Cream Corn Killer
To most folks, Mildred Mae Butterly was just a sweet church lady with purple curls and a casserole for every occasion. But between 1977 and 1979, she served more than side dishes—she served justice. Five local men with histories of abuse mysteriously vanished after accepting dinner invites from Mildred. The common thread? Her creamed corn. Police called her “The Cream Corn Killer.” She called it “a little something for the Lord.” Sentenced to 25 years, she served just five—thanks to letters from the church choir, three bake sales, and a very emotional potluck. She passed peacefully in her sleep in 1982, clutching her rosary and surrounded by doilies. At her funeral, the casserole table was legendary. No one touched the creamed corn.
To most folks, Mildred Mae Butterly was just a sweet church lady with purple curls and a casserole for every occasion. But between 1977 and 1979, she served more than side dishes—she served justice. Five local men with histories of abuse mysteriously vanished after accepting dinner invites from Mildred. The common thread? Her creamed corn. Police called her “The Cream Corn Killer.” She called it “a little something for the Lord.” Sentenced to 25 years, she served just five—thanks to letters from the church choir, three bake sales, and a very emotional potluck. She passed peacefully in her sleep in 1982, clutching her rosary and surrounded by doilies. At her funeral, the casserole table was legendary. No one touched the creamed corn.
To most folks, Mildred Mae Butterly was just a sweet church lady with purple curls and a casserole for every occasion. But between 1977 and 1979, she served more than side dishes—she served justice. Five local men with histories of abuse mysteriously vanished after accepting dinner invites from Mildred. The common thread? Her creamed corn. Police called her “The Cream Corn Killer.” She called it “a little something for the Lord.” Sentenced to 25 years, she served just five—thanks to letters from the church choir, three bake sales, and a very emotional potluck. She passed peacefully in her sleep in 1982, clutching her rosary and surrounded by doilies. At her funeral, the casserole table was legendary. No one touched the creamed corn.