People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread and butter to journalists.
Young girls run away from home. Young children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish into the smoke of imported cigars.
Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations.
Usually.
Diana Gabaldon ~ “ Outlander Prologue” (copyright 1991 Diana Gabaldon)
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October 30th, 2024 will mark the 68th anniversary of the disappearance of Robert “Shorty” Wilson, a lifelong Kimball, Nebraska resident whose vanishing remains as much of a mystery today as it did in 1956.
A Brief History of the Wheat Growers Hotel
From 1913 to 1917, the price of wheat soared from $.78 a bushel to $2.12, which in today’s money would be $50.95 a bushel, an astronomical price (the current price of wheat is $9.66 per bushel as of this writing). The United States government encouraged farmers to ‘Win The War With Wheat’, and Frank H. Cunningham set out to do exactly that, while also “making a nice profit on the side” as he would write in his memoirs. By the end of WWI in November 1918, Cunningham had made over $100,000 growing wheat on his Kimball county farm, the equivalent of over $2,000,000 today, and had spent nearly every dime of it making his dream come true, the Wheat Growers Hotel, which he called “the Jewel of Western Nebraska.”
The Wheat Growers consisted of eighty-six rooms, each with electricity, plumbing, and steam heat, which used a unique system designed by Cunningham that concentrated on heating the exterior rooms of the building so that even the iciest grip of a Nebraska winter could not penetrate the unheated interior rooms. Light and air to these inside rooms were also provided by four ventilator shafts, another unique architectural feature. The tile floor of the foyer was inlaid with a shock of wheat, and a massive mural of wheat being harvested was painted in the lobby. The furnishings, ordered in March of 1918 from the Denver Dry Goods Company, cost Cunningham an estimated $15,000 ($305,258 in 2022).
By March of 1919, the hotel was hosting events including banquets given by the local Patriotic League and the Kimball Freemasons lodge, which both included entertainment provided by an orchestra. Two of the honored guests at the Masonic banquet were Gilbert Oldaker and Ray Lathrop, who had both served on the front lines of the war in Europe as truck drivers. Future president Dwight D. Eisenhower and his family were even once guests at the hotel, and the Wheat Growers Hotel was soon the place to see and be seen in Wyobraska.
Within just a few short years, however, Cunningham’s financial empire was in ruins. In 1920, the expiration of the Wheat Price Guarantee Act sent the price of wheat plummeting to a low of 50 cents a bushel. Farmers across the United States went bankrupt overnight, including Frank Cunningham. The Denver Dry Goods Company soon repossessed all of the furniture inside the hotel, the State Savings and Loan Company of Beatrice, Nebraska foreclosed on the building itself, and Frank Cunningham was arrested in 1923 for purchasing coal to heat the hotel under false pretenses. By 1924, Cunningham’s dreams of grandeur were nothing more than the dust floating through the empty rooms of a boarded-up and abandoned hotel.
Eventually, the hotel reopened under new ownership but never regained its former glory. After passing through the hands of several owners over the decades, the Wheat Growers closed her doors for good in 1988, and the building’s condition quickly began to deteriorate.
Ghost Stories
Rumors that the building was haunted soon led to break-ins and vandalism, which are still occurring to this day. One popular ghost story claims that, during Prohibition, a tunnel was dug under the hotel, allowing bootleggers to smuggle alcohol into the building. The story goes that the tunnel collapsed on a hotel employee, who was trapped in the rubble and killed. Her spirit supposedly haunts the Wheat Growers and has been seen from windows on the upper floors, looking out at the street below.
While the hotel may actually have its very own White Lady, as countless numbers of Kimball residents and visitors have claimed to have sighted her over the years, the rumors of tunnels underneath the building have been completely debunked, and so who she was in life will forever remain a mystery.
The true unsolved mystery of the Wheat Growers is the disappearance of 31-year-old Robert “Shorty” Wilson. By the 1950s the hotel rooms were being rented as long-term apartments, and Wilson was a resident, the hotel being both affordable and a five-minute walk from his job at Dalton Buick, which was located at 305 East 3rd St.
It remains unclear who actually saw Wilson last or where. Conflicting news accounts state that at 3 pm, Mrs. Ramona James, of James Taxi Service, dropped Wilson off at Ray’s Sinclair Service Station at 315 East 3rd St., right next door to Dalton Buick, after taking him to the bank to deposit some checks. They made arrangements for her to return and pick him up from the service station in 30 minutes for a cup of coffee. He told her they would have to hurry because he had an appointment with two men from Fort Morgan, Colorado concerning a used car. When Mrs. James returned in her cab, Robert Wilson was nowhere to be found. His brother, Dick, remembers it to be Plains Body Shop at 110 South Webster Street, which is still in business today.
Panic began to mount among his family members as the hours passed by with no sightings of Wilson. James Dalton reported that none of his dealership’s cars were missing and that checks collected on Dalton Buick’s account were found inside of a car that Wilson had been using. He was not believed to be carrying much, if any, money on his person at the time of his disappearance, and his checking account at the bank in Kimball remained untouched. Wilson also needed specially tailored clothing made to fit his 4’8”, 200 body. None was taken from his room at the Wheat Growers Hotel.
