Bundy Miscellaneous.

Seattle Yacht Club & Mrs. Sybil Ferris.

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A Washington state institution for well over a century, the Seattle Yacht Club is located at 1807 East Hamlin Street in the Montlake neighborhood of Seattle, WA. Where it was technically established in 1879, the club remained slow-growing and mostly uneventful until 1909, when it joined forces with the Elliott Bay Yacht Club. Like most businesses, it has experienced both high and low points over the years, including the Great Depression, both world wars, and societal/economical changes. 

The yacht club really came into its own after WW I when the Lake Washington Ship Canal was completed and it was relocated to a beautiful new location on the eastern shore of Portage Bay, where it remains to this day (as of August 2024). Founded by the city’s social and financial elite, it now has over 2,500 members and is constantly evolving and striving to get better as time goes by. I will say that its absolutely beautiful, and luckily when I visited in April 2022 it was on a lovely day and I was able to walk around a bit while I took my pictures.

Ted Bundy was (briefly) employed at the yacht club beginning in the fall of 1967, however nobody seems to be exactly sure of when he was there: per the ‘TB Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992,’ he started there as a busboy sometime in September (that part appears to be universally agreed on) but was fired after a brief period for stealing food. Now, the discrepancy mostly lies in when he was let go: his friend (and the clubs ‘elderly’ pastry chef) Sibyl Ferris said that he was fired after only six weeks, however true crime author Ann Rule said that the position lasted for six months. Additionally, in Robert A. Dielenberg’s ‘TB: A Visual Timeline,’ the author states that Bundy parked cars at the establishment until January 1968, and police files report that he left on January 13, 1968, which means he worked there for anywhere from four to five months.

Ted’s one-time coworker Mrs. Ferris described him as a ‘peculiar boy’ that always seemed to be ‘sneaking around.’ After he was let go the two maintained their ‘friendship,’ although she suspected that he only did this so that he could ‘borrow’ things from her: on multiple occasions she let him borrow her car, and despite him promising to return it by midnight, he often wouldn’t get back until 3 or 4 AM.

The following are excerpts from the Seattle Police Department archives (courtesy of archives.org) with information related to Bundys ‘relationship’ with the Seattle Yacht Club. For whatever reason there are a TON of spelling errors, and I tried to clean it up the best I could but despite my best efforts there are still parts that are unclear. Remember that’s not my fault, and please be gentle. I’m a sensitive snowflake.

‘Mrs. Ferris is 69 years old but has a good memory of her dealings with Ted Bundy. She advised that she met him about 5 years ago when he was working as a bus boy at the Seattle Yacht Club. Another person that knew him well there is Kenny Gilman, who is now the chef at the Moose Club by the Seattle Center. Mrs. Ferris recalled Bundy taking men home who were drunk and other employees suspected him of trying to ‘roll’ the customers after hours. She also remembered a young secretary whom Bundy took up into the ‘Crow’s nest’ for sexual purposes, Bundy is a schemer and a sneak according to Mrs. Ferris, and would befriend older people like herself and live with or off of them. He had little or no money and would borrow money and fail to repay it. He would often borrow Mrs. Ferris’ car and be gone into the night, Mrs. Ferris later thought Bundy might be robbing but was afraid of him at the time and still is and requests her name not be used. She got Bundy a job at the Olympic Hotel as a busboy and he worked there for a few months as he did at the Yacht Club. Persons at the Olympic suspected Bundy of brewing into the employees lockers and on one occasion Bundy showed Mrs. Ferris a waiter’s uniform (new) that he said he had taken from the Olympic, It was around this time Bundy borrowed some of Mrs. Ferris’s China and silver to put on some special sort of dinner for his girlfriend who was a high class girl from San Francisco, Bundy had showed Mrs. Ferris how he planned to prepare and serve an excellent dinner to the girl and put on a British accent for Mrs. Perris, During this time Bundy had borrowed a car from someone but later got a VW in Tacoma which needed a good deal of work, Bundy also had a job at a Safeway store on Queen Anne Hill, stocking.’

