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Remembering God’s ‘peculiar mercies’ at Christmastime

With Christmas just around the corner, I am reminded of the very personal ways in which God has acted in my life over this past year. Remembering these actions, I have discovered, helps me to appreciate afresh His most personal action of all: God sending His Son, Jesus Christ, to redeem a sinful and fallen world through His sacrificial death on the Cross.

The Creator of the Universe wrapping Himself in flesh and coming down to earth as a vulnerable infant, to straighten out the mess we created for ourselves. It’s such a mind-blowing concept, I can barely begin to wrap my mind around it. But when I see God acting in the details of my life, who He is and what He has done – and continues to do – for me becomes that much more personal, that much more accessible to me. Continue reading

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Lost Words: the holiday edition

Looking to spice up your holiday vocabulary? Try out these gems from the Compendium of Lost Words, courtesy of one of my favorite language resources, The Phrontistery. Though these words exited everyday use centuries ago, they have a certain flair and specificity that more common words are simply unable to express. Continue reading

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Tete-a-tete: Change comes from within – sometimes, literally

Most people want to make a positive impact on the world, and everyone goes about it in different ways: donating to charities, volunteering at soup kitchens, writing letters to their representatives in the government.

Younger Sister recently brought to my attention a method I believe very few have tried: vomiting. She has only been this sick three times in her life, but every single time, she has used her illness as an agent of positive change, albeit unintentionally.

The first occurrence was when Younger Sister was quite young – she and Youngest Brother were still sharing a room. They had graduated from cribs to bunk beds, with the lower bunk positioned beneath the upper one so that, from above, they formed a backwards capital L.

Younger Sister had the upper bunk, Youngest Brother the lower, an arrangement that worked just fine until Younger Sister came down with a stomach bug.

Mom and Dad were woken up by Youngest Brother’s impassioned cries for help, as the angle of Younger Sister’s trajectory had rendered him a prisoner in the lower bunk – trapped, if you will, behind a rather unpleasant waterfall.

This little incident hastened our parents’ decision to separate the bunk beds so that my youngest siblings’ sleeping spaces no longer overlapped. The new arrangement was considered a positive change by everyone involved – Mom and Dad because Younger Sister and Youngest Brother could no longer talk as easily and thus fell asleep more quickly, and Younger Sister and Youngest Brother for more obvious reasons.

The second occasion came when Younger Sister was in elementary school and suffered an upset stomach during the school day. Younger Sister’s emesis (that’s the medical term for vomiting) commenced in the classroom and continued as her teacher escorted her to the nurse’s office.

At that time, unfortunately, the only way to access the nurse’s office was to walk through the front office, which housed the administrative staff and served as a waiting room for visitors.

After Younger Sister staggered through, leaving a trail behind her, a separate hallway entrance was quickly added to the nurse’s office.

There was no need to wait and bring the project up at the school district meeting and have the town vote on it. One sick child was all it took to convince those in charge that this would be a positive – and much-needed – change.

The third occurrence took place just a few weeks ago. Younger Sister hadn’t been feeling well, but she decided to tough it out and go to school, since it was almost the end of the week. She started to feel queasy during lunch, however, and tried to get out of the cafeteria to the bathroom.

Younger Sister navigated the crowded cafeteria briskly, throwing elbows as needed in order to make her exit in time. One upperclassman was in no hurry to let her pass, and she asked him to move in the refreshingly straightforward fashion that is so characteristic of Younger Sister.

“Get out of my way.”

The upperclassman gave her a disdainful look and informed her, essentially, that he would not get out of her way because she was a freshman and she was copping an attitude.

Younger Sister has never been one to mince words: “I’m gonna puke.”

The upperclassman cleared the area with impressive speed. Unfortunately, this delay had increased Younger Sister’s sense of urgency and the upperclassman had unintentionally stepped in front of the nearest trashcan, causing her emesis to take place on the floor nearby.

