Neo7 kirjoitti: ↑Pe Loka 28, 2022 2:38 am
En ehdi enää muokkaamaan edellistä viestiäni, mutta ei sanottukaan suoraan, että Doerr opetti tyttärelleen veitsen käsittelyä (vaikka opetti itsepuolustusta, ilmoitti karatekurssille ja vei metsästysretkille), vaan tytär sanoi, että Doerr kantoi joskus mukanaan suurta metsästysveistä sekä kahta ladattua pistoolia; yhtä kummassakin taskussa.
edit: Tytär kertoo molempien vanhempiensa olleen vainoharhaisia, ja kotiin oli kätketty aseita joka puolelle. Hän arvelee, että isäänsä vaikutti se kun osallistui WWll:een ja Korean sotaan. Ihan sotamies siis. Mitenkähän tuokin on, jos Doerr:n armeijatiedoissa ei ole merkintää merentakaisesta palveluksesta?
Eikä sitäkään voi jättää noteeraamatta, että ensimmäinen Zodiacin tekemäksi tiedetty hyökkäys sattui samaan aikaan, ellei jooa samana päivänä, kuin Doerrin tytär oli karannut kotoa Doerrin melkein tappaessa hänet. Monta kertaa muutenkin saattanut tyttärensä kuolemanvaaraan omilla teoillaan.
Lähde:
https://www.lamag.com/citythinkblog/zod ... red-doerr/
Näiden uusien Zodiac- kandidaattien kannalta on aina epäilyttävää käänteisessä mielessä, kun heidän tsodiakkimaisia luonteenpiirteitään luettelee suoraan alenevassa polvessa oleva sukulainen.
Tässäkin tapauksessa tytär puhunee soopaa ainakin Dorrin asepalvelukseen liittyen.
Paul Alfred Doerr astui palvelukseen vasta 13.4.1945 ja vapautui jo 2.3.1946. Voidaan siis ehkä sanoa, että hänen osallistumisensa II maailmansotaan ja Korean sotaan ovat hyvin vahvasti liioiteltuja väitteitä.
Seuraava, jo vuonna 2015 julkaistu juttu pitää sisällään Dörtsin suppean elämänkerran, ja mm. monenlaista tarinaa Dörtsistä "yliluonnollisten" ilmiöiden harrastajana:
Paul Doerr as a Fortean
An adventurous Fortean—on the lookout for monsters of mountainous caves.
Paul Alfred Doerr, Jr., was born 1 April 1927—and that apparently wasn’t a joke—to Paul and Mary Doerr. They lived in Sharon, Pennsylvania, where Paul senior worked in a steel mill. Paul and Mary wed sometime around 1925. By 1930, they were living in a rented house (sans radio) along with Paul senior’s mother, also named Mary. (Conversations had to be confusing, or there must have been nicknames.) Another family was living with them, too, relatives, Vance S. and Anna J. Bowen. Vance worked in a grocery store.
In February 1936, Mary Doerr, the younger, divorced Paul on the grounds of “indignities to the person,” which roughly is equivalent to the mental cruelty of today. The divorce made the papers (though the city directory listed them as married for a few more years). Paul moved out, and his mother became head of the household. The 1940 census had her at home, along with her own daughter, Alice, her daughter-in-law, Mary, and Paul. The two sisters-in-law worked at a bakery, Alice as a clerk, Mary as a baker; Paul was in school. Much later, he would remember his childhood fondly—it was when he started learning the survivalist techniques he would refine throughout his life. He wrote,
“When a kid, we would go out for weeks with only what we could carry: a bottle of water, a bag of ground grains, maybe salt, a blanket, a knife & digger, a pan or pot, and a gun or bow. We could eat only what we got that day. I also had a small seine since minnows are handier than bigger fish. The blanket had a slit in the center and was blanket, serape, carry-pack, etc.”
