Missing Since: 07/23/07
Missing from: Milton, North Carolina
Age at disappearance: 45
Weight: 227 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Medical Conditions: Schizophrenia
Clothing: White t-shirt and blue jeans
CIrcumstances of Disappearance
Bethea was last seen in rural Milton, North Carolina on July 23, 2007. He left Corbett’s Family Care Home and walked into the woods with another resident. The other person returned, but Bethea has never been heard from again.
He was last seen walking down Hudson Road toward N.C. 62 north at approximately 12.00pm. Tracker dogs were unable to pick up his scent anywhere. Bethea has lived in Corbett’s Family Care Home for only ten days before his disappearance.
He had previously resided at the D & H Family Care Home for about six months, but was expelled after being caught smoking a cigarette in his room, in violation of the rules. He was unhappy about having to move to a new home and complained to his mother about his life before he disappeared.
Bethea’s family does not believe he left of his own accord and they think he was injured, possibly accidently, after his disappearance.
If you have any information concerning this case, please contact:
Caswell County Sheriff’s Department
If you have any information on this case please contact CUE Center For Missing Persons using the contact form below or contact Cue Center at (910) 343-1131 24 hour tipline (910) 232-1687.
All information submitted to CUE Center For Missing Persons is confidential.
Missing: Oct 5, 2000
Missing from:Roseboro,North Carolina
DOB: Jul 16, 1996
Weight: 38 lbs
Circumstances of Disappearance:
He was last seen walking near his home and may have been walking with a tan Chihuahua and a black Doberman. The dogs were subsequently located. At the time of his disappearance, Tristen was wearing a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. He has a scar on the left side of his neck. His full name is Tristen Alan Myers but he uses the nickname “Buddy”. He may be in need of medical attention.
Sampson County Sheriff’s Office
2013-The yellow ribbons are forgotten now
By Jefferson Weaver
I ran into an old acquaintance the other day and for a moment wondered about the beautiful young woman beside him.
I was shocked to discover she was his daughter, a little girl I’ve known most of her life. She flashed a shy, embarrassed smile and jangled a key ring complicated with geegaws and fooforaw.
“I can’t believe she’s old enough to have her license,” the fellow said. I couldn’t either; she had grown up without me realizing it. Since her dad and I are not exactly close, I had only occasionally seen his girl, but it got me to thinking about other little kids.
Like most boys and girls his age, including my friend’s daughter, Buddy Myers would be driving now.
If he stayed true to the form he was showing as a four-year-old not many of us ever knew, Buddy would likely be sweating and slamming his way through September afternoons. He enjoyed football, Nascar and his great-uncle’s 18-wheeler. He loved horses and his two dogs.
Buddy went to live with his great-aunt and uncle after a series of sad events we won’t worry about right now. I have recounted those events often enough, since I’ve been writing this particular column around this date for 12 years now.
Buddy’s great-aunt laid down one beautiful October afternoon or a little nap with her boy. When she woke up, Buddy was gone.
We had gone to bed when my editor called that night and wanted me on the scene. The Old Man was sick at the time, dealing with the ailments which would take him home the next May, but Miss Rhonda and I headed for Microwave Tower Road outside of Roseboro as fast as we could.
I had been on searches before; been there to witness the cheers and tears as a little girl was found safe, and been there when a relieved pair of moms applied switches to the rear ends of two boys of around 12 who decided running away and hiding would be a great prank. They got frightened when the joke went too far and the searchers spread through the fields. While they apparently had escape and evasion skills that would do a Green Beret proud, they couldn’t escape the wrath of an angry, worried mom.A large, friendly search dog found them hiding under an abandoned house. The kids had been within earshot of—and hiding from—a hundred searchers for hours.
There would be no whippin’ for Buddy Myers. The tow-headed little boy occasionally wandered off, but never far; he went down a path to visit a neighbor’s horses, and he went behind a barn on the property play with his dogs.
