A Hell of a Hoax! Part 14: Two more Cold Cases

Well, now that Jane Doe #59 has finally been identified as the 19-year-old Canadian Reet Jurvetson, what about the other girl whose body was dumped at almost exactly the same spot some eleven months before Reet’s murder?

Her name was Marina Elizabeth Habe.


This is the section of Mulholland Drive where both bodies were dumped. Rugged country, and rattlesnake friendly, aside from the human reptiles involved in all this.

There has been some (possibly manufactured) confusion on this point, whether it was the same location. That’s because most descriptions of the scene that are linked to Reet Jurvetson’s death describe it in terms of the body’s distance from Mulholland Drive, while several pertaining to the Marina Habe case state that the spot in question was about 100 feet west of Bowmont Drive where it intersects Mulholland. But it turns out they are the same spot, which is in fact a bit west of Bowmont, and about twenty feet down the slope of a steep ravine alongside Mulholland.

According to Manson prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi, the two bodies were found within feet of each other in terms of space, although they were nearly a year apart in time. I see no reason to doubt him on this.  I do see reason to doubt other people who get fired up on conspiracy theories about these things, especially when they do so by getting numerous facts and details wrong that are matters of public record.

Okay, then. We’ve figured out the where.

What about the when?

There’s some confusion on this point, too, but from the official records, we know that Reet Jurvetson was found on that spot on November 16, 1969. Marina Habe was found there on New Year’s Day, 1969.

Okay, but who was Marina Habe?


She was a 17-year-old college freshman at the University of Hawaii. She was home for the Christmas break and staying at her mother’s house in West Hollywood when she disappeared.

Like Reet, she was pretty, intelligent, lively, and eager to explore the world.

Her father was a writer and journalist, Hans Habe, a man who had a rather colorful career in both Europe and the United States. Habe, however, was an assumed name. At birth, in Budapest, he was named Janos Bekessy and he was the son of a tabloid publisher there, one Imre Bekessy.

So why was he known as Hans Habe?

  A literary pose by a man who used a slew of noms de plume in addition to Hans Habe. At one time or another he was also known as Antonio Corte, Frank Richard, Frederick Gert, John Richler, Hans Wolfgang, and Alexander Holmes.

Well, the word is, Papa Bekessy made a habit of blackmailing people with the material his reporters dug up for his newspaper. He was very successful at both enterprises, publishing and blackmail, but in 1926, the extortion scandal was exposed to the light of day. So young Janos (he was 15 at the time) decided to take a different tack and a different monicker.

“Hans” may also have been trying to hide his ethnicity, as he was living in Vienna then and both of his parents were converted Hungarian Jews. At this point, anti-Semitism was rampant in Europe and right next door in Germany, the Nazi Party was already six years into a frightful political arc that ended in war and genocide.

Surprisingly, Hans Habe began his journalistic career as a Nazi sympathizer and for a while he edited some very conservative army newspapers. Was this more camouflage?

I don’t know, but if it was, it didn’t last. In the end, it was this same Hans Habe whose investigative reporting uncovered Adolf Hitler’s real family name: Schicklgruber!  And he uncovered the possibility that Hitler himself was one quarter Jewish.

Hitler as a soldier in World War I. His father, Alois, had changed the family name from Schicklgruber to Hitler in 1877, long before Adolf came along.

It was all a great embarrassment for the Nazis. It led to Habe’s novels being burned in public in Vienna in 1938, when the Nazis took over in Austria. It also put Habe’s name on Franklin Roosevelt’s list of anti-Nazi authors.

That came in handy the very next year, when Habe departed Austria and joined the French Foreign Legion in order to fight the Nazis. He was arrested by the Vichy government, however, when France knuckled under to Hitler, so Habe had to make his escape through Spain. On reaching the U.S. he  was given asylum and later citizenship, and wound up joining the US-army, where he was an anti-Nazi propaganda officer. After the war, at the Army’s behest, he went on to found and organize a vast array of democratic newspapers in West Germany, and for a time was at the helm of 18 newspapers at once.

