eyebrow. Once again they hired a private detective and sent him to Kentucky. They never heard from him again.
The Sodders feared that if they published the letter or the name of the town on the postmark they might harm their son. Instead, they amended the billboard to include the updated image of Louis and hung an enlarged version over the fireplace. “Time is running out for us,” George said in an interview. “But we only want to know. If they did die in the fire, we want to be convinced. Otherwise, we want to know what happened to them.”
He died a year later, in 1968, still hoping for a break in the case. Jennie erected a fence around her property and began adding rooms to her home, building layer after layer between her and the outside. Since the fire she had worn black exclusively, as a sign of mourning, and continued to do so until her own death in 1989. The billboard finally came down. Her children and grandchildren continued the investigation and came up with theories of their own: The local mafia had tried to recruit him and he declined. They tried to extort money from him and he refused. The children were kidnapped by someone they knew—someone who burst into the unlocked front door, told them about the fire, and offered to take them someplace safe. They might not have survived the night. If they had, and if they lived for decades—if it really was Louis in that photograph—they failed to contact their parents only because they wanted to protect them.
The youngest and last surviving Sodder child, Sylvia, is now 69, and doesn’t believe her siblings perished in the fire. When time permits, she visits crime sleuthing websites and engages with people still interested in her family’s mystery. Her very first memories are of that night in 1945, when she was 2 years old. She will never forget the sight of her father bleeding or the terrible symphony of everyone’s screams, and she is no closer now to understanding why.
West Virginia Unsolved Murders features the story of the Sodder children.
Michael Newton, The Encyclopedia of Unsolved Crimes. New York: Facts on File, 2004; Melody Bragg and George Bragg, West Virginia Unsolved Murders & Infamous Crimes. Glen Jean, WV: GEM Publications, 1993; One Room Schoolin’, A Living History of Central West Virginia. Hickory, NC: Hometown Memories Publishing, 2011.
the case than evidence; no one even agreed on whether the children were dead or alive. What everyone knew for certain was this: On the night before Christmas 1945, George and Jennie Sodder and nine of their 10 children went to sleep (one son was away in the Army). Around 1 a.m., a fire broke out. George and Jennie and four of their children escaped, but the other five were never seen again.
George had tried to save them, breaking a window to re-enter the house, slicing a swath of skin from his arm. He could see nothing through the smoke and fire, which had swept through all of the downstairs rooms: living and dining room, kitchen, office, and his and Jennie’s bedroom. He took frantic stock of what he knew: 2-year-old Sylvia, whose crib was in their bedroom, was safe outside, as was 17-year-old Marion and two sons, 23-year-old John and 16-year-old George Jr., who had fled the upstairs bedroom they shared, singing their hair on the way out. He figured Maurice, Martha,
Comments from Our Readers
We've had a disappearance in our family - a cousin (age 54) vanished without a trace in 2004, just before Christmas. Nothing has even been found, at least that has been made public except for a few "odd" clues that may have been significant, or not. We know she must be dead but how? who? why? No closure for her sister, mother and sons. Her mother passed away last year, never knowing what happened to her eldest daughter.
***** I think the children were kidnapped. Why else because no human remains at the site of the fire; impossible
***** Although many theories have arisen concerning the fire and missing children, some involving the Mafia and and animosity by some Italian neighbors concerning George's hatred of Mussolini, I find it hard to believe not one of the missing children ever contacted their parents over the years if they had lived through the fire. I believe they perished in the fire even though no remains were left to be identified as human.
This is such a sad story, it had to be hard on the parents and the remaining children. To offer a reward for information about the missing children. The photo on the right is thought to be Louis at an older age. There are so many theories as to what happened to the children but it would seem to me that if the children were alive that at least one of them would have contacted their parents when they became adults. I believe they died in the fire even though not many remains were found.
***** I am limited to the information available on the web page. The village authorities seem to be part of the operation. Refusing the FBI would prevent either kidnappers from being caught, or abused children from being found. There is no information about how hard the never heard from investigator's information was searched. Did they call his office, was he murdered, etc? It sounds like they were waiting for his call, but never called him to get the report. The younger children, sleeping upstairs, were the ones missing. Did the older downstairs children feel they were no longer in danger?
Still, quite a shock to the parents. Surprising that no further information was obtained. Nothing from children or grandchildren.
***** I grew up in a small town in the 1960s & ’70s & learned then that police, judges & other “community leaders” could sweep almost anything under the rug if they chose, so I’m not surprised that poor George and Jennie Sodder were shut out so thoroughly in the ultra-conformist 1940s. I’d hope the remaining family would post their DNA in hope that the lost ones might have a chance to reconnect.
