Speaker 1: Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder, the many So,
Speaker 1: where we read your emails, your stories and emails.
Speaker 2: Emails and stories and anything in between.
Speaker 3: Friends and neighbors. I think you're first.
Speaker 2: Yeah, yeah, okay. The subject line of this email is
Speaker 2: my younger sister did the illegal part. Hello Karen and Georgia.
Speaker 2: You guys are the best and seeing you in Chicago
Speaker 2: was a highlight of twenty twenty five. You absolutely crushed it.
Speaker 2: My story firmly falls into the oldest sister puppeteering younger
Speaker 2: sister category. We love those. The year was two thousand
Speaker 2: and nine and it was a summer afternoon in the
Speaker 2: South Side of Chicago. I am the eldest of five kids.
Speaker 2: At the time, I was nineteen, My twin sisters were eighteen,
Speaker 2: and my twin brothers were thirteen. Jesus, this lineup has
Speaker 2: probably tipped Cairen off to our Irish catholic ness and
Speaker 2: Georgia growing up. I had the ideas and my sister
Speaker 2: Bridget did the doing. She is deeply funny and gave
Speaker 2: little fucks, making her the perfect puppet. On this particular afternoon,
Speaker 2: we found ourselves sitting around plotting how we could get
Speaker 2: alcohol for later that night. We had exhausted our rolodex
Speaker 2: of older cousins and we were not feeling brave enough
Speaker 2: to get a run. Did everyone call it this when
Speaker 2: you sit outside a liquor store and ask a cool
Speaker 2: looking adult to buy you beer?
Speaker 3: Done it so many times?
Speaker 2: My cousin Eileen, I remember she called it tapping shoulder.
Speaker 3: That's so good.
Speaker 2: I think they made that up. Anyways, we had no
Speaker 2: options left when an idea occurred to me, old people
Speaker 2: don't get carted. My plan took little convincing. Bridget was
Speaker 2: immediately in. I spent the next missus doubtfire style, transforming
Speaker 2: her from sunburned teenager into the most convincing grandmother our
Speaker 2: resources could manage.
Speaker 3: Oh my, I.
Speaker 4: Would have never crossed my mind because I can't act too.
Speaker 4: I would have been laughing or crying the whole time.
Speaker 2: Or just being like a scared Oh my god. We
Speaker 2: used an old Halloween wig, an obscene amount of makeup
Speaker 2: we relate, and the oldest looking clothes we could find
Speaker 2: in my mom's closet. Bridget practiced her old lady walk
Speaker 2: and satisfied with the results, we were off.
Speaker 3: If this works, then I'll believe in, God.
Speaker 2: Here we go. We loaded into our hand me down
Speaker 2: nineteen ninety nine silver Grandmarquis.
Speaker 3: Amazing.
Speaker 2: That's an old lady car. Ye never more grateful for
Speaker 2: this geriatric monstrosity of a car than in that moment.
Speaker 2: Surely any liquor store employee seeing someone exit this vehicle
Speaker 2: would assume she's at least sixty five. We parked and
Speaker 2: Bridget shuffled in. We held our breath and watched from
Speaker 2: the car as she made her way to the back
Speaker 2: of the store. She paused in front of the bier,
Speaker 2: then grabbed a case of twisted teas.
Speaker 3: Oh my god, so grandma you know? Yeah, well Grandma's dring.
Speaker 2: Old people love twisted teas. She later said that she
Speaker 2: panicked and could not decide what a grandmother would be
Speaker 2: buying at noon on a Tuesday. As she hobbled up
Speaker 2: to the counter, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten
Speaker 2: about her chipped black nail polish. Jesus, the attendant did
Speaker 2: not seem to notice. He smiled and asked, ah, fun
Speaker 2: party night. She put on her best fake granny voice
Speaker 2: and replied, er yes. He handed her the change, completely
Speaker 2: unaware that she was a high school senior and told
Speaker 2: her to have a good day. We started cheering as
Speaker 2: she walked out, She looked at us, jumped straight into
Speaker 2: the air and I shit, knew you not clicked her
Speaker 2: heels together before sprinting back.