The rigid hierarchy that often characterizes high school society has caused many a student lament over the years. Change, however, begins with the individual. And after Younger Sister expressed her individuality so close to the feet of that upperclassman, I believe that makes one individual who will be less likely to give fast-moving freshmen a hard time in the future.

Though careful planning is generally a key element in bringing about lasting change, as Younger Sister has demonstrated, sometimes the best way to have an immediate impact on your surroundings is to simply let loose.

The results may just be more than you expect.

– Teresa Santoski

www.teresasantoski.com

Originally published Dec. 5, 2013.

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When authors love their characters

One of the most interesting things I learned as an English major probably was not what that professor hoped I would take away from his class. We were discussing Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “The Scarlet Letter” – considered an important work of fiction, especially if you’re enrolled in a women’s college in Massachusetts – and the professor asked us this thought-provoking question:

“Whose side do you think Hawthorne is on? Which character has the author’s empathy?” Continue reading

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Tete-a-tete: Car games: from punch-buggy to punching cell phone buttons

To pass the time on a lengthy road trip, car games were once de rigueur. When Oldest Younger Brother and I were growing up and had the backseat to ourselves, we would often play I Spy to while away the long hours until we arrived at our grandparents’ in Pennsylvania.

In one particularly memorable version of the game, we kept track of all the roadkill and abandoned furniture we saw along the highway, recording our findings with pencil and notebook. From time to time, Dad would graciously dispense his peculiar brand of wisdom and clarify whether an unfortunate street pizza was a squirrel or a possum.

For better or worse, technology, from DVD players to cell phones, has largely taken the place of games like these when it comes to keeping passengers peacefully occupied.

That doesn’t mean, however, that all the creativity has gone out of in-vehicle entertainment. In fact, as Younger Sister can attest, technology has raised the bar for car game ingenuity.

The mayhem began when Younger Sister, who was traveling to our destination in another car, texted Youngest Brother and told him she was bored. She asked him to hand his phone to one of his friends and have the friend text her, and she would try to figure out who it was.

In addition to Youngest Brother and his three friends, the van contained Mom, Dad and me. The seven of us couldn’t resist the challenge to stump Younger Sister, so we pooled our brain power to come up with a strategy.

Friend #1 got the first hand-off, and Mom instructed him to text “Hi, sweetie” – a typical message from Mom to Younger Sister. While he set that up, I composed a message to Younger Sister on Mom’s cell phone. We sent them at the exact same time.

Younger Sister guessed that Friend #1 was Mom, and he gleefully texted back that she was incorrect.

“Correct her spelling,” Mom suggested. “I do that to her a lot, too.”

Friend #1 did so and promptly handed Youngest Brother’s phone to Friend #2, who began composing a text using language designed to make Younger Sister think he was Friend #1. The message has since been deleted, but it was somewhere along the lines of, “Don’t give me none of your sass, Honey Boo-Boo child.”

Younger Sister guessed that Friend #2 was Friend #1, then hazarded another guess that Friend #2 was indeed Friend #2. Friend #2 quickly passed Youngest Brother’s phone to Friend #3, whom Younger Sister guessed rather speedily due to process of elimination.

All the while, I was still texting Younger Sister from Mom’s phone, just to add to her confusion. Because that’s what big sisters do – they help.

In between our group texts to Younger Sister, Youngest Brother would periodically take his phone back to text Friend of Younger Sister, who was also in the other car. Youngest Brother and Friend of Younger Sister’s exchange had to do with – quite logically, I’m sure – which one of them was better friends with martial artist/action hero Chuck Norris.

Naturally, the rest of us couldn’t resist weighing in on this conversation as well. So when Friend of Younger Sister bragged that Chuck Norris made her sandwiches, we pooled our intellects to formulate the perfect one-upper:

“Chuck Norris makes me sandwiches, too, but he sticks little American flags in them and cuts the crusts off for me.”

Friend of Younger Sister acknowledged that she couldn’t top that statement.

“Of course she can,” Friend #2 chimed in. “Tell her she can top it with sprinkles.”

Youngest Brother did so, and Friend of Younger Sister admitted total defeat.

