Documenting the Co-Ed Killer case

Category: Santa Cruz (Page 1 of 7)

“I know that you know I hit mom”

Ed Kemper and his mother Clarnell Strandberg

Allyn Kemper, Ed Kemper’s younger sister, testified at his trial about an incident that happened in February 1973 between her brother and their mother:

“She came to me in March, no, February, because they had a real bad argument one night. They used to argue a lot. They also used to like to get into these intense conversations.

“My mother, just because of the kind of people she was around and the work she did, she liked to get in to people. She liked to get to know the real person. She liked real people and she could be real harsh. When she’d get uptight or mad, she could really cut to the bone. She did that a lot to my brother. She’d just strip him down and say, “You’re just like your father.”

“Just cutting. Just cutting right to the bone. She really did talk a lot when she should have shut her mouth. I mean there’s a point where you just don’t push people. She’d always go past that point.

“She had a lot of warmth and a lot of strength and a lot of heart, but I think she misguided it. Like, she could never openly—she admitted this. Also, she couldn’t express her love to somebody openly and say, “I really love you.” I can’t ever remember her saying that. She’d kind of go around, kind of beat around the bush.

“That’s when they would start fighting, when she was drinking and when he was drinking.

“She came over one time because my brother had hit her. She said he only hit her about three times but he’s pretty big. He says he hit her once, but he strung the glasses all out and she had bruises on her arms. This was about February. She said she kept herself in the house all weekend and didn’t answer the door because she didn’t want anybody to know. But she was telling me, and she was crying. She was afraid. She was scared. I told her right then, “Get him out of the house.” 

“I said, “I’ll pack his stuff right now and put it on the porch.”

“I said, “Just get him out because next time might be too late.”

“I had a fear about him just because he had committed a murder before and if he got uptight and drank you never know. To me, he had emotional problems. I went home and talked to her for a couple of hours. Sue [Susan, their older sister] tried to calm her down a bit. I really tried to encourage her to get him out. She said, “Well, where would he go?”

“I said, “He’s twenty-three, twenty-four years old. He’ll find a place to go. That’s no problem. He’s a big boy now. Just get him out.”

“She said, “Well, I’ll talk to him tonight. We’ll have a talk about it.”

“I told her that I’d call her later to see how things were.

“I called her later and she said everything was fine. He said he was going to straighten up and they had a little session and everything was all right. Then he got on the phone.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but it made me really mad. But I also wanted to see if he’d say anything to me to see where his head was at.

“I told him, “I really love you.”

“I don’t know why, I just wanted him to know that I loved him and ask him how he was doing. He said, “Why don’t you quit playing games?”

“I said, “I’m not playing games.”

“Because I really did mean it at the time.

“He said, “I know that you know I hit mom.”

“He told her not to tell me. I said, “So?” 

“He said, “That’s between me and her.” 

“I said, “I really love you, but I don’t think you should stay there.”

“I knew they were having problems whenever they were together.

“He wouldn’t accept the fact that I was saying I loved him. It was really hard for him to ever accept anybody loving him or really really caring about him. So, we discussed that for a little bit.”

Sources: Murder Capital of the World by Emerson Murray, 2021 / Images are from the documentary The Co-Ed Killer – Mind of a Monster (2021)

Kemper car entered into evidence

Santa Cruz, October 26, 1973 – Edmund Kemper’s car, in which hitchhiking coeds were picked up and either stabbed, strangled or shot to death, was “entered into evidence” today at the murder trial in Santa Cruz.

Judge Harry F. Brauer, at the request of District Attorney Peter Chang, allowed the Kemper jurors to leave the courtroom and examine the car, which was driven up and parked along the river levee walkway at the rear of the courthouse.

Kemper was taken outside in handcuffs and a waist restraining chain, under the supervision of his guard, sheriff’s deputy Bruce Colomy [seen on the right on the second picture]. Kemper, dressed in his jail-provided orange jump-suit, towered above the car in which he has admitted taking six human lives.

