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Earl Thelander of Onawa, Iowa, my stepfather for nearly 25 years, sustained second- and third-degree burns over 80% of his body in an August 28, 2007 explosion caused by copper thieves.
The thieves had stripped propane gas lines from a country home — a house formerly owned by my grandparents — where Earl and my mother, Hope Thelander, had been working and readying for a renter.
Earl was life-flighted to the Clarkson Burn Center at the University of Nebraska Hospital in Omaha, where he died four days later on September 1.
He and my mother would have celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary four months later on December 30. Also left behind were Earl’s six children and five stepchildren, 22 grandchildren, 13 great-grandchildren, four sisters and three brothers, and countless in-laws, loved ones and friends.
Located approximately two miles north of Onawa at 20877 Gum Ave. in Monona County, the rural home formerly belonged to my maternal grandparents, Raymond and Dorothy Archer. After my grandfather passed away in January 2004, Mom and Earl moved my grandmother into town to live with them. Grandma had never learned to drive, and Mom already had been making several daily trips out to the farm to check on them and take them grocery shopping or to doctor’s appointments.
Eventually, when it came time to sell my grandparents’ rural home and acreage, Mom and Earl decided they’d like to purchase it from Grandma in efforts to keep it in the family. If no one in the family wanted to live out there, they said, they could always rent it out. Mom was the oldest of my grandparents’ six children (five still living), and all were in agreement it just made sense for “Hope and Earl” to buy the property.
After all, that’s what Mom and Earl did for a living. Throughout their small but tight-knit rural community (pop. less than 3,000), “Earl and Hope Thelander,” who were by no means wealthy, were well-known for their willingness to work hard, together, to buy and fix up older homes and apartment buildings and, if necessary, work with down-on-their-luck tenants so families still had a place to call home.
My sister Kim and her husband Jon jumped at the opportunity to move out to the quiet country home, and while my brother-in-law worked side-by-side with Earl putting new vinyl siding on the home, Mom and my sister wallpapered inside and redid floors.
Every Sunday, in an attempt to “keep tradition going,” numerous family members would trek back out to the farm for “Sunday dinner” at 1 p.m. Kim even learned how to perfect Grandma Archer’s family-favorite recipe we’d all come to expect for Sunday dinner: homemade chicken and noodles. And just like Grandma and Grandpa had always done, Kim and Jon raised their own chickens.
During the summer, 2007, Kim and Jon moved their family back to town. They had kids involved in after-school sports and other activities, and the kids — who’d lived “in town” all their lives but weren’t yet old enough to drive — missed the freedom they’d had visiting with friends.
Mom and Earl never missed a beat. They kept working to improve the home, and Kim and Jon even went out to help as they readied the home for yet a new family.
On August 27, 2010, just before dusk, Mom and Earl — a few months shy of their 25th wedding anniversary — returned to the farm where Earl mowed the acreage and my mother worked inside the house. They returned home for a late dinner, having put in another long, busy day.
At 4 a.m. on August 28, Earl woke my mother and told her he wanted to show her something. He led her outside, where they watched the eclipse of the moon in what they didn’t know had just become the last morning they’d ever spend together.
At 8:30 a.m., Earl headed out to the farm alone to install a new water pump and tank in the home’s basement. Once there, he discovered someone had smashed the kitchen door’s glass and broken into the house. The smell of propane gas drifted through the jagged glass shards and out into the entryway where he stood.
Some time since they’d left the night before and early that morning, thieves had broken in, entered the basement, cut and stolen copper propane and water lines and let the house fill with propane gas.
Earl immediately headed back outside, where he turned off the propane at the tank. He then called my mother and asked her to notify the county sheriff. Mom called the Monona County Sheriff’s Office, and then — along with my sister Kysa and Mom’s youngest sister Beverly and Bev’s husband Dave (who’d been in town visiting with Mom at the time) — drove the two miles out to the farm.