Then, like many another writer, Habe migrated to Hollywood and tried his luck there.

What did this have to do with Marina’s murder?

Probably nothing.  On the other hand…

 Charlie famously “X”ed himself out of society during his trial. Then he converted that X into a swastika. Charlie is also known to hold a low opinion of black people. He was, at one time, allied with the Aryan Brotherhood, a notorious prison gang centered on white supremacist ideas. But he’s also a narcissist who thrives on stirring up outrage, but doesn’t like paying his dues. One thing he isn’t? A student of history. There’s no indication the man can actually read, let alone that he ever studied up on dear old Adolf Schicklgruber, or knew anything at all about Hans Habe and his rounds with the Nazis. Or that he would give a damn if he did know.

In any case, by the time Marina Habe was murdered, Hans was long gone. He’d divorced Marina’s mother, the American actress Eloise Hardt, and gone back to Europe. He was living in Switzerland with wife number six, the Hungarian actress Lici Balla.

Lici Balla’s best known movie (the title translates into English as: Csikszereda City Waterfront).


Photos of Eloise Hardt are scarce these days, but here she is with her ex-husband Hans Habe at Marina’s funeral.

And here’s a portfolio shot of her, date unknown.

Eloise Hardt had a fairly successful career in the 60’s and 70’s. She’s best known for her role as the publicity agent/girlfriend of the lead character on a TV series called The Dennis O’Keefe Show:

  The series was rather short-lived, lasting only two seasons ((1959-60). It focused on the romantic problems of a wiseacre named Hal Towne, a Los Angeles widower with a bright ten-year-old son to raise and a syndicated column to write called “All Around Towne.”

After that Eloise Hardt turned up in several movies, some of them fairly major.

She was in Incubus with a very young William Shatner, for example. This was a rather peculiar 1966 black-and-white horror flick filmed entirely in the constructed language Esperanto. It was directed by Leslie Stevens, creator of The Outer Limits (which might explain a lot) and came out shortly before Bill Shatner went to work on Star Trek. Eloise Hardt was also in a Jack Lemmon drama-rama called Save the Tiger, which wound up getting nominated for several Oscars and Golden Globes in 1973, and won the award for best original dramatic screenplay from the Writers Guild of America.

She even did a turn in a 1977 comedy whose name pretty much says it all:

If you’re curious about this one, here’s the trailer (and that’s Eloise in the kitchen!):


Eloise even had a role in Marilyn Monroe’s last (and unfinished) 1962 movie:

  This flick, alas, was done in by Monroe’s unexpected death, soon after she’d been fired, then rehired…

It was later overhauled and recast entirely, and then made the scene as a 1963 Doris Day vehicle (which gives all this another odd cross-link with Manson and the Sharon Tate murders, since the house on El Cielo Drive belonged to Doris Day’s son, Terry Melcher, at the time of those killings six years later):

  Move Over, Darling was a screwball comedy and a pretty big hit, although I have to wonder what Rock Hudson would have done with James Garner’s role as an accidental bigamist.  

Now 98 years old, Eloise Hardt is living in retirement and does not care to discuss her daughter’s death.

The last time she saw Marina (alive) was on the night of December 29-30, 1968. Her daughter had been out on a date and came home about 3 in the morning. But she didn’t come into the house. According to one version of the story, Ms. Hardt told police that she woke up because of the noise made by a racing engine. She looked out a window and saw a strange car, a black sedan, in her driveway, next to the one Marina Habe was using that night. She also saw a man she did not recognize and could not see very well, standing beside Marina.

What the coroner’s report says is that Ms. Hardt heard her daughter’s car pull in, and then the sound of another car, much louder. When that car left, Marina didn’t come in, so Ms. Hardt went outside and found her daughter’s keys in her car, but Marina herself was gone.

