Thank you for being thoughtful about what you said about my grandma, Barb Boudro. I'm the granddaughter they liked to threaten her with. So many reporters paint her in such a negative light...thank you for not being one!
Thank you. Your grandmother did an incredibly brave thing and brought some measure of comfort to many people Ashleigh. Whatever else she may have been, she will always be a hero to me and many others.
I remember reading the news coverage of the arrest and trial, probably by you, and feeling a chill. We like to think of Michigan's north country as a benign place, not populated by people who would do this--and feeding their victims to the pigs. My hats off to you for doing the original stories, even knowing the risk.
Great retrospective, thanks Hugh. I can’t remember the circumstances that landed me there, but I’ll never forget the palpable terror in Barb B’s testimony, or the atmosphere in the courtroom. Nor the characters Susan Tusa and I met in the days before the trial opened, in those lonely, remote backwoods you describe. Couldn’t wait to read this when I saw you’d posted it. I’m sure the victims’ families appreciated the way you carefully and thoughtfully kept on the story.
Riveting account of tragic murders. We have spent a lot of time up in that area, owning a house near Houghton Lake (on Shadow Lake). I love Roscommon and the area. Your first person account brought this tragedy all back to life in a very empathetic way. Barb’s still a hero and I hope all those Duvall bros met Karma. Thank you.
Thank you for being thoughtful about what you said about my grandma, Barb Boudro. I'm the granddaughter they liked to threaten her with. So many reporters paint her in such a negative light...thank you for not being one!
Thank you. Your grandmother did an incredibly brave thing and brought some measure of comfort to many people Ashleigh. Whatever else she may have been, she will always be a hero to me and many others.
I remember reading the news coverage of the arrest and trial, probably by you, and feeling a chill. We like to think of Michigan's north country as a benign place, not populated by people who would do this--and feeding their victims to the pigs. My hats off to you for doing the original stories, even knowing the risk.
Great retrospective, thanks Hugh. I can’t remember the circumstances that landed me there, but I’ll never forget the palpable terror in Barb B’s testimony, or the atmosphere in the courtroom. Nor the characters Susan Tusa and I met in the days before the trial opened, in those lonely, remote backwoods you describe. Couldn’t wait to read this when I saw you’d posted it. I’m sure the victims’ families appreciated the way you carefully and thoughtfully kept on the story.
Wow. What a haunting story, I remember reading about it at the time. Not one to easily forget.
Riveting account of tragic murders. We have spent a lot of time up in that area, owning a house near Houghton Lake (on Shadow Lake). I love Roscommon and the area. Your first person account brought this tragedy all back to life in a very empathetic way. Barb’s still a hero and I hope all those Duvall bros met Karma. Thank you.