Source: “Kemper jury looks at death car” by Marj von B, Register-Pajaronian, October 26, 1973 / Photos: Murder Capital of the World book by Emerson Murray, 2021

Easter of 1973

The Easter weekend of 1973 marks the end of Ed Kemper’s crime spree with the murder of his mother, Clarnell Strandberg, and her good friend, Sally Hallett. 

Neighbors said Kemper, who had been collecting workmen’s compensation since an injury in 1972 on a highway construction job, went to his mother’s Aptos apartment on that Saturday carrying an Easter lily.

The lily was still blooming on a table when sheriff’s deputies entered the apartment the next Tuesday and found the nude bodies of the two women stuffed into a closet. Mrs. Strandberg had been decapitated and her left hand chopped off.

Neighbors said Kemper quarrelled frequently with his mother about whether she loved him. “You’re embarrassing me in front of my friends,” they quoted him as saying after she upbraided him for “laying around and drinking beer.”

After the murders, a wave of panic seized him. The events of the last hours were jostling in his head. He thought of his mother. The fact of having cut off her head did not disturb him more than that; after all, she was not the first to whom it happened! And, besides, she was already dead. He who read the Bible so much during his imprisonment [at Atascadero], to the point of identifying himself very much with the character of Job, he saw in the destiny of his mother, the hand of God. It is even more than a symbol when he thought about it: “This hand is the left hand of the Lord, I have always considered my mother as a great being, someone very fierce and sinister. She has always had a great influence on my life, and when she died, I was very surprised to find that her death was like all my other victims, how vulnerable and human she was, which has left a mark on me and still shocks me today. The left hand of the Lord is the one he uses to punish, and I, that guilty and left-handed son, cut off my mother’s left hand. That’s enough to make me flip, right?” 

*Contains previously published content. 

Sources: L’Ogre de Santa Cruz de Stéphane Bourgoin / Why: The Serial Killer In America by Margaret Cheney (1992, update of The Co-Ed Killer, 1976)

The Iconic Car of a California Serial Killer

This photograph shows Ed Kemper’s car in the parking lot of the Santa Cruz Sheriff’s Office after his arrest in April 1973.

Ed Kemper’s car was a used yellow 1969 Ford Galaxie 500 with a black hardtop. The inside of the car was also black. He bought it with the money he received after suing another driver, a female, in the last of his motorcycle accidents, in which he broke his left arm. 

Not long after he got the Ford Galaxie, he crashed the left rear fender in an accident. Kemper roughly patched the rear bumper and light himself. The car was still like that when Kemper was arrested, as seen in this picture.

Source: The Santa Cruz Sheriff’s Office

Clarnell’s car

These photographs show Ed Kemper’s mother’s car as he left it after killing her. He parked it on a different street in their neighbourhood so that people would think that she wasn’t home. 

Sources: Murder Capital of the World, by Emerson Murray, 2021 / The Santa Cruz Sheriff’s Office

51 years ago today, on January 8, 1973

51 years ago today, on January 8, 1973:

Edmund Kemper murdered his sixth victim, Cynthia Ann “Cindy” Schall. She was is fourth co-ed victim. In the early evening of January 8, 1973, Cindy was walking down Mission Avenue in Santa Cruz, hitchhiking to go to class at Cabrillo College. Kemper picked her up and drove her to the hills near Watsonville, where he forced her into the trunk of his car and shot her in the head with his newly acquired gun. She died instantly. 

Miss Schall was born on August 4, 1954 in San Mateo County in California. She was 18 when she died. She rests at the Holy Cross Catholic Cemetery in Colma, San Mateo County in California. She was the daughter of William Schall and Suzanne Ottinger Schall.

It is one of her friends, a young woman named Pamela, that reported Cindy missing to the police when she didn’t return home that night. She also alerted Cindy’s family in Marin County.

Source: “The Coed Killer” by Margaret Cheney / Photo from the book “Murder Capital of the World” by Emerson Murray, 2021, provided by Cindy Schall’s brother Forrest Schall

“Blood was an actual pain in the ass.” 

The blood got in my way. It wasn’t something I desired to see. Blood was an actual pain in the ass. 

Ed kemper about his victims’ bleeding

The picture shows Kemper in April 1973 revisiting the places where he buried his victims to help police uncover remains.