It may have been these outdoor adventures that led him to an early interest in mysterious animals, apemen and yetis, which he developed while still in his teens. In 1946, N. Meade Layne, the esotericist, reported that he’d been in contact with Doerr—and it’s the same Doerr, as Layne gave his address—in regards to the Abominable Snowman, which was a topic of conversation among Forteans—see Donn Brazier—just before it became a public spectacle in the late 1940s and early 1950s. Kayne wrote in Round Robin, that he had published some notes on Tibetan ape-men in another of his publications “The Flying Roll,” that data having been compiled and supplied by Doerr, Layne described the creature “human-like beings of great size, often seen at a distance by American airmen. Close encounters with them have also been reported, and the total accumulation of fact and legend is very considerable.” He was convinced that they were nature spirits—appearing here through the ether by altering their density. It’s not known if Doerr shared this esoteric interpretation of the beasts, but that he was in correspondence with Layne at all—that he knew of his existence—strongly suggests that Doerr was reading on occult topics.
Doerr does not seem to have attended college. He joined the military on 13 April 1945, not even two weeks after he turned 18, and remained in it for just over a year, finally honorably discharged on 2 March 1946. He would later claim that he was in the Marines and taught survival skills. The Pennsylvania Application for World War II Compensation listed him as in the navy (there was a separate, unchecked box for marines) and separating from the military at Great Lakes, Illinois, having done strictly domestic service. He may have suffered some sort of injury, as he applied for special pension, but was denied.
His military career finished, Doerr returned to Sharon and went to work in the steel mills. He was married no later than 1949 to a woman named Rose—they were in that year’s city directory. Rose was a few months his senior, born 23 September 1924. His father remarried, too, and about the same time—a 1949 marriage to Elizabeth Zimmerman in Arkansas. I’m not sure of why he did so in that state, since both he and Elizabeth were from Pennsylvania, and returned there, too, he continuing to work in the mills, eventually as a foreman. I’m not sure what happened to Paul, Jr.’s mother, Mary: she was listed as a baker in city directories into the 1950s, then no more, probably having remarried. Paul, Jr., and Rose remained in Sharon at least until 1959, Paul never rising as high as foremen. He was involved in real estate transactions, though, and would later claim to have lived very primitively on a large tract of land with a house from the 1800s during some portion of this period. Rose and Paul had a daughter, Gloria, around 1952. As far as I know, she was their only child.
Some time after 1959 but before 1963, he moved to California’s Solano County—the easternmost of the Bay Area counties, just bleeding into the Great Central Valley. By his own account, the move was an adventure. He sailed an 18-foot sloop out of Lake Erie and around to California, apparently via Central America—at least he was in Central America at one point, and the way he told the story of his life to Backwoods Home Magazine in 2001 it seemed as though many of the adventures he had were as part of this trip: he hunted rattlesnake and fished shark; he scraped barnacles from boats and dove for sunken galleons. And he killed a jaguar with a sword and spear: “I had drunk too much or I never would have taken that challenge. That thing walked up, looked at me, buffed its claws a couple times, smiled and said, ‘Dinner!” A friend there with him, experienced with jaguars, told him the right way to attack the beast. There’s no mention of his wife and daughter on this voyage, so presumably they made their own way to California.
That he was in California by 1963 is proved by a newspaper advertisement, in which he was looking for a boat with a livable cabin (apparently to establish his family in); his address was given as Fairfield, California. Records indicate that he moved a bit, between Fairfield and Vallejo, and Suisun, but there doesn’t seem to be a good reason to rehearse the exact order of his different residences. Otherwise, I’m not quite sure what he was up to during the 1960s. He was associated with science fiction, through the National Fantasy Fan, a fan organization, advertising for magazines on Alaska and the desert in 1969. He apparently also became drawn to Mt. Shasta—no surprise given his interest in adventures and also in esotericism and mysterious creatures, since by the early 1960s Shasta had taken on a sacred dimension for many occultists, and was associated with both the lost continent of Lemur and Bigfoot.
