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Ma Barker: Ruthless & Daring
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Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
In a time when notorious Depression-era criminals were terrorizing the country, the Barker-Karpis Gang stole more money than mobsters John Dillinger, Vern Miller, and Bonnie and Clyde combined. Five of the most wanted thieves, murderers, and kidnappers by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) in the 1930s were from the same family. Authorities believed the woman behind the band of violent hoodlums that ravaged the Midwest was their mother, Kate “Ma” Barker.
Kate Barker marched her fifteen-year-old son, Herman, through the remains of a cornfield outside Webb City, Missouri. Using the collar of her boy’s shirt as a lead, she steered him past bent and weathered stalks of corn. It was a hot, humid, September afternoon, all white light and glare. Herman chanced a look back at his mother, hoping the scowl on her face had softened. Kate wore a gray sweater embellished with rhinestone buttons and a blue- and- white plaid rayon dress with a sashed belt and bow collar. Her hair was nicely coiffed with spit curls on each temple in the style of the times. Although she had been born and raised in the rural Ozark Mountains and married a miner from a nearby town, she was no house Frau. She carried her plump, five-foot four-inch frame with a confidence generally relegated to those with a wealthy, sophisticated background.
Herman was dressed in jeans and an old shirt two sizes too big for him. He was barefoot and occasionally grimaced when his toe connected with a jagged rock on the ground. His mother was furious with him and disinterested in how uncomfortable their fast-paced walk made him. Herman had been caught with a few wallets he’d stolen from the deacons of the local Presbyterian church. The preacher had graciously contacted Kate about the matter after he had informed the police. Mother and son now had an appointment with the Jasper County judge, and Kate was determined not to be late. Herman stumbled a time or two, but his mother jerked the boy to his feet and urged him on.
Webb City in 1910 was a rough and wild mining community with a population of more than eleven thousand. The majority of the people living there were excavators who worked in the numerous galena ore mining companies in the area. Galena is the chief ore of lead. Wages were low but steady. There was nothing opulent about the businesses and homes in Webb City. They were modest in design, dusty, and uninspired. Among the enterprises that flourished in town were the mercantile businesses, courthouse, and numerous taverns that lined the main thoroughfare. Railroad tracks cut through the center of town, and trains announced their passing with loud blasts from their horns.
A train was making its presence known as Ma and Herman reached the courthouse. Without saying a word, she pulled open the door of the building and escorted her son inside. She led Herman to a pair of empty chairs in the courtroom, and the two sat down to wait for the judge.
To learn more about Ma Barker and the Barker-Karpis Gang read Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
Enter to win a copy of the book on this site or enter to win a Ma Barker book and gift package with you visit www.chrisenss.com
Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
In a time when notorious Depression-era criminals were terrorizing the country, the Barker-Karpis Gang stole more money than mobsters John Dillinger, Vern Miller, and Bonnie and Clyde combined. Five of the most wanted thieves, murderers, and kidnappers by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) in the 1930s were from the same family. Authorities believed the woman behind the band of violent hoodlums that ravaged the Midwest was their mother, Kate “Ma” Barker.
Kate Barker marched her fifteen-year-old son, Herman, through the remains of a cornfield outside Webb City, Missouri. Using the collar of her boy’s shirt as a lead, she steered him past bent and weathered stalks of corn. It was a hot, humid, September afternoon, all white light and glare. Herman chanced a look back at his mother, hoping the scowl on her face had softened. Kate wore a gray sweater embellished with rhinestone buttons and a blue- and- white plaid rayon dress with a sashed belt and bow collar. Her hair was nicely coiffed with spit curls on each temple in the style of the times. Although she had been born and raised in the rural Ozark Mountains and married a miner from a nearby town, she was no house Frau. She carried her plump, five-foot four-inch frame with a confidence generally relegated to those with a wealthy, sophisticated background.
Herman was dressed in jeans and an old shirt two sizes too big for him. He was barefoot and occasionally grimaced when his toe connected with a jagged rock on the ground. His mother was furious with him and disinterested in how uncomfortable their fast-paced walk made him. Herman had been caught with a few wallets he’d stolen from the deacons of the local Presbyterian church. The preacher had graciously contacted Kate about the matter after he had informed the police. Mother and son now had an appointment with the Jasper County judge, and Kate was determined not to be late. Herman stumbled a time or two, but his mother jerked the boy to his feet and urged him on.
Webb City in 1910 was a rough and wild mining community with a population of more than eleven thousand. The majority of the people living there were excavators who worked in the numerous galena ore mining companies in the area. Galena is the chief ore of lead. Wages were low but steady. There was nothing opulent about the businesses and homes in Webb City. They were modest in design, dusty, and uninspired. Among the enterprises that flourished in town were the mercantile businesses, courthouse, and numerous taverns that lined the main thoroughfare. Railroad tracks cut through the center of town, and trains announced their passing with loud blasts from their horns.
A train was making its presence known as Ma and Herman reached the courthouse. Without saying a word, she pulled open the door of the building and escorted her son inside. She led Herman to a pair of empty chairs in the courtroom, and the two sat down to wait for the judge.
