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1973 murder and rape have lasting effect on family, Casper

2013-09-22T12:00:00Z 2015-01-05T18:36:04Z 1973 murder and rape have lasting effect on family, CasperBy MEGAN CASSIDY Star-Tribune staff writer Casper Star-Tribune Online
September 22, 2013 12:00 pm  • 

Just before 9 p.m. on Sept. 24, 1973, 18-year-old Becky Thomson was leaving to buy groceries and asked her 11-year-old half-sister, Amy Burridge, if she wanted to tag along.

The two drove in Becky’s Ford station wagon to the Thriftway store on 12th and Melrose streets in Casper.

When Becky and Amy emerged from the store, one of the car’s tires was flat. Unbeknownst to the sisters, the two men who had cut the tire, Jerry Jenkins and Ronald Kennedy, were the same guys who pulled into the parking spot next to them. The men offered to help.

After a short ruse about changing the tire, the drunken men abducted the sisters and began their drive. First to Casper Mountain, then toward Alcova Lake as Sept. 24 turned into Sept. 25. Jenkins, the greasy fat one, drove and Kennedy, the crazy-eyed one, beat and terrorized the sisters from the front passenger seat.

Jenkins and Kennedy said the four were going to see a man who would determine the girls’ fate. Becky and Amy were told that a car hit the man a few days earlier and it looked identical to the one Becky was driving.

There was no third man, let alone anyone else, around when Jenkins pulled over next to the Fremont Canyon Bridge out by Alcova, about 36 miles southwest of Casper. Amy was removed from the vehicle first.

Becky was ordered to remain in the vehicle with Jenkins against her protests. Becky didn’t know it at the time, but as she waited, Kennedy dumped her little sister off the bridge.

Former Natrona County Coroner James Thorpen would later testify that Amy likely crashed head-first into the rock ledge below, according to Casper native Ron Franscell’s book “The Darkest Night.” Her spine was driven into her brain, and she lived for only seconds after the fall, Thorpen said.

When Kennedy returned, the two men took turns raping Becky. They finished and led her to the bridge. Becky was thrown over, plunging first into a ledge, then ricocheting into the deep water below. Kennedy and Jenkins spoke of how they needed to make certain she died before tossing her from the bridge.

She didn’t. After paddling her broken body to shore, Becky spent the remaining, black hours waiting. She blanketed herself with rocks and her own waist-length hair.

As the sun began to rise, she inched backward up the slick embankment, nude from the waist down. Unable to use her legs, Becky flagged down an elderly couple at the top of the canyon while lying in the dirt.

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Franscell, a neighbor of the sisters, was 16 in September 1973.

He recalls neighborhood kids riding their bikes in the street at twilight, playing kick the can after dark.

“Nobody ever reeled you back in,” he said. “Then this happened. If you talk to anybody who was a kid in Casper at the time, they will tell you the rules changed, overnight.”

Franscell is a former Casper Star-Tribune reporter and an author of several books. He said he was moved to write a book on the girls’ story and its effect on Casper during a flight home from the Middle East covering the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks for the Denver Post.

In the way that the terrorist acts changed the country, the murder of Amy and the rape and attempted murder of Becky changed the community, he said. Theirs was a tragedy that reached beyond the immediate scope of family and friends, and a legacy that lived beyond the case’s faded headlines.

“We were one thing when we went to bed on Sept. 24, 1973, and by the next night, Casper, Wyoming, was something else,” Franscell said. “I believe all of us have a moment where our innocence was lost. In one fell swoop, in 1973, our town lost it.”

His book, “The Darkest Night,” was published in 2007, and Franscell returned to his hometown in 2008 for a signing. He was confused when several teenagers and twenty-somethings began lining up, and he started asking questions. They wouldn’t have been alive when the crimes occurred; how did they hear about this?

“Mom and Dad, they always told this story before we were about to go someplace,” the youths informed him.

“This story seeped into Casper’s mythology as a cautionary tale,” Franscell said. “It became the boogeyman story. Kids are being told this story and it’s an object lesson in personal safety. That’s how it got perpetuated.”

