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In June 1985, Theresa Cross Knorr dumped her daughter Sheila’s body in California’s desolate High Sierra. She had beaten Sheila unconscious in their Sacramento apartment days earlier, then locked her in a closet to die. But this wasn’t the first horrific crime she’d committed against her own children.
The previous summer, Knorr had shot Sheila’s sister Suesan, then ordered her son to dig the bullet out of the girl’s back with a knife to hide the evidence. The infection that resulted led to delirium—at which point Knorr and her two sons drove Suesan into the mountains, doused her with gasoline, and set her on fire.
It would be almost a decade before her youngest daughter, Terry Knorr Graves, revealed her mother’s history of unfathomable violence. At first, she was met with disbelief by law enforcement and even her own therapist. But eventually, the truth about her monstrous abuse emerged—and here, an award-winning journalist details the jealousy, rage, and domineering behavior that escalated into homicide and shattered a family.
A former reporter for the New York Times and Los AngelesTimes and the author of true-crime classics including Angel of Darkness, about serial killer Randy Kroft, and Blood Cold, about Robert Blake and Bonny Lee Bakley, Dennis McDougal reveals the shocking depths of depravity behind a case that made headlines across the nation.
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| ISBN-13: | 9781504023139 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Open Road Media |
| Publication date: | 07/01/2015 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 294 |
| Sales rank: | 416,778 |
| File size: | 4 MB |
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Mother's Day
By Dennis McDougal
OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA
Copyright © 1995 Dennis McDougalAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5040-2313-9
CHAPTER 1
As the crow flies, Rio Linda is a hundred miles due west of the Donner Pass. But it might just as well be the distance from the earth to the moon.
Rio Linda means "beautiful river" in Spanish, but the central California town where Theresa Jimmie Francine Cross grew up and passed through her hard-edged adolescence in the 1950s and early sixties contradicts its own name. Rio Linda is flat, dusty, cold in the winter, and infernally hot in the summer. Then and now, Rio Linda was anything but beautiful and the closest river was the muddy Sacramento, more than a dozen miles to the west. The nearest thing Rio Linda has to a river is Dry Creek, which much of the year runs through the south side of town like a dusty scar.
The town where bright-eyed young Theresa Cross settled with her father, mother, and older sister, Rosemary, in 1953 was a hardscrabble matrix of weed lawns, chicken farms, beer bars, and pickup trucks loaded with restless teens who blared country tunes and early Elvis over the radio as they drove back and forth, from one side of the rawboned settlement to the other. It was the kind of town where the American Legion hall was the center of social life and extended families lived their whole lives in mobile homes that were going nowhere.
"It was a pretty dull place," said Mrs. Esther Davis, whose own family, the Hafners, grew up next door to the Cross family. "There was not much going on and not much to go home to. I left forty years ago, and the only reason I'd ever go back after I left was to visit my mom."
Rio Linda has barely changed in the forty years since James and Swannie Gay Cross first moved in next door to Esther and her family at 820 Oak Lane. Today, despite a new layer of stucco dwellings and a general upgrade in lifestyle and literacy, Rio Linda has achieved a dubious notoriety as the butt of radio reactionary Rush Limbaugh's jokes about making his arguments simple enough for rednecks to understand in Rio Linda. To populist intellectuals and critics like Limbaugh, Rio Linda seems to represent a cross between Erskine Caldwell's Tobacco Road and the inbred backwoods of James Dickey's Deliverance.
That's how it was when eight-year-old Theresa Cross became a citizen of Rio Linda, too. Like her mother, father, and older sister, Rosemary, little Theresa found that people kept to themselves and tried not to mind other people's business ... at least, not so that anyone would notice.
"Their mom was a very friendly person — a little on the heavy side, but neighborly," recalled Larry Hafner, Esther Davis's younger brother. The Cross home seemed tolerable enough, he remembered. Nobody was rude to visitors or behaved in an unfriendly manner. But the simple home and its four inhabitants rarely radiated much in the way of familial warmth either.
"It never seemed like a happy time at Rosemary's house," recalled Heike McGinnis, Rosemary's best friend throughout high school. "It was never really fun to go over to visit the way it was with my other friends."
In fact, Rosemary Cross always seemed eager to leave as soon as possible. She'd grab Heike by the arm and hustle her out the door rather than sit around the front room, making small talk with the Crosses.
Some remember the Cross family differently.
"I don't remember anything but pleasantness about the family," said Charlotte Harvey, a childhood playmate of both Cross girls.
The house itself was a little scary, however.
"One of the people that had owned it before Theresa moved in had hanged himself on the back porch," Harvey recalled. "So it was always kind of eerie, walking through that part of the house, like this ghost was still there."
Mrs. Cross could be a bit spooky, too. Theresa would later tell her own children about Swannie Gay's card readings and how she would predict the future. For Theresa, she predicted six children: three boys and three girls. She also predicted that one of the girls would bring Theresa grief.
