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We've just berated them, they like it. This is called family drama. Bloody handprint. Hi, day seven listener. Here, A longtime dreamer of writing a hometown but I never felt I had the right story. Wait, I don't know day's episode seven or day seven, like seven days after we released the first episode.
I don't know. It sounds like literally, I've been listening for seven days and I've dreamed of writing an email forever.
Okay, we were both on the other sides of the Okay.
I don't think mine's right though. I just think it's funny. That would be very funny. Today.
You asked for family drama, and I come from two large Catholic families and started thinking through all the family lore and shenanigans. Could I tell you the story about dangling my little cousin down the second floor laundry shoot oh, or about the island my family used to own in Pittsburgh until they squandered away all of their money and it was seized by the government. Yeah, nope, it has to be the bloody handprint on my grandparents' basement wall. When I was growing up, my grandparents lived in a split level home read lots of stairs, and the lowest level was a cement basement. I was down there one day, probably trying to find their grumpy cat Mo, when I noticed something on one of the cement walls. I looked a little closer and thought it faintly looked like a brownish colored handprint, obviously faded with time. Later that day, in the car, I asked my dad, Hey, is there a hamd print on the basement wall at grandma's house.
Oh?
Yeah, that's from when your great grandmother died. Uh what Yep. Here's the story. My dad and his family of eight moved from Pittsburgh to Ohio when he was a kid, and his grandmother moved with them. It was a tight fit with everyone in the house, and my great grandmother wasn't great with stairs or fully understanding where she was in the new house. She slept in the lower level. One night, she must have woken up and needed to go upstairs to the kitchen, but got confused and went to the cement basement stairs instead. She fell and hit her head. At some point she touched her bloody head and then touched the wall, leaving the infamous bloody handprint. It is exactly yes, it is exactly what you think and think it's going to be Jesus Christ. She did not die there on the floor, but she was not found until the morning and was taken to the hospital where she died later. That's just a straight up try should be doing. This story is a question.
Let's see if they have a point. Let's see if we're going to get someone. I mean, the hamprint remains to this day.
I think is the point that all our families are fucking morbid and weird and we just go along with it like everything's fine, right.
What would have been the problem with going down and rinsing that handprint.
Off, rinsing painting over it. Thanks for all you do and share. This podcast has dramatically impacted the way I see the world and myself. And though my husband is not a listener, he doesn't need to be because I literally retell him every single episode. Stay Sexy and dig deep for those family stories because everyone's got them.
Yeah, that's true, Beth, Beth good point.
I think that's the point is like everyone has a bloody handprint from the great grandmother in the basement wall.
Yeah, that for some reason no one is taken care of.
Yeah, and you have to ask about before they'll tell you about it.
They'll let you, as a child, wander down and do a dark in basement and discover it yourself, right, and not be like we want to keep that there as a remembrance, yeah, or anything.
It's just like, hey, go find it. It's like write a passage. Okay, you know, I'm a stick I am sticking with it. I am what is it sticking by? You're standing by it.
I'm standing by it. Nice stand by your email. Yeah, I mean I like it. Yeah, it's a very good point. It is. It's a little Brene Brown of like that idea that we're all supposed to be ashamed because we're not perfect, right, when in fact we all have we all have all these things. Yeah. Okay. The subject line of this email is you fucking debunked my hometown legend question mark exclamation point, and that says hi, there, K and G. This is usually the part when someone says longtime listener, first time writer. However, I'm breaking the mold. I started listening to MFM in February twenty twenty four and have been breezing through multiple episodes a day. Shout out to my friend Maria for getting me hooked, and to Karen for recommending I skipped the first one hundred.
Why did you do that?
I don't remember that because it was back when we were fucking just blabbing, saying all kinds of horrifying shit. But we're just like so many episodes. There's so many episodes. In the beginning, it was just two gals recording.
A hang having no idea what was happening. But there was a fucking title wave. But now we're doing rewind episodes, so you can listen to those. Instead of going back to the first one hundred, you can listen to the rewind episodes.
Sweet ass plug.
There you go.