‘Ted had a friend who lived on Sunnyside Ave. Pi. who owned an antique.. whose in his home and also worked in a prison. Bundy lived with this man for a while, Bundy had a black wig that he showed Mrs. Ferris and Mrs. Ferris also saw a picture of him during the Rosellini-Evans campaign wearing a wig. On it one occasion Mrs. Ferris drove Ted to Diane’s (the girlfriend’s) house of Greenlake, and another time she. went to the ocean on business and Ted went with her. They also made a trip to Mossyrock, and at other times Bundy would take the car to “visit his parents”. He borrowed’ Mrs. Ferris’s, phone to make a lot of calls… ‘The last time Mrs. Ferris saw Bundy was in the Post Office on the Ave. before he left for Salt Lake. They had small talk at that time.’

‘Earing the time she knew him best he never talked about going, to law school. She also vaguely remembers seeing Ted at the Albertson’s store in Greenlake with a cast on his arm. Mrs. Ferris remembers Ted going to Ellensburg frequently and to meet friends from there to go skiing. He would ski at Snoqualmie Pass or Crystal Mountain, When he went to Aspen Ted had new, imported ski equipment – something he could not well afford. She has no idea where he got his money and recalls him mentioning he had a strict home life. Mrs. Ferris took r/0 to locates the places she knew Ted lived in. She was unable to locate, the address on 17th but will look again and call this office. She also showed K/O Bundy’s residence by the Seattle Yacht Club.’

Kathy McChesney from the King County Sheriff’s Department also commented that: ‘Mrs. Ferris recalls about four years ago Bundy coming to her house on a rainy day in a grey VW, He had a 6-10 year old boy with him and said they were going horseback riding in Issaquah and borrowed an umbrella. Bundy told Mrs. Ferris his father was a chef.’

The following are excerpts from Ann Rule’s controversial true crime classic, ‘The Stranger Beside Me’ regarding his time at the Seattle Yacht Club (Beatrice Sloan is a pseudonym for Sibyl Ferris, in an attempt to protect her identity): 

‘Ted worked a series of menial, low-paying jobs to pay his way through college: in a posh Seattle yacht club as a busboy, at Seattle’s venerable Olympic Hotel as a busboy, at a Safeway store stocking shelves, in a surgical supply house as a stockboy, as a legal messenger, as a shoe clerk. He left most of these jobs of his own accord — usually after only a few months. Safeway personnel files evaluated him as “only fair,” and noted that he had simply failed to come to work one day. Both the surgical supply house and the messenger service hired him twice, however, and termed him a pleasant, dependable employee (Rule, 13).’

‘Ted became friends in August of 1967 with sixty-year- old Beatrice Sloan, who worked at the yacht club. Mrs. Sloan, a widow, found the young college student a lovable rascal, and Ted could talk her into almost anything when they worked at the yacht club together for the next six months and then for many years after. She arranged for his job at the Olympic Hotel, a job that lasted only a month; other employees reported they suspected he was rifling lockers. Mrs. Sloan was somewhat shocked when Ted showed her a uniform that he had stolen from the hotel, but she put it down as a boyish prank, as she would rationalize so many of his actions (Rule,13-14).’

‘Several years ago when Ted was out of the University of Washington he took a trip to Philadelphia to visit an uncle in politics. Mrs. Ferris took him to the plane and gave him $100 which she later tried to get back and called Mrs. Bundy looking for Ted, Mrs. Bundy said that Mrs. Ferris was a fool to give Ted that money, and she’d never get it back and Ted was a stranger around there.’

‘When Ted returned from Philadelphia Mrs. Ferris took him to the airport again: he was going to Aspen, Colorado to be a ski instructor. Mrs. Ferris was going to knit Ted a ski hat but he already had one, possibly white, that fit over the face. She also recalled mention of his seeing his girlfriend from San Francisco at Aspen, Bundy had a key to McMahon Kali and sometimes would go inside and sleep when he had no other place to sleep. He went for some time with this girl who attended Stanford and had a desire to go to Taiwan to get out of the army.’

‘Ted also called Beatrice Sloan, his old friend from the Seattle yacht club. She found him the same as he’d always been, full of plans and adventures. He told her he’d been to Philadelphia, where he’d seen his rich uncle, and that he was on his way to Aspen, Colorado, to become a ski instructor (Rule, 18).’

