A few years ago, I was searching for an auto repair shop not far from our winter residence in Florida in a lakeside town of Ocklawaha. Driving into this little podunk village, I couldn’t believe it had an auto shop because the town itself had six buildings at most. But yes, a worker at a gas station told me, “The garage across the street used to repair cars but it’s been closed for nearly a year.” Curious, I drove over and peered through one of the dirty windows.

“Can I help you, sir?” Startled, I saw a nice-looking young man, maybe in his mid-30s, appear from around a corner.

“I was looking for this shop not realizing it was closed,” I answered.

“Yeah, we moved the business to Orlando, now managed by my cousin. I’m Shawn Rajapor, the owner. What were you needing done?”

I explained to him, that the CD player in my car no longer worked and I was hoping to get it fixed.

“Let me take a look,” he offered.

Shawn then did a quick inspection of my car’s audio system, sliding a credit card back and forth in the CD slot. He declared the CD ejection springs had broken, but a used radio from a junkyard would cost no more than $25 and he’d be happy to install it for me.

Shawn and I then had a chat during which I was totally blown away by this amazingly bright, personable young guy. I learned Shawn lived in Ocklawaha, having moved there with his parents from New York twenty years earlier. His dad was East Indian and his mother African American. After graduating from high school in just three years, Shawn had an academic scholarship to the University of Central Florida. As a favor to his father, he enrolled in pre-law but was bored stiff memorizing case law. It was a great disappointment to his father, but Shawn dropped out and went to work for an uncle who had a car repair business. Shawn was fascinated by the computer systems in newer cars and soon had his own shop specializing in Hi-Fi auto sound systems. And his business flourished.

I left Shawn that day, agreeing to call him when I had a replacement radio and eager to tell my wife about this fascinating person I just met. I also decided I had to write a story about Shawn, but first needed to learn more about this little whistle-stop town of Ocklawaha.

Well, it turned out that Ocklawaha history was even more of a surprise than Shawn Rajapor. During the 1930’s the Ma Barker Gang shared the FBI’s Most Wanted List with Machine Gun Kelly, Bonnie and Clyde, and John Dillinger. And Ma Barker and her sons had a hideout in Ocklawaha! Unfortunately for the Barkers, one of the sons, Doc, was tracked to an apartment in Chicago where he was arrested by G-men. A map was found in the apartment with the Ocklawaha town circled.

The FBI staged a raid on the Barker’s hideout in Ocklawaha and in the longest shootout in FBI history—four hours—machinegunned and killed Ma Barker and a son, Freddie. The house they were renting still stands with plaster patches now covering the exterior bullet holes, but inside shattered banisters and walls still reveal evidence of the gun battle.


Rumors were told over the years that the Barkers buried some of their stolen loot on the Ocklawaha property.

Here, suddenly I had the seeds for an interesting crime story featuring my hero, Shawn Rajapor, as a super-sleuth mystery solver.

The 7,000-word historical fiction story I wrote was submitted to Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine. I didn’t even get the courtesy of a rejection letter. Maybe they didn’t get it. Maybe the story was too long. Maybe the magazine is out of business. And I kind of forgot about it. But now rereading a draft of my tale, I think it’s not bad. I’m renewing my submission consideration to find a magazine publisher and will let you know what luck I have.

Anyone want to read a copy of the story? Let me know. I’ll send it to you. I’d welcome your feedback.

7 thoughts on “Ocklawaha

  1. Jim, Yes, I sure would like to read your story. Charlotte and I used to go through Oklawaha on many occasions and always passed the Barker’s house. A nice little Italian restaurant just down the street.

  2. Jim, I enjoyed the read. Hope is well with both of you.
    You might be interested in what went on here last night. As you may remember, I have been volunteering at the American Legion for several years and for the last couple years as the office manager taking in new members, transfers, and renewing the nearly 10,000 embers including the auxiliary and the Son’s.
    Well last night on June 6, D-Day, we honored a WWII Navy Coxwain who made 5 trips to the Omaha beach 79 years ago delivering soldiers on his landing craft.

  3. You know I want to read it! I promise no edits. Julie

  4. I’d love to read your story. I live in The Villages and travel through Ocklawaha often on my trike en route to one of several diners for breakfast.

  5. Stark,

    You sure get around. What a life. Good luck with the tale.

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