Here’s the first page of that report, giving a barebones account of the case and how it started:


So no one actually saw that black sedan or its driver. No one knows how many people were in it. All we really know is that, for whatever reason, Marina got into that other car… and vanished.

Eloise Hardt and the police called it kidnapping later, although I can find no stated reason why they thought so, other than those abandoned keys, and the fatal outcome. That was horrific enough, however, to cast a dark light on the whole encounter whether or not there was any coercion involved. Maybe there wasn’t, then or later. There were no ligature marks on Marina’s body, after all. There were no defensive wounds either. And according to the toxicology report, Marina had neither alcohol nor barbituates in her system. So she wasn’t drunk or drugged when she died.

I mention all this because a whole lot of hooha has been generated about the damage done to Marina, half of it being fictional.

For example, in his book The Family, Ed Sanders says that Marina Habe was found with contusions in her eyes, slashes to her throat and heart, burned, raped and nude except for a shoe.

  Sanders also says a former Manson Family associate told him that members of the Family knew Marina Habe.  But he doesn’t tell us who this associate was, and there is no other evidence of this supposed  acquaintance. 

And the autopsy says that Marina was fully clothed when found except for one shoe lying nearby. It says nothing about any burns to her body. It notes evidence of sex, yes, but not of rape. Which says the story floating around about how she was supposedly kidnapped and gang-banged by a bunch of outlaw bikers is bullshit.

Yes, there were a lot of stab wounds, all to her neck and chest, and Marina’s throat was cut. There were bruises, too, but there was no wound to the heart. One of the stab wounds did penetrate all the way through the breast bone, so there was a lot of force used, but that blade simply wasn’t long enough to reach the heart.

In fact, the coroner concluded that two different knives had been used, and likely by at least two assailants.

If you want to see the whole autopsy report, you can find it here:


Having gotten so much of that wrong, I can’t help wondering whether Sanders got anything else right. He did, after all, get sued for defamation by The Process Church of the Final Judgement over a chapter in the book linking the church to Manson’s more unsavory pursuits (see Part 7 concerning what’s known about Charlie’s connections with them).

File:Process Church logo.jpg  This is the logo of the Process Church, which later parted ways with its co-founder, Robert de Grimston. aka “The Teacher,” and eventually morphed into an animal welfare group called the Best Friends Animal Society.

Sanders’s U.S. publisher settled out of court and removed the disputed chapter from later editions. But when The Process Church sued Sanders’s British publisher, they lost the suit, and they lost it badly. They wound up having to pay the defendant’s legal fees. So I’m not quite sure just how much of his stuff I’m prepared to believe. Your mileage may vary.

The important questions remain:

Did Marina know anyone in the Manson Family? And whether or not she knew them, did the Family do her in?

The use of knives and the overkill involved is certainly common to several other cases linked to the Manson Family.  So is the participation of more than one perp in the murder. The dump site being the same as the one used in the Reet Jurvetson case (aka Jane Doe #59) – well, there’s a rule of thumb I learned while working on crime scenes. It goes like this:

Once is an accident.

Twice could be just a coincidence.

But three times? Hey, that’s a pattern.

And as it turns out, there was a third body dumped out there, just off Mulholland Drive in the summer of 1969 – another teenager who was certainly acquainted with the Manson Family and was also subjected to overkill.

I’m talking about Mark Walts.

I’ve been unable to find any photos of him, either under the name of Mark Glen Walts or his birth name, Mark Glen April. What we do know is that he was only 16 years old on July 18, 1969, when his body was found in Topanga Canyon, near Mulholland Drive at something like 2 a.m.

The previous day, July 17th, he’d taken off to go fishing and reportedly hitchhiked to get himself to the Santa Monica Pier. That, at least, is where his fishing pole was later found, abandoned. That night, he turned up dead, his face a mess, and with tire treads showing on his shirt. He also had three small caliber bullet holes in his chest.