This was pre rewind episode, sure, and I was just giving people advice to skip stuff. She wasn't wrong, all right. Then this person writes, I'll get there eventually. Now you don't have to rewind episodes, okay. In episode eight forty three, Karen covers the Hammond, India and a circus train three for no, not even close. In episode four sixty three, I don't There's no way I am that off, Like, what's my brain telling my mouth that I said? Eight forty three?
This is our podcast and nothing has changed from the first one hundred to to now.
It's also the one hundred actually not that different.
From wedding was in the beginning.
You're just in the fourth one hundred, right, okay. In episode four fifty three, Karen covers the Hammond, Indiana circus train crash and mentions Showman's rest at Woodlawn Cemetery, where the victims of the crash were buried. Woodlawn Cemetery is in my small hometown of Forest Park, Illinois. I've been considering writing this writing in this hometown ever since I started listening, But the story I grew up hearing is a bit different. The town legend originally stated that the crash happened in Forest Park and that the only victims were for circus elephants in Forest Home Cemetery. In Forest Park there are four large hills at each corner of the cemetery. The legend had it that the hills were actually the graves of those elephants. You're saying legend, I'm saying, was it your uncle who was just kind of like bored and telling you a story? Legendary uncle? So the most legendary uncle of Forest Park, Illinois my new screenplay. The story seemed so far fetched that even hearing it as a first grader, it never really made sense. I was thrilled to hear the real facts of the story in the latest Spooky Halloween episode and felt an immense sense of pride knowing that there was at least some truth to our small town's legend. Forest Park is a blue collar village just outside of Chicago that is only two square miles and is the home of three cemeteries. Part of the legend is that Forest Park held the world's record for the highest ratio of dead people to a live people. But I'll leave that to you two experts to debunk Daily City, Daily City or Colma, Right, which is the real I mean, all cemeteries, if you got really competitive with Illinois where we're like, I think that belongs to Okay, thank you both so much for being real as shit all the time. We can't help it.
Yeah, it's a crutch.
You've inspired me to start therapy and become sober all in nine months of listening.
God, it's taking me nine years and I'm fucking only on one.
Of those things. Also, this is bullshit, Like this sounds like someone it's like write in this email to make them feel better. It's really changed my life. Double thumbs up. Yep. You are both very special to me and I can't wait to see where the next year of listening takes me. And then parenthesesa says more than likely to the first one hundred episodes. Stay sexy and check your hometown facts and dead to a Live Ratios.
Raylan she here, Raylan, I feel touched.
I'm truly touched.
I feel that was touching and I feel touched.
It's funny because we keep on making jokes right where we shouldn't when people are being touching with us.
It's because we can't handle vulnerability.
It doesn't feel great humor. Cover it all up with humor. Okay, this one's called the balloon Priest. Yet you read that right. He would be friends with Lawnchair Larry. It's a whole subqu Hi.
Karen Georgia an MFM team. I have a hometown that will match Karen's story for Lawnchair Larry, And it comes all the way from Brazil.
Oh.
The Balloon Priest a tale equal parts inspiring, bizarre, and undeniably tragic. The year was two thousand and eight, and on April twentieth, Father Adelier Antonio Dicarli, or as he became known, the Balloon Priest, took flight from a city in the south of Brazil's attached to one thousand helium balloons. Father Adeler's mission wasn't just about grabbing attention. He had a purpose in mind. His goal was to raise funds for a rest area and chapel for truck drivers where they could take a break from the road, recharge, and find spiritual comforters.
That's so specific. I know it's for like maybe it's a cultural I know it could be. And also I know that truck drivers are exhausted all the time and actually probably really need that. But it's like usually orphans.
Children in a far away Yeah, children are hungry, but how about let's think about the truck drivers. They're also hungry and tired, and they need a spiritual comfort. But to accomplish this, he decided to break the record for cluster ballooning and nake it all the way to the state where his brother lived. It was both audacious and outrageous. People couldn't look away. Adelier even went through jungle survival courses, parachute training and packed a GPS parachute and five days worth of food and water on what are they about to tell us?
I don't know, packed on his back, I guess so.
The only problem he didn't know how to use the GPS. After taking off and reaching a dizzying nineteen thousand feet and it says way higher than planned, he was heard frantically saying, quote, I need to figure out this GPS or no one will know where I am end quote. It was a detail only our priest could overlook. But to his credit, he tried valiantly to reach the coast Guard before his phone battery died. Unfortunately, by the time he called in his position, he was far off course swept out over the ocean.
