At 7:15 on the morning of June 12, 1962, the guards of Alcatraz prison made a surprising discovery. During the night, three inmates had escaped the allegedly escape-proof prison. Frank Lee Morris, John William Anglin, and Clarence Anglin made it out of their cells, onto the roof of the prison and into the San Francisco Bay without detection. The escape required teamwork, resourcefulness, and a great deal of cleverness.
And it turned out these guys were pretty clever. They drilled out the ventilation systems in their cells, work performed mostly by hand with rudimentary tools, though for a while they did attempt to use a makeshift drill run by a vacuum motor one of them managed to come by.
Using soap and toilet paper they fashioned crude paper-mache dummy heads painted with supplies from prison craft kits and topped with hair harvested from the prison barber shop. These they placed in their beds in order to avoid early detection.
With glue they stole from the prison glove factory, they joined pieces of rubber raincoats to make a raft and life vests. They may even have converted a concertina into a bellows to aid in the inflation of the raft.
Really, if these men had applied their ingenuity and resourcefulness to more societally accepted occupations, they probably could have done well for themselves, and spent significantly less time in prison. But it’s a fascinating story, certainly worthy of a book and a Clint Eastwood film.
I’ve had escapes on the brain lately. It’s a hot trend right now in education and entertainment. Patterns for classroom “break-out” boxes have spattered the Internet and full, themed escape rooms have been popping up across the country. They’re all pretty similar, requiring participants to gather clues and decode puzzles to solve problems, open locks, and escape the room within a time limit.
When my oldest son turned 13 recently, I decided to design an escape room for him and his friends, based on the quirky and beloved British sci fi show Doctor Who, which they all seem to love. If I were a different sort of blogger I would offer a step-by-step, photo-illustrated how-to guide to constructing your own Doctor Who escape room, but I’m not nearly ambitious enough to be that kind of blogger. Still, if you’re interested and want details, drop me an e-mail.
It was a big success, and so about a week and a half later when I got the opportunity to go to an escape room myself, I thought it might be nice to see someone else’s version. Along with my sister and my husband, I was “locked” into a room designed to look like an attic and tasked with opening a secure treasure box. We had an hour and no idea where to start.
Fortunately, we’re a good team of pretty resourceful people. And we’re also fairly clever. We uncovered our treasure and made it out of the room with twelve minutes to spare. The boys in the Dr. Who room were not quite as quick, but to be fair, their team consisted of six thirteen-year-old, hyperactive boys. Cleverness can only compensate for so much. They did make it out in about an hour and fifteen minutes with some occasional redirection.
Morris and the Anglins made their escape, too, becoming the only people to have ever successfully escaped from Alcatraz. Of course there was never any physical evidence that they managed to survive the cold water of the Bay and make it all the way to the freedom they wanted. Enough circumstantial evidence turned up to suggest to the FBI that the men perished in the attempt, and that became the official finding. Even so, it was an impressively clever escape.
Author Sarah Angleton 
I had the same thought as yours. If only those men could have applied their ingenuity, planning, and leadership skills to a worthy endeavor!
I also think that every time I see that show about modern bootleggers. Many of them are brilliant chemists and have a great deal of mechanical and problem solving skills. And they apply it all to living as outlaws.
“If only those men could have applied their ingenuity…” I think the contrary… I think we should shove a lot more people into prison!! Your escape room escapades look marvellous!
At least maybe we need to find a way to tap into all the wasted potential. Ethically, of course. Otherwise that has the makings of a bad sci fi movie, or perhaps a Dr. Who episode.
Escape rooms are all over the place in LA. My husband loves them! Great share about that Alcatraz escape as well. Isn’t that what the Alcatraz swim is based off of?
Ooh. I don’t know about the Alcatraz swim. Sounds intriguing!
Here’s a pretty good post about it. I think I’d just as soon watch from the shore but apparently it’s pretty fun for hardcore swimmers!
https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2017/jan/04/escape-from-alcatraz-swimming-san-francisco-the-rock-shoreline
I had forgotten about this escape–and had never seen that clever painted head. Too bad the Dalek was destroyed! It was awfully cute.
I thought the head was wonderful considering the circumstances. I did take lots of pictures of the Dalek before they got too close.
You are one of the coolest moms ever. And handy with nails and papier mache too. I’m glad you have photos since destruction was part of the experience. Even better, did you secretly video tape the boys as they deduced and concluded? That would be fun to play back at some later reunion! Your creativity and get-‘er-done resourcefulness is why your book is published and more will be. Sarah Angleton escapes confinement.
Thank you! Very kind words indeed. I didn’t video them, though I did take a lot of pictures. They were funny. Very clever boys, all of them, but almost too excited to slow down and think.
It is such an interesting story! And it’s so cool that you made a doctor who themed escape room for your son 😀
Thanks! It was a lot of fun. I didn’t know much about Dr. Who when I decided to do it. I binged a couple of seasons just to get my bearings and accidentally became a straight up Whovian in the process.
You’re welcome! haha that’s great!
You continue to amaze me, Sarah. I must warn you, howevah, that your ongoing examples of creative moxie will have set such a high bar for aspiring Mrs. Angletons that your two sons will reject most of the beauties who cross their radar.
Aw. Thanks, Sam! I think it’ll be okay. I doubt my sons will give much thought to me when they’re busy finding their own Mrs. Angletons. I’m just hoping they’ll remember to call me once in a while.