If, as the saying goes, two heads are better than one, then seven heads are even better. Cell phone-based entertainment is sometimes considered mindless, but that all depends on the context in which you use it. I look forward to our next opportunity to confuse Younger Sister – I mean, employ our collective creativity through the filter of technology.

This is not to say, however, that we’ve completely abandoned the old-fashioned car games. We still count the roadkill from time to time, just for nostalgia’s sake.

– Teresa Santoski

www.teresasantoski.com

Originally published Nov. 7, 2013.

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Tete-a-tete: I mustache you a question about costume practicality

Today is Halloween, the one day of the year on which children and adults alike can wear costumes in public without (for the most part) drawing confused stares from passers-by. For those of us who wish these occasions came up more often, however, there is a haven: the Renaissance faire.

Each year, my family and a band of fellow enthusiasts make the trek down to King Richard’s Faire in Carver, Mass., for just this purpose – to dress up and enjoy ourselves.

We aren’t nearly at the level of the majority of attendees – there is no corsetry or historically accurate armor involved – but we do get quite creative with our attire. This is largely due to Mom’s cedar closet, which is a cross between Mary Poppins’ carpet bag and the magical wardrobe that leads into Narnia.

Inside the cedar closet, you’ll find everything from an opera cloak edged in ostrich feathers to a deerstalker hat that would make Sherlock Holmes envious. Mom generously shares her eclectic collection of vintage items and costume pieces amongst our merry contingent to enhance what everyone has already put together.

Mom’s influence has emboldened my youngest siblings and their friends to take a rather visionary approach to their Renaissance faire ensembles. This year, for example, 16-year-old Youngest Brother and his buddies decided to incorporate fake facial hair into their outfits.

They bought a six-pack of assorted mustaches and beards from a party supply store and distributed them among the four of them. One of the young men selected a mustache that made him look like Inigo Montoya from “The Princess Bride.”

I told him as much, but regrettably, he had never seen the movie. I added “The Princess Bride” to my mental list of Movies Youngest Brother and His Friends Must Watch so I Can Make Culturally Relevant Statements and resisted the urge to warn Youngest Brother’s friend about the six-fingered man.

On the day we attended, King Richard’s Faire actually held a special beard and mustache contest, complete with prizes. I encouraged Youngest Brother and his friends to enter, but Youngest Brother felt uncomfortable subjecting his artificial handlebar to close scrutiny, especially since the mustache’s original adhesive had worn off and he had stuck it to his upper lip with duct tape.

As you may imagine, Youngest Brother’s mustache soon became more of an annoyance than an accessory. He was forced to concede that the duct tape had been a mistake and relegated the mustache to his pocket.

Younger Sister and her friends decided against the fake facial hair trend and invested in masks instead – the type you might find at a masquerade ball that cover only the space around the wearer’s eyes. Now that I come to think of it, though, these masks could actually be considered “eye mustaches,” in that they lend a certain charisma and air of mystery to their wearers.

Unlike the fake facial hair, however, the masks didn’t need to be stuck on with duct tape, and the girls were able to wear them comfortably for the duration of the faire.

I wish I could say I followed their sensible example, but my choice of accessory for the day was more in keeping with the boys’ in terms of impracticality.

One of the best places to find things to wear to a Renaissance faire is, of course, at a Renaissance faire. When we attended the Sterling (N.Y.) Renaissance Festival a few years ago, I fell in love with and purchased an extraordinary necklace consisting of the lock from an antique desk surrounded by peacock feathers. As a writer, I find the necklace’s connection to my craft quite appealing; plus, it’s really pretty.

It is also, unfortunately, rather heavy – this lock is a significant piece of hardware – so I don’t put it on until we arrive at the faire and I take it off when we get back in the van. Otherwise, I’d be looking for a hot pack for my neck by the time we returned home.

Impracticality, however, is part of the fun of dressing up. Costumes exist to give us a break from functionality and responsibility. So today on Halloween, I encourage you to embrace impracticality and get creative with your ensemble for trick-or-treating, the office party or your friend’s shindig.