Oh No.
Despite efforts by the Navy, Air Force and even a plane rented by his family, hope faded. Months later, in July two thousand and eight, the lower half of a body was found floating off the coast of Rio de Janeiro, five hundred and twenty two miles away from where he took flight. DNA tests confirmed it was Father Adelier closing this chapter in his Remarkable journey.
God, that's sad.
And then it says jump to twenty thirteen. A pop country duo drops a dancing track that's skyrockets to the top of the Brazilian charts and as everybody dancing to it in nightclubs and social events. I am going to leave you with some of the lyrics from that song, The sun is blazing, it's past noon. I'm not leaving. No one's moving me soon.
I found my.
Car in the pool outside, and my phone's in the microwave. Fried DJ's crazier than the balloon writing priest SSDGM Sam she her So now he's like a pop culture legend.
Yes, like, my life's so crazy. It's crazier than the balloon writing priest. God, I'm just staggered at It was two thousand and eight. Yeah, so it's like this idea. There were people nearby, and there was computers nearby and things that could have helped, Yes, like a GPS. Fucking look, just learn it. That was like me getting that fucking car and then getting into it and being like I don't know how to drive this car.
Yeah, but a GPS isn't going to steer you, you know what I mean? Like, I don't think learning the DPS would have helped it all. Think maybe something to say something better, Yeah, decision walking, Well this is like a long walk to raise money?
How about yeah, exactly, let's keep it on the ground. And also I think with lunch Larry's story, it's just like, do we all need to be told often that you can't control balloons?
And they just go like, how many decades apart do we need to learn this lesson?
It shouldn't be that close. I don't know, like two thousand and eight, it seems like we're due. Hey, hey everybody, if you have some sort of plan to get a bunch of balloons. The balloon Boy, remember the balloon Boy was fake though? Yeah, yeah, that was that was tragic actually because that was weird stage parents, yes, putting their child at the center or something. It was. I feel like the way America reacted to Balloon Boy, it was all like oh no, look away, take away, Oh no, this isn't good. Yeah, it's very sad. Oh anyway that Yeah, you interrupted my great announcement. Hey, if you were thinking of raising money or just going on a trip with balloons, don't do it. You won't be able to control them.
This is our public service announcement talking, don't.
Do it, fucking v end listen. Okay, we'll work on that public service announcement. We'll do another one that star that's more effective. Okay, this is funny sibling story. Hey, ladies, love what you do. I'm the youngest of three daughters, and growing up I always wanted to do whatever my sisters were doing. It was hard for them because I was so much younger and they really wanted nothing to do with me. My oldest sister, Kaylee, came up with a game for us to play, for us to play together that was a good compromise for everyone, called Servant and Princess. From the title, you can probably guess how it went. Kaylee would be the princess and I would be the servant, doing whatever she asked me to do. In return, I would get a quarter as a reward for all my work. I loved this game and I would ask her to play it with me as often as she would allow if her friends came over, even better for me because I got to play with the big kids and would have more princesses to serve im. That's so sweet. I look back and laugh at how funny and brilliant she was for coming up with this game where she got catered to all day. Yeah, and I felt included and loved the time I got to spend with her. Now that we're all grown up, we're very close and I feel lucky to have her as a sister, even though we didn't really get along for the first eighteen years of my life. Isn't that every sister story?
Yeah, you're best friends and then you fucking hate each other more than you've ever hated anyone.
Yeah, and then you're best friends the next day. Yeah, and then it just says thanks for all that you do, Tori. That's cute. Did you see that one?
Like there's like a TikTok video of like the older sister she's probably like ten, telling her your little sister exactly how to ask her for what she wants. Yeah, and it's you know at the no, you may not that little sister so triggered by that as a little sister.
I mean and my big sister sent it to me like this is my favorite, and I this second because I knew you know it's coming.
Say please blah blah blah blah blah, please may I.
No, you may not, No, you may not like the girl and she makes her do it a couple of times and keep suggesting it.
And do it perfectly. Okay, little sisters head.