While editing this article in August 2024 I did some digging (just a little bit) into Ted’s friend, Mrs. Ferris, and the first thing that jumped out to me is that her first name is frequently spelled wrong: it’s spelled Sibyl and not Sybil. Born Sibyl Templeton on February 6, 1906 (which means when Bundy befriended her in September of 1967 she would have been sixty-one years old), she was a widow at the time that she met Ted at the Yacht Club (her husband Steve died on November 8, 1961). She passed away on August 2,1980 from cardiac arrest, and interestingly enough, on her death certificate physical therapist is listed as her occupation, which is a far cry from being a pastry chef (this isn’t meant to be judgmental, I admire people who are talented at multiple things).

The Seattle Yacht Club in 1926.
An older picture of the Seattle Yacht Club courtesy of The Seattle Yacht Club.
A second older picture of the Seattle Yacht Club courtesy of The Seattle Yacht Club.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
Taken by a drain in front of the Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
The Seattle Yacht Club in April, 2022.
A blurb from a line in a newspaper mentioning that Little Sibyl Templeton broke her right wrist published in The Daily Herald on July 11, 1916.
A newspaper clipping about the death of Sibyl Ferris’s husband published in The Daily Herald on November 8, 1961. The couple had a son together named William.
The residence of Sybli Ferris, located at 736 NE 56th St in Seattle (I learned this from Detective Kathy McChesney’s case file notes).
A portion of Kathy McChesney’s 1972-73 case file notes related to Bundy mentioning Sybil Ferris.
A second portion of Kathy McChesney’s 1972-73 case file notes related to Bundy mentioning Sybil Ferris.
A third portion of Kathy McChesney’s 1972-73 case file notes related to Bundy mentioning Sybil Ferris.
The death certificate of Sibyl Ferris.

The Cascade Mountains: Bundy’s Final Resting Place… (but, not really).

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“In a will signed the night before his execution, Ted Bundy asked that his body be cremated and the ashes spread over Washington state’s Cascade Mountains, where at least four of his victims’ bodies were found, a newspaper reported.
The will prepared by Bundy’s civil attorney, Diana Weiner, was released by Florida State Prison officials Wednesday at the request of The Florida Times- Union in Jacksonville, which reported the story in Thursday’s editions.
‘Diana A. Weiner will contact family and friends as to any services. The ashes are to be spread over the Washington Cascade Mountains,’ Bundy stated in the will.
The will did not give a specific location for the ashes, and attempts by The Associated Press to reach Ms. Weiner by telephone were unsuccessful.
Sandy Williams, co-owner of the Williams-Thomas Funeral Home in Gainesville where Bundy’s body was sent, would not give details about the final disposition of the body because of an agreement with Ms. Weiner.
‘There will be no public funeral as of right now,’ Williams said. ‘We do not believe there will be a public funeral in the future.’
Bundy was executed Tuesday at Florida State Prison near Starke for the February 1978 murder of Kimberly Leach, 12, of Lake City. He also was convicted of two other Florida deaths and is suspected in at least 50 deaths nationwide.
He was suspected in as many as 15 rapes and murders of young women in Washington while he lived in the Seattle area in the mid-1970s. Four of his victims’ bodies were found on Taylor Mountain in the foothills of the Cascades.
In the typewritten will, Bundy gave Ms. Weiner control over his remains, personal property and assets, including mail sent to him at the prison.
Prison records show Bundy’s personal property included a radio with a headphone, a gold-tone chain with a cross, a religious book, stationery, a gold wedding band and a bottle of suntan lotion.
He also had $709.66 in cash, money donated by family and friends for snacks and other items from the prison canteen.
The items were inventoried Tuesday and picked up at the prison by Ms. Weiner, said Department of Corrections spokesman Bob Macmaster.
Volusia County State Attorney John Tanner, a friend of Bundy’s who visited him often in recent years, was designated to handle the arrangements if Ms. Weiner was unable to do so.”

‘Bundy Wanted Cremation, Ashes Spread Over Cascades.’ Published January 25, 1989. Taken July 27, 2022 from AP News.com.”