Source: I, Monster – Serial Killers in their own chilling words, collected by Tom Philbin, Prometheus Books, 2011

“He would notice a girl and really stare, not just look or glance.”

Susan Swanson, Ed Kemper’s older sister

Ed Kemper and his older sister Susan Swanson discussed the Santa Cruz murders and Herbert Mullin in April 1973 before Kemper’s arrest: “Guy [Kemper’s nickname] and I discussed them one day when mom and I went to the university to borrow a movie projector so I could show a movie I had brought from home [in Montana]. There was something said about Mullin firing his attorney because he had long hair, and I asked Guy if he thought Mullin had done the co-ed slayings too. He said he didn’t because none of them were similar in any way to how his victims had been shot–then the subject was dropped. The first weekend I was there, Guy went to Turlock and picked up [Kemper’s fiancée] and brought her to mom’s. We went to San Francisco that weekend Mom, I, [Kemper’s fiancée], and Guy, and along the road he mentioned that down there, pointing to the right, was where they had found two girls propped up against something I don’t remember the exact area. We drove along the coast highway, but this was a hilly section inland, just a bit. I believe it was just south of San Jose. Another time, I commented on the girls hitchhiking and mentioned they weren’t too bright, considering what happened and the particular ones I mentioned were really dressed shabby. He said it was strange because some of the co-eds killed were very attractive girls, not hippie looking at all. I think this was mentioned at the same time the conversation about Mullin was discussed on the way to the university. The subject changed. He didn’t say or do anything strange or comment any more than anyone might comment because of what had been happening.”

“One day when we were driving from Aptos along the beach toward Santa Cruz, just sightseeing, [Kemper] pointed off toward the beach and mentioned that a girl’s head was washed up along there -no more was said, and he brought it up.”

“Several times while we were riding around while I was there he would notice a girl and really stare, not just look or glance, and I teased him that he’d better get out of that habit when he gets married or [Kemper’s fiancée] would sure get jealous. He said she’s used to it or something along that line and most of these girls were dark skinned, possibly Mexican heritage, with black hair and medium build, tending toward heavy. He also commented that he sure likes those big butts- again I just passed it off and went on to other talk.”

Source: Book “Murder Capital of the World” by Emerson Murray, 2021 / Photo: Yearbook, University of Southern California, 1964

“I missed all this by forty hours.”

Susan Swanson

Some time in March 1973, Ed [Guy] Kemper and his mother went off-roading in a jeep and Clarnell injured her shoulder. Kemper’s sister, Susan Swanson, came and stayed with Kemper and his mother on April 1:

“A little vacation and also it would be a good time to go down and help mom with her stuff that she couldn’t handle with her broken shoulder. So, it was kind of a two-way visit. So, I went down the first of April and I came home on the 19th. In fact, I missed all this by forty hours, which was very shattering to me. It was a beautiful nineteen days. [Kemper killed his mother on April 21st]. During the days, Guy would sleep an awful lot, he would get up maybe at noon or two o’clock. Either that, or I understood him to be going off with friends during the day, like target practicing or something. He might leave oh, around noon or something and come back around dinner time or whatever. Some days, he’d just kind of hang around the house or be gone for a couple of hours and then he and I would do things during the day. I would take mom to school to work and then I’d come back and kind of clean up the apartment while Guy was asleep and then when he’d wake up we’d either go do something or he’d go do something and I would just, you know, drive around or sightsee, or whatever. In the evening, I would pick mom up from school and Guy most always was gone in the evening. He would go to the Jury Room a lot or go to the show, or… as far as the accuracy, whether he was really there or not, I don’t know; but he was gone in the evenings a lot, and would get home quite late- two or three in the morning. And he drank quite a bit, of beer. For breakfast, he had two large cans of beer and he seemed to be able to hold beer quite well. I mean, it would take quite a bit before you would notice any signs that he had been drinking. I never saw him drunk. I never saw him staggering. I never saw him slurring his speech or anything.