But since even the most nonfunctional items, like fake mustaches, sometimes need a little help to fulfill their function, I suggest bringing a roll of duct tape, just in case.

– Teresa Santoski

www.teresasantoski.com

Originally published Oct. 31, 2013.

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Tete-a-tete: Functional furniture is making my family dysfunctional

It’s a phrase many of us have heard at some point in our lives, usually after we’ve accidentally broken something or caused a mess: “See, this is why we can’t have nice things.”

The reasons for not putting out the good china or buying a quality piece of furniture vary from household to household. It could be because of young children or an energetic pet, or because the right time to use such special items has yet to arrive.

My parents opted to disregard the child and pet factors as well as the lack of an obvious special occasion, choosing instead to get and use the nice things and expecting the family would adapt to living with them.

This has led to some interesting results.

When the time came to replace that most central of family fixtures – the kitchen table – Mom and Dad decided to invest in one that will easily outlast us all. There’s no particle board or plywood in this baby – it’s solid, quarter-sawn oak.

Accidentally kicking an oak table is like slamming your foot against a tree. At last count, Mom has broken two toes; Oldest Younger Brother, three; Youngest Brother, four; Younger Sister, one; and Dad, all ten. Even the cat has bonked her head a couple of times.

I’m not sure how I’ve managed to remain unscathed all these years. I’d knock on wood, but that would mean knocking on the kitchen table and I’d probably break my knuckles.

Though the table is sturdy enough to bend flesh and snap bone, it cannot withstand heat, cold or moisture – this nefarious trio of elements will damage the finish on the wood. Since one of the main purposes of a kitchen table is to have hot, cold and damp dishes set upon it, we employ an archipelago of coasters, placemats and trivets to protect it.

One evening, Mom, Youngest Brother, Younger Sister and I sat down at the table for a family game of cards. To the astonishment of my siblings and me, Mom divested the table of its piecemeal armor and spread the cards out directly on the wood.

“But – why?” I stammered, scarcely believing what I was seeing.

She explained that one of the reasons they bought a real wood table was so we could use it for family games like this.

“It’s not like a bunch of playing cards are going to scratch the wood,” she concluded.

No, but the coins for the pot might. Youngest Brother and Younger Sister gleefully scooted pennies and dimes across the unobstructed table until Mom admitted defeat.

The most recent addition to our collection of functional furniture that must be handled with care is a couch for the family room, purchased about two years ago. To prevent the upholstery from acquiring unsightly stains, Mom asked the family to refrain from eating on the couch.

This is not an unreasonable request, but there are only two other chairs in the family room. When we gather there to enjoy a movie while eating dinner, two people get to sit in the chairs and the rest of us sit in a row on the floor in front of the couch until we’ve finished eating.

As a result, the carpet has suffered a little more than it otherwise would have, but we’ve managed to preserve the upholstery.

Because we’re accustomed to making concessions for the furniture, our behavior didn’t strike us as unusual until the day Mom opened one of the kitchen cupboards to get a mug and found a note inside, written in Oldest Younger Brother’s handwriting.

It read:

“Please do not put hot or cold liquids into this mug, as they may damage it. You may not put this mug in the dishwasher, nor can it be washed by hand. Enjoy!”

As I have mentioned previously, Oldest Younger Brother no longer resides at the family homestead. He couldn’t resist the opportunity to stick his tongue in his cheek at us from a safe distance.

Though our behavior may seem a trifle odd to those who have prudently stocked their homes with unbreakable dishes and expendable furniture, my siblings and I have learned the value of keeping nice things nice. I appreciate the lack of candy wrappers in the couch when I’m watching TV, and Youngest Brother and Younger Sister may be the only teenagers in the Granite State who automatically offer coasters to their friends.

And should the cost of keeping the nice things nice become too high and require us to invest in some expensive prosthetic toes, we can always sell our pristine kitchen table.

– Teresa Santoski

www.teresasantoski.com

Originally published Oct. 3, 2013.