“After Bundy’s death, celebrants cheered at the departure of the van carrying his remains to Gainesville, where he would be cremated. But the party ended there. Bundy was dead, and the evil he had carried was apparently gone from the world. Vendors packed up their souvenirs and counted their earnings. Spectators rolled up their signs, piled into their cars, and drove back home. Camera crews dismantled the equipment and left in search of the next story. And Ted Bundy’s ashes, along with all his other earthly possessions, were given to his attorney, with the instructions that they be scattered at an undisclosed location in Washington’s Cascade Range, in lieu of a public funeral. In many ways, he’d already had one.
Bundy had disposed of two of his victims in Lake Sammamish State Park, and of another two on Taylor Mountain, both locations west of Seattle and not far from the Washington Cascades. It was in these secluded, wooded areas that he revisited his victims for hours at a time, possessing them as fully as one human being can ever possess another. (In his interviews with Aynesworth and Michaud, Bundy described his fondness for theft, and how the joy of ownership was, for him, far superior to the thrill of the crime.) It is not so far-fetched to guess that there may be other, undiscovered bodies somewhere in the Washington Cascades—perhaps one, perhaps a dozen, perhaps all of them clustered in the undisclosed location where Bundy’s ashes were laid to rest.
The truly remarkable thing about the disposal of Bundy’s remains, however, is how little anyone seemed to care what happened to them. Anyone who followed the Bundy case with even the vaguest interest can piece together the likelihood of his remains mingling with those of his victims. Yet the fate of his body became a nonissue once it became just that—the fate of a body, and not of a man.
If we are to believe in evil—evil as a substance, as nonhuman dark matter that sometimes comes to rest in human bodies, as something as intangible yet identifiable as a soul—then what happens when the person who possesses it dies? The people who clustered outside Florida State Prison on the morning of Bundy’s execution seemed to believe that it would simply dissipate, and would perhaps descend to hell just as a soul ascends to heaven. Yet this is a fiction that perpetuates the same blind spot that allowed Bundy to seem above suspicion for so long. If “evil” is an unknown quantity, a supernatural presence in an otherwise normal human body, then we will fail to suspect the seemingly normal humans surrounding us—let alone a handsome, successful, intelligent young man—of harboring “evil” impulses. Bundy, unable to acknowledge the enormity of his crimes until it was clear that doing so was his only hope at survival, comforted himself with the same fiction by describing “the entity” and “the personality”—two separate beings coexisting within the same body. But there was no entity. There was no pure evil or “special kind of malevolence.” Bundy wasn’t possessed, nor was he a larger-than-life monster. Though psychologically atypical, he was in all other ways a normal, flesh-and-blood member of the human race, and his death was the same as anyone else’s. No great evil departed the world at the moment he died. No one was safer. No one’s life was measurably improved. The human capacity for evil actions remained unaltered: greater in some, but present in every man, woman, and child on earth.
Ultimately, the scattering of Bundy’s ashes in the Cascades is a testament to his humanity, and a crucial reminder to us that he was human after all. He may have committed brutal crimes in Washington’s parks and woods, but they were also areas that he loved the same way the rest of us do: the way we love the beauty of an area that will live long after us; the way we love a place that affords us peace; the way we love our home. And Bundy himself, though no longer able to cause us harm, is still present in our world, his earthly remains at rest in one of the most beautiful parts of the country. They have no magic qualities. They pose no threat to the area they inhabit. They are, in the end, the remains of a human being—no more, no less.”

Marshall, Sarah. “The Earthly Remains: Revisiting Ted Bundy.” January 4, 2013. Taken July 27, 2022 from https://www.orderofthegooddeath.com/article/the-earthly-remains-revisiting-ted-bundy/.

An old shot of The Cascade Mountains.
An old shot of The Cascade Mountains.
The Cascade Mountains.
The Cascade Mountains.
The Cascade Mountains.
The Cascade Mountains.
The Cascade Mountains.
The Cascade Mountains.
The entrance to Taylor Mountain, photo courtesy of oddstops.com.
Taylor Mountain, April 2022.
Taylor Mountain, April 2022.

Why?

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So… a few people have inquired why this group is called ‘The Yellow Beetle,’ as Ted’s Beetle has been described as tan. Or gold. Or bronze. Or even light brown.

Well, personally I look at it and I see yellow. If I were to describe it, I would call it a yellow Bug. But I think that adds to the mystery.

Eleanore Rose.