He was never outside earshot of his home, and never failed to come when called.
Flashlights cut the sky as we pulled up the hill on a dusty road leading into the Myers’ home. The beams from the law enforcement Kel-lites and Maglites and Q-beams carried by everyone back then cut through the dust cloud and growing fog like laser beams. As we stopped the car, the first thing I heard was people hollering “Bobby! Bobby!”, since someone had misheard Buddy’s nickname.
My wife and I joined a search party that night, riding with two Wildlife officers as we checked the pen where Buddy went to see the horses. We fought clouds of mosquitoes, but found no sign of the missing boy.
No one did that night; a footprint seen the next day was thought to be old, and an action figure of one his favorite cartoon characters, found along another trail, was of little if any value.
We all got too close to that story; as a reporter, I’m supposed to remain objective, but I didn’t. Indeed, since the last time we observed this anniversary, I spoke to another reporter who was there, a fellow I’ve admired for years. His voice cracked when he recounted how he checked his own kids, several times a day and night, for a week afterward.
We made friends during the three-day search for Buddy; that’s where I met a loud, brash, bossy woman named Monica Caison, the founder and director of the CUE Center for Missing Persons, and we came to be close friends. Monica has hundreds of missing people in her heart and on her mind every night, since that’s what she does. She refuses to let folks forget; once in a while, she helps families say goodbye, when long-lost bones are found or a criminal confesses or, rarely, a family is reunited.
I met people during those days from other states, as well as some from my own community whom I didn’t know. None of them knew Buddy or his family, but they came to help, sleeping in tiny tents in a camp that grew beside a closed car dealership turned headquarters. Strangers shared their tents with other strangers, all of whom were there for one purpose—to help bring a little kid home to the family who loved him.
Every time a car turned into the parking lot with blue lights flashing, every time a helicopter landed, every time a radio squawked, everyone stopped and stared. We hoped, we prayed, we begged that the little boy who loved football and Nascar would come barreling out of a patrol car and into his grandma’s arms.
It never happened.
We may never know if buddy was kidnapped, as one of the cruel psychics claimed, or murdered, as the green-haired Ouija-board “master” said, or lost in one of the clay bogs a mile from his home, as many of us speculated. It was strange that his dogs came home during what was to be the last press conference of the search. There were a lot of things that never made sense, but the final word was that we didn’t know.
By the second day of the three-day search, yellow ribbons embraced utility poles all over Roseboro and “Missing” posters spread far and wide. Those yellow ribbons began to fade as more ribbons went up the next year, with the start of the war in Afghanistan and Iraq. The little boy’s disappearance was largely forgotten in the shadow of other news stories and tragedies.
Monica moved on to other missing people. I went from freelancing to working full-time; my parents passed away, as did Buddy’s great-uncle and his birth mother and others.
The yellow ribbons are forgotten now; here and there, you might find a thread or two left embedded in a utility pole, but I doubt it. For the most part, they are forgotten and faded.
But for some of us, the yellow ribbons are as stark and clear and fresh as flashlights cutting through the darkness, looking for a little kid we didn’t know and never would meet, a little kid named Buddy, who brought strangers together for three days in October and created a family.
|Weaver is a staff writer with the News Reporter. Call him at 642-4104, ext. 227; email him at email@example.com, or catch up with him on facebook.com.|
2012 Forgotten yellow ribbons
The yellow ribbons are long forgotten now.
There might be a thread or two left to remind the world of Tristen Myers,
the little boy we call Buddy, but I didn’t see anything when last I drove
through Roseboro. Perhaps there is a darker streak on a utility pole, or a
thin place on the bark of a tree, where someone tied a yellow ribbon for a
little boy who disappeared. If there was, I didn’t see it.
Buddy was just a little kid who never seemed to get a break; I won’t go into
his life before he went to live with his Great Aunt Donna, but let’s just
say it was unstable at best. His eyes stare out from the missing poster
bearing his name. In the photo, he is patiently waiting awaiting the moment
Dad says it’s time to go fishing.