Mr. Cross was three years older than his wife. Colder and more stern than Swannie Gay, he nevertheless seemed to defer to her when it came to running the household and taking care of the children. Mrs. Cross was the heart of the family, and she believed in being strict and tidy, though she was not much of a housekeeper herself. She had daughters to do the cleaning. She expected them to do their share around the house and more. When her girls loitered and came home late from school, there was a paddling waiting for them at the back porch.
"She was a lady who apparently came up the hard way, was a hard worker, and thought her children should be the same way," said Noreen Harvey, Charlotte's mother and a neighbor of the Cross family when they lived on Oak Lane. "She did say to me one time, 'Both of the girls have got to learn to work!'"
Heike McGinnis remembers Mrs. Cross behind the wheel of a car more readily than she remembers her laboring over a hot stove. Mrs. Cross was the one who carted the girls around before Rosemary got her driver's license, and Heike remembers that a trip with Swannie Gay was a wild ride at the very least.
"She was a crazy driver," she said. "She'd speed up and then hit the brakes, speed and hit the brakes."
When Charlotte wanted to play, she had to go to the Cross home because Mrs. Cross never allowed Theresa and Rosemary to leave their own yard. Charlotte would go to the fence that separated her own parents' property from the Cross's and screech a high-pitched secret signal that she and Theresa used to call each other. Then the girls would rendezvous by the swing set, between the house and the barn.
"I can remember being in their house on a Sunday and listening to the radio, back when there was still radio programs on," said Charlotte. "I heard an episode of Nick Carter and it was about somebody being murdered with a poison dart when they were on the telephone. For a long time after that, I remember not wanting to pick up the phone."
When their infrequent visitors dropped by, Mrs. Cross was the hostess while Mr. Cross remained somewhere in the back of the house. To the neighborhood children, Mr. Cross seemed like a more sinister version of the mute American Gothic farmer of Grant Wood's famous Depression-era portrait of Midwestern America. James Cross was a hardworking man who drove a milk truck to the dairy where he labored each day and never did say much to the neighbors. Even on weekends, when he wasn't at work, he wasn't especially talkative.
"It seems to me like they had a cow that Mr. Cross used to lead around so he could feel like he was doing something when he watched his wife working outside," said Esther Davis.
Like Esther, Larry Hafner remembers the Crosses as a quiet, easygoing family who kept up their modest two-bedroom home and did a little small-time farming on their own half acre to make ends meet. Mrs. Cross was honest, ebullient, and generous. When she canned or baked, she shared with the neighbors.
"I remember one time Mrs. Cross brought an apple pie over to the house and it was terrible — just terrible," said Larry. "But my mother would never say anything bad about it. Mrs. Cross came over the next day and asked, 'How was that pie?' And my mother told her it was wonderful. 'You're a liar,' she said. That set my mother back on her heels because she thought Mrs. Cross was being serious. Then she laughed out loud and told my mother she forgot to put sugar in the recipe."
Actually, Mrs. Cross avoided putting sugar into anything. Her doctor warned her years earlier that her weight had been affecting her heart and she had taken to sweetening everything with saccharine, except when she forgot.
"I was only eight or nine at the time, but I can remember Theresa's mother using saccharine in the Kool-Aid because she had heart trouble and how awful the Kool-Aid was because the saccharine left a very bitter taste," said Charlotte Harvey.
Rosemary and Theresa were the only other girls on the block and quickly became Charlotte's best friends. Though she was three months older than Rosemary, and nearly three years older than Theresa, it was the younger of the Cross girls that Harvey became closest to.
"She was a sweet little girl," said Harvey.
She frowned, reflecting on what Theresa's life would become years later.
"I can't imagine what went wrong."
James Cross had been a confirmed bachelor until he met Swannie Gay in the early 1940s, but it was Mrs. Cross's second marriage. The Tennessee-born housewife had given birth to two other children during her previous marriage, to a Kentucky railroad engineer named Harry Tapp. When he lost his eyesight in a boiler explosion on the railroad in the mid-1930s, Tapp and his family became tenant farmers. He refused to accept charity, and they scratched out a living until his death in 1939.
His widow was not too proud to take welfare, however. With what little she got from the state, Swannie moved from the farm closer to the city. She and her son, William Hart Tapp, and daughter, Clara, moved into a converted chicken coop in Broderick, northwest of Sacramento. Then she began looking for a new husband.
Swannie Gay Tapp was getting a little old to start another family, but when she met a confirmed bachelor who wanted to have a son to carry on his family name, she agreed. By the time she and Jim Cross drove to Reno to get married on July 11, 1942, Swannie was thirty-four. He was thirty-seven.
Jim Cross was a good catch. He was too old to be drafted during World War II, but he had studied at the California Agricultural College at Davis and had a steady job. He was an assistant cheesemaker at Sacramento's Golden State Dairy, which billed itself as the home of "dependable dairy products."
For the first few years of their marriage the Crosses and Swannie's two children bounced around from one rented home to another. By 1944, the Crosses had moved to a two-bedroom house on Sacramento's rural southeast side and Swannie gave birth to Jim's first child: Rosemary Cross. Two years later they bought a small house in the Del Paso Heights neighborhood north of downtown Sacramento. There, Theresa was born in 1946.