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I was looking up information on Denise Naslund when I stumbled upon this picture of her Mother, Eleanore Mary (Deeb) Naslund when she was younger, before the tragic loss of her daughter.

I don’t think it’s possible to measure grief. No one can say, ‘that family’ had a harder time dealing with the loss of their daughter; they mourned longer and on a deeper level than the others.’ We don’t know what’s going on inside someone’s head or how they act behind closed doors.

However, I can say for ABSOLUTE certain that Ted Bundy destroyed Eleanore’s life. Look at that beautiful smile and those bright, sparkling eyes. One of the kindest compliments I ever recieved was, ‘your smile goes up to your eyes.’ That is the first thing I thought of when I saw this picture. Every single time I see this poor woman in a photograph or documentary it breaks my heart a little more. Her sadness is palpable. I don’t even want to do a side by side with her in later years, I don’t want to take away from the beauty of this picture.

Whenever you want to glamorize or sexualize a monster like Ted Bundy, think of this woman and what he put her through.

Benjamin Lawrence “Larry” Baker.

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I’m not going to be able to post a full article but I just wanted to stop and talk about one of the unconfirmed victims families:

In 1974, Brenda Joy Baker was 14 when she was found brutally murdered in Pierce County, WA. Her older brother Benjamin Lawrence “Larry” Baker. (below) was born December 4, 1956 and passed away at 25 in 1982. Brenda’s younger brother was born in 1960 and sadly only lived until he was 21.

I’m re-watching Primes ‘Falling for a Killer,’ and listening to Lynda Ann Healy’s sister speak about how Bundy’s actions had lifelong effects on her family made me think of the Baker family. On top of losing their daughter (murder is such a senseless act), they also experienced two other very early losses; no parent should have to bury their children, and they buried all three. Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.

Benjamin Baker.

Brick.

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So, it’s common knowledge that everything Ted Bundy has been done before. Whether it be books. Movies. Documentaries. Podcasts. It’s mostly the same information over and over again. On one hand, we know next to nothing about his crimes but what we do know has been studied and analyzed TO. DEATH. Finding content that is still engaging, relevant, and ‘fresh’ has been a bit of a challenge. So, this article is going to be about a brick. Yes, that’s right: I am writing the equivalent of a 5-page paper around a brick I found on campus at the University of Puget Sound.

Unfortunately, I’m not finding my summer course as easy as I was hoping it would be, so I haven’t been able to write as much as I would like to. In April when I was in Washington, I spent over 24 hours in Tacoma (complete with missing my bus back to Seattle so I had to stay overnight at their lovely Comfort Inn & Suites). Most of my sightseeing involved many house-visits (I went to Ted’s Uncle Jack’s former residence, all three Bundy homes, and little Ann Marie Burrs old house), but what I found to be the most pleasant of my sightseeing was my visit to the University of Puget Sound. I know only my friends really care about ME, but I’m a fairly social person and not having very much human contact during my eight-day trip had a very negative affect on my mental health. I feel it was a combination of the loneliness mixed with the negativity that almost clung in the atmosphere around me that made me feel despondent. I noticed this feeling got exponentially worse when I rented a vehicle and started going to 8-9 places a day. I came home and was an absolute raging megabitch to my husband for a good 3-4 weeks and I have no explanation for it. A darkness crept into my head that I’ve never felt before. When I went to Philadelphia, I made sure it was just an overnight trip (even though I was tempted to stay a second night I went home immediately) and any Bundy related traveling in the future will be done with a girlfriend.