In 1964, the Redding (California) Search Light ran a story on the hunt for Lemurians near Shasta. There was by now a long tradition claiming that Shasta was a refuge for Lemurians who—as in the legend of Shangri La—stored forgotten knowledge in the mountain’s caves. Footprints seen in the area had been attributed to them, although after 1958 the tendency was to connect the footprints and mysterious beings in the area with Bigfoot. Indeed, one of the article’s authors was Garth Sanders, who had been on the Bigfoot beat for the paper since the beginning. The other author was Paul Doerr. How he became associated with Sanders or Shasta is unknown. But he would come to have a number of stories about the Mountain (which was several hundred miles from his home in Solano county).
One tale had him finding an odd ruby in the area, which an acquaintance crushed by hand. Shards of it supposedly went to some museums. That time, Doerr followed a ground squirrel to a cave, which he was able to explore. Another—or perhaps an elaboration of that first one?—told of him discovering a large room in a cave, at the center of which was a crystal. He picked it up, and boulders began crashing around him—think Indiana Jones—apparently to squash him. His only means of escape was deeper through the cave and an underground body of water. He never did return to that cavern, though he had thought it might be the source of a number of odd footprints seen in the area.
Doerr said, “I like people with courage and intelligence. . . . Doers, not sitters and explain how-to.” Whether he recognized the pun his own name played with those attributes, he seemed to be a doer himself, if his stories are to be believed (and I have no reason not to believe them). I cannot quite get all of his activities straightened out chronologically, nor do I really see the need at this point. But he was active with a lot of hobbies throughout the end of the century and slightly into the next one. I’m not sure what he did for money. His daughter married in 1972, and the next year he reported he was building his own boat and contemplating a worldwide sailing trip. I don’t know if he followed through on that or not. He raised pigeons. He raised fish. He played around with hydroponics, so that he could sail a ship and always have fresh vegetables. He raised bees.
In the 1980s—if not earlier—he produced a rah of ‘zines, many of them distributed on microfiche. These dealt with intentional communities, intentional families (including polygamous ones), survivalism (later, in the ‘90s, he published an article on camping tricks for a scouting magazine), independent living, sustainability, tropical fish, and science fiction—indeed, his Luna Publications was listed in a number of Writer’s Markets for science fiction authors, though it is unlikely he paid much if at all. His politics leaned strongly libertarian—with publications such as “Pioneer”—and, at least toward the end of his life, were associated with he right wings of that movement. (He wrote a letter recommending that crime could be curtailed by torturing drug dealers to reveal their suppliers, who would then be tortured, on and on, each level of the criminal hierarchy executed, up to and including the billionaires.)
The ‘zines, and he, had an aversion to cities, and as late as 2001 he was hoping to escape even further into the boonies. His libertarianism could curdle into resentment, and by the end of the century he was frustrated that the government had failed to support the exploration of space. (There was an interesting paradox in his writing: a celebration of the primitive paired with a keen interest in the latest technology, and how it could be used to make an individual even less dependent upon the rest of society.) Instead of spacer exploration, he explained, politicians spent money on re-election. Besides, they were afraid of the libertarian implications of space exploration—again that paradox, pining for a giant government program to subsidize, without recognition, individual liberty—writing in 2002, “People in space would be out of the direct control of the masters of the Earth. Read how difficult it was for the European masters to maintain rule over people in colonies scattered all over the world . . .“Living in space is simple, inexpensive, easy, efficient if ‘balanced aquarium’ principe is used. I kept a sealed, balanced aquarium going for a couple of years.” He thought the aim should be the moon—perhaps that was why he named his publishing company Luna Ventures?—and not Mars, because Mars’s environment was simply too inhospitable, while the moon could be survived by—wait for it—digging caverns deep under the surface. Caves, again.
Doerr continued to write about underground races late into his life, his enthusiasm outliving the height of the Shaver Mystery, which reigned when he was in his early 20s. And his name still appears, mostly vaporously, in explorations of underground races, fringe books and and internet websites.
Paul Doerr died 2 August 2007. He was 82.
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