Buddy disappeared – there is no other word – on Oct. 5, 2000. His great aunt laid down to take a nap, while she thought Buddy, too, was asleep.
Sometime that afternoon the four-year-old left Donna’s house on Microwave Tower Road southwest of Roseboro. He took his two dogs with him. The dogs came home several days later.
Buddy still hasn’t.
Miss Rhonda and I were nearly asleep when my editor called that night. It
was 11 p.m., and he didn’t know who else to send. It was the beginning of
three long days and nights of mosquitoes and woods paths and rumors and
I am ashamed to admit I almost forgot Buddy this year; of course, his name
is one of the list of those we remember nightly in our prayers, along with
Alice Donovan, Britannee Drexell, and Michelle Bullard.
Michelle and Alice were found; Britannee’s family is still searching, as are
hundreds, if not thousands of other families.
But the one who started it all, the one who dragged me across the line
between objectivity and emotion, the one who really helped me learn that we in the news business are writing about people, not just things – that one
I was there throughout the active search for the little boy who loved
horses, NASCAR, and his great-uncle’s eighteen-wheeler. I was there when
the helicopter pilot spotted something in his infrared camera, and a
thousand collective breaths were held until he radioed back that it was the
body of a hunting hound, not a little boy. I was there when the volunteer
count topped 1,000, as people from a dozen and a half states came to North
Carolina to help find a little boy none of them knew. I was there when a
loud, bossy woman came up and introduced herself to the law officers as
being from the CUE Center for Missing Persons.
That lady was Monica Caison; we are still friends, even though I’ve written
hundreds of other stories since that humid October night, and she’s searched for hundreds more lost sons and daughters, mothers and fathers. When I last spoke to Monica, she was searching for the remains of a young woman named Samantha Burns. They are yet another family waits and hopes.
I don’t know if Monica had a spare second to remember Buddy on Oct. 5; were she to take a moment for every lost person on the day they disappeared, she wouldn’t have time to keep hunting for those lost folks.
I can’t imagine Monica’s dreams; I hope that she sleeps well, knowing in
her heart that she isn’t stopping her efforts to remind everyone that every
lost person is someone’s child. She remembers them, even when she can’t take the time to stop and cry.
I will admit, I never met Buddy, but I got to know him much better in the
months and weeks after he disappeared. I can’t believe that he would be
13 now; if his smile stayed the same, he would likely be the target of many
a giggling girl’s affection. Maybe he would have played baseball this
summer, and maybe he would be on a JV football team right now. He was little enough that there’s no doubt in my mind he went to Heaven if he died; that’s what happens to the littlest kids when they go away, of that I am sure.
The Lord comforts children, no matter what they’re going through; we adults just have a bad habit of ignoring His comfort as we grow up.
I write this column every year, in part to remember Buddy, in part for my
friend Monica, but mainly for the folks out there who don’t give up, the
ones who still, after all these years, tack “MISSING” posters on utility
poles and bulletin boards in stores and gas stations. Some of them write
letters to me every once in a while. I treasure those letters, and pray for
And we still pray every night for their lost loved ones.
The yellow ribbons are forgotten now, frayed and lost to time and rain and
wind and sun. The yellow ribbons may be frayed and forgotten, but they
still bind the people who cry in the night to those they pray to someday see
” By Jefferson Weaver”-
Decks of cards featuring 52 cases of unsolved homicides, missing persons, wanted persons and the unidentified in an effort to bring awareness of cold cases.
This turtle was found in the woods while on a search for a young man in North Carolina, a day later his remains were located; since his murder arrest have been made and a successful prosecution followed.
Source: Sun News
Family members, friends and authorities will return to the Georgetown County area Saturday to search for clues in the disappearance of Brittanee Drexel, the New York teen who has not been seen since leaving a Myrtle Beach hotel room in April.
