a young woman *%* Mon Feb 9 12:45:56 PST 2004

a prostitute *%* Tue Dec 30 18:57:01 PST 2003

The bones your dogs bring in, no longer content to leave buried in the yard, the rains perhaps making shallow mud of their hiding place. Finding them, damp, tucked behind the couch, under your bed pillow. They've yellowed this way, aged this way. Not white and still tissued like the butcher bones you've just given those dogs. *%* Wed Nov 26 20:44:33 PST 2003

Although he never used a gun to kill his victims, this could have been one of the experimental works of Ted Bundy. This woman fits the profile of all his other victims -- long brown hair parted down the center -- as identified by the parents of a missing woman in the vicinity. Also, a witness had called in earlier to the police to report a strange man carrying a blanket with legs hanging out of it near the scene of the discovered body. *%* Tue Jul 25 14:00:14 EDT 2000

She is a lone story teller looking for a poem about her mother. *%* Sun Jun 11 00:20:50 EDT 2000

She wears a cool blue jacket. *%* Sun Jun 11 00:23:45 EDT 2000

She is a woman lost in her beginnings. Her hair turns grey at the thought of not remembering her name. *%* Sun Jun 11 00:23:23 EDT 2000

a woman who lived her life , she was sad sometimes happy but not as much , she cried sometimes for love and for death but when it came she cried for life *%* Wed May 10 23:11:29 EDT 2000

She was my daughter. Her name was Anna. We loved her very much. She would never have killed herself, she had children and a family. Whoever is responsible for Anna's murder will pay for what they have done to my baby. *%* Tue Feb 29 16:32:58 EST 2000

a 37 year old physicist, never a hiker, who was driving away in a blind rage from a fight with her fiance, and stopped to relieve herself in the woods. She got disoriented and couldn't find the way back to the car. *%* Wed Feb 23 19:24:25 EST 2000

an old lady *%* Sun May 9 03:55:16 EDT 1999

The developments in DNA will certainly help in answering this question. Have you submitted DNA samples? *%* Sun Mar 7 09:41:53 EST 1999

She is a funny looking, very skinny woman fro someplace near here. *%* Mon Aug 31 16:56:58 CDT 1998

Please, we are desperate for information that might lead us to the identification of this woman. A reward has been offered. *%* Fri Aug 7 07:30:52 CDT 1998>

Disappearance comes in many forms. One can step aside from life. One can step ahead of the times. One can fall victim to negative forces in ones own time. There are many ways to disappear. *%* Fri Jun 19 18:44:54 EDT 1998

No more "I love you's" played on the radio. Long blonde hair - green eyes - playful smile - small frame. The song made her sad in a comfortable way. She had just broken off with Kevin, and though broken hearted, this was what she really wanted. Freedom. The open road. Adventure adhead. *%* Thu Oct 9 21:41:58 EDT 1997

She's a female scientist searching for the truth. *%* Tue Sep 16 07:58:16 EDT 1997

she is a hippy woman from the seventies. She was working in a comune. She die for natural reasons. Their friends decided ( it could happen in counterculture of those years ) to leave her in the field of flowers where she had died. *%* Tue Sep 9 06:17:29 EDT 1997

She was a strong woman, fearless some say, but I think she was afraid; I think she knew just how vulnerable she was making herself when she set out by herself into the woods; but she did it anyway. Perhaps even knowing that someone would follow, someone whose thoughts or behavior or life she had challenged... I don't know her name. But I think you will find that the other woman, the inspector, identified with her, knew what it was like to be alone out there. And that the end -- either alone in the wilderness, or alone elsewhere unsupported by society or community, is disappearance. Ask her and see.. *%* Fri Jul 11 19:30:56 EDT 1997

She is no one *%* Mon Apr 7 05:12:24 CDT 1997

Tears? Her eyes had never shed any. The big blue orbs she gazed upon the world with knew little beyond iron and ice. Her life had taught her never to give in, never to submit, for submitting meant giving up, and she would never do that, NEVER! Amber knew the softness of fur and the tender embrace of love, but never the fear of rejection, or the despair of unrequited love. She took all such to the woods, near the lake, and left them there, never to remeber them again. They did not exist for her. *%* Mon Mar 24 17:40:01 CST 1997

