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The bank statements also show that Holden made a huge deposit of $4,834 to his account on
July 15, 1947, which makes one wonder how he came by such a large sum compared to his other bank deposits.
Just as interesting as what he
found was what Randle didn't find. The archive included all of Holden's
income tax records for all the years from the 1930s through the 1970s -
except for one year, 1947! Income tax records can reveal much about a
person's lifestyle, contacts and associates, and activities during the
course of a year. The archivist thought it was odd that only one year
was missing but could offer no explanation other than "the family still
controls what goes into and what comes out of the collection." During
one conversation with the archivist, I noticed that his voice was lower
than usual and asked him if he felt uncomfortable talking about Curry
Holden for some reason. He answered: "Yes, Mrs. Holden is sitting twenty
feet away." We had in hand enough circumstantial information to suggest
that Holden could have been where Schultz said he was on that fateful
day, but nothing definite.
(Frankie Rowe, age 12 in 1947, is the daughter of Roswell fireman, Dan Dwyer, who allegedly was at the main saucer crash site with other members of the fire department and members of the Roswell police department. The foil she saw was allegedly later shown at the Roswell fire station to some of the firemen and herself by a state trooper.)
(R&S2, Paperback edition, affidavit 11/22/93): "In early July 1947, I was in the fire house waiting for my father to take me home. A State Trooper arrived and displayed a piece of metallic debris that he said he'd picked up on the crash site. It was a dull gray and about the thickness of aluminum foil. When wadded into a ball, it would unfold itself. The fire fighters were unable to cut or burn it."
(Pflock) [As she waited, a state police officer came in and said he wanted to show the firemen something.] "He took his hand out of his pocket and he dropped what he had in his fist on the table. He said it was something he picked up out at the crash site. It looked like quicksilver when it was on the table, but you could wad it up. [It was] a little larger than . . . [his] hand. It had jagged edges" [and it was a dull grayish-silver color.] "You couldn't feel it in your hand. It was so thin that it felt like holding a hair . . . It wasn't anything you'd ever seen before. It flowed like quicksilver when you laid it on the table. [The firemen and the trooper] tried to tear it, cut it and burn it. It wadded up into nothing. The state cop said he'd gotten away with just this one small piece, and he said he didn't know how long he'd be able to keep it, if the military found out."
In later interviews Dan Dwyer is quoted as saying that he saw "the first pink lines of sunlight over the horizon" indicating being there at least pre-dawn of the morning of July 5th. He also notices an extremely strong glow showing up, not from a fire, but similar to how lights illuminate the dark sky of a nighttime high school football game, over the crest of the hills away from the sunrise. After sunup Dwyer is able to sneak away undetected from the loosely watched or guarded fire crew and police officers, possibly by a planned or accidental diversion created by his buddies sharing hot coffee from thermos bottles with members of the military. He climbs up through the rocks, trees and underbrush to a point where he is able to see a sizable number of uniformed military personnel, a series of now turned off floodlights, and various pieces of equipment such as jeeps, SRC-399 radio rigs and other communication vans. He sees as well the center of all the activity and what he describes later as a "strange craft" being lifted into the air by a crane and set on a flat bed truck. He continues to watch as it is secured with chains and cables then covered by a tarp. Because none of the fire fighters or police officers chose to join him and they remain basically under guard, no one of the group other than Dwyer is an actual eyewitness to the event.
The military recovery team, working most of the night under high powered floodlights since sometime before 2:00 AM are just past the early stages of their investigation and completion of the set up of equipment around sunrise. Just as the sun is coming up, but before Dwyer's unknown and totally undetected observation of a much more advanced stage of recovery an hour or two later, civilians suddenly show up on the scene. The soldiers are told by the team to escort them out of the area while other soldiers are ordered to search and secure a much wider perimeter and not just the dirt roads leading into the site. The civilians mentioned are more than likely Holden and his students who had hiked in over the hills, unexpectedly catching the military off guard. The Roswell fire and police department personnel --- which technically might not be viewed as civilians by the public, but considered as such by the military --- are continued to be held or stopped by MPs some distance away along the dirt road leading up to the crash site. Dwyer is able to slip back down the hill through the widening military sweep and rejoins his group undetected. Because Holden and his students arrived right on top of the actual crash scene much earlier than Dwyer's observation of the scene from a distance, neither Dwyer nor Holden or any member of either group is aware of the others presence.