Which is not the frenzied stabbing seen with either Marina Habe or Reet Jurvetson. But it was also way more than enough to kill the kid.

So who was Mark? And why would anyone want to kill him?

He seems to have been a fairly average California boy living out in Chatsworth, on the outskirts of L.A. He was more into stripping stolen cars than surfing, however. According to his brother, Alan Walts, he and Alan did this many times in a spot called Devil’s Canyon that’s about two miles away from the Spahn Movie Ranch.

Here’s a YouTube interview Bill Nelson did with Alan Walts about it:


According to Alan Walts, there was a guy named “Bruce” involved in all this, but he doesn’t know if this was actually Bruce Davis or not.

Bruce Davis, then and now.

Alan says he did not have any direct dealings with either Manson himself or Tex Watson, but it seems pretty clear that he and his brother did fill “orders” for the Family concerning certain car parts they wanted for their VW/dune buggy business.

So Mark Walts may have known quite a few of the Family members, and he was in fact involved in supplying their chop shop. His death, however, took place almost a month before the Tate and LaBianca murders, let alone the raid on the ranch concerning all those stolen cars. So the probable motive for murdering either Zero (John Haught) or Shorty Shea doesn’t seem to apply here.

Was there something else going on?

There have been staunch denials on several sides, including at least one biker (Danny DeCarlo) who was mixed up in the whole thing and says he would have known if there was any such problem with Mark.

Here’s Danny DeCarlo being arrested along with Manson during that raid on the ranch.

But Alan Walts was so sure it was Manson and/or the Family that he called Charlie on the phone and ranted and raved at him. Then he took a gun out to the Spahn Ranch looking for Charlie, intending to blow him away. And the only thing that saved him is that Charlie wasn’t there that day.

In the interview, Alan Walts says he just had a “sixth sense” about who might have killed his kid brother, but that’s not a whole lot to go on. Not if you’re going to make serious threats like that and then go roaring off into the desert with an actual gun in your hand, intending to empty that gun into the guy you blame for your kid brother’s murder. I’d say there’s something else back of it he doesn’t want to discuss on the record. Something that triggered his rage.

If there’s one thing that’s clear in this interview, despite the lousy sound quality, it’s that Alan Walts cared about Mark. He cared a lot, and stood ready to avenge him.

Personally, I can’t help thinking what a waste it was that all three of these kids had their lives cut short in such an abrupt and brutal fashion. Who knows who they would have turned out to be, as time unwound? I can’t see them as throw-aways, although that’s how Manson himself has described his followers. He sees himself as the garbage man, the guy who gathered up all the lost children society dropped by the wayside.

I don’t think so. I keep remembering something Hans Habe said (and here I’m quoting the Mansonblog). When Habe was asked why anybody should bother to stand up, to speak out, when you’re only one in a million, he replied, “The world is one percent good, one percent bad, and 98 percent neutral, and this is why what individuals do is important.”

So what would these three teenagers have done, if they’d only had the chance?







A Hell of a Hoax! Part 13: Jane Doe 59

Jane Doe #59 has been identified!

She is Reet Jurvetson, 19 at the time of her death.

The identification was actually made in December of 2015, by L.A.P.D. detectives. A reader later let me know about it, but I haven’t had time to come back to her case until now.

I admit, I was also hoping some progress might be made in the meantime.  Forty-eight years is a long, long time to wait for justice, yes, yet stranger things have happened.

But first things first.  Who was this girl?

 Reet in her mid-teens – a snapshot belonging to her sister Anne.

Reet Jurvetson was a Canadian citizen, but ethnically Estonian. Her family fled Estonia, heading for Sweden in 1944, at the height of World War II, and the youngest child, Reet, was born there in 1950. The next year, the family emigrated to Canada and settled in Montreal. In Quebec, they could restart their lives after the loss of their home and a quarter of their homeland’s entire population during the war, a catastrophe that was only made worse by the forcible annexation of Estonia by Soviet Russia.