Speaker 3: To the car.
Speaker 1: Worked.
Speaker 2: It fucking worked. The afternoon ended. There's a picture.
Speaker 3: Okay, Oh my god?
Speaker 2: Uh huh. The afternoon ended with us driving to the
Speaker 2: bar where we knew my grandpa Charlie and his Jimmy
Speaker 2: we're at. Bridget cruised in and sat down next to them,
Speaker 2: still fully in character. She tried to talk to them
Speaker 2: for five minutes, but they wanted absolutely nothing to do
Speaker 2: with this random old woman. Finally, she ripped off the
Speaker 2: wig and yelled, Papa, it's me. The entire bar erupted.
Speaker 2: My grandpa was a little horrified, but mostly amused. We
Speaker 2: decided not to push our luck and never dusted off
Speaker 2: that old lady wig again. Despite none of us liking
Speaker 2: twisted teas, you better believe that we forced our way
Speaker 2: through them that night.
Speaker 3: Yeah.
Speaker 2: I'm attaching pictures of Grandma Bridget for your viewing and
Speaker 2: sharing pleasure, as I believe the statue of limitations has
Speaker 2: expired on this stay sexy and don't underestimate a bad wig. Maggie.
Speaker 3: I can't wait to see this. Yeah, i'd totally buy
Speaker 3: it one hundred percent. Look at that outfit.
Speaker 2: It's fucking brilliant.
Speaker 3: It's so good.
Speaker 4: It's like not too over the top, it's not, but
Speaker 4: it's enough. The teeth give it away because she's got
Speaker 4: perfect teeth.
Speaker 2: Right, she should have yellowed those up a little bit.
Speaker 2: The glasses are perfect.
Speaker 3: Lush is perfect fucking blazer.
Speaker 2: I think this scarfer around the head tied under the
Speaker 2: chin is an overplay, yes, but it's still gish. Yeah,
Speaker 2: it gives. And as long as she was kind of
Speaker 2: crouched over and talking in the old lady voice.
Speaker 4: Eyed purse, Oh my god, Like I hate that we
Speaker 4: just gave a bunch of teenagers a fucking there's.
Speaker 3: A great phone over.
Speaker 4: There's one on her across the top of the fucking
Speaker 4: Grand Marquee closing like a pin up.
Speaker 3: Girl. Will put them on our Instagram.
Speaker 2: That second picture is absolutely joy Also, I think the
Speaker 2: Grand Marquee was fifty percent of that. Yes journey.
Speaker 3: It's a giant silver like cop car.
Speaker 2: It's a total Grandma car.
Speaker 4: I want it, Okay, I want bridges to have become
Speaker 4: an actress, and I want her sister who wrote it.
Speaker 3: In to be a makeup artist. Oh my god, that's
Speaker 3: what happened in the end.
Speaker 2: What if it's Maggie Gillenhall and.
Speaker 3: Her sister Bridget Bridge agil at all, Bridgie Chilly, you know.
Speaker 2: The infamous Bridget Chillan.
Speaker 1: Wow.
Speaker 3: That was That was one for the Ages, so epics,
Speaker 3: so good?
Speaker 4: All right, wow, okay, Well I'll have to follow that
Speaker 4: one with uh tornado story. Oh yes, dear Karen and Georgia,
Speaker 4: let's jump right in. In April of nineteen seventy nine,
Speaker 4: my mom, Vicki was sixteen, a junior in high school
Speaker 4: in her Wichita Falls, Texas, and dealing with a breakup.
Speaker 3: On the dresser in her bedroom.
Speaker 4: She had her class ring, her mom's class ring, and
Speaker 4: her recent excess class ring. The ex mark had come
Speaker 4: by asking for the ringback, but my mom refused and
Speaker 4: simply told him that she'd give it back later.
Speaker 2: Sure she wasn't ready.
Speaker 4: No nobody could have known how much later that would be.
Speaker 4: On April tenth, nineteen seventy nine, a massive tornado ripped
Speaker 4: through town in an event now known as Terrible Tuesday.