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St. Christopher Church group in Nashua creates prayer shawls for those with challenges or celebrations

Thanks to the members of the prayer shawl group at St. Christopher Church, there is one Bible verse that’s becoming more familiar to Christians and non-Christians alike.

It’s the first half of Psalm 121:2, “My help comes from the LORD,” which is printed on the small wooden cross that’s tied to each prayer shawl the group makes.

“LORD” is all in capitals in this verse because it refers to Yahweh, one of the Hebrew names for God. In contrast, “Lord,” when used in the Old Testament, usually refers to Adonai, a different Hebrew name for God.

Since the group’s formation in 2007, members of the parish have given away more than 275 shawls to comfort those who are dealing with illness and other challenging life situations, as well as to help celebrate births, baptisms and other joyful events.

Andrea Richards started the group, officially known as Creating for Our Community, at the suggestion of her older sister, Lisa. Richards’ sister also bought her a book by Janet Bristow and Victoria Galo, who introduced the concept of prayer shawl groups in 1998.

“I knew that there were other women in the parish besides myself who liked to knit and crochet,” Richards said, “and it seemed to be the right type of vehicle to use a talent that we had for our little parish community.”

The group meets monthly, alternating between daytime and evening meetings to accommodate members’ schedules. Much of the work is done outside the meetings, which are more of an opportunity to enjoy the company of fellow knitters and crocheters, share ideas, and ask for help with stitches and patterns.

“We have all different levels, people from beginners all the way through advanced,” Richards said. “You always have someone at the meeting who can help you if you’re stuck.”

Meetings are also the time when finished shawls are brought in to be packaged. Along with the wooden cross, each shawl is bundled with a card explaining that the shawl is from the parish and intended as a visible prayer for the recipient.

The members typically offer a silent prayer over the finished shawls, Richards said, so that the recipients are not only wrapped in a tangible prayer, but have been prayed for, as well.

The power of these prayers even comforts those who don’t necessarily believe in God. Member Connie McNulty recalled giving a prayer shawl to a patient at Massachusetts General Hospital. Because his family members were all people of faith, she didn’t realize he was an atheist.

McNulty remembered the tense expression of the man’s sister, unsure how her brother would react, when McNulty presented him with the shawl and explained what it was.

His response was surprising, to say the least.

“He would not let the nurses take that off his bed, and when he was in ICU, he insisted that it go with him,” McNulty said of the prayer shawl. “It obviously brought him some peace.”

The man’s sister was so impressed that she asked McNulty for more details about the prayer shawl group and has since started one of her own in her home state of California.

McNulty acknowledged that when people fall ill and normal life is disrupted, they become more receptive to God and to matters of faith.

“It’s almost like they’re searching, reaching for something,” she said. “It made all of us realize how important what we’re doing is. You never know how it’s going to affect people.”

Member Valerie Lewis also witnessed the impact of the prayer shawls firsthand when her parents received a care package from the parish during her father’s illness. The package included two prayer shawls, one for her father and one for her mother.

“My dad couldn’t sleep unless he had the shawl with him,” Lewis said. “He was at peace. Instantly just so much more calm.”

Although her father has since died, Lewis’ mother still has the prayer shawls. The shawl selected for her mother was one Lewis herself had made.

“It opened my eyes to how much more meaningful it is,” Lewis said. “It’s not just a nice thing to do, it’s a heartfelt, spiritual blessing. It carries more weight than just the yarn.”

Richards agreed, noting that in times when verbal expressions of comfort just aren’t enough, the prayer shawls speak volumes.

“To know that it was knit or crocheted with the intention of a prayer is very meaningful,” she said. “Sometimes the words aren’t there, but the visible presence of Christ is there.”

– Teresa Santoski

www.teresasantoski.com

Originally published May 27, 2012 in The Telegraph, Nashua, NH.

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Christian hip hop artist Lamar Callahan shares music and message

Meeting a musician in person is all about connections – knowing someone on the concert staff or within the musician’s entourage who can hook you up with tickets and backstage passes.