You may recall there was some doubt as to Jane Doe #59’s nationality (See Part 9), as well as whether or not she was ever part of the Manson Family.

There were two witnesses, however, who remembered Jane Doe #59 staying with the Manson Family out at the Spahn Ranch in 1969. One of them was Ruby Pearl, the girlfriend George Spahn acquired after his wife left him.  Pearl was, among other things, a onetime dog trainer and carnival habitue in and around L.A., and was never a Manson fan. Ruby thought Jane Doe’s name was Sherry “something,” possibly Sherry Cooper.

  Ruby Pearl in younger days.


Here’s a photo of “Sherry Cooper,” supposedly an American girl from Simi Valley. Compare that to Reet Jurvetson’s yearbook photo from high school, and see what you think. Is it the same girl? I think so… she has the same shape to the bridge of her nose where it joins her forehead, the same hairline, the same shapely Clara Bow lower lip. But she’s not nearly as carefree, is she? “Sherry” looks unhappy, underfed, and in serious need of a week at the beach, not to mention a long nap.

I’d say she had plenty to worry about.

Another witness, you see, described “Sherry something” as being able to do a decent British accent.  The story goes, she’d used it when she answered the phone at Zero’s (John Haught’s) house in Venice on the day he died.

John Haught died of a gunshot to the head on November 5, 1969 (see Part 6 for the details).

The cops called it suicide. The people present at the time (including Bruce Davis) claimed the dead man had been playing Russian roulette with the revolver found, holstered, beside his body. But the gun he used did not contain only one shell casing. It was fully loaded, and was wiped down afterward, perhaps to remove someone’s fingerprints. Whose? There’d be no point to removing Zero’s fingerprints, if it all happened the way Bruce Davis said it did. So was it a suicide?

Quite a few people had their doubts. For example, on November 26th, 1969 Sgt. Mike McGann was interviewing Leslie Van Houten at Sybil Brand (the women’s jail in Los Angeles).

Leslie Van Houten, at a parole hearing in December 2015, has never told us what she knows about Zero’s death either.

When McGann informed her of John Haught’s death, Van Houten got very upset. When the sergeant told her Haught (Zero) had been playing Russian roulette and that Bruce Davis was there at the time, Van Houten asked McGann:

“Was Bruce playing it too?”
Sgt. McGann said he wasn’t.
Leslie Van Houten: “Zero was playing Russian roulette all by himself?”
Mike McGann: “Kind of odd isn’t it?”
Leslie Van Houten: “Yeah, it’s odd.” 

So it was. And the upshot is, “Sherry something” was there, in Zero’s house, when Bruce Davis was, and she would have known what went down that day. She would have known whether Zero really committed suicide, or was murdered. By Davis, perhaps, or by one of the other women.

Why would any of them want to kill him?

Well, this took place right after Haught got out of jail following the mass arrest of most of the Manson Family on that stolen car beef out at the Barker Ranch.

The Barker Ranch in Death Valley, seen here, was a Manson Family hide-out before they all moved out to the Spahn Movie Ranch.

 The Inyo County Sheriff’s Department, the California Highway Patrol, and the National Park Service formed a joint task force and dropped on the Manson family in a pair of raids on October 10 and 12, 1969. The three agencies were, however, unaware of any connection between the Manson bunch and the Tate/LaBianca murders committed on August 8 and 9, 1969, in Los Angeles.

Word is, Charlie thought it was Zero who snitched, or maybe just talked too much, about the VW/dune buggy chop shop they were running at the Barker ranch. Either way, Charlie thought it was Haught who brought the sheriff’s office down on all their heads.

Seems a bit overblown, since the whole thing with the chop shop ended up getting dismissed on account of a misdated search warrant. BUT… this happened in October, only two months after the Tate and LaBianca murders went down in L.A.  And Charlie? He put a high price on the personal loyalty of his followers, although, as Anne Rule put it, he himself “had the loyalty of a snake.”