Clara Tapp became surrogate mother to her two half sisters, caring for them while Swannie worked. Sometimes she was forced to stay home from school for weeks at a time. Clara also worked as a waitress and a short-order cook, from age fourteen until she graduated from high school. Jim Cross demanded sixty dollars a month from her for room and board, a stiff sum in those days.
"My stepdad was out for every dime he could get. If he knew I got tips, he'd a took those, too. But he didn't know it and I didn't tell him," Clara recalled, adding with undisguised contempt, "He was a lovely person."
Her older brother, Bill, paid no such tribute to stay under the Cross's roof. He had been in trouble constantly from the moment Swannie and Jim were first married, but he was a male. Both Crosses placed a far higher premium on sons than they did on daughters.
Clara tells the story of how she was so unimportant that she didn't even officially have a name until she was an adult. She made the discovery when she had to furnish her employer with a birth certificate. While William Hart Tapp's identity was clearly typed across his birth certificate, Clara found that she had only been identified on hers as "Baby Tapp." Her mother had never bothered to name her legally until an indignant twenty-year-old Clara went to her and demanded that she sign the papers necessary to grant her a full name on her birth certificate.
Jim Cross was so disappointed that he had fathered only girls that he considered adopting Bill as his own. As the only son growing up in the Cross household, Bill Tapp — or Hart, as his mother liked to call him — was constantly forgiven his failings. When he was caught taking things that did not belong to him, which was often, Jim scolded him and Swannie made excuses for him. Even after he became a teenager and graduated to burglarizing neighbors' houses, breaking into cars, or shoplifting from nearby stores, Swannie would passionately defend him to those outside the family while privately upbraiding Hart for breaking the law.
William Hart Tapp was a smooth, handsome young man whose easygoing manner and good looks masked a deeper character flaw. Put simply, he was a con artist, even as a youngster. His mother's excuses were never viewed as second chances. Bill interpreted the lack of consequences for his thievery as a license to remain irresponsible. Jim Cross was a devout Roman Catholic who had made Swannie convert from her Presbyterian faith when they were married. When Bill began getting into trouble, Cross tried to get the boy to make amends at confession and Mass. But Bill always slipped back into the kinds of activities that called for easy money.
He had a similar predilection for easy women. The same year Theresa was born, Bill turned eighteen and came close to being charged with statutory rape after he drove a fifteen-year-old girlfriend to Reno, lied about her age, and married her so that he could get her into bed. The girl's parents had the marriage annulled, but Jim Cross had had enough. He encouraged Bill to join the navy and get away from his hometown, where his name had become synonymous with loose morals and petty crime. Maybe the military would do the boy some good.
By then, the war was over and life was better all the way around. Jim had been promoted to foreman at Golden State, which subsequently changed its name to Foremost Dairy. Jim took to calling himself "cheesemaker" instead of "pasteurizer." It sounded better, though it didn't increase his salary. Swannie had also found a job, with Essex Lumber Company, operating a machine that made pencils.
Bill returned home early from the navy, discharged for stealing, according to Clara. He didn't remain back in Sacramento long, though. Somehow, he managed to talk his way into the army and was gone again, though not for long. Once again, Bill was discharged early. Again, he was bounced for stealing, according to his sister.
Bill lived off and on with the Crosses until he got married, moved away, and fathered three sons. Rosemary and Theresa didn't often see their older brother as they were growing up. In fact, the next time Jim, Swannie, or any of his sisters heard much about him at all, Bill was divorced and in jail — a place where he spent much of the remainder of his life.
But the rest of Swannie Gay's family prospered. The Crosses were finally doing well enough in the early 1950s to sell their first home and buy a bigger house on a half acre in Rio Linda. Clara married and left home in 1950, but she would often return to baby-sit her two younger sisters for her mother.
Even then, while the girls were still small, Clara saw a marked difference between Rosemary and Theresa. Rosemary was big and stocky, like her mother. Like Clara before her, Rosemary was the family workhorse: a "Cinderella" who did all the work and got minimal appreciation. Theresa was puny: a thin wisp of a child, clear through puberty. She was also the favorite daughter, receiving the same kind of indulgences her brother Bill had been so often granted. Swannie doted on her at the same time that she was haranguing Rosemary.
The Cross family's good life in Rio Linda crumbled by the end of the 1950s. The Crosses hadn't lived at the Oak Lane address for too many years before the first of several disasters struck. First, Jim Cross became disabled: stricken with Parkinson's disease, he could no longer work and, following an unsuccessful brain surgery, had to retire early from the dairy. The crippling nervous disorder that brings on a terrible, uncontrollable, and irreversible trembling to head, hands, and body dealt a devastating blow to the Crosses. The family began to fall on hard times. The more his health deteriorated, the more angry and frustrated James Cross became. The Hafners came to believe years later that he may well have been taking out that anger on his wife and daughters behind closed doors.
"I want to stress this: Mrs. Cross and those two girls were mighty fine people," said neighbor Howard Hafner. "There was no indication of any potential for anything going wrong whatsoever."
(Continues...)
Excerpted from Mother's Day by Dennis McDougal. Copyright © 1995 Dennis McDougal. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
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