Newburyport, MA

I met Marilyn at Wendy’s in Newburyport, MA at approximately 3pm. I was having a late lunch with my daughter when she approached me and asked if I knew of a Salvation Army or Goodwill in the area. I told her that I wasn’t sure anymore, since the Salvation Army in Salibury had closed and I thought the next closest location was Saugus, MA. Anyway, as my daughter and I were leaving Wendy’s she asked if it would be possible to give her a ride to Portsmouth, NH. She said she was an activist that was staying the night at the Crossroads Shelter in Portsmouth. I did give her a ride, however she asked that I bring her to the Portsmouth Market Basket where she was going to spend the last bit of daylight handing out her paperwork, which she also gave to me with all the same info that everyone is reporting. I was surprised to see the entry from the person who gave her a ride from the Walmart Dist. Ctr in Raymond to McDonalds upon her request to get to Portsmouth to get her birth certificate and stolen suitcase on the same day I met her. When I picked her up in Newburyport, MA around 3pm, she had her suitcase with her and wanted to go to Portsmouth. I’d love to know what time of day she was in Raymond, NH.



All in all, Marilyn was very sweet. However, I’m still not sure what to make of this encounter after reading the other entries.

Colchester, VT

Marilyn was at Burger King in Colchester tonight!!!!!!!!!! I was a little creeped out by her as I was with my two young children, but she did give me her letter which prompted my google search! I'm intrigued! Is this the new Where's Waldo?

White River Junction, VT

Marilyn sat across the room from us at the Crossroads Café at 8:45 am (directly behind the bus station in White River Junction, VT. Great food btw!) The rather stylish looking black woman wearing a taupe trench style rain coat belted at the waist, she had dark hair what could have been "spit' curls framing her face (possibly a wig or just enough gel to make you wonder) with, she was seated just as we were coming in. She melted into the periphery with the business people having breakfast alone, absorbed in her paperwork. She was leaving at the same time we were, it was then she approached me, while I waited outside the restaurant alone. She handed me the folded packet of papers, she told me to read it, that it was important. She then told me the name of the hotel she had stayed at last night, and glanced back as my partner exited and held the door open again as she went back in to the restaurant, at about 9:15 am. The packet was 7 pages, and opened to the page marked PROTOCOL. "Dear White Women" (Which I happen to be) was circled in red pen as was the term "Microwave Abuse Oppression" There was also a page tucked in that began 'race separation', with other things heavily underscored. I can scan the pages if you'd like.
I can only imagine what she has been through. There is a tarnished brilliance scattered in with the mad ravings. She could be just a few terrible years of trauma on the other side of the side of genius. We all could be. May she find what ever piece of her shattered self she can, till then may she stay safe. Please watch out for her.

West Lebanon, NH

I met up with Mariln Gibbs on Saturday Nov. 17. She showed up for a Church Service in West Lebanon, NH.and later, a potluck at my friends house in Hartford, Vt. We meet for church on Saturdays at around 10am. She was handing out some of the papers after the service. She then got a ride to the potluck with some visitors who haven't been back to our church in 10 years after relocating to Washington State. Through conversation I discovered she was from Auburn Ca.
I had a few friends and family that I knew that used to go to the church there...which she said that she had been there..grew up near the church. She did not know any of them. After speaking to her more...I realized that she may have a mental illness of some kind. She never talked about some of the items on the papers except that she had her license taken from her and was trying to make it somewhere westward (I can't remember) and that she was a lobbyist. She was polite, talkative...and perhaps has a streak of brilliance...and I often feel that if you are severely gifted in one area...another area in the brain may not be right. Or perhaps some childhood nightmare issue...but I am going with the first one.

White River Junction, VT

Hi, I found your website...I saw Marilyn in WRJ, VT on the Advance Transit bus at about 7 am today...she was headed to the main bus station, I think she was headed to Virginia. She was passing out similar packets of photocopied sheets and wanted them given to the department of Domestic Violence in St. Johnsbury, VT. It looks like the content is similar to what you have posted on your website, except there are five pages here.

Tyngsboro, MA

Hello, I am writing to you after finding your website about Marilyn Gibbs. I encountered her this morning around 7:15 am on the corner of Christine Ave and Lakeview Ave in Tyngsboro, MA. I was on my way to work and as I stopped at the intersection she handed me her letter. She stated that she works for a Martin Luther King activism group and asked if I'd give her letter to a battered womens' shelter. I didn't read the letter until I got to work, I happen to work for a mental health organization. I showed the letter to some of my coworkers and we googled some of the phrases, which eventually led us to your website. We figured she was staying at a shelter, and took the bus to Tyngsboro, which seems like an odd place, but she was standing right across from St. Mary Magdalen rectory. She seemed coherent, and I called my dad to ask if he had seen her on his way to work a couple hours later, and she was gone by then. Her letter was 7 pages long, it looks to be different from the one on your site. My coworkers agree that she has more than likely been abused at some point, it seems like this took place in a shelter. All in all, an interesting encounter. I'd be happy to scan the letter if you'd like.

Boston, MA

OMG! We caught Marilyn today just west of Boston. The note hasn't changed, apparently. The funny thing is, we caught her eating what was probably a $70 meal at one of Framingham's few really sheik restaurants. I guess she didn't need all that money after all! I'm kidding; I'm pretty sure she didn't buy it herself, because she was with a guy in a very nice looking suit that my girlfriend thought was probably CT's federal house of representatives member John B. Larson, who's also on the internal affairs committee (had to check into it after the fact; of COURSE I don't know that off the top of my head, guys!). He seemed to be taking her pretty seriously, and what's weirder is that he looked like he'd been roughed up a bit on the way there. We could only hear a few words of what they were talking about after Marilyn gave us a flyer when we were on our way to the restaurant, but when we got outside, we looked for the car with the fed plates, and sure enough it had stacks of her flyers in the back. But you know what it also had? Big scratches all along both sides, and very dinged-up bumpers. The only explanation we could think of for this is that a bunch of big SUVs boxed it in along some lonely highway in order to pull it over forcibly. Were they after Marilyn? The world may never know!