AFFIDAVIT of William M. Woody
(1) My name is William M. Woody
(2) My address is: XXXXXXXXXX
(3) I am employed as: __________________________________. ( ) I am retired
(4) In 1947, I was 12 years old [corrected to 14 years old] and living with my family on our farm, located 3 miles south of Roswell, New Mexico, and east of what was then Roswell Army Air Field. I still live on that farm.
(5) One hot night during the summer of 1947, probably in early July, my father and I were outside on the farm. It was well after sundown and quite dark. Suddenly, the sky lit up. When we looked up to see where the light was coming from, we saw a large, very bright object in the southwestern sky, moving rapidly northward.
(6) The object had the bright white intensity of a blow torch, and had a long, flame-like tail, with colors like a blow-torch flame fading down into a pale red. Most of the tail was this pale red color. The tail was very long, equal to about 10 diameters of a full moon.
(7) We watched the object travel all the way across the sky until it disappeared below the northern horizon. It was moving fast, but not as fast as a meteor, and we had it in view for what seemed like 20 to 30 seconds. Its brightness and colors did not change during the whole time, and it definitely went out of sight below the horizon, rather than winking out like a meteor does. My father thought it was a big meteorite and was convinced it had fallen to earth about 40 miles north of Roswell, probably just southwest of the intersection of U.S. Highway 285 and the Corona road (State Highway 247). [NOTE: Compare this to the map showing the crash sites, looking at Site 2]
(8) My father knew the territory, all its roads, and many of the people very well, so two or three days later (definitely not the next day), he decided to look for the object. He took me with him in our old flatbed truck. We headed north through Roswell on U.S. 285. About 19 miles north of town, where the highway crosses the Macho Draw, we saw at least one uniformed soldier stationed beside the road. As we drove along, we saw more sentries and Army vehicles. They were stationed at all places -- ranch roads, crossroads, etc.--where there was access to leave the highway and drive east or west, and they were armed, some with rifles, others with sidearms. I do not remember seeing any military activity on the ranchland beyond the highway right of way.
(9) We stopped at one sentry post, and my father asked a soldier what was going on. The soldier, who's attitude was very nice, just said his orders were not to let anyone leave 285 and go into the countryside.
(10) As we drove north, we saw that the Corona road (State 247), which runs west from Highway 285, was blocked by soldiers. We went on as far as Ramon, about nine miles north of the 247 intersection. There were sentries there, too. At Ramon we turned around and head south and home.
(11) I remember my father saying he thought the Army was looking for something it had tracked on its way down. He may have gotten this from the soldier he spoke with during our drive up 285, but I am not sure.
(12) I also recall that two neighbors, both now dead, stopped by and told my father they had seen the same object we had seen. One said others in his family had seen it too. There were many rumors about flying saucers that summer, and I recall the weather balloon story, explaining away the report of a flying saucer crash near Corona. This seemed reasonable to us at the time.
(13) I have not been paid or given or promised anything of value to make this statement, which is the truth to the best of my recollection.