It's the funniest. And also they just they're always going to do that to you over and over and then it's like, oh, the little the youngest ones are always so wild. It's like we're being mentally tortured on a daily basis.
All we want is attention, and you've taught us that any kind of attention, whether it's good or bad, is positive, right, because that's all we get.
It's all we get, and it has to be earned. So we're starting a podcast. So here's this fucking podcast and we will have it.
It's your fault, Laura and Liah, it's your fucking fault.
Okay.
This is called an absolute child hero.
Yes, hi, it's me, the child hero. It's me.
For the past twenty four years, I've had a thin white box in the bottom of my jewelry box. Inside is a bronze medal attached to a red, white and blue ribbon fastened to a pin.
You're welcome.
George Washington's bust is under the words good Citizenship Award. In two thousand, I was given this medal, interviewed by a local news station, and got my name in the paper. This is the story of how I helped to save my teacher's life. Holy shit, I love this. I remember watching a movie about penguins. All desks were pushed to the sides in my second grade classroom, and all the kids were sitting huddled together under the TV in the dark picture. Miss Hill was at her desk behind us. I got up from the floor and asked her if I could go to the bathroom. She said there was another student out, but when they returned, I could go. About ten minutes later, I got up to ask again. This time, when I approached Miss Hill's desk, she was not there. As I got closer, I saw her sprawled out on the floor. Miss Hill was wearing glasses and the reflection of the movie was playing on them. Oh, I could not see if she was conscious. I slowly and quietly got closer to her until I could see her eyes were closed. My heart was beating so fast and my chest felt on fire. I decided I needed to tell the most in charge adult in the school, the principal, mister Johnson.
Yeah.
I remember running down the hallway to get there. I made it breathlessly to the front office. The secretary asked, what do you need? I responded, Miss Hill is sleeping on the floor and she won't wake up. She stood up, opened mister Johnson's office door behind her, and repeated what I said. Like a superhero. He popped up and started running. When he got there, he turned on all the lights, scared the shit out of my second grade class, and immediately started performing CPR. The paramedics were called and all kids were ushered into another room for the rest of the day. I went home and did my homework as.
Usual, not sharing the events of.
The day with anyone, and those fucking the principal and the secretary, they were just like, thanks so much for Yeah. It wasn't until mister johns And called my mom that night and told her what I did that I realized it was important. I remember my mom with her ear to the phone, tears streaming down her face just staring at me. It turns out Miss Hill suffered cardiac arrest at the age of fifty. Oh no, due to the quick action of mister Johnson and the paramedics, she made a full recovery. If she had gone without CPR for two minutes more, she would have had permanent brain damage.
Oh my god, for this kid's little bladder, for Bailey's little bladder, and also just for hauling ass likes understanding, don't stand there in freeze mode. Yeah, this is something's off yeh.
Miss Hill was in the hospital for the rest of the school year and retired that summer. She never taught, nor did I ever see her again. I would, however, get called down to the attendant's office every year on the anniversary of the event. Miss Hill sent me letters from when I was eight to eighteen thanking me for saving her life. Oh. The last letter I received was when I was a senior in high school. Miss Hill writes her letters. She keeps up with her letters.
That's lovely. The best part of the story.
I did some light stocking while composing this email. Miss Hill is still alive, a beautiful woman in her mid seventies. Her social media is filled with pictures of her children and six grandchildren. Come on, well, that's how I peaked at seven years old. Thank you both for creating the podcast that created this community. At the same time, this little girl helped to save a life. Finding a dead body was on her bucket list and CSI was her favorite show. Yeah, girl, I knew I wasn't the only weirdo. No, stay sexy and look for the helpers, even the tiny ones, Bailey. She hers.
Bailey, first of all, gorgeous intro of that email.
Like the structure of that story.
M just to like, clearly you're way ahead of the other second grade right, Like.
I'm opening with this thing I have and let me tell you why I have it.
The declaration though of like it's me, the child hero, It's me. It's so good. But also, you didn't peek at seven years old, Bailey. You just do the kind of work that goes unappreciated all the time, which is you are a logical, level headed thinker that probably is like, oh, if you leave the dinner plans for your group of friends to that person, they'll go where they want to go, which doesn't have the right seating. You take over and you're like, here we go, this is where we're going. It's all going to work.
