One brief moment in time…

Everyone on this blog gets a temporary name until someone can provide us with our real names. Philip Doe is as good as any other, although it’s highly unlikely that Philip is my name.

A forensic artist took time to provide the sheriff and medical examiner with an approximate sketch of what I looked like. It depicts a very good looking guy. Ha! That’s me. Where does my story begin? Well, it truly begins many years ago. However, you’ll only learn about a very brief moment in time for me. You’ll learn about the day my body was found.

 You’ve guessed by now that I’m dead, right? Hope so, otherwise you’re really slow on picking up the gist of things.

On Sunday, March 25, 1979, my body was found mummified in a wooded area of the 1200 block of East Hallandale Beach Blvd., in Hallandale, Florida. Florida is where they found me. I was mummified. Now, think on that for a minute! Mummified . . . how often do you hear that term in reference to a dead person that hasn’t been dead for a thousand years or more? Not that often, right? So why was I mummified?

You don’t really expect an answer to that last question, do you? Maybe one day you’ll get an answer, but for now, we have to focus on who the heck I am. Me, remember that dead guy who was mummified? I’m the only thing you need to focus on right now. Who am I?

They can tell you that I’m a Caucasian male, thirty to forty five years old, who stood around 5' 9" and had long (4 to 5 inches) brown hair with a touch of gray. I wore . . . well the day they found me, I was wearing a yellow sport shirt, olive green pants, a brown leather belt with a blue/red faced Indian Horseman buckle. Now if those were my clothes, that belt buckle might be the closest thing you have to trying to figure out who I am.

One brief moment in time is all that you’ll learn about me today. From there you have to try and figure out who I am. If you can track that buckle back to me or to a family missing a loved one -- you might just be able to identify me. So while the mummified information is interesting, focus on what might get you back to my identity. Focus on figuring out who I am.

If you have any information about this man, please contact:

Broward County Medical Examiner

5301 SW 31^st Ave

Fort Lauderdale, FL 33312

954-357-5200

View his profile data here: Broward Florida  John Doe March 1979

Jay Sean – Do you remember?

Where were you on June 26, 1972? It was just another day for you. Do you remember?

On June 26, 1972, I was on I-40 west, Clinton, Oklahoma. It is speculated that I was either walking or hitchhiking down that interstate. Then some crazy fool hit me. I flew six feet off the shoulder.

How was that day for you? Was it just a regular day for you? Did you go to school, work, or just hang out with friends? Not me, I died that day.

Let’s bring it back. They don’t know who I am. So today I remain unidentified. I never got to say goodbye to my family. They never got to learn what happened to me.

What they did learn about me came from forensics and personal items I had with me. I was a Caucasian male, 16 to 20 years old, who stood 5'9" and weighed 140 lbs. My eyes were hazel and my shoulder-length hair was brown. I was unshaven. And I was circumcised.

It’s been so long since 1972. Do you remember what you were wearing? On that day in June 1972, I was wearing a blue knit shirt, blue jeans, a brown belt with a “Captains” belt buckle, and brown leather boots. Also I was wearing a denim blue armband and a white gold ring with TC968 engraved inside. Maybe that denim blue armband or ring inscription might help someone remember who I am.

Turns out I had a few interesting items with me, well other than my ID of course. I smoked because I had a box of Marlboro cigarettes. I also had a blue mimeo bond sheet with hand-ruled lines, listing dates 06/16–06/30 plus the words Mollincrodt or Mellincrodt were written on the sheet. Some sleuths out there say that this type of paper meant I most likely had a connection to an office or business of some type, and those dates might have been a work schedule.

It would be nice if someone out there recognized that picture they drew of me or maybe that business name written on that sheet of paper, anything that might lead them to who I was. It sure would be nice to be identified. If it’s all right with you, then it’s all right with me -- do you remember?

If you remember, please contact:

Oklahoma Chief Medical Examiner’s Office

901 N. Stonewall
Oklahoma City, OK 73117

405-239-7141

405-239-2430 Fax

View his profile data here: Custer Oklahoma John Doe June 1972

Do you know who I am? That’s all I ask.

It is very possible that I was not from Santa Ana, California, but rather just passing through. It is also possible I just arrived. Could I have been here only to visit family? Or maybe I was here to find work. There are many different reasons why I could have been in Santa Ana, California.

I guess I should start at the beginning, well the beginning for you, anyway. On September 4, 1988, I was at the corner of Myrtle and Bristol in Santa Ana, California. It was evening, around 8:45 p.m. A gunshot rang out . . . man down, man down. Yeah, I wish this was a TV show I was telling you about, but it wasn’t. That gunshot that rang out hit me right in the chest. The police were called. I was transported to Western Medical Center. At 10:00 p.m., I was pronounced dead.

