. He didn't mean to shoot me."

The wound to William's leg was not life-threatening either but it would be a long time in healing.

William was placed in a padded cell, nude except for his bandages and a strait jacket. He complained that he had missed breakfast and was hungry. 

When eldest son Billy returned home from what might have been a fun day out with classmates he learned that his mother, grandmother and 2 brothers were all dead and his father was responsible.

Once in custody, William had moments of clarity when realized what he had done and he would weep uncontrollably but there were just as many hours spent staring off into space, jumping up and down or laughing his head off.

When Detective Chief Paul Castelline asked William why had killed his family he told them he "had an impulse. God told me to kill my family. Now I've done everything in the book." Castelline asked William if he was crazy and the response was "I must be. Don't what I done prove it?"

On April 10, 1946, all four of the Irwins were laid to rest in a single ceremony. They were buried in the Laurel Hill Cemetery located in southeast Des Moines. Billy Irwin was staying with his paternal grandfather, the equally affected Valter Irwin.

Des Moines Register - April 12, 1946
Neighbors remained stunned by this violence. The Irwins were a good, solid, loving family and their home was quiet and well cared for. According to the Des Moines Register, "William had won the admiration of the entire block for his solicitude in caring for his wife during a long illness some time ago." While I'm not sure what this "illness" is, William and Edith had both suffered when their daughter Sharon died on June 10, 1939; she was only 8-years-old. The death certificate lists the principal cause of death as pneumonia but it also indicates Sharon had measles, strep and a congenital heart disease.

At his arraignment on April 13, 1946, William Irwin, still wearing the strait-jacket, appeared completely detached. According to The Des Moines Register, Irwin "seemed to give no indication that he either understood the proceedings or realized the extent of this crimes. Once or twice, his head thrown back, he laughed out loud, even though nobody had spoken to him."

Since William's sanity was most certain in question, the district attorney's office only charged him with the first degree murder of his wife. More charges would follow, if necessary. Irwin offered no plea and his court-appointed attorney Ted Haines, as per William's desire, asked that his client be confined to the Anamosa Reformatory's Insane Ward until the case came to trial.

Des Moines Tribune -
April 8, 1946

At the Grand Jury hearing, Police Officer George Cessna testified that Irwin had said he was in the front garden with his mother
when the woman pointed to a bush and asked that William look at it to. William felt that his mother was insinuating that he was as yellow as that bush and it was then that he had an overwhelming desire to kill her but it passed and he went back to his hoeing. A moment or two later the "voice of God or Jesus told me to kill her."

Des Moines Tribune -
April 8, 1946

Cessna also testified that Irwin said "women were more or less to blame for the evils and conditions of the world today." Irwin had further explained that he killed his sons "so that he could raise them the way he wanted to."


Des Moines Tribune -
May 16, 1946 
If that latter line of thinking sounds crazy, it's because Irwin was crazy. On May 15, 1946, William Irwin was declared insane and a danger to society. He was to be held in the Anamosa Reformatory's Insane Ward "until he becomes sane."

That day never came. On November 13, 1949, William Correll Irwin wrapped one end his shirt around his neck, the other around a cell bar and he hanged himself. He was 45-years-old. He is also buried in the Laurel Hill Cemetery.

The surviving member of the family, Billy graduated high school, enlisted in the Air Force and is, I believe, still alive.


Friday, April 13, 2018

Too Proud or Too Crazy?

It wasn't uncommon for Gladys Quackenbush to have her name printed in the local newspapers. It was the fashion back in the day to announce whenever a young woman was off visiting relatives or attending some social function. But nobody was prepared for the story that would be appear in almost every newspaper on May 26, 1925. Sadly, it would soon became evident that the good folks at the New Jersey State Hospital for the Insane should have seen it coming.


In the early morning hours of May 26, 1925, Gladys, aged 28, had been killed in her sleep. Hacked to death with 14 blows of an axe. The killer was Aretta Quackenbush, her 65-year-old mother.


Aretta had been deemed "suicidal" and institutionalized since February 26, 1925 after she'd tried to take her own life; she'd been released from the NJ State Hospital for the Insane only a week before.


