Churubusco

Visitation will also be on Wednesday, October fourteenth at Fairhaven Funeral Home and Cremation Services in Fort Wayne from two PM to four PM and six to eight PM.

Burial will follow the service to E-Eel River Cemetery in Churubusco.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Northridge Baptist Church or Heart to Heart Hospice.

And that obituary was for Bill McAbee.

And that was for Daniel Joseph Dynelt.

And finally, David W. or Dave Crews.

David W. or Dave Crews, sixty-six, passed away on October eleventh at his home in Churubusco.

He was born in Fort Wayne.

It’s a pleasant, ordinary suburb with a river running through it, and it has a frogman, a four-foot amphibian that walks upright and lives somewhere in the bank of the Little Miami.

Nobody in Loveland built a fiberglass frog on the highway the way Churubusco built its turtle, and for most of seventy years, the story lived in a UFO newsletter, a police report, a newspaper column or two, and the back of people’s minds.

It’s only lately that Loveland has started to lean into it at all, and even now, if you drive through on an ordinary weekday, you could miss the frog entirely.

There’s no billboard and no roadside attraction, just a river town with a bike trail and a castle and a story most of the people who live there heard for the first time in grade school.

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It was a peaceful summer morning on July 3rd, 1936, in Churubusco, Churubusco, Indiana.

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Churubusco, Indiana

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There's a beast on the town's welcome sign.

It's about what Churubusco, Indiana did with its turtle, except the turtle never killed anything.

Whatever was in Bladen County in January of 1954 killed at least eight dogs, and a rabbit, and a goat, and the people who found the bodies described a dog on a porch with no blood in it and its jaw broken back into its skull.

Bladen County has something else in it, and the people who live around the swamps have known about it longer than they've known about the beast.

There are T-shirts.

That's the tourism side, and it's a little bit like Churubusco and its turtle.

But under it there's a body of reports that the festival didn't create.

Hunters on the north side of the knob in the bear season describing an upright figure watching them from a laurel thicket and then simply not being there.

The Shelby paper covered it.

The Charlotte paper picked it up.

The wire services carried it the way they'd carried the Churubusco turtle thirty years before, and for a few weeks in early nineteen seventy-nine, Kasier, North Carolina was in newspapers a long way from Kasier.

The core of the reports was consistent.