***** I found the page with a search of the terms "missing children photos building billboard." It was the first hit.
***** I have no idea, but I believe George Sodder was not delusional, nor a conspiracy theorist. I suspect that there is some truth to his believes about a coverup. However, given that I am prone to wanting to construct some crazy story involving ballet dancers and escapes from Russia, I will hold my tongue. Thanks for the interesting bit of Appalachian history.
***** I'm thinking they were really taken. Just my opinion! Great quiz!!!
***** I have no idea what happened. I think one thing is clear, though: if the fire was set the objective was murder. The only reason to set a house occupied by sleeping people burning is to kill. I find it very odd there was nothing left of the five children if they burned. My parents were cremated and I got the box their "ashes" were put in. I opened the box and saw there were no ashes. The box contained bone chips. Even in the intense heat of cremation bones survive, yet nothing at all remained of five people? Hard to swallow. On the other hand, how does some remove five children, including teenagers, from a house without making any noise? Whatever the solution is, we will probably never know.
***** It is sad that the parent went to their graves without knowing where,who,what happened to the kids. They had positive thoughts that I dont know if I would of had for that long. I hope one day, the truth will come out. This is sad, but I do thank you for sharing this with us. I never knew or heard of this. Another lesson learned.
***** I think the children were kidnapped. Why else because no human remains at the site of the fire; impossible
***** Very interesting case. I've gone back and forth on what happened to them. Guess only the good Lord knows for sure.
***** It puzzles me, too, that none of them have ever come back. The younger ones would likely have no memory of their original family. The older ones would definitely know who their parents were and where they came from. Perhaps, as you say, they might have been threatened. I don't believe that the Mafia necessarily perpetrated the crime, the Italian name of the family notwithstanding. There are plenty of other criminal gangs, or even mining interests, that could have done something like this.
***** Yes, I imagine that most of them didn't survive. Another possibility is that the youngest ones could have been brainwashed and sent to live with another family. It's possible they'd never remember their original family. Such a sad story.
***** I’ve read a lot of accounts of this and although a lot of suspicious actions seem to have taken place around this event, I wonder about the impact of bulldozing all that dirt to cover the burn site so early on after the fire. Did they really do a thorough enough search to determine there were no bones before all that dirt was hauled in?
Comment - I think the following comment is a hoot (referring to an advanced age of 65) “Dec 22, 1968 Sunday Gazette Charleston West Virginia by Niles Jackson “Mrs. Sodder, a most alert woman even today at age 65,…”
***** What a sad story. It took less than a minute to get results for an amazing story of injustice to an entire family.
*** In a case like this, it is difficult to tell [what happened]. Too much speculation without facts would be unwise. I would have to read the original documents to form a valid and knowledgeable opinion. I do wonder it the vertebrae that were found at the site are still preserved and could be DNA tested for a positive ID. I can also say that the children in the photo look unhappy and perhaps haunted. No matter how you look at it, it's a sad, heart-rending story.
For nearly four decades, anyone driving down Route 16 near Fayetteville, West Virginia, could see a billboard bearing the grainy images of five children, all dark- haired and solemn-eyed, their names and ages—Maurice, 14; Martha 12; Louis, 9; Jennie, 8; Betty, 5—stenciled beneath, along with speculation about what happened to them. Fayetteville was and is a small town, with a main street that doesn’t run longer than a hundred yards, and rumors always played a larger role in
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2. What is the significance of the last photo on the right?
3. What do you think happened?
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1. Five children of George and Jennie Sodder disappeared when their house caught fire on Christmas Eve 1945. The couple erected the sign to solicit leads on the whereabouts of their children.
2. In 1968 the couple received the picture in the mail It had a note on the back indicating the young man was their lost son Louis. The envelope did not have a return address. They were not able to confirm the identity of the man.
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Jennie Sodder holding John, her first child. Courtesy of Jennie Henthorn.
Louis, Jennie and Betty still had to be up there, cowering in two bedrooms on either end of the hallway, separated by a staircase that was now engulfed in flames.
He raced back outside, hoping to reach them through the upstairs windows, but the ladder he always kept propped against the house was strangely missing. An idea struck: He would drive one of his two coal trucks up to the house and climb atop it to reach the windows. But even though they’d functioned perfectly the day before, neither would start now. He ransacked his mind for another option. He tried to scoop water from a rain barrel but found it frozen solid. Five of his children were stuck somewhere inside those great, whipping ropes of smoke. He didn’t notice that his arm was slick with blood, that his voice hurt from screaming their names.
His daughter Marion sprinted to a neighbor’s home to call the Fayetteville Fire Department but couldn’t get any operator response. A neighbor who saw the blaze made a call from a nearby tavern, but again no operator responded. Exasperated, the neighbor drove into town and tracked down Fire Chief F.J. Morris, who initiated Fayetteville’s version of a fire alarm: a “phone tree” system whereby one firefighter phoned another, who phoned another. The fire department was only two and a half miles away but the crew didn’t arrive until 8 am, by which point the Sodders’ home had been reduced to a smoking pile of ash.