A tall, 5'11", woman, with a zest for life and a yen for wild adventures. She was stocky, strong; obviously having known heavy work in her life; and her bones told the tale of old injuries, including a broken left humerus, that had healed many yeas ago, maybe even when she was a child. Wisps of hair said she was a blond. At one time, she was well taken care of, at least, as the break had been properly set and allowed time to heal. The animals had been her friends. And they had paid her the high complimeant of bringing her back into the circle of life upon her death. The next spring, small foxes and ravens would be born through the genorosity of the gift she gave upon her death. The mystery remained, however. What had been her life? Had she loved? Was she funny or somber? Did she like jazz or punk-rock? *%* Mon Mar 24 17:32:58 CST 1997

Amber had been her name. Tall and strong, she lived her life as she chose, on her terms. No one could ever say they had prevailed upon her to change her. She worked hard, lived hard, and loved it all. Wild and free, she would whip her blond tresses back from her face and let out a musical laugh that none could resist. Friends were few, and scattered all about the country, but kept in touch with religiously. The letters always contained a sprig of some wild flower or plant she'd discovered on her solitary journeys into nature. Ah, Nature. Her home. The animals and plants had always been her solace, starting when she was a child, and needed to get away from her over-bearing father, and her mouse-like mother. She would never be tamed, she vowed, and she never had been. *%* Mon Mar 24 17:37:06 CST 1997

She was a mad woman who lived off the land and was befriended by the same animals that shuffled her bones about. At one point she was a highly educated woman who found the stresses of ridgid office life too much. Becoming very much like the log lady on twin peaks, she talked to the trees. Accidently taken to be a deer, she was eliminated from the human race by a mindless hunter while dashing through the wooded underbrush. *%* Fri Jan 31 12:08:52 CST 1997

Shes a mother to a fiveyearold kid. Shes been attacked by wolfes while taking a walk in the forrest. *%* Wed Jan 15 04:53:10 EST 1997

She was a woman of little means,and even less scruples. *%* Sat Dec 28 01:39:27 EST 1996

skull woman *%* Thu Dec 19 13:20:09 EST 1996

A Swiss Au-Pair girl on her innocent voyage to broaden her horizon *%* Thu Dec 12 09:40:43 EST 1996

someone very much like me *%* Thu Nov 7 16:01:03 EST 1996

She is Dr. Michelle Saint-Romane who worked at Children's Hospital in the summer of 1991 after she found a dead baby in the dumpster in Birmingham, AL. It is also believed that her boyfriend killed her and she abducted from her apartment, The Club Apartments, on Valley Avenue in Homewood, AL. She was from New Orleans. *%* Sat Nov 2 12:13:31 EST 1996

why did you underline is-she is dead *%* Wed Oct 23 22:51:20 EDT 1996 *%* Wed Oct 23 22:52:12 EDT 1996

SHE WAS A RUNAWAY. *%* Fri Oct 18 18:47:42 EDT 1996

She's a dental assistant at the only dentist in town, Dr. Rinaldi. She's seeing the Wilson Elem. School counceler with her 10 year old son, Monte, the school bully. Monte hasn't adapted well to the divorce. After nine years all she got was Monte, Ted the dog, numerous black eyes, cuts and abrasions. She still thought often it was her fault. If only she'd tried a little harder. Harold was a good man, best concrete finisher in Stevens Co., sometimes his temper just got the best of him. And he was a good father. Everyone at the Grange liked Judy, her huckleberry pies always took Blue Ribbon at the fair. *%* Fri Oct 18 23:17:20 EDT 1996

She was young, 35-45 years old. No more than 5"2", probably a litte less. Her clothing was rugged as if she expected to be where she was, for good or for bad. No old breaks evident, no cripplng childhood diseases. Just a hole in the head *%* Fri Oct 18 22:43:15 EDT 1996

She was a single mother of a 10 year old boy. She worked as receptionist at the only dentist office in town, Dr. Rinaldi, who was recently divorced. It was her first job after seperating from her abusive husband. All she got out of nine years was Montie, and Ted the dog. She and Montie were seeing the school counceler, as Montie was more than a bit of a bully for his age. *%* Fri Oct 18 22:40:15 EDT 1996