An official Web site for the missing teen was also launched this month after officials and family members learned about several people posing as Drexel on the Internet, said Monica Caison, director of the Community United Effort Center for Missing Persons based in Wilmington, N.C., which conducts nationwide searches for missing individuals.
“The Internet can be a wonderful tool to get the information out there, but it can also be a vicious attack for the family,” Caison said. “There have been some vicious, horrible things out there.”
The site was launched Jan. 1 and as of Monday night, Caison said there had been more than 5,000 hits to it and hundreds of people had left messages of hope for the family as well as information that could help the investigation.
Volunteers and law enforcement officials have focused their searches in the Georgetown County area after a cell phone belonging to Drexel, who was 17 at the time of her disappearance, gave off its last known signal the night of April 26 in the area around U.S. 17 and the South Santee River, authorities said. Drexel was last seen that night leaving the Blue Water Hotel on Ocean Boulevard in Myrtle Beach
In December, a pair of sunglasses, resembling those that the then-17-year-old wore in a photo taken with friends the day she was last seen in Myrtle Beach, was found in an area near the Santee River in Georgetown County. The sunglasses were sent to the State Law Enforcement Division for processing.
“It’s so imperative if anyone finds anything in the woods they need to call police especially in that area. I don’t care if it’s a lipstick container,” Caison said. “If you find any kind of article that doesn’t belong out there you need to call police. It could be imperative to this case.”
A large group of searchers will spend the weekend looking for clues about Drexel’s disappearance, which has garnered national attention. Authorities did not conduct any searches during the holidays, but Caison said she has searched the area weekly.
“I’ve been going down weekly and spending the day with a small team,” Caison said. “We’re continuing to eliminate space and focus on new areas we’ve discovered.”
Anyone with information about Drexel’s disappearance can call Myrtle Beach police at 918-1963 or go to the web site at www.helpfindbrittaneedrexel.com.
You can support the search for Brittanee by donating on CUE Center For Missing Persons website here, or on Brittanee Drexel’s Official Website at the link above.
CUE aiding in the solving of 28 year old cold case, now working for better laws to serve cases such as Melinda Harder who was missing from Saint Petersburg, Florida and long time childhood freind of CUE founder, Monica Caison.
Thanks to all the supporters who helped get this law through the first stages and we are assured it will go all the way!
Missing from: Dickerson,Maryland
Classification: Endangered Missing
Age at disappearance: 37
Date of Birth: 11/07/69
Height: 72 inches
Weight: 175 pounds
Hair Color: Brown
Hair (Other): Graying
Eye Color: Brown
Identifying Characteristics: Pierced left ear, tattoo of a “snake” or “dragon” on right forearm, tattoo of a “scorpion” on left shoulder, healed ankle fracture due to injury suffered 5 yrs prior to disappearance, Rhinoplasty procedure to correct broken nose sustained at age 15, eczema on left ankle, scar on calf of leg, cap on front tooth, suffers from degenerative bone disease causing one middle toe to be significantly shorter than others.
Clothing: Possibly wearing a red fleece jacket.
Jewelry: Gold chain, watch.
Circumstances of Disappearance: Suspicious. John was last seen at approximately 11:00pm at a friend’s residence in the 24000 block of Whites Ferry Rd., in Dickerson, MD , the home he shared with his boyfriend. Morris and his boyfriend had recently ended their 12-year relationship.
Morris family reported him missing August 23 after he missed several of their weekly telephone conversations. All of his belongings, including his truck and his dog, were at the home.
His cell phone or credit card has not been used since he disappeared.
John has a medical condition. John has ADHD and may be bipolar and needs medication.
John broke his ankle 5 years ago. He also broke his nose at the age of 15 playing baseball. The nose was cosmetically fixed. John has a degenerative bone disease in one of his middle toes which makes it shorter than the rest. He has a cap on his front tooth and sometimes breaks out with eczema on his left ankle.