On November 11th, volunteers, headed by the Kimball Volunteer Fire Department and joined by 100 civilians, scoured a 20-mile radius of Kimball, looking in culverts, barrow pits, and abandoned buildings. Kimball natives Gail Russell, Earl Strasheim, and Jerry Strasheim were joined by 7 Civil Air Patrol pilots from Sidney. On Tuesday, November 12th, Gilbert Nelson and Don Brown flew over Kimball and Banner counties but all of their efforts proved to be futile, and not a trace of the man was found.
Robert’s twin brother, Dick, always believed that the authorities botched their investigation. He and his brothers spent hundreds of hours on the case, hoping to find even the smallest trace of their beloved sibling. The long-deceased Sheriff George Brandt was in charge of the investigation, and the case was hampered by sloppy police work, including how the car that Wilson was driving, which was found with what appeared to be blood spots on the seats and a 30-inch-long rope in the trunk, was processed. The vehicle was not even looked at by the authorities for at least three weeks, and James Dalton’s wife had been driving it in the meantime. The FBI refused to become involved in the case since no clear evidence of a murder or kidnapping had been found. It’s most likely that whatever happened to Robert occurred during daylight hours before the temperature dropped to a low of 26F since his coat was found on the seat of his car.
Bringing the search to a complete standstill was a horrific blizzard that slammed the Kimball area without warning on November 2nd, 1956, three days after Wilson went missing. In what was called the worst blizzard to hit Wyobraska since the hellish storm of 1949, the temperature plummeted to 27F, and 40 mph winds created drifts nearly as high as the marquee on the front of the Kimball Clothing Co. store on Chestnut Street. Among the many dramatic rescues from the whiteout were two women who were stranded in a car on Highway 29 for more than 38 hours before being rescued by an airplane, and another stranded motorist who was rescued by a highway department snow plow after his car went off the road between Dix and Kimball, only to have the snow plow itself slide off into the ditch, stranding both men until they were subsequently rescued by an REA (Rural Electrification Administration) truck and taken to safety in Kimball. Livestock losses were staggering, and emergency food drops had to be made to drilling crews stranded on oil rigs as far away as Redington. In Bushnell, 20 men armed with shovels and one man in a bulldozer battled drifts for seven hours to clear 9 miles of rural roads and rescue a child who was suffering from a skull fracture on a farm southeast of town.
On November 15, 1956, after Wilson had been missing without a trace for more than two weeks, the Western Nebraska Observer reported that Robert’s twin brother, Dick, was offering a $500 reward ($5200 in today’s money) for information leading to the recovery of either Robert or his body. Dick Wilson said, “There just isn’t any concrete motive that we can put our finger on. I do not believe that Bob left of his own account. Money was certainly not involved. Besides, there is the fact that he is the type that no one could use enough money to pay him to cause this much concern on the part of his family.”
Dick Wilson canceled the reward on Dec 27th after receiving no information about his brother’s whereabouts other than a reported sighting on the streets of Denver, Colorado, which the Denver police investigated and disproved.
In August of 1957, 9 months after Robert’s disappearance, Wilson’s family again offered a reward for information about his whereabouts, increasing the amount to $1000. Once again, his anguished family received nothing. Dick Wilson died in 2012 at the age of 87, having never resolved the mystery of his twin brother’s disappearance.
Everyone connected with the case, even in passing, believes that Robert “Shorty” Wilson is dead, and has been since October 30th, 1956. His bank account remained untouched, and all of his clothing, specially tailored to fit his 4’8”, 200 lb frame, was still in his room at the Wheat Growers Hotel. The only speculation left is why anyone would want to kill him, and what they did with his body after the fact. The pint-sized car salesman was likely strangled and dumped into the trunk of a car, possibly his own, and then disposed of. An archaeological team, after an extensive investigation, came to the conclusion that Wilson’s body probably lies at the bottom of one of the dozens of abandoned oil wells that dot the landscape of Kimball County, Nebraska. If this is the case, it’s unlikely that Robert Wilson’s body will ever be located, and there will never be justice for his murder.
Dick Wilson related to the Western Nebraska Observer in 1976 about the last time that he saw his twin brother. Their brother, Bill, was in Denver to purchase a truck and wanted Dick’s opinion before parting with his money. Dick asked Robert to come along to drive Dick’s car back if they purchased the truck, but Robert was too busy. That was October 30th, 1956, the day that he stepped out of a cab and became one of Wyobraska’s greatest unsolved mysteries. If their beloved “Bobby” had canceled his appointments and traveled to Denver with his brothers instead, today he would be 98 years old.
Today, the only earthly remnant of Robert Wilson is a headstone in the Kimball cemetery, which simply reads, “Robert G. Wilson, born May 28th, 1925, disappeared October 30th, 1956.” Inside the once majestic Wheat Growers Hotel, however, Robert Wilson is still roaming the halls.
On a recent tour of the Wheat Growers, accompanied by several members of the Kimball police department and the hotel’s owner, Ed Avila, our normally fearless photojournalist witnessed a sight that cured any urge to ever make a return visit to the Jewel of Western Nebraska. As the group stood in front of the door of the hotel room that Robert Wilson had once called home, a black shadow, roughly four and a half feet tall, crossed the hallway directly in front of them. The sight was apparently chilling enough to send our group of intrepid explorers, consisting of police officers and former members of the US military, beating a hasty retreat in the opposite direction of whatever entity had just crossed their path. Apparently, murderers and terrorists are less frightening than the restless spirit of a Lilliputian car salesman. If the mysterious disappearance of Robert Wilson is ever going to be solved, it looks like we’re going to have to bring in some slightly less chicken-hearted ghost hunters next time.