19 Julio 2017 14:16
A trip to milk some cows turned fatalLet’s face it, we’re all intrigued to know what a mummified body looks like, even if we’re too afraid to admit it. Or even admit it to ourselves. Usually only our imagination can unlock such a grizzly thought, but a man in Switzerland was given a hell of a shock when he discovered two frozen bodies of a Swiss couple who went missing 75 years ago. They had been found in a shrinking glacier, mummified, with their equipment and clothes still in tact. Marcelin, 40, and Francine, 37, Dumoulin, parents of seven children, went missing on 15 August 1942 on a trip to milk their cows in a meadow close to their home, above Chandolin in the canton of Valais. They never returned home and are believed to have fallen into the crevice of the glacier, where their bodies were preserved close together. During a routine maintenance check-up, Bernhard Tschannen, Glacier 3000 resort director, approached what he thought were rocks, only to realise there was an assortment of frozen accessories and what looked like two dead bodies. Like in horror movies, rather than run away as fast as he physically could, he moved closer to get a good look. Dressed in World War II clothing, the frozen couple were surrounded by backpacks, watches, a glass bottle, mess kits and boots. Rather eery. Like finding a time capsule but instead of just memorabilia inside, there are two dead bodies. Marceline Udry-Dumoulin, 79, the pair’s youngest daughter, told Swiss newspaper Le Matin that her and her siblings never stopped searching for answers about their parents’ disappearance. ‘We spent our whole lives looking for them, without stopping. We thought that we could give them the funeral they deserved one day," she told the publication. ‘I can say that after 75 years of waiting this news gives me a deep sense of calm. ‘It was the first time my mother went with him on such an excursion. She was always pregnant and couldn’t climb in the difficult conditions of a glacier. After a while, we children were separated and placed in families. I was lucky to stay with my aunt. We all lived in the region but became strangers.
She added: ‘For the funeral, I won’t wear black. I think that white would be more appropriate. It represents hope, which I never lost.’