George and Jeannie assumed that five of their children were dead, but a brief search of the grounds on Christmas Day turned up no trace of remains. Chief Morris suggested that the blaze had been hot enough to completely cremate the bodies. A state police inspector combed the rubble and attributed the fire to faulty wiring. George covered the basement with five feet of dirt, intending to preserve the site as a memorial. The coroner’s office issued five death certificates just before the new year, attributing the causes to “fire or suffocation.”
But the Sodders had begun to wonder if their children were still alive.
George Sodder was born Giorgio Soddu in Tula, Sardinia in 1895, and immigrated to the United States in 1908, when he was 13. An older brother who had accompanied him to Ellis Island immediately returned to Italy, leaving George on his own. He found work on the Pennsylvania railroads, carrying water and supplies to the laborers, and after a few years moved to Smithers, West Virginia. Smart and ambitious, he first worked as a driver and then launched his own trucking company, hauling dirt for construction and later freight and coal. One day he walked into a local store called the Music Box and met the owners’
daughter, Jennie Cipriani, who had come over from Italy when she was 3
They married and had 10 children between 1923 and 1943, and settled in Fayetteville, West Virginia, an Appalachian town with a small but active Italian immigrant community. The Sodders were, said one county magistrate, “one of the most respected middle-class families around.” George held strong opinions about everything from business to current events and politics, but was, for some reason, reticent to talk about his youth. He never explained what had happened back in Italy to make him want to leave.
The Sodders planted flowers across the space where their house had stood and began to stitch together a series of odd moments leading up to the fire. There was a stranger
who appeared at the home a few months earlier, back in the fall, asking about hauling work. He meandered to the back of the house, pointed to two separate fuse boxes, and said, “This is going to cause a fire someday.” Strange, George thought, especially since he had just had the wiring checked by the local power company, which pronounced it in fine condition. Around the same time, another man tried to sell the family life insurance and became irate when George declined. “Your goddamn house is going up in smoke,” he warned, “and your children are going to be destroyed. You are going to be paid for the dirty remarks you have been making about Mussolini.” George was indeed outspoken about his dislike for the Italian dictator, occasionally engaging in heated arguments with other members of Fayetteville’s Italian
community, and at the time didn’t take the man’s threats seriously. The older Sodder sons also recalled something peculiar: Just before Christmas, they noticed a man parked along U.S. Highway 21, intently watching the younger kids as they came home from school.
Around 12:30 Christmas morning, after the children had opened a few presents and everyone had gone to sleep, the shrill ring of the telephone broke the quiet. Jennie rushed to answer it. An unfamiliar female voice asked for an unfamiliar name. There was raucous laughter and glasses clinking in the background. Jennie said, “You have the wrong number,” and hung up. Tiptoeing back to bed, she noticed that all of the downstairs lights were still on and the curtains open. The front door was unlocked. She saw Marion asleep on the sofa in the living room and assumed that the other kids were upstairs in bed. She turned out the lights, closed the curtains, locked the door and returned to her room. She had just begun to doze when she heard one sharp, loud bang
on the roof, and then a rolling noise. An hour later she was roused once again, this time by heavy smoke curling into her room.
Jennie couldn’t understand how five children could perish in a fire and leave no bones, no flesh, nothing. She conducted a private experiment, burning animal bones—chicken bones, beef joints, pork chop bones—to see if the fire consumed them. Each time she was left with a heap of charred bones. She knew that remnants of various household appliances had been found in the burned-out basement, still identifiable. An employee at a crematorium informed her that bones remain after bodies are burned for two hours at 2,000 degrees. Their house was destroyed in 45 minutes.
The collection of odd moments grew. A telephone repair man told the Sodders that their lines appeared to have been cut, not burned. They realized that if the fire had been electrical—the result of “faulty wiring,” as the official reported stated—then the power would have been dead, so how to explain the lighted downstairs rooms? A witness came forward claiming he saw a man at the fire scene taking a block and tackle used for removing car engines; could he be the reason George’s trucks refused to start? One day, while the family was visiting the site, Sylvia found a hard rubber object in the yard. Jennie recalled hearing the hard thud on the roof, the rolling sound. George concluded it was a napalm “pineapple bomb” of the type used in warfare.