Signed: William M. Woody
Signature witnessed by:
Tracy L. Callaway
He also said that one day all available men were grabbed and that they had to stand guard where a crashed disc had come down. Everything was being loaded onto trucks, and he couldn't understand why some of the trucks had ice or something in them. He did not understand what they wanted to keep cold. Him and another guy had to ride in the back of one of the trucks, and although they were told that they could get into a lot of trouble if they took in too much of what was happening, they had a quick look under the covering and saw two dead bodies, alien bodies. (testimony of his daughter Beverly) - Sergeant Melvin Brown was a cook at Roswell AAF in 1947. One day, he was called out to help guard material retrieved from the Foster Ranch. His daughter Beverly was interviewed by Stanton Friedman in 1989
AFFIDAVIT OF GLENN DENNIS
(1) My name is Glenn Dennis
(2) My address is: XXXXXXXXXX
(3) I am ( ) employed as: __________________________________ ( ) retured,
(4) In July 1947, I was a mortician, working for the Ballard Funeral Home in Roswell, which had a contract to provide mortuary services for the Roswell Army Air Field. One afternoon, [EDIT: from the research, it appears this was on July 5th. Though I’ve seen later dates claimed, this is what is corroborated by other testimony, as well as the events themselves] around 1:15 or 1:30, I received a call from the base mortuary officer who asked what was the smallest size hermetically sealed casket that we had in stock. He said, "We need to know this in case something comes up in the future." He asked how long it would take to get one, and I assured him I could get one for him the following day. He said he would call back if they needed one.
(5) About 45 minutes to an hour later, he called back and asked me to describe the preparation for bodies that had been lying out on the desert for a period of time. Before I could answer, he said he specifically wanted to know what effect the preparation procedures would have on the body's chemical compounds, blood and tissues. I explained that our chemicals were mainly strong solutions of formaldehyde and water, and that the procedure would probably alter the body's chemical composition. I offered to come out to the base to assist with any problem he might have, but he reiterated that the information was for future use. I suggested that if he had such a situation that I would try to freeze the body in dry ice for storage and transportation.
(6) Approximately a hour or an hour and 15 minutes later, I got a call to transport a serviceman who had a laceration on his head and perhaps a fractured nose. I gave him first aid and drove him out to the base. I got there around 5:00 PM.
(7) Although I was a civilian, I usually had free access on the base because they knew me. I drove the ambulance around to the back of the base infirmary and parked it next to another ambulance. The door was open and inside I saw some wreckage. There were several pieces which looked like the bottom of a canoe, about three feet in length. It resembled stainless steel with a purple hue, as if it had been exposed to high temperature. There was some stange-looking writing on the material resembling Egyptian hieroglyphics. Also there were two MPs present.
(8) I checked the airman in and went to the staff lounge to have a Coke. I intended to look for a nurse, a 2nd Lieutenant, who had been commissioned about three months earlier right out of college. She was 23 years of age at the time (I was 22). I saw her coming out of one of the examining rooms with a cloth over her mouth. She said, "My gosh, get out of here or you're going to be in a lot of trouble." She went into another door where a Captain stood. He asked me who I was and what I was doing here. I told him, and he instructed me to stay there. I said, "It looks like you've got a crash; would you like me to get ready?" He told me to stay right there. Then two MPs came up and began to escort me out of the infirmary. They said they had orders to follow me out to the funeral home.
(9) We got about 10 or 15 feet when I heard a voice say, "We're not through with that SOB. Bring him back." There was another Captain, a redhead with the meanest-looking eyes I had ever seen, who said, "You did not see anything, there was no crash here, and if you say anything you could get into a lot of trouble." I said, "Hey look mister, I'm a civilian and you can't do a damn thing to me." He said, "Yes we can; somebody will be picking your bones out of the sand." There was a black Sergeant with a pad in his hand who said, "He would make good dog food for our dogs." The Captain said, "Get the SOB out." The MPs followed me back to the funeral home.
(10) The next day [Sunday, July 6th], I tried to call the nurse to see what was going on. About 11:00 AM, she called the funeral home and said, "I need to talk to you." We agreed to meet at the officers club. She was very upset. She said, "Before I talk to you, you have to give me a sacred oath that you will never mention my name, because I could get into a lot of trouble." I agreed. [Later said to be identified as Naomi Self, but this seems impossible to verify]
(11) She said she had gone to get supplies in a room where two doctors were performing a preliminary autopsy. The doctors said they needed her to take notes during the procedure. She said she had never smelled anything so horrible in her life, and the sight was the most gruesome she had ever seen. She said, "This was something no one has ever seen." As she spoke, I was concerned that she might go into shock.