Anyways, the point of my rambling is, my visit to The University of Puget Sound stands out a bit in my mind because I was around other people and was able to interact a bit with some students and professionals. I feel SO bad because I never got their names but the girls at the university-run café were VERY sweet and patiently answered all of my questions and even pretended to be interested in my project. So, if any of you are reading this (I told them the name of the blog) thank you for your time and insights; I really enjoyed my cup of earl gray as well. I do want to mention, I drank a LOT of tea in Seattle: there were Starbucks and bubble tea shops EVERYWHERE. Seriously, every other storefront was a coffee shop. I know I’ve expressed in previous posts that I was hesitant to bring up the purpose of my visit during my time in Washington because I didn’t want to rub anyone the wrong way or seem disrespectful, but if I didn’t start talking to these lovely young women I would have missed out on a few REALLY cool Bundy-related things, one of which I’ve never seen before. I also learned that Mrs. Bundy worked at the university during the time of the murders and that she even has a memorial stone near their fountain on campus (I thought she worked in the office at her church until she retired). Louise worked as a secretary for the communications and theater departmentsinthe oldest building on campus, Jones Hall. The girls excitedly went on to tell me about how he lived on campus in either Schiff or Anderson/Langdon Hall but… unfortunately after some research I learned that information was incorrect: Ted lived at home with his family in Tacoma during his first stint at the university, and when he returned in 1973 for law school he resided at the Rogers rooming house on 12th Avenue in Seattle. So, logically I immediately ran over and got a few million photos of both buildings. They also told me that the law school used to be in Thompson Hall, which also unfortunately isn’t true: I asked a woman who appeared friendly where the former law school was located, and she informed me that it was completely off campus. She seemed to be around my mothers age and seemed only mildly interested in answering my question: when the friend she was waiting for arrived she stopped talking to me mid-sentence and went over to say hello. So, whatever…

So, to the girls at the cafe: one out of three ain’t bad… Interestingly, the law school eventually was moved from Tacoma to Seattle and now goes by a completely different name, the Seattle University School of Law. It is described as a ‘professional graduate school affiliated with Seattle University.’ So, perhaps Bundy wasn’t too off track when he said it was subpar, as it obviously needed some form of revamping. The brick was a neat find though, and the campus was really pretty. I also got some pictures of the communications/theater building where Mrs. Bundy worked.
I read an article that in over that years ago, Tacoma librarians had to worry about yearbooks being destroyed because Bundyphiles would rip out entire pages that had Ted’s pictures on them (he attended Woodrow Wilson High School, now called the Dr. Dolores Silas HS). However, they said more recently people have stopped inquiring about the serial killer and his name has faded into nothingness… Perhaps this is because everything about Bundy is simply a Google search away? I don’t think it’s because interest in Ted has faded… in fact, I think it’s the complete opposite.

I am going to say that it was incredibly eerie being on the school grounds knowing there was a good chance that Ted *may* have disposed of little Ann Marie Burr’s body there, somewhere on campus. It’s a well-known theory that the young girl could have been Bundy’s first victim in late August of 1961 when he was 14 and she was just 8. Two of my favorite Bundy myths are associated with the Burr case, the first is that Bundy was the family’s paperboy at the time of Ann’s disappearance (he wasn’t). The Burrs lived 3.1 miles away from the Bundy’s (which is only a 20-minute bike ride), and only 0.1 miles away from the University of Puget Sound. My second favorite is that Ted’s Uncle Jack Cowell was Ann’s piano teacher; he wasn’t.

The school was in the middle of a large expansion project at the time in the summer of 1961, and was in the middle of constructing eight new buildings on campus. Donald Burr claimed that he saw a teenage boy that resembled Bundy digging a hole in a construction site and kicking dirt into it on the schools campus the morning his daughter disappeared. By the time law enforcement got around to investigating it was too late, and the project had advanced to the point of not being able to find any trace of the little girl. If Bundy did indeed dispose of Ann Marie’s body somewhere on the campus at the University of Puget Sound it must have been a real rush to attend classes there: every time he went to a function on campus, he would have revisited a victim, in a way. After just two semesters he left the school in 1966 and transferred to the University of Washington for a brief period to study Chinese. Shortly after he dropped out of school completely and worked an array of menial jobs across Seattle while also volunteering for Nelson Rockefeller’s presidential campaign.

Bundy eventually got his shit together enough (after screwing around at Temple University in Philadelphia for six months in early 1969) and went back to the University of Washington, earning a Bachelor’s degree ‘with distinction’ in psychology in 1972. The following year he went back to the University at Puget Sound, this time for law school. He eventually dropped out again (this is a pattern with Ted) and got a job as the assistant director of the Seattle Crime Prevention Advisory Commission. I don’t mean to get too off track, but I just wanted to point out something I learned just now… it’s widely known that Diane Edwards was Ted’s first real heartbreak, and after he made a name for himself in Washington politics he won her back, even going to far as to propose marriage, which she happily accepted. However, on January 3, 1974, Ted coldly ended things with her without reason, essentially getting his revenge for being dumped by her years prior. It was the very next day that he assaulted and left for dead Karen Sparks, his first (confirmed) victim. I suppose I never thought about the timing of that breakup and how it worked around the murders. Anyways, as everyone knows Bundy moved to Salt Lake City in fall of 1974 and went on to attend the University of Utah’s law school until he was arrested by Bob Hayworth on August 16, 1975. The rest, as they say, is history…