Between approximately 10 – 10:15 a.m., Monona County Sheriff Jeff Pratt and Onawa Police officer Joe Farrens arrived at the farm. At that time, Sheriff Pratt, Officer Farrens, Mom and Earl, Dave Anderson and Kysa Ewing went through the house opening windows in efforts to ventilate the home and ensure no individuals (i.e. perhaps those who had broken in) were found unresponsive in any of the rooms. (They later were told the explosion hadn’t occurred at that particular time because oxygen levels in the home were too low.)
Crime scene evidence included tire tracks in the freshly mown lawn, suggesting the perpetrator(s) drove a small, lightweight pick-up. However, no tire casts were made and no fingerprints taken from the kitchen doorknob (point of entry) because law enforcement officials said neither the sheriff’s office nor the police department currently had deputies or officers qualified or trained in extracting fingerprints.
With the home’s windows and doors now all open and statements provided to law enforcement, Mom and Earl were informed they and other family members could return to town while [law enforcement] finished working the crime scene.
At approximately 11:30 a.m. — insisting it wouldn’t take long and that he wouldn’t be too late for lunch — Earl drove back to the farm to check on the investigation’s process. Earl — whom my mother and family often joked was “80 years old going on 60” — still worked daily on his and my mother’s rental properties and was anxious to get the new water pump and tank installed. He also didn’t know if he’d have time to do it the following day; my mother had found a lump in her right breast, and surgery had been scheduled for a breast biopsy in the morning. It had been weighing heavily on his mind.
When he arrived at the farm, Earl found the acreage abandoned. Law enforcement officials had gone, and no yellow crime scene tape closed off a perimeter, which, if present, would have indicated fire department officials had not yet determined gas fumes at a safe enough level for individuals to enter the residence and/or pass beyond the marked perimeter.
Earl entered the house, and, smelling no propane gas, felt it was safe to resume his work. In the basement, however, he discovered water had leaked onto the floor from the cut and stolen water lines. He set up a squirrel cage blower to help expedite drying the basement floor and plugged it in. The home suddenly exploded, throwing him all the way across the room and into a basement corner.
Back in town, my cousin, Norman Johnson, had just arrived at Mom and Earl’s home, hoping to surprise them with a hot pork tenderloin lunch. By then, Bev and David and my sister Kysa had all gone home, and Norman — a chef at a local restaurant — knew how busy Mom and Earl had been and what lay ahead the following day. He also knew from experience how much they’d appreciate the pork tenderloins and hoped the three of them could enjoy the meal together. Mom and Norman decided to wait for Earl until sitting down to eat.
Mom bent over the kitchen sink and began washing her hair while they waited. She’d just grabbed a towel to wrap around her head when Earl — who’d survived the explosion and forced himself to find the basement steps to crawl out and then drive himself the two miles home to the woman he loved — walked through the door, still in shock, his body and clothes burned and hanging in shreds.
“It just blew,” he said when Mom looked up. Through the hallway’s darkness, Mom’s first thought was that the burglars had returned and attacked him. “What did?” she asked as she went to him. “The house,” he said. “It just exploded.”
Mom didn’t want to wait for an ambulance, so she and Norman got Earl into Mom’s SUV and they took him to the Burgess Memorial Hospital in Onawa. Once there, they immediately began to contact Earl’s six adult children and Mom’s five. Almost all 11 of us lived within close proximity and had time to get to the hospital and talk with Earl — who was remarkably alert and coherent as he described what happened — before he was sedated and then taken by Life Flight to the Clarkson Burn Center at the University of Nebraska Hospital in Omaha.
As we watched the helicopter fly away, his words in the emergency room kept going through my mind. “Your mom is going to think I did this on purpose to steal all the attention away from her surgery tomorrow,” he’d joked. And then, seriously, with eyes not quite so wide beneath his singed eyebrows, “But when I went in, I didn’t smell a thing. I should have known better.”
Our entire family headed down to Omaha to wait.
Earl died four days later on September 1, 2007, surrounded by all his children and stepchildren, nearly two dozen grandchildren and a few great-grandchildren, and my mother — his wife, Hope — who held her face close to his as he opened his eyes to gaze at her one last time before passing from all our lives.
With Earl’s death came the nation’s first innocent fatality resulting from the growing copper theft epidemic.