New Jersey State Hospital for the Insane

Neighbors had heard some arguing and raised voices coming from the  Quackenbush home in Tennent, NJ on the night of May 25, 1926. Aretta and Gladys often argued, mostly about money. Aretta's husband Holmes had died in 1904 and left them an inheritance but, it is believed Aretta lost most of the money due to "rash speculation" and the stress over their dwindling financial condition had affected her mind. By this time they were "practically penniless." Neither woman had a job and Aretta's pride got in the way whenever Gladys offered to seek employment. Gladys had made arrangements to leave the family home and relocate to Freehold, NJ to serve as a kind of live-in housekeeper. This might have been the last straw.

A neighbor, John Turneau, heard subdued crying as he walked by the Quackenbush home at 6:35 AM while on his way to work. He was worried, not enough to knock on the door although he did mention it to his supervisor. Another neighbor, Miss Laura Bennett, was walking past the Quackenbush home one hour later when Aretta opened the front door and called out "Laura, call Dr. Applegate. I've killed Gladys."

Laura didn't phone the police, remember this is 1925, but instead stopped in at another neighbor's house - one belonging to the Whalen family. Arthur Whalen, aged 20, offered to go over and investigate. He knocked at the door several times but received no reply until he finally heard a voice asking "Is that you Laura? You can't come in." Arthur walked around the house until he could peek through a window. Arthur saw Aretta in blood-stained clothes, she was mumbling "Oh, my God" over and over again. Arthur returned home then telephoned the State Police.

NJ State Trooper James McCormick
Trooper James McCormick responded to the call in civilian clothes. He saw Aretta walking back towards her own home from the Whalen house. She'd gone over there for a pail of water but had been refused entry. Can't say I blame them. Aretta was uncooperative at first, until she saw his Police badge then she allowed Trooper McCormick to enter her home and it was there he discovered the body of Gladys and blood splatter everywhere. Gladys is described as being "unrecognizable" due to the severe blows to her head. Any one of which would have been sufficient to kill her.


Aretta had injuries of her own. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut and there was blood on her forehead. Aretta claimed Gladys had attacked her the night before with a hammer so her killing Gladys was either "self-defense" or "revenge." Authorities believe that Aretta's wounds were self-inflicted. She readily admitted what she had done and told investigators, "It was all over in five minutes." During the car ride to the Police HQ, Aretta  tried to jump from the moving car but was held back.

Given Aretta's recent hospital stay and her actions on the morning of the killing, she was quite easily declared insane and incapable of even assisting in her own defense. She was remanded, once again, to the New Jersey State Hospital for the Insane. I don't believe she was ever released. Aretta is listed as an inmate of the Hospital in the 1940 Census and she died on December 18, 1943. Both Gladys and Aretta are buried in the Old Tennant Churchyard in Manalapan, NJ. The family farm, home and personal property were sold after Aretta was committed and the proceeds were used to pay for her care at the Hospital.

There was much finger-pointing after the fact and, of course, promises from the Hospital to do a better job so that this kind of tragedy could be avoided in future. Dr. Carl Pierson testified that he knew Aretta had attempted to take her own life three months prior but that was all. Judge Lawrence who headed the three person lunacy committee charged with investigating the incident, produced documentation from when Aretta was admitted in February which recorded the fact that she had also threatened the life of her daughter. The eminent Dr. Henry Cotton felt comfortable blaming Aretta's relations, and that included the victim, who had agreed to Aretta's release. I'd also like to note that Dr. Cotton is the only one who refers, numerous times, to Gladys as being "feeble-minded." If Gladys was feeble-minded, why would the hospital consider her capable of caring for Aretta? 
Dr. Henry Cotton
Dr. Cotton would have to get used to being on the defensive. Not only in this matter but for his methods in general. Dr. Cotton strongly believed there was a definite connection between insanity and infection in the body. He and his staff of surgeons would routinely perform operations on the patients, often times it seems without their consent. It was common practice to remove any organs they suspected to be harboring infection, also the patients' teeth. The staff also performed sterilization procedures on the patients. Any surgery was a risk, especially when there were no antibiotics then and a real danger of post-operative infection. There might have been a high mortality rate as a result of these procedures but the patients would be considered sane when they expired.  Naturally, not everyone considered Dr. Cotton a monster. He did actually believe in treating the patients more humanely.