Speaker 3: Oh you love tornado, I do.
Speaker 4: The tornado touchdown at five fifty five pm, traveled eight
Speaker 4: miles through the city, killing forty two people and destroying
Speaker 4: more than one hundred commercial businesses, two schools, and more
Speaker 4: than three thousand homes.
Speaker 2: Oh my god.
Speaker 4: On that evening, my mom, her parents, and her brother,
Speaker 4: who had come by the house for dinner, were getting
Speaker 4: ready to eat when the tornado warning hit. My granddad
Speaker 4: ordered everyone into the car to drive out of town.
Speaker 4: My mom argued because even at sixteen, she knew that
Speaker 4: being in a car during a tornado is a famously
Speaker 4: bad idea. But Dad said get in. And when the
Speaker 4: Texas Dad says that you get in. The only one
Speaker 4: not required to leave was her brother, who stayed behind.
Speaker 4: I guess he was over eighteen, so he's.
Speaker 2: Like, fuck you, I'm just going to hang out here.
Speaker 3: In the tornado house.
Speaker 4: They drove out of town a bit, but then couldn't
Speaker 4: go anymore as there was too much traffic with cars
Speaker 4: pulled over as everyone was.
Speaker 3: Trying to leave.
Speaker 2: That's so scary.
Speaker 3: That's like why you don't get in your car and
Speaker 3: trying to drive somewhere.
Speaker 2: Also, that's when the LA fires were happening and I
Speaker 2: had fires literally in a ring around my neighborhood. Yeah,
Speaker 2: I left my house because I was like saying, I
Speaker 2: can't get out while everyone else is trying to get out.
Speaker 4: Exactly. That's exactly why I left, like before I needed to. Yeah,
Speaker 4: that's and my cousin was one of the ones got
Speaker 4: stuck in the palisades, like driving out and her car
Speaker 4: got fucking burned.
Speaker 3: For really, she run. Yeah. So later that day I
Speaker 3: was like, I'm not.
Speaker 4: Doing this nod terrifying. Yeah. So my mom watched the
Speaker 4: tornado as it barreled through town. It was over a
Speaker 4: mile wide and looked like a massive black wall. When
Speaker 4: it passed, they drove back toward their house and realized
Speaker 4: at the end of their block that all of the
Speaker 4: houses were leveled. It went from a normal neighborhood and
Speaker 4: houses to nothing. Her brother, who had stayed behind, survived
Speaker 4: by sheltering in a closet under the stairway, and when
Speaker 4: he emerged, the entire second story of their house was gone.
Speaker 4: So I can show you a photo of the houses
Speaker 4: before and after of the house beautiful, oh seventies looking
Speaker 4: normal house. Oh, then that like if her brother hadn't there,
Speaker 4: he would have died, right, he was hiding like there
Speaker 4: somewhere there isn't it? Fucking but like that's an uninhabitable
Speaker 4: tear down, yes, and so random, Yeah, we'll show it
Speaker 4: on her Instagram, Okay. And so the entire second story
Speaker 4: was gone, which meant my mom's room and the class
Speaker 4: rings were gone as well. Remember that my mom really
Speaker 4: only cared about the class rings and even searched in
Speaker 4: the ditch behind the house. She never found them. In
Speaker 4: the end, my grandparents decided to sell the lot rather
Speaker 4: than rebuild, and the rings were presumed lost. Fast forward
Speaker 4: ten years to nineteen eighty seven. Vicki and Mark exchange
Speaker 4: different rings. What so they get back together and get
Speaker 4: married and then emoji with a heart's in its eyes.
Speaker 4: Fast forwards sixteen more years to two thousand and three.
Speaker 4: I'm thirteen years old, the middle of Mark and Vickie's
Speaker 4: three daughters. The family who rebuilt the old lot is
Speaker 4: still living there. Their nineteen year old son is in
Speaker 4: the backyard when their dogs dig something up, and what
Speaker 4: do they find? A writer high school class of nineteen
Speaker 4: seventy nine ring with the initials M l oh.
Speaker 3: The photo of it too.
