December 8, 2025 • 23 mins
This week’s hometowns include a hitchhiking 12-year-old and a girl scout field trip to visit a cult.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello, and welcome's my favorite murder.
Speaker 2 (00:19):
That's Georgia Hart.
Speaker 1 (00:20):
Start, that's Kary.
Speaker 2 (00:21):
The minisodes. Yeah, we knew that it was the MINIESOD. Yeah,
if you're listening to minisodes, you don't need to know
who we are. What's important is the email.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
For some reason, we're not going to tell you who
this is. It's a secret when it's a minisode. Okay,
you go first. Okay, hitchhiking story to the women that
have gotten me through it all. I want to start
off with a confession. I'm not even that into true crime.
I am still, however, a Day One listener, not because
of my obsession with true crime, but because of my
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obsession with each of you and the inspiring friendship you share.
I am being so serious when I say that this
is the only podcast I listened to my mom, and
I've listened to every episode at least three times.
Speaker 2 (01:03):
Wow.
Speaker 1 (01:03):
But in the interest of everyone's time, let's get into it.
Speaker 2 (01:06):
Every episode three times doesn't like true crime. We need
to send this person a gift pasketay.
Speaker 1 (01:11):
Truly, Jesus, like a rat alday or something.
Speaker 2 (01:13):
Yeah, so sorry.
Speaker 1 (01:15):
The year is twenty eleven. I'm in sixth grade and
It's my first time taking the school bus alone. My
divorced and working mother had just started the four am
shift at her job at our local grocery store, so
it was now my responsibility to make sure I woke up,
fed myself, and made it to the bus stop before
the six forty five pickup. Why do we make children
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wake up so fucking early?
Speaker 2 (01:37):
Get them ready for factory work, That's what it's all about.
Speaker 1 (01:40):
It's sickening to me.
Speaker 2 (01:41):
Bell's early morning stop at everyone. It's based on like
farm hand Wyeah. It's like you gotta be up before
the sun is up.
Speaker 1 (01:48):
I mean, honestly, like half of my issues with school,
I think we're because I was so fucking tired because
we had to get up at six in the morning.
Speaker 2 (01:55):
The most trouble I ever got into was I think
I was a junior and I got up, took a shower,
and I remember because my mom had knew bath sheets,
so they're really big, so I had one in my
hair and one around my body, and I sat back
down on my bed, fell over and went back to sleep,
and she came by because she was always trying to
get to work, yeah, and was like, God, damn it.
But I was like, obviously there was something going on
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with my system that.
Speaker 1 (02:19):
My child is tired. That's not something you should get
in trouble for.
Speaker 2 (02:22):
Why am I so tired? Could you figure it out?
You work at a goddamn hospital.
Speaker 1 (02:26):
I would fall asleep in class every fucking day in
like fourth grade, and no one said shit about it.
That's not okay.
Speaker 2 (02:32):
Maybe I'm anemic, Maybe I have anmic.
Speaker 1 (02:34):
Maybe I have sleep apne out Hey, I do have
sleep apnea. And I found out when I was fucking thirty,
Like what they have add Oh, yeah I do too.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
Yeah?
Speaker 1 (02:41):
What the fuck?
Speaker 2 (02:42):
Everyone sugar sensitivity and I'm filled with corn pops before
I come to school.
Speaker 1 (02:47):
I'm a lad drink soda. Okay, that's let's digress, shall we.
But that's our that's our platform, that's our problem. Look
at us now. I don't wake up till eleven o'clock
every day. I arrived at the bus stop on time,
proud of my new found agency, and I began to
wait and wait and wait. After about fifteen minutes, I
began to panic. I fucked up my first day of
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taking care of myself, and now I had no way
to get to school. Had the bus come earlier than usual.
Is the pickup spot different from last year? My young
mind raced as I thought of the consequences of missing
school because I couldn't get to the bus stoup on time.
As I sat sobbing on the sidewalk outside of our
apartment complex, a man pulled his car over and asked
if I was okay. Yes, I responded, cautiously, since it
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is twenty eleven after all, and stranger daser had been
instilled in me. Since I could remember what's wrong, he asked,
since I was clearly in distress, I've missed the school bus,
I responded, sheepishly, foolishly aware of the danger I was in.
Maybe it was the fact that he claimed to work
at our apartment complex and then it says textbook serial
killer lie. Or maybe it was because he scolded me
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the moment I accepted to never do this again. But
for some unknown reason, I trusted this random man to
drive me to school. Oh shockingly, I arrived at school unscathed.
He says, do you want to ride? She says okay.
He gets in the car and he goes.