To learn more about Ma Barker and the Barker-Karpis Gang read Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
Enter to win a copy of the book on this site or enter to win a Ma Barker book and gift package with you visit www.chrisenss.com
Public Enemies
Enter to win a copy of the new book
Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
In a time when notorious Depression-era criminals were terrorizing the country, the Barker-Karpis Gang stole more money than mobsters John Dillinger, Vern Miller, and Bonnie and Clyde combined. Five of the most wanted thieves, murderers, and kidnappers by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) in the 1930s were from the same family. Authorities believed the woman behind the band of violent hoodlums that ravaged the Midwest was their mother, Kate “Ma” Barker.
A cold breeze pushed past the dilapidated frame around the only window in the dank, stark room where Edward Bremer was being held hostage in the winter of 1934. Blindfolded and bruised, Edward attempted to turn the chair he was tied to away from the frigid air. In a gruff tone, Arthur Barker warned him to keep still as he pulled the collar of his coat closely around his neck. The winter in Bensenville, Illinois, was particularly cold that year. Temperatures dipped well below zero. The Barker boys and their associates made little effort to keep their kidnapped victim comfortable. With the exception of the time when Edward was forced to sign his own ransom notes, the ties around his hands were seldom removed.
On January 22, 1934, Edward was instructed to sign a second note to the Bremer family physician with instructions regarding the ransom money demanded. The first note was not taken seriously. In spite of the Barkers’ warning not to involve law enforcement, the police came in full force to search for Edward. Note number two was much more forceful and ominous:
If Bremer don’t get back to his family, [he] has you to thank. First of all, all coppers must be pulled off. Second, the dough must be ready. Third, we must have a new signal. When you are ready to meet our terms, place a N.R.A. sticker in the center of each of your office windows. We’ll know if the coppers are pulled or not. Remain at your office daily from now until 8 p.m. Have the dough ready and where you can get it within thirty minutes. You will be instructed how to deliver it. The money must not be hot as it will be examined before Bremer is released.
We’ll try to be ready for any trickery if attempted. This is positively our LAST attempt. DON’T duck it.
Edward remembered hearing a woman’s voice from down the hall of the warehouse building where he was held captive. “It was a strong, authoritative voice,” he informed federal agents once the incident was over. “In spite of the rough treatment and the frantic move to replace the blindfold and retie my hands, I heard some of what she said.” In addition to encouraging the outlaws on the job they were doing, she told them they were “too good for small time,” Edward told authorities. “This is where the big dough is made and you don’t have to stick your neck out every day.”
To learn more about Ma Barker and the Barker-Karpis Gang read Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
Register to win a copy of Ma Barker on Goodreads or when you visit www.chrisenss.com
Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
In a time when notorious Depression-era criminals were terrorizing the country, the Barker-Karpis Gang stole more money than mobsters John Dillinger, Vern Miller, and Bonnie and Clyde combined. Five of the most wanted thieves, murderers, and kidnappers by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) in the 1930s were from the same family. Authorities believed the woman behind the band of violent hoodlums that ravaged the Midwest was their mother, Kate “Ma” Barker.
A cold breeze pushed past the dilapidated frame around the only window in the dank, stark room where Edward Bremer was being held hostage in the winter of 1934. Blindfolded and bruised, Edward attempted to turn the chair he was tied to away from the frigid air. In a gruff tone, Arthur Barker warned him to keep still as he pulled the collar of his coat closely around his neck. The winter in Bensenville, Illinois, was particularly cold that year. Temperatures dipped well below zero. The Barker boys and their associates made little effort to keep their kidnapped victim comfortable. With the exception of the time when Edward was forced to sign his own ransom notes, the ties around his hands were seldom removed.
On January 22, 1934, Edward was instructed to sign a second note to the Bremer family physician with instructions regarding the ransom money demanded. The first note was not taken seriously. In spite of the Barkers’ warning not to involve law enforcement, the police came in full force to search for Edward. Note number two was much more forceful and ominous:
If Bremer don’t get back to his family, [he] has you to thank. First of all, all coppers must be pulled off. Second, the dough must be ready. Third, we must have a new signal. When you are ready to meet our terms, place a N.R.A. sticker in the center of each of your office windows. We’ll know if the coppers are pulled or not. Remain at your office daily from now until 8 p.m. Have the dough ready and where you can get it within thirty minutes. You will be instructed how to deliver it. The money must not be hot as it will be examined before Bremer is released.
We’ll try to be ready for any trickery if attempted. This is positively our LAST attempt. DON’T duck it.
Edward remembered hearing a woman’s voice from down the hall of the warehouse building where he was held captive. “It was a strong, authoritative voice,” he informed federal agents once the incident was over. “In spite of the rough treatment and the frantic move to replace the blindfold and retie my hands, I heard some of what she said.” In addition to encouraging the outlaws on the job they were doing, she told them they were “too good for small time,” Edward told authorities. “This is where the big dough is made and you don’t have to stick your neck out every day.”
To learn more about Ma Barker and the Barker-Karpis Gang read Ma Barker: America’s Most Wanted Mother.
Register to win a copy of Ma Barker on Goodreads or when you visit www.chrisenss.com