Caucasion femail, 5-4, brown hair slender *%* Fri Oct 18 17:37:42 EDT 1996

ok, i'll play along... *%* Fri Oct 18 15:56:53 EDT 1996

My great grandmonster's lesbian lover. *%* Fri Oct 18 09:53:17 EDT 1996

Slender girl with wide hips *%* Tue Oct 15 15:58:25 EDT 1996

I don't have a clue. *%* Mon Oct 14 19:01:27 EDT 1996

Some unfortunate woman. *%* Thu Oct 10 15:35:29 EDT 1996

an aveerage height blonde with sicklle cell anemia *%* Mon Sep 16 23:06:43 EDT 1996

she's a hiker.. lost.. was raped by a man.. and killed.. later a wild animal.. found her body.. and consumed part of it.. the rest was left.. *%* Thu Sep 12 21:36:44 EDT 1996

The Real Jane *%* Tue Sep 10 20:00:14 EDT 1996

Emelia Earheart *%* Sun Sep 8 23:52:11 EDT 1996

She was born of the land. Her parents lived through the daily rigors of subsistence farming. *%* Tue Sep 3 20:19:08 CDT 1996

She was not young, but she did not look used up. She was not beautiful, but she held her self well. *%* Tue Sep 3 20:36:03 CDT 1996

A witch from ages before *%* Sat Aug 17 14:39:37 EDT 1996

Amelia was a heavy set woman. Ideally proportioined by 1940's standrads but in the time of skeletal supermodels slightly plump. She had never been quite sure of her place in the world. Relying on the immediat feedback of strangers -- who would sometimes become acquaintances or lovers -- to form her identity. Her most recent identity lay in the construct of the ichthyologist with which as her mother would euphamistically say she had been "spending time." Lately though she had been unsettled after all what was she an intelligent 32 year old doing going from obsession to obsession ones that weren't even hers! What was her obsession? What was the mark she watned to leave? Was she Frida Kahlo? or was she Alci B. Toklas? She had been wandering a lot lately both physically and mentally. From ichthology to The blue rider group to that idealized form of life she had sort of envisioned for herself though she was loath to admit it. *%* Thu Aug 1 17:28:25 EDT 1996

She is a cartoon character *%* Mon Jul 29 18:16:34 EDT 1996

*%* Wed Aug 07 9:58:35 Death always has the last laugh...

Whoever she is, she's older than me and has had better dental hygiene *%* Mon Jul 15 16:49:20 EDT 1996

*%* Fri Aug 2 11:02:21 EDT
Send your name and email address and let me recommend a good dentist. Quick!

the lost uncherished *%* Sat Jul 6 10:51:09 EDT 1996

She was very beautiful when young, with her long hair always a bit out of order and eyes that wouldn't say much unless she wanted to. She was the kind of woman all men would refer to as being beautiful, but never sexy. She was too strange, too distant to be sexy. And it never occured to anyone in that village to ask her for sex. *%* Wed Jun 19 18:55:16 CDT 1996

she was deeply unhappy so when the animals approached she let them come, relieved, and wished for stillness. *%* Wed Jun 19 06:50:44 EDT 1996

A woman, age 25-35, caucasian, medium-set, with excellent teeth. *%* Sat Jun 15 12:32:12 EDT 1996

she was hiking. away by herself to recharge her mental batteries after a 6 month long web course that had drained her dry. her short raven bob was ruffled by the soft cooling breeze wafting in from the west over the swamp. her long strides ate up the miles and carried her, some would say well built frame, she would describe herself as solid, toward the secluded shack she had tagged on the map as her 1st night stopover. *%* Wed Jun 12 06:52:00 EDT 1996

Laura Palmer *%* Wed Jun 5 15:55:54 CDT 1996

*%* Sat June 8 08:40:55 EDT
hmm

She is a female in her thirties. She is missing most of her lower torso so it will be important to find her legs. Where are her legs? It could be anyone but it is clear that she is dead and was shot inthe head. *%* Tue Jun 4 01:11:16 EDT 1996

Hungry I suppose since she ate her legs. *%* Fri May 31 18:54:14 EDT 1996

My dead mother *%* Thu May 23 15:50:29 EDT 1996

*%* Fri May 24 14:18:30 EDT 1996
This means of course that your mother has not received a proper burial. While we're checking the bones available to us to see if indeed they belong to your mother, you may wish to contact a young man, known to us only as " Researcher", who has been quietly documenting the kinds and number of bones to be found in the North Country or Adirondack Park area over the past four years. While many of his findings are the bones of white tailed deer, beaver, mink, muskrat, cats, dogs and, if I remember correctly, bobcat and black bear, human bones have also been found. If you think your mother's remains may be among them, you can query RESEARCHER at 11 Watkins Drive, Parishville, NY 13672. Researcher was last seen in the Parishville area in early fall 1995 but is expected to return with the end of black fly season.