Speaker 4: This is from Molly. You fucking kill this email. Mollys,
Speaker 4: look at that vintage classics.
Speaker 2: Unbelievable.
Speaker 4: They borrow a yearbook, realized the former resident is now
Speaker 4: married to a guy named Mark, and call my mom.
Speaker 4: My mom brought my sisters and me in on the news,
Speaker 4: and one night we played a game of asking my
Speaker 4: dad if he could remember what his class ring looked like.
Speaker 4: He ended up describing me at all wrong classic and
Speaker 4: then my mom said did it look like this and
Speaker 4: held out the ring to him. He was shocked and amazed.
Speaker 4: Of course, stay sexy and give your ex his class
Speaker 4: ringback so it's not lost in a tornado. Or maybe
Speaker 4: don't Mollie.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, I know that is when you start like,
Speaker 2: when it started going that direction, I was like, they
Speaker 2: found the ring, Like, how is that possible?
Speaker 4: And just in the backyard sitting there. That's why you
Speaker 4: need to always bring a name metal to Texas and
Speaker 4: bring it with you everywhere you go. That's literally what
Speaker 4: I want to.
Speaker 2: Say from house to house. Okay, I'm not going to
Speaker 2: read you the subject line. It says, hey folks, my
Speaker 2: maternal great friend father or Papa Pete as my family
Speaker 2: called him was a character. He was a raging alcoholic who,
Speaker 2: to me sounds like a total piece of shit, but
Speaker 2: at his core cared for his children, my grandmother and
Speaker 2: her siblings. The closest fictional character I can compare them
Speaker 2: to is Frank Gallagher from Shameless.
Speaker 3: Oh fuck, that's rough.
Speaker 2: He frequently went on drinking and gambling binges where his
Speaker 2: family wouldn't hear from him for weeks. He gave classic
Speaker 2: drunk advice, my favorite of which being if you have
Speaker 2: nowhere to sleep, sleep on a grave because no one
Speaker 2: will bother you. And then it says classy, but that's
Speaker 2: really true. I kept thinking about that, where I'm like,
Speaker 2: that's really true. Yeah, you go into a graveyard at night,
Speaker 2: you're alone pretty much, Yeah, kind of, Well, some drinking teenagers,
Speaker 2: but they're scared of you and ghosts and ghosts, but
Speaker 2: they're also scared of you. So, without further ado, it's
Speaker 2: the late sixties in the small town of Watumpka, Alabama,
Speaker 2: population of about four thousand people at the time. My
Speaker 2: great grandmother big Mama no I'm not kidding, gets a
Speaker 2: phone call from a sheriff in Texas. Ma'am, are you
Speaker 2: the wife of Pete Brooks, Yes, ma'am, your husband is dead.
Speaker 2: He'd drunk himself to death. You're gonna have to come
Speaker 2: to Texas to collect his body. Big Mama, who's only
Speaker 2: about thirty at the time, while holding this charming nickname,
Speaker 2: by the way, is devastated. She takes her two young
Speaker 2: teenage daughters on a road trip to Texas to bring
Speaker 2: the body of their father home to Alabama to be buried.
Speaker 2: They enter the police station, they explained that they are
Speaker 2: there to collect mister Rook's remains. The young mother and
Speaker 2: her daughters are brought around the corner to the cells,
Speaker 2: only to find Pete Rooks drunk off his ass and
Speaker 2: slurring his helloes to his wife and daughters. What Pete
Speaker 2: had gone on a bender so grandiose that it carried
Speaker 2: him three states away. Upon being arrested for god knows what,
Speaker 2: the sheriff must have asked him who he could call
Speaker 2: to come pick him up from the station. Pete knew
Speaker 2: no one would come pick him up up in Texas,
Speaker 2: all the way from Alabama now, and he was out
Speaker 2: of money, so, being the genius he was, he told
Speaker 2: the shareff to call his wife and tell her that
Speaker 2: he had died.
Speaker 4: Okay, the sheriff is so complicit and it's so not okay,
Speaker 4: and it was your job to not do that.