(12) She drew me a diagram of the bodies, including an arm with a hand that had only four fingers; the doctors noted that on the end of the fingers were little pads resembling suction cups. She said the head was disproportionately large for the body; the eyes were deeply set; the skulls were flexible; the nose was concave with only two orifices; the mouth was a fine slit, and the doctors said there was heavy cartilage instead of teeth. The ears were only small orifices with flaps. They had no hair, and the skin was black--perhaps due to exposure in the sun. She gave me the drawings.
[EDIT: Drawing included with Dennis' affidavit by artist Walter Henn, based on Dennis' recollections of drawings originally made by the alleged Roswell nurse.]
(13) There were three bodies; two were very mangled and dismembered, as if destroyed by predators; one was fairly intact. They were three-and-a-half to four feet tall. She told me the doctors said: "This isn't anything we've ever see before; there's nothing in the medical textbooks like this." She said she and the doctors became ill. They had to turn off the air conditioning and were afraid the smell would go through the hospital. They had to move the operation to an airplane hangar.
(14) I drove her back to the officers' barracks. The next day [Monday, July 7th] I called the hospital to see how she was, and they said she wasn't available. I tried to get her for several days, and finally got one of the nurses who said the Lieutenant had been transferred out with some other personnel. About 10 days to two weeks later, I got a letter from her with an APO number. She indicated we could discuss the incident by letter in the future. I wrote back to her and about two weeks later the letter came back marked "Return to Sender--DECEASED." Later, one of the nurses at the base said the rumor was that she and five other nurses had been on a training mission and had been killed in a plane crash.
(15) Sheriff George Wilcox and my father were very close friends. The Sheriff went to my folks' house the morning after the events at the base and said to my father, "I don't know what kind of trouble Glenn's in, but you tell your son that he doesn't know anything and hasn't seen anything at the base." He added, "They want you and your wife's name, and they want your and your children's addresses." My father immediately drove to the funeral home and asked me what kind of trouble I was in. He related the conversation with Sheriff Wilcox, and so I told him about the events of the previous day. He is the only person to whom I have told this story until recently.
(16) I had filed away the sketches the nurse gave me that day. Recently, at the request of a researcher, I tried to locate my personal files at the funeral home, but they had all been destroyed.
(17) I have not been paid or given anything of value to make this statement, which is the truth to the best of my recollection.
Signed: Glenn Dennis
Signature witnessed by:
Walter G. Haut [NOTE : Yes, the press officer for the RAAF]
Sometimes, but not too often, he used to say that he saw a man from outer space. That used to make us all giggle like mad. He said he had to stand guard duty outside a hangar where a crashed flying saucer was stored, and that his commanding officer said, "Come on, Brownie, let's have a look inside." But they didn't see anything because it had all been packed up and [was] ready to be flown out to Texas.
William "Mac" Brazel (rhymes with
"frazzle") and his 7-year-old neighbor Dee Proctor found the
remains of the crashed flying saucer. Brazel was foreman of
the Foster Ranch. The pieces were spread out over a large
area, perhaps more than half a mile long. When Brazel drove
Dee back home, he showed a piece of the wreckage to Dee's
parents, Floyd and Loretta Proctor. They all agreed the
piece was unlike anything they had ever seen.
so i am thinking that you believe its a cover-up
How come there no information or focus on the possible Crash Site on the Plains of St Augustine? Kaufmanns crash site I had always questioned because Kaufmann himself was questionable. I myself have more or less helf Stan Friedman's scenario as my favored: the Kevin Randle version is a bit inconsistant, especially because he relies so much on Frank Kaufmann.
You should really compile this into a typed report then send it off the the airforce, if nothing else, to show them how itterly ridiculous and insulting to intelligence their solution was, and remind them that a huge part of the public still thinks they are lying through their teeth. You have done an excellent job here, showing this subject in a rational light instead of a lunatic fringe one.
Originally posted by Gazrok
get a visit, hehe....
Originally posted by Truthforall
great read. Have you seen this discussion on the following link.
To my knowledge their book "Iceman Down" has not come out yet. I e-mailed Kenny and he said he has not heard any new news from them.
What do you guys think?
Broken boulder that marks the Ragsdale Crash Site taken in 1996