The estimated value of the copper stolen and exchanged for a good man’s life: less than $20.
Six days after Earl’s funeral, Mom was diagnosed with Stage III, Grade 3, invasive breast cancer. She underwent a mastectomy the following month and spent the next year undergoing chemotherapy and radiation.
From the beginning, numerous opinions and debate emerged as to how Earl’s death should or would be classified. He’d died, of course, due to burns he’d suffered in the explosion, but was it a homicide? Involuntary manslaughter? Murder in the second degree? Or, as some wondered, just a plain old accident?
In most states (including Iowa), the county attorney’s office determines what charges will be filed, but, of course, they still must follow the letter of the law. Plea agreements are often a part of the process. For now, however, we were advised it was best to remain focused on finding those responsible rather than what punitive measures might be taken if and when an indictment occurred.
Yet, despite a $5,000 reward the Thelander family offered for information leading to an arrest and conviction in Earl’s case (which could be claimed anonymously), no one ever came forward and no one has ever been charged in his death.
The slideshow video I made in support of Iowa House Study Bill 660.
The six-year anniversary of Earl’s death came and went by without a peep, and still without a single conscience bared publicly or privately. Was it possible that those responsible or those who knew who was responsible had also known — perhaps all along — far more about Iowa’s legal code than for which anyone had given them credit? The Monona County Attorney’s office had said first-degree murder charges would be ruled out unless “intent to cause Thelander’s death” could be proven. But, if the offenders had read “Monday’s Our View: Tragic turn” — the Sept. 10, 2007 position piece compiled by the (Council Bluffs) Daily Nonpareil editors in response to the Monona County Attorney’s statement — they would have known the newspaper was absolutely correct.
The Nonpareil said, in part:
Iowa law states “A person who kills another person with malice aforethought either expressed or implied commits murder.” By leaving a dangerous situation posed by the propane leak, the thieves knowingly placed Thelander in mortal danger before the explosion. Since the result was Thelander’s death, the thieves are ultimately responsible and should be charged with murder. Anything less would be a travesty of justice and an insult to Thelander’s family.
Anything less, I might also add, would breach the very Iowa codes upon which our state’s criminal law is based and practiced and wherein violators prosecuted. Though many Iowa codes come into play in regards to circumstances surrounding Earl’s death, they are threaded together so seamlessly it would be difficult for one to not see the obvious legal conclusion. In essence:
It should also be mentioned here that with Forcible Felonies (IA Code Section 702.11), sentences cannot be suspended; there is no court discretion. This includes charges for murder and voluntary manslaughter, felonious child endangerment, sexual abuse (except between spouses), kidnapping, robbery, arson in the first degree, and last, but certainly not least, burglary in the first degree.
Thus, should those responsible for Earl’s death be apprehended and charged, Iowa’s criminal code allows for no discretion and nothing less than a charge of Murder in the first degree.
Earl Leland Thelander was born May 9, 1927, in Arcadia, Nebraska, the son of Henry and Amanda (Gestrine) Thelander. He grew up in Polk, Neb., and graduated in Stromsburg, Neb., in 1944. After graduation, he went into the U.S. Coast Guard. After his discharge, he began farming and farmed for several years.
On Feb. 3, 1950, he married Berniece Obrist and to this union six children were born. They lived and farmed in the Osceola area until he began working for Mamco Manufacturing Company in Stromsburg. He later transferred to Honeggars Manufacturing Company in Onawa. After they closed, he went to work for Onawa Propane and in 1967, started his own business, Thelander’s Plumbing and Heating in Onawa. He was blessed to have his entire family involved in the business.
On Dec. 30, 1982, he married Hope Ewing in Onawa. They lived in Onawa, where he enjoyed doing yard work, gardening, watching the birds and squirrels on his back deck and his “coffee time.” The couple owned and operated Thelander’s Softener Service and Thelander’s Rentals. They owned the Monona Hotel and the Park Hotel and many other rental properties over the years.
Earl was a member of First Christian Church of Onawa and helped with Boy Scouts when his sons were younger. He enjoyed spending time with his family and was also loved by the entire community. He is greatly missed.
