A week ago was the anniversary of a local tragedy. In 1967, Mary Mamon bludgeoned three of her neighbors, one to death. Loretta Mullery died, her son Donald suffered huge damage, and the Mullery’s thirteen-year-old neighbor, Nancy Markham, suffered life-long damage as well. My mother lived across the field from them. Nancy was her first best friend. My mother was supposed to sleep over at the Markham’s the night before. If she had stayed over as planned, she would have been attacked as well.
Nancy suffered brain damage and a result couldn’t return to school or a normal life. She had to attend the Wood School, for “people with mental retardation and other developmental disabilities, challenging behaviors, emotional disorders, brain injury and neurological disorders.” She loved the Beatles, and her favorite song was Penny Lane.
Patty Mullery, in 7th grade and daughter of the woman killed, discovered the scene coming home from church with fellow classmate and neighbor, Andrew Mealey. When my mom eventually asked him about it, all he said was that there was so much blood. TV shows that depict crime scenes are tame compared. Blood was everywhere.
My mom remembers hearing that Mary Mamon went to the wrong house. Her target was the Markhams. Back then, people had their last initial on their screen doors. In a row were the Mullerys, the Markhams, and the Mealeys. All M’s. She heard that Mary Mamon saw the M and went in, not realizing that there were three M’s.
There’s only one hit on google about this. Some guy who writes about crimes wrote two articles on “The Murderous Mary Mamon.” Turns out she had a hand in the accidental death of a five-year-old back in the 1930s. Somehow she was acquitted.
Not for her final offense. She was convicted, and died in prison.