So Zero would have made a dandy example for the rest of them, wouldn’t he?

Not that it worked. It was, you may recall, Susan Atkins who had the next fit of Loose Lips and spilled her guts about the Sharon Tate killings to another inmate while she was in jail (that was Ronnie Howard – see Part 6). And then the jig was well and truly up.

Right. So Zero died on November 5th. And by November 15th, “Sherry” was dead too.

Stabbed in the neck at least 150 times and dumped off Mulholland Drive, where she was found the very next day by a 15-year-old birdwatcher hiking through the brush.

Pretty rugged country along Mulholland Drive. Coincidentally, Jane Doe #59’s body was dumped in almost exactly the same spot as another girl’s, eleven months earlier – another teenager named Marina Habe, who was also stabbed in the back and chest, over and over again. Another cold case. But we’ll talk about her death later.

In case you’re wondering where that is, in relation to everything else, here you go.

So – it seems most likely that if Jane Doe #59 was killed by a member of the Manson Family, it was because she knew too much about Zero’s death and she had to be silenced.  To me, it also seems most likely to have been Bruce Davis who did it. The overkill is Davis’s style, after all. Just look at what he helped happen to Shorty Shea (see Part 5).

Poor Reet.

It took 46 years just to figure out what her name was. At the time of her death, no one could even say whether she was really American, Canadian, or British. No one had a clue to her being Estonian, ethnically speaking.

How did they figure it out?

Through NamUs. The NAtional Missing and Unidentified persons System run by the U.S. government’s Department of Justice, which you can access here:


The forensic drawings shown below were entered into their database

Likewise some cleaned up autopsy photos (deemed too disturbing to be released to the newspapers at the time of the crime – how things have changed in that department, eh?)

This autopsy photo has been doctored to hide all the damage done by whoever killed her. That characteristic nose/forehead junction, however, and the full lower lip are apparent.

There were also a pair of rings found on the body, which can be seen in this police bulletin:


None of these items was even entered into the database until December of 2003 (to be fair, there was no such computerized system or database back in the day, which was nearly 50 years ago! If you’ve seen the movie Hidden Figures, you know what computers weren’t ready for then – much of anything other than fast calcuations of orbital mechanics, and even that had some serious limits).

The photos and some biological data were, however, finally submitted. And even then, they sat there for another twelve long years. Until a friend of Reet’s, Gloria Lalonde, told her own brother about her long-missing BFF, and he went nosing around on the internet. He found Jane Doe #59 in the photo files and showed it to her. Gloria showed it to another friend of Reet’s, Ilmi Siimann, and then they showed them to Reet’s sister, Anne.

Anne also made a tentative ID of the rings and the photo. Then Siimann contacted Detective Luis Rivera of the L.A.P.D., a member of the Cold Case Homicide Unit (CCHU) in charge of Jane Doe #59’s case (# NR16140rh)DNA testing followed, comparing Anne’s with the victim’s, and the mystery, or part of it, was finally solved. The family, at long last, found out what became of their prodigal child.

Some observers see a resemblance between the young blonde Reet and Sharon Tate, but I would say that’s wishful thinking based more on hair color than anything else., especially since Reet’s hair had darkened considerably by the time she left home. This poor girl died for the most practical of reasons, the urgent needs of both Bruce Davis and Charlie Manson to cover their bloody tracks, while Sharon Tate was simply the woman who was living in Terry Melcher’s house when the Manson Family got there.

One of the reasons it took so long to identify Jane Doe #59 was that no missing persons report was ever filed by her family. Her parents, it seems, did not understand how to go about it or even that they should do so. To immigrants who’d experienced the massive losses and dislocations that turned so many Europeans into “displaced persons” it may have seemed an impossible task to even try to find her. Or it may have been a form of denial based on their need to believe she was merely “out of touch” with the family because she was so busy building a new life somewhere else.