Speaker 2: This is this is a real bros before host situation.
Speaker 2: That is like, and that's the.
Speaker 4: Diastation that they went through the whole time before knowing that,
Speaker 4: just because you were like, come pick me up.
Speaker 3: Yeah, and the share was like, let's do it.
Speaker 2: Boys club. Wow, that's why the girls clubs must we
Speaker 2: must get serious about the girls club. Yes, because the
Speaker 2: boys have been boys club and for far too long.
Speaker 3: You've had your fucking day.
Speaker 2: Can you imagine how furious you would be? Okay, he
Speaker 2: knew that the only way his wife would come pick
Speaker 2: his dumb ass up in a whole other state after
Speaker 2: no contact, no apology, and no money to fund the
Speaker 2: trip was over his dead body. I can't even imagine
Speaker 2: that twelve hour car ride of shame home. And that's
Speaker 2: my crazy great grandparents' story. JS.
Speaker 4: Shit, you got one of those stories, email them to us.
Speaker 4: Please fucked up things someone's ever done to you?
Speaker 2: Also, if you feel shamed, yeah, maybe not that bad.
Speaker 2: If you have a story that where you feel like
Speaker 2: you're supposed to feel shame or that somebody's bad, they're
Speaker 2: not right. Write it in. Let's let us decide.
Speaker 3: Yeah, we'll tell you the truth.
Speaker 2: Um, okay, we'll tell you the truth.
Speaker 3: Let's see. Okay.
Speaker 4: Oh and this is it's a Memorial Day when this
Speaker 4: comes out, So this is kind of a Memorial Day story.
Speaker 4: Hello ladies and Emotional Support animals. I was born and
Speaker 4: raised in Buffalo, New York. My family traveled from Italy
Speaker 4: sometime around eighteen ninety and decided to make the city
Speaker 4: of Good Neighbors their home. In nineteen ninety six, my
Speaker 4: grandfather embarked on a dedicated search to locate his missing uncle, Bartholomew,
Speaker 4: who had served in World War Two. Initially, the family
Speaker 4: had been informed that he was missing an action, but
Speaker 4: later but the military communicated that he had been killed
Speaker 4: in battle, with no remains discovered. Due to the onset
Speaker 4: of Alzheimer's disease, my grandfather's pursuit was tragically interrupted. However,
Speaker 4: in twenty nineteen, my father took it upon himself to
Speaker 4: continue the search. He began reaching out to distant relatives
Speaker 4: he had never met and joining Facebook groups dedicated to
Speaker 4: the families of missing veterans. After years of tireless research,
Speaker 4: my father discovered a cemetery in Luxembourg that still contained
Speaker 4: approximately one hundred unmarked graves. Given that Bartholomew's last known
Speaker 4: location was in this area and he had been missing
Speaker 4: for seventy five years, it seemed to be the most
Speaker 4: likely place to find him. In a remarkable turn of events,
Speaker 4: several family members submitted DNA samples, which ultimately allowed us
Speaker 4: to confirm Botholomew's identity among the unmarked graves. WHOA I
Speaker 4: know after all that time?
Speaker 2: So I wonder if the army or whatever it was
Speaker 2: has some sort of procedure to keep something so they
Speaker 2: contest totally.
Speaker 4: And then his remains were repatriated to Buffalo for a
Speaker 4: proper military burial, just in time for would have been
Speaker 4: his one hundred and fourth birthday. On Memorial Day WOW
Speaker 4: on Saturday, June first, twenty twenty four. Bartholomew received full
Speaker 4: military honors and was laid to rest with his family.
Speaker 4: Bring enclosure to a story that has resonated in our
Speaker 4: family for generations. Is a profound and moving moment. To
Speaker 4: know that after so many years, he will finally rest
Speaker 4: with those who loved him. My Papa, who passed away
Speaker 4: on October fourteenth, twenty twenty four, has now been reunited
Speaker 4: with his beloved uncle SSDGM K. Wow, that's a powerful story.
Speaker 4: Yeah for Memorial Day, totally.
Speaker 3: Wow.