“I’ve never taken lessons in judo or karate, but I have picked up a few little things, I’m fascinated with the tournaments, watching the art. I wanted to show [Kemper] this new throw that I had just picked up on television. Well, being 6’9″, or whatever, I’m 6’1″, or 6’1/2” myself, and not any weakling, and I was going to show him how the throw goes and I couldn’t even waver him on his feet and he says, he’s standing there with his hands on his hips saying, “What are you doing? What are you trying to do?”

“I said, “Oh, I’m going to throw you.” You know. We clowned around and made little fake karate chops and say, if I came around a corner or something and he was coming around at the same time, kind of like a surprise, not to surprise each other, but just bumping into each other coming around the corner, we’d go POW POW, and a few little phony karate things and the most scary thing right now is he would make a motion like he, with his hands in a karate chop, had lapped off my head and then held his hands out like he caught it. And laughed. And I would laugh. Because it seemed so funny, you know, this karate business, ho ho, and we were just playing around with it all the time. And this motion especially now, just this WHAP, and make his hands like he’s catching my head–and I’d laugh. I can’t believe this now.”

Source: Murder Capital of the World by Emerson Murray, 2021 / Photo: Ancestry, Yearbook, University of Southern California, 1963

The Jury Room’s Marv Easterby

During our trip to Santa Cruz last August, we returned to the Jury Room, the bar where Ed Kemper would hang out regularly in 1972 and 1973, as it was also frequented by the police officers involved in the solving of his murders. At the time, they had no suspicion about Kemper. 

On the day of our visit, legendary owner and bartender Marv Easterby was at work. He told us that he wasn’t the owner of the Jury Room at the time of Kemper’s crimes and never met the serial killer. The Jury Room was owned at the time by a fellow named Joe Mandela, who owned several bars in Santa Cruz. Mandela was the owner from 1968 to 1976. He then sold the Jury Room to Marv Easterby. 

Marvin “Marv” Easterby is a bartender’s bartender. Known for his collared shirts, stylish cuffs, curled mustache and soft-spoken but take-no-shit attitude, Easterby, or Marv to his friends and regulars, “is the quintessential, strong, handsome, silver-tongued, no bullshit bartender,” says Molly McVeigh. She’s tended downtown Santa Cruz’s Rush Inn since 2009 and has known Easterby for 16 years.

Born in Andover, South Dakota, Easterby was the youngest of seven. His first job behind the bar was in 1963, when he was 19, in a small town called Pierpont which, in 2010, boasted a whopping population of 135. 

 “You could drink beer at 18 and then hard liquor at 21,” he remembers. “When I interviewed, I told them I was going to be 22; I just didn’t tell them how long it would take me.”

After he was subsequently fired for being underage, he followed a sister to Washington state, where he found a job as a fry cook and eventually managed a bar and restaurant.

He arrived in Santa Cruz in April 1976 and soon bought The Jury Room for $75,000. Over the next several decades, he would fine-tune his skills, rubbing elbows with locals and authorities. 

“When I bought [The Jury Room], it was a total cop bar,” he remembers. “If I had 40 customers at once, I bet you 25 of them would’ve been off-duty law enforcement.”

Marv Easterby is seen behind the bar with tender and his dog

It seems he was always a favorite around town, earning the nickname “Judge Roy Beans,” given to him by a Jury Room regular, who also printed up business cards with the nickname and a caricature of Easterby on them. It’s the same caricature the bar still uses today on pins and other merchandise. During the holidays, local police acted as designated drivers for Easterby and gave him rides to and from their precinct parties, for which he helped supply the booze. 

Easterby owned and operated The Jury Room for 23 years, until 1999, when a health scare made him relinquish some responsibilities. Still, he continued tending at the local institution, after Karen Madura purchased it.

In 2013 GTreaders voted Easterby the Best Bartender in Santa Cruz, a title he still cherishes proudly with a picture on his phone.

Jury Room tender Tim Hall says: “Marv’s said to me many times, ‘Anyone can sling drinks, but not everyone can be a bartender,’” he says. “He’s Santa Cruz’s Kris Kristofferson or Sam Elliott. A class act with the old school mentality. It’s a lost art.”

Warm thanks to Marv for taking the time to chat with us!

Source: https://www.goodtimes.sc/iconic-jury-room-bartender-marv-easterby-serves-farewell-drink/ / Photo and video: EKS

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