Christine Ann, has not been seen since Friday, June 23, 1978
http://www.thewhig.com/2008/06/28/it-was-as-if-the-earth-had-opened-up-and-swallowed-her
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"The middle child of working class, immigrant parents, Christine Ziomkiewicz built a comfortable and promising life by the time she reached her mid 20s.
A bachelor of science degree from Brock University helped her land a respectable job as a research technician in the lab of Queen's University physiologist Seon Shin.
After a year working there, she saved enough for her own apartment, a tidy basement unit at the corner of Park and Regent streets, just a block from Princess Street.
After a year on Park Street, Christine had saved enough for new furniture, a new stereo and her prized possession, a shiny, red 1978 Honda Civic.
Despite her independence, she remained close to her mother and father. She was at their Gibson Avenue home for special occasions and holidays.
On Father's Day weekend, the dutiful, 27-year-old daughter baked a cake for her dad, Stefan.
A few days later, on Thursday night, she went to a Burton Cummings concert at Queen's with a girlfriend.
Life seemed good.
The next day, Friday, June 23, 1978, Christine stopped at the Dominion grocery store and then at the Kingston Centre after work. She made it back
to her flat-roofed, 16-unit apartment building at 200 Park St. by 5 p. m. A bag of groceries tucked under her arm, she chatted briefly with a
neighbour at her apartment doorway. When the conversation ended, she went inside.
No one has seen her since"
http://www.thewhig.com/2008/06/28/it-was-as-if-the-earth-had-opened-up-and-swallowed-her
bbm
"The middle child of working class, immigrant parents, Christine Ziomkiewicz built a comfortable and promising life by the time she reached her mid 20s.
A bachelor of science degree from Brock University helped her land a respectable job as a research technician in the lab of Queen's University physiologist Seon Shin.
After a year working there, she saved enough for her own apartment, a tidy basement unit at the corner of Park and Regent streets, just a block from Princess Street.
After a year on Park Street, Christine had saved enough for new furniture, a new stereo and her prized possession, a shiny, red 1978 Honda Civic.
Despite her independence, she remained close to her mother and father. She was at their Gibson Avenue home for special occasions and holidays.
On Father's Day weekend, the dutiful, 27-year-old daughter baked a cake for her dad, Stefan.
A few days later, on Thursday night, she went to a Burton Cummings concert at Queen's with a girlfriend.
Life seemed good.
The next day, Friday, June 23, 1978, Christine stopped at the Dominion grocery store and then at the Kingston Centre after work. She made it back
to her flat-roofed, 16-unit apartment building at 200 Park St. by 5 p. m. A bag of groceries tucked under her arm, she chatted briefly with a
neighbour at her apartment doorway. When the conversation ended, she went inside.
No one has seen her since"