Speaker 2: Well, if you're enlisted, if you're in any part of
Speaker 2: the military in this country, thank you for your service.
Speaker 3: Yes, thank you.
Speaker 2: And thank you to World War Two veterans for fighting Nazis.
Speaker 3: Yeah, literal Nazi.
Speaker 2: Very important to fight Nazis.
Speaker 3: Let's do it. Okay.
Speaker 2: My last email, the subject line is a fun train
Speaker 2: derailment question mark. Hello murder pals. I know you're awesome.
Speaker 2: You know you're awesome. We don't need to discuss it.
Speaker 2: Some random Wednesday in two thousand and seven, my grandfather
Speaker 2: picked me up from school, just like any other day.
Speaker 2: We made some small talk on the way home, and
Speaker 2: when we walked in the door, he told me that
Speaker 2: he had a gift for me. While I waited, my
Speaker 2: grandmother showed me a brand new diamond ring he had
Speaker 2: just given her. This was weird since my grandparents weren't
Speaker 2: exactly well off. My gift was a brand new laptop.
Speaker 2: Since our household computer was of the nineties and it
Speaker 2: was on its last leg. I was eager to get
Speaker 2: on MySpace in less than a fifteen minute wait time.
Speaker 2: So I stopped wondering if my grandfather had pulled a
Speaker 2: bank job, and I went on to my room right,
Speaker 2: and I don't ask questions questions, just log on. Fast
Speaker 2: forward to a few hours when the nightly news came on.
Speaker 2: Being a teenager, I didn't watch the news, but I
Speaker 2: happened to walk through the living room at just the
Speaker 2: right time to see my grandfather on the screen talking
Speaker 2: about how something felt like an earthquake. Super Confused, I
Speaker 2: stopped to listen. That afternoon, he had stopped at a
Speaker 2: convenience store. It was one of those stores you wouldn't
Speaker 2: know was a store if unless you were a local,
Speaker 2: just a boring, tiny building on the side of the road.
Speaker 2: There's nothing unusual about him stopping there. But what he
Speaker 2: conveniently didn't mention at all that day was that while
Speaker 2: he was there, a fucking train ran through the store.
Speaker 3: Well, I forgot about the train completely right.
Speaker 2: According to the News, a train engineer ignored a stop
Speaker 2: signal when he was backing up on an offloading track,
Speaker 2: which caused three train cars to roll through a dirt
Speaker 2: barrier and hit the store thirty feet from where the
Speaker 2: track ends. The owner managed to get everyone out safely,
Speaker 2: including having to pull out a customer who went into
Speaker 2: shock and had to be sent to the hospital. My
Speaker 2: grandfather had only a tiny cut on his nose, probably
Speaker 2: from his glasses being pushed into his face from the
Speaker 2: impact duda of a train train. I don't remember the
Speaker 2: store ever reopening, and eventually it was demolished. But as
Speaker 2: far as I know, trains have run without incident in
Speaker 2: my hometown ever since. Oh yeah, in the gifts, he
Speaker 2: stopped there to buy a lottery ticket. The ticket won
Speaker 2: him one hundred thousand dollars.
Speaker 3: Sorry, what the fuck?
Speaker 4: I was like he stole the money when like everyone
Speaker 4: had evacuated.
Speaker 2: He says, yeah, not only did he survive a freak
Speaker 2: trained derailment, but he won more than my salary from
Speaker 2: the ticket he bought immediately before it happened.
Speaker 3: What the fuck?
Speaker 2: Stay sexy and avoid stores near train tracks, Brits or don't.
Speaker 2: And then our producer Kate Shallenbach looked the incident up
Speaker 2: and she says there was indeed a trained derailment near
Speaker 2: in Lancaster, South Carolina, in two thousand and seven. The
Speaker 2: train ran into a by Right convenience store, and Kate
Speaker 2: found a print interview quoting a witness who had stopped
Speaker 2: and to get a lottery ticket when the train crashed
Speaker 2: into the store. No one died in this incident.
Speaker 4: I mean the time, the timeline that you're on in
Speaker 4: this life. If that's it, After that, that's pretty fucking great.