Escaped mental patient *%* Tue May 21 19:48:57 EDT 1996

*%* Wed May 22 21:02:58 EDT 1996
The woods are full of them.

It's my girlfriend!!! *%* Wed May 8 15:58:49 EDT 1996

*%* Thu May 9 8:10:59 EDT 1996 I strongly recommend you see your lawyer. The woman had a bullet hole in her skull!

People always say how they'd like to know someone beyond just skin deep, but when one sees what's truly underneath it doesn't always help. She was a mystery. What personality she had was long since departed through that gaping exit wound. The only answers now would come from the biased perceptions of others. *%* Tue May 7 04:14:01 EDT 1996

*%* Thu May 9 8:02:15 EDT 1996
You are right, of course. And in death she is still a mystery. leaving us for now with only unsubstantiated theories, and the haunting fact of a woman's unexplained disappearance and death.. . Speaking for myself and my colleagues, we are grateful for the many perspectives provided by readers on this case.

She is obviously a medium build individual. However, the findings are inconclusive *%* Tue Apr 30 15:30:28 EDT 1996

she is a small time ex-con who was recently trying to restart her life as a clerk in a local shop. *%* Tue Apr 30 17:46:43 EDT 1996

a wanderer who came in to town and was brought into a love triangle between a pair of lovers. The jealous one of the two decided that she was too much to put up with and killed her. the body was arranged to look like a suicide. *%* Mon Apr 29 02:54:23 EDT 1996

*%* Wed May 1 10:02:06 EDT 1996
Thank you for your reply. It is generally believed that transients -- people unknown in the communities in which they are found -- do make up the bulk of unidentified remains. In your scenario two people did know the deceased. We wonder if you can give us any further information on this situation. Who were the "pair of lovers" and how and where did they dispose of the body?

an elegant, long-legged beauty *%* Fri Apr 19 10:28:33 EDT 1996

*%* Sat Apr 20 12:04:32 EDT
Well that's an imaginative idea given the fact that her leg bones were never recovered...

With long legs and a plain face she seldom got the double take. But talk to her for more than five minutes and you wanted to know her for the rest of your life.

If you were a girl she'd be your new best friend. If you were a guy she'd be the one you didn't want to get away.

But if you knew her for more than a few days you'd know that neither was possible. All that would be left of the encounter was memories; fond or furious depending on how much you gave in the beginning. *%* Tue Apr 16 03:47:57 EDT 1996

*%* Sat Apr 20 12:28:30 EDT
And the memories would fade as well? And she would be, as she is, unsought and unidentied?

she is Lucy, the neandertal. *%* Tue Apr 2 16:23:30 EST 1996

*%* Wed Apr 3 9:30:46 EST 1996
We checked with the museum where Lucy is supposed to reside and they did in fact report a theft in the summer of 1991. We'll look into this one.

*%* Sun Apr 14 15:24:20 EDT 1996
Lucy appears to have been a "progressive" neanderthal. She is believed to have carried a spear and done her share of big game hunting. Typical animals hunted by Lucy would have been wild horses, woolly mammoths, reindeer, and rhinos. Lucy's skull was returned in 1992 to the museum from which it was taken -- sad to say, considerably the worse for wear -- so we must rule her out as a possible answer to our question. Thank you, however, for your intelligent suggestion.

I think she's my granny, who went missing around August 1990. Roxanne Coy-Martin. The old bat went out into the woods near Lake Placid or so I hear. About 5'2... and dumb as a skunk. You think it was her? Arkie*%* Mon Apr 1 12:24:57 EST 1996

*%* Tues April 2 9:30:47 EST 1996
Dear Arkie: Your grandmother's body was found in upstate New York. However at the time it was discovered it was still in relatively good condition. It was shipped back to a location in Harlan County, West Virginia. As neither family claimed the body, it was buried in a pauper's grave. Police said that foul play was suspected. Mrs. Coy-Martin was ostracized from the Coy family for marrying a member of the Martin family. Hostility has long characterized the relationship of these two mountain families as you well know. In an interesting turn of events Coy-Martin was buried on the very day West Virginia legislators met to discuss a promotional campaign to alter West Virginia's image (see The New York Times, March 24, 1996). It is said that the song celebrating this long-standing family feud will soon be banned in the state. The Civil Liberties Union is gearing itself up for yet another court case on free speech.