Maybe that was the first fucking instance of your badassory and for the rest of your life. Now, yeah, you've been on this trajectory.
You're just doing it. You're the day to day level headed don't panic. Second greater that's grown into I'm assuming a beautiful young woman. I am the Tiger Bailey right. Congratulations. I wish I had a little ribbon, a little ribbon, a rib with George Washington's bus on it. Do I say, busts no bus, George Washington busting' on it bus?
Okay, last I got a look just now from Karen. That means someone's gonna cry.
Someone Kid Pastimes playing in the sand A Strange Brother edition. Hello from the Hellscape. That is the end of twenty twenty four. Hi, Hi, No one's going to save us but ourselves. Create genuine community, find your support system. I'm reading an email right now, just so you know, I'm reading from the first paragraph of this email. We're opening up fucking BYRD and strong. They're coming in saying exactly what needs to be heard. Create genuine community, find your support system, give what you can and as the ever fabulous Divine said, be twice as gay, do twice as many crimes. A fuck, Yes, I love it. What an opening. You asked us for stories of what we did growing up to pass the time. My older brother is two and a half years older than me. He would have a toy gun and I'd have my water baby. And then in parentheses it says a plastic baby filled with water. What the fuck? Because it was like heavy could squirt a baby like? Oh? I think it was like a well, he had a water gun. Oh, a water gun. Sorry. My assumption was that she would use that baby to squirt water. But I think now that I reread it, you're right. It's just a toy gun. It's not a water gun. Toy gun. Let's keep going. I'll help you out, okay. And sometimes the terminator would hang out with the barbies in Rainbow Valley and then that says the stairs when a crystal in the window cascaded rainbows all over the carpet. But my favorite thing we did was play in the sand patio out back. My dad was supposed to make my mom a flagstone patio, and he finally hired someone to do it. Only only forty some years after he promised. Consequently, we had a huge sand pit. We would dig a complex river bed. We stacked wooden logs for the spout of the water hose as our water fell. Once the stream was ready, my brother would run to the side of the house to turn on the water. He'd run back as fast as he could so we could watch our creation come to life. Once we even brought crawdads. We got at a real stream to put in hours, only for them to burrow deep in the sand and never be found.
Oh my god, Oh my god, that's my toes.
Hurt about that. Yep, good luck in your sand pit children. My only sibling, my brother and I drifted apart as drugs took over his life as a teenager, now addicted and living on the streets. I haven't spoken to him in a long time, writing in I'm struck by what an amazing person he was. Most brothers would send the little sister to turn on the water. He wanted me to see it. Oh no, no, thank you for reminiscing playing stream with me, as I can't do it with him. Bigay do crimes? Anonymous, her, i'monymous, Come on, that's a sweet one. Here's the thing, because seriously, the beginning of that email is so smart and good and strong. Yeah, and it's like, and this is I think those kinds of memories and things are truly like the glue. I feel like those kinds of reminding even when there's loss, Yeah, there's beauty. That's why you miss him.
And there's still good memories even though like they're tainted by this thing it sucks by loss, you can still like share them with people and feel them and feel good about them instead of just feeling sad.
That's really sweet. Yeah, and it's the idea, Like it's a great email anyway, but the idea of that they get to understand that that's what their brother did for them is so beautiful.
I want hard to see it. It makes me think of my brother because he would never have done that, as.
Sure my sister would have been like, get out of the sand pit.
This is our sandpit, a sweetheart, I know. All right, Well, thank you guys for the sten to the hometowns. Please send us in whatever it is at my favorite murder at Gmail.
Try to make us cry. That'll be the new request fare you make us cry, make us cool. You know it is. Make Georgia cry. It's easy to make me cry. Make Georgia cry, do it? Do you good luck? Nothing? Nothing sad about animals? No, no, no. I feel like we have to make roles now now everyone knows that we mean poignant cry, not like, oh my.
God, don't call me names, Oh my god.
Please don't bully Georgia through email. I will cry. She's easy, though, that's the way to get it. Don't don't, don't don't do that. Also, stay sex and don't get murdered. Goodby, Elvis.
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