Speaker 2 (04:07):
Never do this, Never do this again.
Speaker 1 (04:09):
You're so lucky. I'm fucking normal.
Speaker 2 (04:11):
That's what happened long ago when my ex and I
picked up these two like thirteen year olds at a
gas station at one am. We're driving up to pet
Luma and they were standing around trying to make phone calls,
and there was all these men that I could they
were just watching them at this and I was like, girls,
what are you doing? Why are you here this late?
And they're like, all ride left us and I'm gonna
get into the car. Never get into anyone's car, but
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get into my car. And I was like, do you
know miss Kilgareff over at Lose Sutton And they were like,
oh yeah. So it was like, oh my god, thank
god it was Nevado.
Speaker 1 (04:41):
Yeah, like the middle of nowhere.
Speaker 2 (04:43):
I was so mad at these girls.
Speaker 1 (04:44):
I was just like, what are you doing?
Speaker 2 (04:46):
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Speaker 1 (04:48):
Luckily they got you shamed. I had done something so risky,
but really I wouldn't have to deal with the ridicule
of missing the bus. On my first attempt, I shoved
my anxiety aside and reached for the entrance to my school,
but it was locked, as it turns out. As it
turns out, I actually hadn't missed the bus due to
my own twelve year old negligence. That particular Monday happened
to be a two hour late start, meaning the bus
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I sobbed over would be arriving an hour and a
half from the moment of my realization, not only had
I risked my life because of a clerical error, but
I was now stranded at school. I ultimately walked to
my friend's house that lived near the school, and the
rest of the day went accordingly, But holy fuck, I
risked being abducted for what. Middle school insane SSDGM and
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don't risk your life from middle school Vanessa.
Speaker 2 (05:36):
Vanessa, the pressure of doing the bus correctly, it's not
on you. It's so awful, and especially then when you're like,
because the first thing they said was ridicule.
Speaker 1 (05:46):
I'm going to get in trouble. You're going to get
in trouble for not getting their own time, But you're
also gonna be in trouble if you accept a ride
from someone.
Speaker 2 (05:53):
It's so much pressure for a young mind who can't
handle that love. That's how you know they're young.
Speaker 1 (05:59):
Isn't logical, doesn't know like a to B two C.
Speaker 2 (06:02):
Can't go if the bus isn't here. It's not my
fault totally, and I don't have to solve the fact
that the bus isn't here. I just go back home
and go the bus never came, right, But they don't
know that that's what a fourteen year old would do,
right with twelve year old Nope, Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (06:17):
This is why I could never have children. I could
just couldn't let them go out into the world. I'd
be like, I haven't taught you everything.
Speaker 2 (06:23):
You're at work typing. I'm getting a weird feeling.
Speaker 1 (06:25):
I wonder if she's out in the world.
Speaker 2 (06:27):
I hope she's not crying in a man's car somewhere. Okay,
I'm not gonna read it. The subject line of this
it says, Dear Karen and Georgia. I grew up in
a small coal town in northeastern Pennsylvania, right outside of Scranton. Yes,
like the office. My dad grew up in that same
small town. In the seventies and eighties. He was friends
with a kid named Joe Alicio who just didn't seem
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quite right. My dad will be the first to tell
you that he got into a lot of trouble as
a teen, but will also tell you that this kid
was on a different level animal abuse, setting fires, et cetera,
et cetera. Long story short. Nineteen eighty one, when he
was fifteen years old, Joe killed two children, Cheryl and
Christopher Ziemba. They were eight and four years old, and
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then he rolled their bodies into a carpet and dumped
them down a mine shaft up in the mountains behind
my dad's childhood home. Oh my god, the entire town
went looking for these children. My grandma tells me that
she can still hear the townspeople yelling their names and
not hearing anything back. And guess who was part of
the search party. That's right, Joe. The part that gets
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me is when they found the bodies. Christopher was wearing
his favorite Superman T shirt and Joe had recently tried
to claim that Cheryl's death was an accident and that
he killed Christopher out of panic. He tried to appeal
his life sentence but got turned down. He will not
be eligible for parole until twenty forty one. Thanks for
everything you do. I saw you in Denver recently and
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it made my year SSDGM THCs.
Speaker 1 (07:58):
Okay man, those are the stories like your town just
never gets over. No, it stays with everyone. The entire
town's looking for a brother and a sister. Yeah, I
mean awful. Oh my god. That's like when I picked
her the seventies and eighties. I'm like, well, everyone was
just looking for missing children.
Speaker 2 (08:14):
Yes, all the time, and always baffled and kind of like,
what's going on and.