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The arrests were swift and the jury unmoved by the defendants. Kennedy’s attorney argued insanity and Jenkins’ attorney attempted to shirk the blame onto Kennedy. Both men were sentenced to death, only to later be spared by the justice system. The Wyoming Supreme Court reversed their death sentences in 1977 based on a U.S. Supreme Court decision. The state court resentenced them to life in prison.

Becky’s harrowing testimony had played a key role in the prosecution, as detailed in “The Darkest Night.”

But as Becky healed physically, she and the rest of her family remained haunted by the night of Sept. 24 and the early morning hours of Sept. 25, 1973.

“Our family was shattered,” Toni Case, Amy’s and Becky’s mother, said in a recent phone interview with the Star-Tribune. “Amy was our little clown and our happiness … she kept us all together.”

Jeremiah Burridge, Amy’s uncle, said the crime literally killed his father, Amy’s grandfather, G.O. Burridge.

Amy was one of G.O.’s “favorite gals,” Jeremiah told the Star-Tribune in a recent interview. He and his father had visited Amy the week before her death.

“She had to show him all these trophies,” Jeremiah recalled of his sports-minded niece.

Jeremiah said his father, always jovial and quick with a story, gave up on life after Sept. 25, 1973. He died nine months later.

“It was the first tragedy to our family that ever fell upon us,” he said. “ … It killed three people. Becky, Amy and my father.”

Becky’s death was more prolonged.

To outsiders, Becky flourished in early adulthood. She worked as a meter maid for the Casper Police Department and eventually in ad sales at Casper radio stations KVOC and then KTWO. She matured from beautiful young high school graduate to wife and mother.

Lisa Icenogle met Becky when both worked at KVOC.

“We just hit it off,” Icenogle said of Becky, who would soon become her close and dear friend.

“We would just get silly. We would laugh and laugh at the dumbest things.”

Icenogle described Becky as thoughtful, always ready with a card for every occasion. Becky was a prankster, as well, Icenogle said. She loved practical jokes.

“A lot of times you could tell by the twinkle in her eye that she was up to something,” Icenogle said.

Icenogle, who was three years younger than Becky and grew up in Casper, had heard the story of the Fremont Canyon Bridge tragedy. She didn’t initially know Becky was one of the victims, but slowly put two and two together.

Becky shared details of the crimes with her friend as the two grew closer. Becky didn’t cry. She was very calm and somber, and would simply present the facts, Icenogle said.

Becky once told Icenogle about her arduous escape up the canyon, crawling backward with her stomach falling out.

“It was just so harrowing to hear,” Icenogle said. “You just want to take somebody in your arms and say, ‘Oh my gosh, let me do something.’”

In addition to her mental scars, Becky struggled with survivor’s guilt.

“She was troubled that her sister had died and she hadn’t,” Dave Dovala, a former Casper police investigator who worked on the case and remained close with Becky after the convictions of Kennedy and Jenkins, said in a recent interview with the Star-Tribune. Dovala, also a former Natrona County sheriff, gave Becky away at her wedding to Russ Brown.

Dovala and Icenogle said it wasn’t just the memories of the crimes that tortured their friend.

Every so often, Kennedy would come before the parole board and Becky would be notified. She was terrified he would one day be released.

“It’s a sad commentary,” Case, the girls’ mother, said. “Becky worked hard, and his (Kennedy’s) subsistence came out of her taxes.”

Becky’s inner demons manifested into physical abuses. Becky was a recovering alcoholic when she and Icenogle met.

Icenogle said her friend relapsed but was struggling to get back on track. Becky and Russ had divorced, which disappointed Becky, but she was most concerned about making enough money to support her daughter. She told Icenogle on more than one occasion that she feared she wouldn’t live to see her daughter Vail’s

fifth birthday.

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On July 31, 1992, Becky returned to the Fremont Canyon Bridge with her daughter and a man she was dating.

“She just said she had to go there,” the man told The Associated Press shortly thereafter. “The more I told her not to go out there, the faster she went.”

Becky cried as she again walked out onto the steel structure, 112 feet above the North Platte River. The man carried Vail back to the car. She shouldn’t see her mother cry.

No one knows for certain if Becky jumped or fell. Icenogle believes it was the latter.