Speaker 2: Constant whistling, constant chill attitude.
Speaker 3: Yes, someone likes you.
Speaker 2: Just just I am blessed.
Speaker 3: Oh my god, wow. Okay. My last one is just
Speaker 3: about medieval family folklore. Oh just that.
Speaker 4: Yeah, okay, Hi, Karen and Georgia. Greetings from Brussels. I'll
Speaker 4: get straight into it. I'm from the rural part of Belgium, Limburg.
Speaker 4: I've been to Belgium.
Speaker 3: Isn't that weird?
Speaker 2: Yeah?
Speaker 4: Back in the late medieval times this area was mostly farms,
Speaker 4: tiny wooden houses with thatched roofs, and local pubs.
Speaker 2: Take me so fun.
Speaker 4: Life was fine if you were hard working. Unfortunately, I
Speaker 4: come from a long line of quote enthusiastic enjoyers of
Speaker 4: life not exactly align with the whole reap what you
Speaker 4: sew lifestyle. So my ancestors found a solution. A gang,
Speaker 4: not just any gang, the biggest and most notorious one
Speaker 4: in the region. Their name okay, here I go uh
Speaker 4: du Bacan writers, Brocken Writers writers literally the goat writers.
Speaker 2: Oh, and that says.
Speaker 4: I know goat writers. Folklore says they rode goats through
Speaker 4: the night. Some stories even mentioned flying goats. In reality,
Speaker 4: they were more into leaving threatening burn letters on people's doores,
Speaker 4: not to be confused with the mean girl burned the book,
Speaker 4: and since everything was made of wood and straw very
Speaker 4: flammable vibes, the letters basically said nice home, you got there,
Speaker 4: It would be a shame if it burned down.
Speaker 3: People had to pay to avoid.
Speaker 2: That shit like early mafia yeah, or Brussels Mafia.
Speaker 3: Yeah.
Speaker 4: My family name shows up in multiple court documents connected
Speaker 4: to this gang. I find that both cool and slightly concerning,
Speaker 4: and honestly a bit explanatory for how my family still
Speaker 4: operates today. No crime, just creative thinking. It doesn't end
Speaker 4: well though. Two of my ancestors were hanged in a
Speaker 4: nearby town after being tortured for a confession. When I
Speaker 4: was about eight, my dad took me there. The original
Speaker 4: gallows were still standing in front of the town hall.
Speaker 4: WHOA my dad somehow arranged a meeting with the mayor
Speaker 4: to discuss our family history. I vividly remember us walking
Speaker 4: into the office and my dad immediately joking, so who
Speaker 4: here hanged my family? It remains one of my favorite
Speaker 4: childhood memories to this day. Now that I've uncovered my
Speaker 4: dad's side, I'm looking into my mom's. Apparently my grandparents
Speaker 4: were heavily involved in resistance efforts during.
Speaker 3: The Nazi occupation.
Speaker 4: Oh yes, they rarely talked about it because of the trauma,
Speaker 4: even though that's where their love story began. Wow, maybe
Speaker 4: a story for another day. Anyway, Thank you for being
Speaker 4: you heart emoji, stay sexy, and maybe don't trust anyone
Speaker 4: who rides goats.
Speaker 3: M M.
Speaker 2: Please write in the love story where your grandparents met
Speaker 2: during the resistance.
Speaker 3: We need resistance love stories.
Speaker 2: We need all resistance stories, any.
Speaker 3: Any like today? Are there any resistance that's right?
Speaker 2: Minneapolis? Come on, let.
Speaker 3: Us write us at gu what is it? My favorite
Speaker 3: murder at gmail dot com?
Speaker 2: Thank you, goat writers in the sky.
Speaker 3: That's right, Stay sex and don't get murdered. Good goodbye, Elvis.
Speaker 3: Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2: This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 4: Our senior producer is Molly Smith and our associate producer
Speaker 4: is Tessa Hughes.
Speaker 2: Our editor is Aristotle Ascevedo.
Speaker 3: This episode was mixed by Leona Squalacci.
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