He is survived by his wife of 25 years, Hope Thelander of Onawa; six children, Doug Thelander of Castana, Iowa, Byron (Sharon) Thelander of Onawa, Vicki (Otis) Gray of Onawa, Cindy (Doug) Miller of Sioux City, Gaylen (Ruthie) Thelander of Madera, Calif., and Brad Thelander of Sergeant Bluff; five stepchildren, Kim (Jon) Berens, Jody (Dennis Ryan) Ewing, Lori (Steve) Mathes, Kysa Ewing and Brett (Deb) Ewing, all of Onawa; 22 grandchildren; 13 great-grandchildren; four sisters, Betty (Clarence) Nielsen of Stromsburg, Neb., Darlene Gordon of York, Neb., Jean Twarling of Sidney, Neb., and Wanda (DeLano) Ahlquist of Loveland, Colo.; three brothers, Doyle (Gina) Thelander of Lincoln, Neb., Darwin (Sarah) Thelander of Peel, Ark., and Dean (Ginger) Thelander of Harrison, Ark.; and numerous cousins, nieces and nephews.
He was preceded in death by his parents; a grandson, Bobby Gray; his father-in-law, Raymond Archer; a sister-in-law, June Ooten; and three brothers-in-law, Hal Gordon, Glenn Twarling and Dan VanWinkel.
Earl was buried at the Onawa Cemetery, Onawa, in Monona County.
Anyone with information regarding the copper theft that led to Earl Thelander’s death is asked to contact the Iowa Division of Criminal Investigation at (515) 725-6010 or email email@example.com, or contact the Monona County Sheriff’s Office at (712) 433-1414.
On Thursday, February 14, 2008, the Iowa House Judiciary Committee assigned a Subcommittee to House Study Bill 660 — An Act relating to scrap metal transactions, prohibiting certain sales and imposing criminal penalties. While supported by organizations such as the IA Assn. of Electric Cooperatives, the IA Utility Assn. and the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, the bill met with resistance from organizations such as the IA Assn. of Business and Industry and Alter Trading Corporation, and died after failing to make the Iowa House’s March 7 first funnel date. See the list of companies/lobbyist names that were for or against Iowa’s bill.
A number of other states, however, not only passed in that same session House and Senate resolutions similar to Iowa’s failed HSB 660, but expanded the scope of these laws from specifically copper to more general nonferrous metals. See State Copper and Scrap Metal Theft Statutes. Ironically, Iowa — with the U.S.’s only known innocent copper theft fatality to date — remained one of only three states still without copper and scrap metal theft statutes. The other two states were North Dakota and Alaska.
On Saturday, February 16, 2008, the Onawa Volunteer Fire Department conducted a controlled burn of all that remained of the Archer/Thelander rural home.
On February 28, 2012, the State of Iowa’s Department of Justice, Iowa Homeland Security and Emergency Management, the Iowa Dept. of Public Safety’s Division of Intelligence, MidAmerican Energy, the Iowa Law Enforcement Intelligence Network and four other organizations hosted a webinar on how copper theft affects critical infrastructure and how this particular crime is investigated and prosecuted. The webinar featured 96 slides, with slide #42 focused solely on Earl Thelander’s case. The slide is titled, “Iowa Example: Homicide.” View the full webinar in PDF format.
On Thursday, April 19, 2012, Iowa Gov. Terry Branstad signed legislation requiring tracking of scrap metal sales to help combat theft. House File 2399 requires all transactions of $50 or more to be paid by check or electronic transfer and creates a paper trail to help law enforcement agencies investigating the theft of copper or other metals. In passing the measure, backers cited situations where a rural electric cooperative in northwest Iowa sustained a $35,000 loss due to copper theft and vandalism while thieves in Clinton took about $2,000 of copper wiring from a Christmas lighting display the previous November. The bill’s critics argued that the $50 threshold was too low given current scrap metal prices. Download HF2399 here (PDF format).
On June 23, 2013, more than a year after the new law passed, police told the Sioux City Journal it hadn’t put a dent in raids on construction sites, rural farmsteads and businesses.
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