Then came the reports of sightings. A woman claimed to have seen the missing children peering from a passing car while the fire was in progress. A woman operating a tourist stop between Fayetteville and Charleston, some 50 miles west, said she saw the children the morning after the fire. “I served them breakfast,” she told police. “There was a car with Florida license plates at the tourist court, too.” A woman at a Charleston hotel saw the children’s photos in a newspaper and said she had seen four of the five a week after the fire. “The children were accompanied by two women and two men, all of Italian extraction,” she said in a statement. “I do not remember the exact date. However, the entire party did register at the hotel and stayed in a large room with several beds. They registered about midnight. I tried to talk to the children in a friendly manner, but the men appeared hostile and refused to allow me to talk to these children…. One of the men looked at me in a hostile manner; he turned around and began talking rapidly in Italian. Immediately, the whole party stopped talking to me. I sensed that I was being frozen out and so I said nothing more. They left early the next morning.”
In 1947, George and Jennie sent a letter about the case to the Federal Bureau of Investigation and received a reply from J. Edgar Hoover: “Although I would like to be of service, the matter related appears to be of local character and does not come within the investigative jurisdiction of this bureau.” Hoover’s agents said they would assist if they could get permission from the local authorities, but the Fayetteville police and fire departments declined the offer.
Next the Sodders turned to a private investigator named C.C. Tinsley, who discovered that the insurance salesman who had threatened George was a member of the coroner’s jury that deemed the fire accidental. He also heard a curious story from a Fayetteville minister about F.J. Morris, the fire chief. Although Morris had claimed no remains were found, he supposedly confided that he’d discovered “a heart” in the ashes. He hid it inside a dynamite box and buried it at the scene.
Tinsley persuaded Morris to show them the spot. Together they dug up the box and took it straight to a local funeral director, who poked and prodded the “heart” and concluded it was beef liver, untouched by the fire. Soon afterward, the Sodders heard rumors that the fire chief had told others that the contents of the box had not been found in the fire at all, that he had buried the beef liver in the rubble in the hope that finding any remains would placate the family enough to stop the investigation.
Over the next few years the tips and leads continued to come. George saw a newspaper photo of schoolchildren in New York City and was convinced that one of them was his daughter Betty. He drove to Manhattan in search of the child, but her parents refused to speak to him. In August 1949, the Sodders decided to mount a new search at the fire scene and brought in a Washington, D.C. pathologist named Oscar B. Hunter. The excavation was thorough, uncovering several small objects: damaged coins, a partly burned dictionary and several shards of vertebrae. Hunter sent the bones to the Smithsonian Institution, which issued the following report:
The human bones consist of four lumbar vertebrae belonging to one individual. Since the transverse recesses are fused, the age of this individual at death should have been 16 or 17 years. The top limit of age should be about 22 since the centra, which normally fuse at 23, are still unfused. On this basis, the bones show greater skeletal maturation than one would expect for a 14- year-old boy (the oldest missing Sodder child). It is however possible, although not probable, for a boy 14 ½ years old to show 16-17 maturation.
The vertebrae showed no evidence that they had been exposed to fire, the report said, and “it is very strange that no other bones were found in the allegedly careful evacuation of the basement of the house.” Noting that the house reportedly burned for only about half an hour or so, it said that “one would expect to find the full skeletons of the five children, rather than only four vertebrae.” The bones, the report concluded, were most likely in the supply of dirt George used to fill in the basement to create the memorial for his children.
The Smithsonian report prompted two hearings at the Capitol in Charleston, after which Governor Okey L. Patterson and State Police Superintendent W.E. Burchett told the Sodders their search was “hopeless” and declared the case closed. Undeterred, George and Jennie erected the billboard along Route 16 and passed out flyers offering a $5,000 reward for information leading to the recovery of their children. They soon increased the amount to $10,000. A letter arrived from a woman in St. Louis saying the oldest girl, Martha, was in a convent there. Another tip came from Texas, where a patron in a bar overheard an incriminating conversation about a long-ago Christmas Eve fire in West Virginia. Someone in Florida claimed the children were staying with a distant relative of Jennie’s. George traveled the country to investigate each lead, always returning home without any answers.
In 1968, more than 20 years after the fire, Jennie went to get the mail and found an envelope addressed only to her. It was
postmarked in Kentucky but had no return address. Inside was a photo of a man in his mid-20s. On its flip side a cryptic handwritten note read: “Louis Sodder. I love brother Frankie. Ilil Boys. A90132 or 35.” She and George couldn’t deny the resemblance to their Louis, who was 9 at the time of the fire. Beyond the obvious similarities—dark curly hair, dark brown eyes—they had the same straight, strong nose, the same upward tilt of the left
“Missing or Dead?” Greensboro News and Record, November 18, 1984; “Hope of Life in ’45 Fire Still Burns, Boston Daily Record, December 24, 1960; “The Children Who Went Up in Smoke,” Inside Detective, February 1968.
Interview with Jennie Henthorn, granddaughter of George and Jennie Sodder and daughter of Sylvia Sodder Paxton; Smithsonian pathologist report supplied by Jennie Henthorn; informal statement of Marion Sodder, supplied by Jennie Henthorn.