 Reet and Anne Jurvetson, and their parents, in happier times. Reet’s brother (who passed away the year before her remains were identified) is not shown. He might well have taken this photo. 

According to the memorial website erected by Reet’s friends and surviving family, which you can find here:


“…we did not know how to find someone on the other side of the continent, in another country, if that was even where [she] still was. North America is a big place!”

Compared to Estonia, or even Sweden, it certainly is.

So how did Reet wind up in L.A.?

It may have had something to do with a boyfriend.

Reet’s sister says that after she completed high school, Reet moved to Toronto, where she lived with her grandmother, and took a job with the Canadian post office. She saved up her money. Then in the fall of 1969, she boarded a plane and went to visit California, as she had longed dreamed of doing.

This may not have been a solo journey. She may have been traveling with a young man called John or Jean, and perhaps a friend of his as well.

The LAPD’s press release on the case, available here:


says that: “Detectives have obtained further leads in the case and are seeking the public’s assistance in identifying two persons of interest.

“On July 7, 2016, detectives interviewed a witness in Montreal, Canada regarding the person of interest named “John” or “Jean (possibly French Canadian).” The witness remembers meeting Reet Jurvetson and “John/ Jean” at Café Image in Montreal, Canada, and provided a sketch of “John/Jean” as he appeared in 1969. An additional sketch of an associate was provided, which may help any potential witnesses recall seeing them together. The second male, who was shorter in stature and sported a short “Beatles” type hairstyle. The associate has not been positively identified, but could be named “Jean” as well.

Here are the sketches of these two men of mystery:

Nearly 50 years down the road, it seems unlikely that either of them will turn up, but you never know. Somebody did spot Reet, after all.

Something else turned up too – a postcard from Reet Jurvetson.  Her sister found it among her parents’ things in August of 2016. The postcard dates from Halloween, 1969, only 16 days before her body was found off Mulholland Drive. So her sojourn in California was tragically short – a matter of weeks.

The postcard gave Reet’s return address:  5311 Melrose Ave., Apt. 306, Hollywood, CA 90038. The building, once known as the Paramount Hotel, had evidently been converted into apartments and Reet was living in one of them, perhaps with John/Jean and/or his Beatle-fan of a friend. The building itself was torn down in 1989,however, and replaced with a newer structure, so that particular lead is going nowhere.

The postcard features a view of the beach in sunny Southern California. Its message is poignant, in hindsight.

The family has translated that message, handwritten in the Estonian language, as follows:

Dear Mother and Father,

The weather is nice and the people are kind.

I have a nice little apartment.

I go frequently to the beach.

Please write to me.



Her family waited in vain for any further contact, any information at all about her, but none ever came.  How could it? By the time that missive even arrived in Quebec, Reet Jurvetson had less than two weeks left to live.

How she hooked up with the Manson Family, we may never know. They’re not talking, and the only surviving member of her immediate biological family, Anne Jurvetson, is now 75 years old. She wants her privacy respected, and she asks that we remember Reet for who she was before she met Manson, him or his murderous crew.

“Reet was a lovely, free-spirited and happy girl,” Anne Jurvetson says. “She was very artistic, drew well, and liked to sew her own clothes. She was involved in Girl Guides and sang in a youth choir. She was deeply loved by both family and friends.”

To which I can only add: Requiescat in pace. Rest in peace.




By the way, if you’re interested in Manson’s early life and how he became what he is, you might want to check out a book that came out four years ago:

MANSON:  The Life and Times of Charles Manson

By Jeff Guinn,  Illustrated. 495 pp. Simon & Schuster. $27.50.

You can find a pretty positive 2013 review of the book by celebrated true crime writer Anne Rule here:


It explains a lot about how a cute kid like this one:


Manson at 5, with his cousin and his grandmother.

…wound up scattering bodies all over the West Coast.