John is a talented artist who paints in oils. He may be working as a landscaper or may be working as a handyman. John can fix anything. He is also a glazier who can fix broken car windows. He is a jack of all trades. John also loves animals and can work as a veterinary assistant where he once worked in the Georgetown District of Washington, DC
Anyone who has seen John or knows of his whereabouts, call Detective Rod Stephens at the Montgomery County Police Department in the Germantown District in Maryland at (240) 773-6239
or CUE Center For Missing Persons 24 hour tip line (910) 232-1687
Family Website: https://findjohnmorris.wordpress.com/
Police suspect homicide in case of missing Montgomery man
By Dan Morse
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, March 12, 2010
Madeline Morris, 69 and in a wheelchair, and John Morris, 76, with Parkinson’s disease, know they’re not going to be around forever. What they want to learn, above all else, is what happened to their son after he disappeared in Montgomery County three years ago.
“That would make us go in peace,” Madeline Morris said Thursday by phone from their home in Manchester Township, N.J.
County detectives are stumped, and on Thursday, they announced a $1,000 reward for information leading to an arrest. Police say that because the body of John J. Morris Jr. has not been found, the idea that he committed suicide is growing less likely. And since he has not called his parents, which he did regularly before disappearing, the chances that he started a new life somewhere are remote.
Detectives are increasingly concerned that someone killed Morris, but they have no suspects.
Morris grew up a happy, smiling boy who started to drift off in class during the fourth grade, the first signs of the attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder that would affect him the rest of his life, his mother said. He eventually moved to Washington and began a longtime relationship with an older man.
In July 2007, after a contentious 14-year relationship, the pair split up, according to police. At the time, Morris, 37, stayed in a house that the older man leased in the 24000 block of Whites Ferry Road, which is in the Dickerson and Poolesville area of the relatively rural western part of Montgomery County.
Morris was last seen by a neighbor around 11 p.m. July 30, 2007; he was at the end of a long driveway and appeared to be talking on a cellphone. It wasn’t until three weeks later that his mother reported him missing.
“That sort of got us behind the eight ball,” Detective Rod Stephens said Thursday.
Detectives found Morris’s truck, with New Jersey tags, in the driveway, with belongings packed inside as if he were ready to leave. They checked phone and credit card records, spoke to friends and acquaintances, and enlisted cadaver-sniffing dogs to search areas around the house and comb nearby roadways, thinking that he may have been struck by a car.
His longtime partner “has been cooperative,” Stephens said, although the man could not fully explain why he didn’t call police about the packed truck in the driveway. “He’s not considered a suspect at this time,” Stephens said.
In New Jersey, Madeline Morris said she tries to talk to her son, mostly at night. “I miss you. Where are you?” she says. “May the angels watch over you.”
To learn more about the case, go to www.findjohnmorris.com. Anyone with information is asked to call Stephens at 240-773-6239. Callers who wish to remain anonymous and become eligible for the reward can call 1-866-411-TIPS (8477).
Montgomery Co LE Press Release
Update: Reward is offered for Information about
Man Missing from Poolesville Since 2007
Detectives from the Montgomery County Police 5th District Investigative Section have been investigating the disappearance of John James Morris, Jr., since the summer of 2007. Mr. Morris was last confirmed seen on Monday, July 30, 2007, between 3:00 p.m. and 11:00 p.m. at his residence in the 24000 block of Whites Ferry Road in Poolesville, Maryland. He was reported missing to police on August 23, 2007.
In 2007 Morris was reported as a critically missing person because he had Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) for which he took medication; and he had exhibited suicidal tendencies in the past. Morris had previously resided in the 4300 block of Massachusetts Avenue in Washington D.C. He has been listed as an endangered missing person in the law enforcement National Crime Institute Computer (NCIC) system since 2007.
It was learned in 2007 that Morris had left his vehicle and belongings in the driveway of the home on Whites Ferry Road where he had been living. Extensive investigative techniques have been used during this multi-year investigation to try to gain information about what may have happened to Morris. No evidence has been developed to confirm whether or not Morris remains alive. The family believes that he would not have stayed away this long without making contact with his family. His family also believes that he would not intentionally have left and abandoned his dog. At this stage of the investigation, foul play is suspected.