Speaker 1 (08:18):
Why would this happen? Yeah, let's blame satanists.
Speaker 2 (08:22):
Way, let's blame satanists because the idea of the guy
that did it is in the search party is beyond
comprehension until what the last fifteen years.
Speaker 1 (08:32):
Because you don't understand what evil looks like. It looks
like everyone else, It looks like you and me. This
is an or so we thought story. Hey MFM crew,
I've always wanted to tell the story, and now is
my time. In twenty twenty, I met my husband David
during the pandemic. We both got COVID right after meeting
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and quarantined together for two weeks. Being sick like that
after just a few weeks of knowing each other was
so crazy, but we made it out live. After a
few weeks of getting better, we decided to go for
a three day weekend trip to an airbnb in a
little town in West Virginia. On our second day there,
I was lying down near a window and saw a dog.
It was really cold, so I went outside to see
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if the dog had a collar. He did have a collar,
but he was filthy and didn't seem like he had
a tag. My husband and I stayed with this dog
outside for most of the day and thought about bringing
him inside. There was a walkable grocery store nearby, so
I headed there to get the dog some food. The
cashier saw me looking at dog food and said, is
Axel over there? He likes to play with all the
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tourists that come by. I'm starving.
Speaker 2 (09:38):
Oh, I'm just a lazza dog.
Speaker 1 (09:40):
I'm Axel. She then showed me pictures of Axel and
other dogs that like to come around frequently. Oh my god,
the suckers at the airbnb, the fucking coastal Elite.
Speaker 2 (09:50):
Where they're just kind of like, if you make your
eyes wide enough, you'll get a full dinner in the
rightddle of the day.
Speaker 1 (09:54):
Tail between legs, you're golden. Oh my god. She called
him a street dog gang. She also told me that
Axel is almost taken by a previous couple who were
staying at that Airbnb, but they ended up leaving him behind.
She told me he had an owner, a Penny Somethings.
I can't remember the exact name. I bought dog food
and dog shampoo wash. Because he was dirty. My husband
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and I took the dog inside, gave him a warm bath,
and gave him dinner. That's like my ideal vacation. Find
a stray dog.
Speaker 2 (10:22):
Find a couple that will bathe you and dine you.
Speaker 1 (10:25):
That's actually went around. Yeah, I love it. We gave
him dinner. We hung out with this one blue eyed
dog for the rest of the evening. We found a
kid outside an Airbnb, and, like Lake Arra had once
it's us, we let him stay inside, even though it
was against the Airbnb rules. Now it was the final
day of our trip and we had to decide what
to do about Axel. He was still there and not
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looking to be leaving or walking back to his home.
My husband and I talked about taking him, but were
worried he wouldn't get along with our other dog, Murphy.
We looked at each other and decided not to take Axel.
We packed our things in the car and drove off.
We'd been driving for not thirty seconds and we realized
Axel was running behind the car.
Speaker 2 (11:07):
Does he do that for everybody?
Speaker 1 (11:08):
I don't know. We looked at each other and said,
come on, babe. My husband began driving faster to see
if that would stop him from running, but it made
Axel run even faster. That's when we decided we had
to take Axel with us. Y he clearly wanted to come. Well,
they're letting the dog decide. So we pull over and
my husband goes to the trunk to get a blanket
to lie down in the back seat. He opens the
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back door and Axel jumps right in when suddenly a
rusty red pickup truck sees us and thinks our car
is broken down and asks, in a Southern Appalachian accent,
are y'all okay? Do you need hail? And we began
to explain that we were trying to get the dog
into the car, and he says, in a Southern appal
Atchian accent, is that my dog, Axel get in here.
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Axel jumps out of our back seat into the red
pickup truck and they set off into the sunset.
Speaker 2 (11:58):
Oh, Axel Axel.
Speaker 1 (11:59):
My husband and I are literally speechless trying to explain
how that just happened. Truly one of the funniest stories
I have to tell. It makes you laugh and cry,
and how many things had to line up for that
to even happen. Thank you all for everything, and thanks
for always speaking up about mental health and how immigrants
make this country great. SSDGM Catherine N. Do I have
a picture of Axel?
Speaker 2 (12:20):
Oh? Yes?
Speaker 1 (12:21):
Or nice?
Speaker 3 (12:24):
Oh my god, that's a fucking hound. That's the most
stealable dog of all time. Immediately are you out of
your mind?
Speaker 1 (12:32):
Look at that face. I guess I'm really hungry. I've
eaten and all I don't know.