At a performance by Christian hip hop artist Lamar Callahan, that connection is made as soon as you enter the venue, and without the need for a middleman.

Callahan makes it a point to arrive at each performance an hour to an hour and a half early, not only to set up his equipment and perform a soundcheck, but to greet audience members as they walk in.

After the concert, he sticks around to sign autographs and answer questions.

“The professionals that we know today, they’re untouchable. You never get to meet them or anything like that,” he said. “It’s important to be able to connect with people that way.”

Audiences will have an opportunity to connect with Callahan at his performance at 7 p.m. Saturday, April 13, at the Crown Hill Coffeehouse at the Arlington Street United Methodist Church, 63 Arlington St., Nashua.

Admission is free. For more information, visit www.asumc.net or search for Crown Hill Coffeehouse on Facebook.

Based in the greater Boston area, Callahan is represented by Patricia Maltz of Conquer Entertainment, who also manages Sheila Ray Charles, daughter of the late Ray Charles. Callahan is also the founder of Mandatory, a business and ministry that encompasses acting, speaking, preaching, teen mentoring and music.

“It’s gonna be done God’s way or it’s not gonna be done at all,” he said of the choice of name. “That’s mandatory.”

Though Callahan has been a fan of hip hop since Run-D.M.C. came on the scene, he believes the lyrics in mainstream hip hop have gone steadily downhill.

“It’s the message in the music that has contaminated the hearts and minds of the youth,” he said.

Young people may crave the “grime and grit” these lyrics glorify, Callahan said, but “it hits home when the things that rappers are laughing and bragging about are going on inside of your own household.”

Callahan’s lyrics target such individuals, offering them hope beyond their immediate circumstances.

“I get my inspiration from Christ and the people I walk by every day,” such as single mothers, drug-addicted teens and high school seniors contemplating their futures, he said. “They inspire me to write true music about real life issues.”

Unlike his mainstream hip hop counterparts, Callahan’s performances are family-oriented.

“I’m a husband and a father before I’m a recording artist and a speaker,” he said.

And the focus is consistently on connecting with the audience.

“My performances are always interactive,” Callahan said, describing how he encourages people to get up and dance and wave their hands. “I always share a bit of my testimony and my background, how I got into the music and the passion behind it.”

Part of the reason he got into music is its power to soften the blow of tough truths.

“It’s a universal language,” he said, “and a lot of people are threatened when you present a message that causes them to change or address things about their character or their life.”

Callahan can empathize, having made a number of these difficult changes himself. The youngest of three children raised by a loving and resilient single mother, he grew up in the Franklin Hill projects in Boston and the Chatham West apartments in Brockton, Mass., both troubled neighborhoods at the time.

Though Callahan first gave his life to Christ in 1988, he struggled throughout his teen and young adult years, making poor choices that led to his getting caught up in drugs, violence and sexual relationships. After hitting rock-bottom, he recommitted himself to God and has never looked back.

In addition to his work with Mandatory, he has worked with at-risk youth for the past 15 years, and hopes organizations like the YMCA and the Boys & Girls Club will consider bringing their members to his performance at the Crown Hill Coffeehouse.

Callahan’s goal is for the audience to leave with an understanding that “the love of God is real, and that he has a plan for your life,” he said. “That if he can use me, he can use them.”

– Teresa Santoski

www.teresasantoski.com

Originally published April 9, 2013 in The Telegraph, Nashua, NH.

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Former chief, genealogist continue trying to solve state’s oldest Jane Doe case

Despite the best of intentions, anniversaries often slip one’s mind, with the cares and concerns of everyday life taking precedence.

There is one anniversary that former Bedford Police Chief David C. Bailey will never forget, in part because he is reminded of it in his daily routines.

The date in question is Oct. 6, 1971, when the body of a woman in her 30s was discovered in the woods near what is now the Kilton Road exit and onramp on Route 101 West.

“I think of it every time I drive up that ramp,” Bailey said.

Although Bailey had been a police officer for less than six months when the Jane Doe was found, his memories of visiting the site remain vivid. It had been a very hot September, which speeded the decomposition of the body.