Bundy denied any involvement with Ann Marie Burr’s disappearance. Before his death, the killer was even in correspondence with Beverly Burr, who pleaded with Ted for information about her daughter: ‘I feel like YOUR FIRST MURDER WAS OUR ANN MARIE BURR. The bench from the back yard was used to climb into the living room; the orchard next door was a dark setting for murder. What did you do with her tiny body?’ He wrote back saying that he knew nothing about Ann’s death. Because no real evidence connected anyone else to the crime, little Ann Marie’s case remains open to this day.

South Tacoma Way location of the University of Puget Sound School of Law, Tacoma, Washington, 1973. Photo courtesy of the University of Puget Sound.
An old picture of the Norton Clapp Law Center at the University of Puget Sound School of Law.
A more current picture of what used to be the Norton Clapp Law Center at the University of Puget Sound School of Law.
The view walking up to the University of Puget Sound, 2022.
THIS was a neat find, it’s something I NEVER would have discovered if I didn’t chat up the girls from the university café.
I didn’t know Mrs. Bundy worked at the university; I was under the impression she was the secretary at her church and that was the job she held her entire career. But, like so many other things, I was wrong. I didn’t know Mrs. Bundy worked at the university; I was under the impression she was the secretary at her church and that was the job she held her entire career. But, like so many other things, I was wrong.
Jones Hall at the University at Puget Sound where Mrs. Bundy worked for many years until her retirement, April 2022.
A side view of the Burr house, April 2022. Can’t you see an adolescent Ted prowling around these bushes at night, peeking into the windows and going through trash… freaking weirdo.

“When I first saw that window open, I knew I would never see her again. I knew I would never know what happened.” … “It came to me, just like that. It was a strong feeling. When they were searching, I thought, ‘What’s the point?’ I knew she was gone, and we would never see her again.” – Beverly Burr interviewed by Rebecca Morris
A photo of the Burr’s former house, and it was absolutely lovely, especially with the tree blossoming in the front, April 2022.
The only signs of an intruder was the open living room window (left of the front door) and the footprint of someone wearing a sneaker. This photo is from 1961, I would have used one of my more recent ones but at the time of my visit the window was partially covered with bushes.
An older picture of the Burr’s house and Ann Marie. Photo courtesy of Kevin Sullivan.
Beverly Burr and her four children (Ann on far right). Fox Island, Summer 1960.
Beverly Burr pregnant with Ann.
Ann Marie Burr missing flyer, 1961.
Letter to Ted Bundy from Beverly Burr, written May 20, 1986. Photo courtesy of murderintherain.com.
Letter to Beverly Burr from Ted Bundy, written June 8, 1986. Photo courtesy of murderintherain.com.
Ted’s Uncle Jacks house, April 2022. It is only 1.3 miles away from the Burr’s house.
Ted’s Uncle Jack and his wife, Eleanor. At the time of his death in 2007 they were married for 63 years. He left behind two children: his daughter, Edna Martin and son, John DeCoville.
Diane Edwards senior photo. She didn’t end up too bad, she married a VP at a major financial company, Wells Fargo.
A photo of the Bundy home, 2012.
A photo of the Bundy’s second home, April 2022.
Google maps directions to Ann Maries house from the Bundy’s. “I had a feeling right then that I’d never see her again,” said Beverly Burr, Ann Marie’s mother.
The walk from little Ann Marie’s house to the University of Puget Sound was absurdly short, just a little over 0.1 miles.
A map of the Burrs neighborhood and where it was located compared to Bundy’s home and the University of Puget Sound, courtesy of Rebecca Morris.
The 1965/66 portion of the ‘The FBI Bundy Multiagency Investigative Team Report 1992’ showing he was at the University of Puget Sound in 1965/66.