Here’s the tricky part. I had no identification. I couldn’t tell them my name. All the authorities had was my physical description: Hispanic male, thirty to forty-five years old, 5’5”, and 140 lbs., with brown eyes and short, bushy brown hair. I was uncircumcised, and my blood type was B+. I was missing some teeth, and the condition of the remaining teeth suggested third world dental work. They took my fingerprints and my DNA.

A few days later, the police told the media that it was not gang related. The police continued to investigate. These events took place 25 years ago. No new information came forward. Today I remain unidentified.

Do you know who I am? If I had been illegal, and that’s the only reason you didn’t come forward, please consider giving an anonymous tip. Just tell them who I am. If there was another reason put that aside, and just give them by name. That’s all I ask. Do you know who I am?

Contact Information: 

Orange County Coroner

1071 W. Santa Ana Blvd., Santa Ana, CA, 92703

(714) 647-7400

Case #88-04645-AK

View His Profile Data Here: Orange California John DoeSeptember 1988

The Disco Age and the Sandy Hook Bay

Platform shoes and knee-high acrylic socks were the rage. Nightclubs, loud music, gin fizzes, piña coladas, loud clothes, and dancing all night long--yep, those were the days. Those were the disco days.

Then disco died and so did I. When it came to disco, they never looked back. When it came to me, well, it took a long time for them to find me. They finally did, find me that is.

Residents in Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey set out in December 1988 to clear a parcel of land alongside the Sandy Hook Bay for a bicycle path. One of the volunteers thought he was reaching down to clear a plastic ball when he soon discovered it was my skull. The authorities were called.

United together, one local police department, two state police agencies, three medical examiners’ offices, one prosecutor’s office, and public works set out to find the rest of my remains. They successfully recovered 85% of me after doing a complete grid search of the area.

I may have died earlier than 1980, possibly during the disco rage in the mid-1970s. They don’t know for certain. Here comes the hardest part--they don’t know my name.

My profile data says I could have been anywhere from 15 to 18 years old, possibly up to 30 years old. I stood 5 feet tall, but possibly up to 5 feet and 3 inches. I might have weighed 100 pounds, but possibly up to 120 pounds. I was wearing brown platform sandals, knee-high acrylic socks, and a long sleeved grey-and-red nylon laced top.

The good news is that they have my DNA and my dental records for comparison. If you know who I am, or think you know who I am, the authorities can review the dental records or do a DNA comparison to a family member.

If anyone out there knows who I am, please call and tell them who I am!

Contact information:

New Jersey State Police

800-709-7090

Case #537234-88

Atlantic Highlands Police Department

732-291-1212

NIC #U337246242

View Her Profile Data:  Monmouth New Jersey Jane Doe December 1988

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Buried Without My Name

On December 7, 2011, the city of Waupun, Wisconsin, did a beautiful thing. They held a memorial service for a young girl that none of them had ever met. Everything was either donated (the flowers, marker, and wreath) or paid for by the county (burial costs, casket, and vault). Several dozen people were there to honor and remember her and some of them brought flowers too. They had tried so hard to find out who the girl was before her burial--but three years of searching and researching produced no results. Finally, the only thing they could do for the poor girl was bury and memorialize her, even though the search for answers would go on.

That girl was me. On November 23, 2008, some hunters found my body immersed in a frozen creek in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin. The deputies have followed through on more than 200 leads and turned to entomologists, forensic anthropologists, dentists, and the general public for help. A few leads looked especially promising, but none of them panned out. Waupun, Wisconsin, sort of adopted me as one of their own, and I'm grateful for that-- truly I am--but my last wish is to be buried wherever my real home is with a marker that bears my real name. Maybe you can help!

So, who was I? Well, this blogger has chosen to call me Sarah Doe. I was between 15 and 21 years old, possibly Caucasian, but tests indicate I may have also been Asian, Native American, or Hispanic. My hair was either light brown or dark blonde and between 12 and 14 inches long. I stood about 5'1", give or take an inch or two, and they estimate I weighed between 110 and 135 pounds. I guess it's hard to tell when you're ‘partially decomposed.’ I was also either knock-kneed or pigeon-toed. I was wearing light-colored blue jeans (Angels brand) and a black shirt with pink trim that included a pink bow tied around the back of my waist.

Please look at my forensic reconstruction and the picture of my shirt to see if I might be familiar to you--and then pass them along to everyone you know! Someone out there somewhere must know me! Maybe I went to school with you...or with your children. Maybe I was your babysitter...or even your friend. Please help me to finally go home and rest in the peace that I deserve!

If you recognize this woman or have any information, please contact:

Fond Du Lac Medical Examiner’s Office (920) 929-3366 Case# 08-15891

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE:  Fond Du Lac Wisconsin Jane Doe November 2008