Morris is described as a white male, age 40, 6’1” tall, weighing 180 pounds, with graying brown hair, hazel/brown eyes, and a medium complexion. Additional identifying characteristics include: a pierced left ear, a tattoo of a panther on his right forearm, a tattoo of a scorpion on his left shoulder, a scar on the calf of one leg, and he has caps on his teeth.
Anyone who has information about the whereabouts of John James Morris, Jr. is asked to call Detective Stephens in the 5th District Investigative Section at 240-773-6239. Callers who wish to remain anonymous and become eligible for a cash reward should call Crime Solvers of Montgomery County toll free at 1-866-411-TIPS (8477). Crime Solvers of Montgomery County will pay a cash reward of up to $1,000 for information that is provided to them that leads to an arrest and/or indictment of the person(s) responsible for a felony crime against the victim.
If you have any information on this case please contact CUE Center For Missing Persons at (910) 343-1131 24 hour tip line (910) 232-1687.
All information submitted to CUE Center For Missing Persons is confidential.
The family of Allison Jackson Foy is proud to announce the formation of The Allison Jackson Foy Memorial Fund.
This is a fund set up in honor of Allison Jackson Foy who went missing from Wilmington North Carolina in July of 2006 and was recovered and identified in September of 2008. Allison remains the victim of an unsolved homicide. Allison left behind two young daughters, a father, two sisters, a brother, and eighteen nieces and nephews along with numerous friends. The loss of Allison has changed all of our lives and remains with us.
This journey we have walked on has brought many amazing people into our lives and introduced us to countless families who have a missing loved one. These families have become like family to us and continue to inspire us and move us with their courage, strength, hope and perseverance in the search for their missing loved ones and answers. My family and I know without a doubt that missing persons is a silent crisis in this country and the number of missing and unidentified is staggering.
With all of that in mind it is our hope that all monies raised through this memorial fund will go to help others in the search for their missing loved ones in whatever way needed. That is why all monies will be given in Allison’s name to CUE Center for Missing Persons. My family and I know no other organization that does what they do for missing persons and their families. They are speaking for the missing who have no voice by advocating for them and their families, they educate law enforcement and conduct full scale search and rescue efforts. All of this is done without any cost to the families. CUE also raises attention nationally about the missing through an annual road tour, they hold a national conference every year that brings together families of the missing from all over the country as well as law enforcement in an effort to educate all and help all those who are a part of this world.
Monica Caison and Cue Center have helped over 8700 families, and Monica has never taken a pay check. The men and women who volunteer for this organization also come from all over the country and freely give of their time and talents. Recently I had an opportunity to be a part of a search and was blown away by the commitment and perseverance of all involved. All of this done with the utmost respect, concern and love for the family and their missing loved one.
Experiencing first hand this amazing organization, all its volunteers and its incredible founder, a woman and organization who change lives and make a difference in this world is why my family and I are proud to honor Allison in a way that will give back and help others. We believe this is what Allison would have wanted as well. For more information on CUE you can visit their website http://www.ncmissingpersons.org
Allison’s website http://www.helpfindallison.com is currently being updated with all of this information and you will be receiving another e mail giving details of our first fundraiser within the next few days. We hope over the course of the year to hold different events to raise funds and awareness again, all proceeds being donated in Allison’s name to CUE.
As always we ask for your continued prayers for all the missing and their families as well as all like CUE who give of themselves to help all who are on this journey.
Thank you all for your time and support,
Sister of Allison Jackson Foy
All checks can be made to: The Allison Jackson Foy Memorial Fund
And can be mailed to 103 Spring Street Newton NJ 07860
Att: Allison Jackson Foy Memorial Fund C/O Whitegate Homes
News 14 Carolina story Click Here