This is not from a diary, but sketches an incident that turned up among the papers left by my parents, Ruth and John Kellogg. It's in John's handwriting, hastily written on the "scrap paper" with an ad for his bandage business on the other side. I know he wrote it at 6:15 AM, but don't know the day or the year. My guess is in the late 1950s or 1960s. The neighbor he mentions is not familiar to me, so I was not living at home at that point.
"I went to the garage and found door jammed. Would not open. I raised it a foot & crawled under & was looking at it when 2 men with guns rushed up & said to come out. They said they had said they were police officers, but if so I did not hear them.
Citro girl & boyfriend were held up as they came home about 4 AM from a dance. The Citro garage door makes noise so the girl, not yet asleep, heard door being opened. Citro put on garage light & burglar rushed away. Police said they saw me crawl under the door & figured I was the burglar.
Good thing I got a good heart!
Never had anything like this before."
I've never heard this story before, nor did I know the Citro family, who must have lived nearby, either on Linden or Euclid in Oak Park. Both streets shared our alley. Evidentally the attempted burglary was after the boyfriend dropped off the Citro girl at her house. John usually left for work by 5 AM, so the fact that he wrote this note at 6:15 is telling. He was upset enough to get off schedule - and doubtless was interviewed by the police as well, though his driver's license would have quickly proven who he was. I wonder if the burglar first tried the Kellogg door, accidentally jamming it.
So far I haven't found out anything else, but perhaps a newspaper or The Oak Leaves might have covered the story. This is not part of Pieces of a Life.
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