Can you even begin to imagine how you would feel if your
son shot five innocent little girls and injured permanently five others, then
shot himself? Recently, I read a newspaper article about the mother of the man
who tied up ten little girls inside an Amish schoolhouse in Pennsylvania
several years ago, shot to death five of them, and wounded five others. This
woman goes once a week to the home of one of those girls to bathe her, feed her
through a tube, sing to her, and read to her. Despite the agony, she has found
a way to forgive her son. Along with members of the Amish community, she has
moved beyond the horror and grief to a place of peace and forgiveness. Her other
son is making a documentary film about her “journey from heartbroken mother in
inspirational speaker.” He wants to make sure the subject does not become “one
of those dark family secrets that nobody talks about.”[1]
Reading this story evoked thoughts of Aunt Mandy's daughter, Geneva, and her killer, James
Lammers. What if I were James Lammers’ mother? Could I forgive him for
murdering my grandchildren and my daughter-in-law? For hurting me so deeply? My
hunch is that if his family forgave
him, it didn’t happen very soon. One of the newspaper articles noted that the
last time his parents and his brother visited him in prison was in May 1951,
eight months before he was executed. Did his deed become a “dark family secret”
that no one mentioned?
If I were Geneva’s mother, her siblings, her aunts, uncles,
and cousins, could I forgive him? When it happened, I was too young to
remember, and in later years, I never took the time to talk to my father or my
aunts and uncles about it. My father showed me the magazine that told the
story, but I don’t recall any malice from him toward James Lammers, only
sadness.
When I began to investigate this story, my aim was to learn
more about Geneva and her children and to memorialize them, but I didn’t know
the names of the children. I created a memorial to Geneva on Find A Grave web
site. Then a volunteer added a photo of Geneva’s tombstone, which did not name
the children. What were their names? Fortunately, the newspaper articles named
them, so I created memorials for them, too. Later while searching the Internet,
I found the story of James Lammers’ execution. It included the name of the
cemetery where James was buried, so I created a memorial for him, too, linked in my previous blog. Another
volunteer added a photo of his tombstone showing bright red flowers on his
grave. Who had placed the flowers?
Unfortunately, when someone is murdered, the killer gets
all the media attention for months, even years afterward. His name becomes
notorious while the names of the victims are nearly forgotten. Geneva,
Laura,
Melva,
LaVerne
and a little one unborn must be cherished in the family’s memory. Hopefully, forgiveness
can be offered their killer.
[1] Michael
Rubinkam, “Amish School Shooter’s Family Seeks Healing,” The [Anderson, Indiana] Herald Bulletin, 10 December 2013, p. C2,
col. 1-6.