“When I look at those pictures, I can still smell it,” Bailey said of the photographs of the crime scene. “I’ll never forget that smell.”

Though he was not a main investigator in the case, Bailey said he followed its progress. Forty-one years later and into his retirement, it continues to hold his attention.

“It’s one of the two cases that until I make some progress on, I won’t consider myself actively retired,” he said, noting that he still works as a special police officer.

The driving force behind his focus on the oldest Jane Doe case in the state, Bailey said, is forensic genealogist and Bedford resident Melinde Byrne.

Byrne began working on the case in November 2008, when she was asked to teach a class on forensic genealogy at Boston University.

Forensic genealogy, she said, is “the study of kinship and identity as it pertains to the law.”

Byrne selected three cases to present to her students, one of which she wanted to be an unresolved case. She chose the Bedford Jane Doe because, living a few miles away from where the body was discovered, it literally hit close to home.

Byrne said she was horrified that this woman “could vanish and no one could come forward to claim her.”

The next step, she said, was contacting Bailey, who was Bedford’s police chief at the time, to obtain additional information and to offer her assistance as a forensic genealogist.

“It took me months, literally, to approach Chief Bailey,” Byrne said, explaining that she wanted to be particularly respectful since she wasn’t affiliated with the law enforcement or military communities.

Given how well her partnership with Bailey has worked out, she said, “I must have done something right.”

Since teaching her first forensic genealogy class in 2008, Byrne has presented the mystery of the Bedford Jane Doe to about 500 students. She will share the case with a new class in November.

“The students come up with something new every time,” she said.

There are many fascinating details that can’t be revealed publicly without jeopardizing the outcome of the case, she said, and they have a good amount of information to go on.

Because they do not have a good sample of Jane Doe’s DNA just yet, much of the investigatory work they have done so far depends upon reverse engineering, Byrne explained.

“The most common use of forensic genealogy is to locate missing heirs to estates,” she said. “These are cases where you know somebody’s name and you determine who that name actually belongs to.”

In other cases, “you may not know the person’s last name, but you know what their place in a kinship group is,” Byrne said. “It’s sort of like an algebra problem. You know two pieces of the formula, and you get the answer by using those two pieces.”

Since at this time, Jane Doe lacks both a family name and a designated place in a kinship group, the equation is more challenging.

“What I’m trying to reverse-engineer is sort of like the dog that didn’t bark in the night,” Byrne said. “I’m going to use the clues we have in a different way.”

One example Byrne was able to discuss was Jane Doe’s clothing.

“There are a lot of things that point to Canada as an origin,” she said. “She’s wearing a Wonderbra, which was not sold in the United States in 1971. She also has Gossard panties on.”

Then, there are the heels on Jane Doe’s sandals, Byrne noted, the height of which is marked in centimeters.

Byrne cautioned against using Jane Doe’s clothing as the entire basis for her place of origin, as the woman could have borrowed the clothing from someone else or gone shopping in Canada. Such clues, however, can provide a jumping-off point for further investigation.

Another important piece of the equation is why Jane Doe was never reported missing.

“There’s a whole series of obligations,” Byrne said, from personal and work relationships to missed medical or dental appointments, that would result in someone knowing if a person had gone missing.

“It is a pretty baffling dead-end kind of thing,” she said of the case, noting that being able to narrow it down geographically will help their progress.

At this time, Bailey said, the Bedford Police Department does not have an active investigation on the Jane Doe case.

“You go by solvability,” he said of cold cases. “They review them on occasion,” and if additional information surfaces regarding a case, they’ll work on it.

In the meantime, Bailey and Byrne will continue to dig, hoping to find a new interpretation of a clue or a new connection that will lead them closer to the identity of Jane Doe.

The nature of her demise is not the main focus here, Bailey explained.

“This is about giving this person closure,” he said. “It just boggles the mind that no one knows who she is.”

– Teresa Santoski

www.teresasantoski.com

Originally published Sept. 28, 2012 in the Bedford (NH) Journal.

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