“I’m not going to say she wasn’t contemplating it, the way everything was caving in on her,” Icenogle said. “[But]… I don’t think she’d do that to Vail.”

Becky’s second fall from the bridge killed her.

Dovala was working at the Central Wyoming Fair and Rodeo in Casper when he got the call. He was on his way to the bridge when he heard that the woman involved was the survivor who was thrown off 19 years earlier.

“I knew immediately who it was,” he said.

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Little about the Fremont Canyon Bridge or the gorge’s appearance has changed in the past 40 years. A chain-link fence now guards passersby from the severe granite walls.

Bullet holes dot the bridge’s steel beams and cheeky, amateurish graffiti stain its underbelly.

The canyon itself is serene yet austere. Its marbled, burnt red walls are nearly vertical, and with just enough cracks to lure experienced rock climbers. The 112-foot drop from the bridge culminates in soupy green water — a deep, placid portion of the North Platte River.

Wyoming Rep. Gerald Gay, also from Casper, has visited the site on numerous occasions. Last year he approached the Natrona County Commissioners, asking them to allow him to erect a memorial at the Fremont Canyon Bridge to honor Becky and Amy.

Gay said although he and Becky had no more than a “nodding acquaintance” in high school, the events of that night deeply affected him, as well as the community, for decades to come.

A small stone bench was recently approved to be placed on an easement just off the bridge on the Alcova side. It was cut from the same red granite as Fremont Canyon’s, he said, and will simply be engraved, “Remember September 25, 1973.” No names, no further details. Gay hopes it can be positioned on Wednesday, the 40th anniversary.

Gay prefers to call the project a “curiosity” rather than a memorial. If recreational users of Fremont Canyon care to learn more, they can always search for the date’s significance on their own. He hopes the bench serves as either a reminder or a notification that something profound happened at this site, and that it should be treated with respect.

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Of the four who drove to the Fremont Canyon Bridge the night of Sept. 24, 1973, only one remains alive. Ronald Kennedy, now 67, is still serving a life sentence in Rawlins. He declined to be interviewed for this story.

Jerry Jenkins died on Oct. 29, 1998, while incarcerated, according to the Wyoming Department of Corrections. He was 54. Casper rumor holds that one of the original jailers in the case carried a photo of himself urinating on Jenkins’ grave.

There are few close relatives of Amy and Becky who remain in Casper four decades later. Family friends tend to Amy’s and Becky’s graves, Case, their mother, said.

Case, now 80, lives in Bakersfield, Calif. Her husband Jack died and she lives alone with her dog. The girls’ sister Blythe suffered a fatal heart attack a few years ago. Kelly, Case’s only surviving biological daughter, relocated to Hawaii.

Becky’s daughter Vail is married and now lives in Chicago, Case said. Case remains close with her granddaughter, as well as a step-daughter and other grandchildren.

She thinks about Becky and Amy every day. Case isn’t consistently sad, but it has not been an easy life, she said, for her or the rest of the surviving family members.

“We’re serving hard time for a lifetime,” she said.

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    lukyladymills - April 07, 2015 5:57 pm
    Oh I too remember this tragedy like it was yesterday. I was 9 years old at the time and although I never knew Amy or Becky I did know Jerry Jenkins pretty well. My mother and his mother grew up together and we're still friends till the end. It really has an impact on a nine year old girl especially when I'd hear my mother talk about it after coming home from the court room where she and Jerry's mother Dorothy sat in on the trial. Horrifying incident for all. May God bless the souls of those innocent girls. It's something you never forget.
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    whisper - April 03, 2015 9:49 pm
    What did the Saints have to do withthis story? Nothing that I know of.
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    dd ric - December 30, 2014 4:30 pm
    I remember Becky as a beautiful hippy chick from City Park gatherings. What's not mentioned in this article is "THE Saints" "motorcycle club. They terrified many in Casper and surrounding states. They were an iron fist meth distributors group,as well as consumers of the product. There are several other dead people because of that group. I watched them beat a little man to death in city jail,and feared ever saying a word because they threatened me,and knew my family,some 3 days after they caused an old man to have a heart attack at Alcovas' Sandy Beach on Labor Day. The bridge saddens me to this day. ddric
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