Detectives said today it was Man-ling Williams’ incriminating statements that led to her arrest on suspicion of killing her two boys and husband.
A memorial service will be held outside their house tonight. Several friends and neighbors are expected to show up.
We learned a lot about Man-ling today, including the fact she was a waitress at Marie Callendar’s, while Neal was apparently unemployed, but a doting father, who played baseball with his boys and loved Star Wars.
Neal might have worked as a janitor at Disneyland as a janitor in the past and hemight have sold insurance.
Most of the local television media was out there early. Channel 4 had an especially agressive reporter on scene.
Can’t remember her name, but she seemed pretty thorough at the task.
By early afternoon …
… most of the crews had left to cover the double (murder-suicide) in El Monte. That’s a bizarre deal too.
Apparently a man went nuts, tried to stab his wife, his father became involved. The man ended up killing the dad, seriously wounding his wife and when cops showed up he apparently plunged a knife into himself.
Check the entry below. Several who knew the family have posted comments.
Statement from Williams Family and Friends:
Jan Williams, mother of Neal, Oma to Devon and Ian: Neal was a loving father, brother and son. I was proud of him. He was friendly, hard working and had a passion for the truth. His boys were the lights of his life. I spent all day Saturday with them. We played baseball in the yard, and Devon struck me out 3 times in a row. They were all happy and full of life. Devon was a smart, sensitive boy who loved school. He was looking forward to starting second grade in the fall, and his father promised on Saturday that he would sign him up for little league. His great ambitions were to attend Whittier College, pitch for the Dodgers, and learn to study primates. He hated it when adults referred to apes as monkeys and always pointed out that apes dont have tails. Every time I saw him he threw his arms around me and told me he loved me. Ian was a precious, energetic little boy who could be a handful at times as any three-year-old can be. Twice he got his head stuck in the banisters of the stairs, and he loved to climb to the top of things and jump off again. He had a sweet smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He worshipped his older brother and wanted to do everything he did, whether he was old enough or not. He often climbed up into his brothers top bunk in the middle of the night, and they could be found cuddled together in the morning.
Mala Arthur, Neals Godmother: Neal was funny, brilliant and always interested in everything. He was a joy to talk with and to spend time with, throughout his entire life. He was a strategic master at any game that he ever played, and was recently teaching Devon how to play chess. Neal also loved music and would sing when he thought no one was listening to him. Devon was wise for his age, funny and able to soak up information at an amazing rate. He could hear a song once and know it. He seemed solemn at times, but had a wicked sense of humor, as he evinced by his recent foray into practical jokes. Ian had more energy than any three other people, and after whirling around would suddenly stop and ask a very profound question. They will always be with us in our hearts, but leave a huge hole in our everyday lives.
Mala Williams, Neals sister, Devon and Ians Auntie: My brother was a profound influence in my life. He was a strength and comfort in my times of need and a joy in the good times. He was exceedingly bright, and funny. I spent many a day and night at their home, playing at the park, renting a movie and ordering pizza and finally when the kids went to bed, talk well into the night about anything and everything. His sun rose and set with those sweet boys. Devon was sensitive and wise beyond his mere 7 years. He told me he loved my (sic) every time he saw me. We watched baseball together and two weeks ago I took him to his first game at Dodger Stadium to celebrate his 7th birthday. He was curious and bright and wanted to learn about everything. Ian was as energetic as any four three-year-olds combined. He was always climbing or running or jumping and just as quick could be cuddling in your lap asking you to read to him. I loved to sing, and was already practicing the Happy Birthday song for his 4th coming up at the end of September. He adored his older brother and wanted to be everywhere he went. It was an honor to have three such lovely, kind, and caring people in my life as long as I had.
Do we have any idea of what these incriminating statements are except for the conflicting stories on where she was?
Actually she gave three statements concerning whereabouts.
Complete details Friday … here’s the story link
http://www.sgvtribune.com/news/ci_6584929