Speaker 2 (12:36):
I see I'm abandoned even though this is a brand
new red collar. Oh my car, that is amazing. I
love it. Okay, okay. Subdecline of this email is the
time I lived in a haunted cabin Dear Karen and Georgia.
During my senior year in college, I did a study
away program near Ashland, Oregon. We lived on a small
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campus around by Wilderness where we lived in cabins instead
of dorms. It was awesome. That kind of sounds amazing.
Cabins yeah. Yeah. The area that is now our campus
was once a small town built around a nineteen twenties
lumber mill. The best way I can describe it is
that it feels like living on Walton's Mountain. The cabins were, Oh,
the Waltons.
Speaker 1 (13:19):
Yeah, oh got it, got it?
Speaker 2 (13:20):
So it's like everything's better.
Speaker 1 (13:21):
Part that TV shows the Waltons.
Speaker 2 (13:23):
The Waltons is so old.
Speaker 1 (13:25):
I think I'm like that much too young for it.
Speaker 2 (13:28):
I was too young, Like I remember my parents watching it.
Just at the end they all go can I John boy,
can not Grandpa? And it was just the outside shot
of the got It house. It was real homey. It
was almost like grown up little house on the park.
Speaker 1 (13:43):
And I was thinking, is that word? Little house on
the pridge?
Speaker 2 (13:45):
It was years later? Got it in a higher mountain?
Speaker 1 (13:49):
Okay, Okay, timond place here we are.
Speaker 2 (13:51):
Little house in the prariy was like Minnesota, I believe, Okay,
And then I believed Walton's is Appalachian.
Speaker 1 (13:56):
Did you grow up like that? Tell us how it was?
Speaker 2 (13:57):
Yes? Did you make the walls of your own home
out of mud and clay? Please write in Okay. The
cabins were where the mill workers lived and our library
was their general store. Pretty rad. That's incredible. Actually, I
lived in a cabin with three other girls. Everything was
fine for a while, but then we started noticing strange
things were happening. Silverware would go missing, doors open and
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then closed on their own. My roommate kept a flashlight
in her desk drawer and opened the drawer more than
once to find the flashlight turned on. We would wake
up in the morning to find our alarm clock unplugged
when we knew it had been plugged in when we
went to bed. Our porch light flickered for the entire semester.
Two of our professors tried to fix it with no luck. Ghosts,
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that's not no. I spoke to two girls who did
the program the year after me, and Anna told me
that she was coming out of the bathroom one day
and heard footsteps. She thought it was one of her roommates,
and she said she felt like someone was standing outside
the door, so she yelled out, wow, very funny. Guys
are just trying to hear me pee. She stepped out
of the bathroom and she said she got pushed backwards.
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The force was so strong that she hit her back
on the bathroom sing, Oh my god. Anna lived in
the same bedroom in the cabin that I lived in
the previous year. I asked if she'd ever felt anything,
and she said she was doing her hair in the
mirror and saw a person standing behind her near the
bunk bed. When she screamed and turned around, there was nothing.
Speaker 1 (15:19):
Oh mirror ghost nightmare.
Speaker 2 (15:22):
It's like straight out of a Blomhouse horror movie. Another
girl told me that she often saw a ghost when
she was walking home from the library at night. She
described the ghost as a lumberjack man who carried a chainsaw.
He never did anything to me, but I always saw him.
Speaker 1 (15:37):
Cool.
Speaker 2 (15:37):
What does he have to do? Pass goodbye? Carrying a
fucking chainsaw at you.
Speaker 1 (15:41):
I'm a college dropout now, goodbye, goodbye.
Speaker 2 (15:44):
That's when I started jogging away from college. It makes
sense for an area that was a lumber milltown. Our
professor told us that the ghost who haunts cabin Ate
is a lumberjack too. Maybe it's the same one. Thank
you for everything you do and for always bringing humor
to shitty situations. Love y'all, and also Anna sadly passed
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away in twenty twenty two. Rip Anna, SSDGM Becca, I'm
so sorry. I know, sad.
Speaker 1 (16:12):
Wow, ghost stories. I want the push stories more than
the light flickering stories, you know what I mean.
Speaker 2 (16:18):
Yeah, because if it's like a cabin in the twenties,
then you're like, that's an electrical issue in middle of nowhere.
Just get someone out there. It's those old electrical.
Speaker 3 (16:26):
Chords wrapped in cloths exactly. Get rid of them, and
they're going to start a fire, a haunted fire, haunted fire.
But somebody pushing you into the sink.
Speaker 1 (16:33):
That's fucked up. Okay, here's my last one. That's short. Okay, Okay,
it's lighthearted to my favorite murder gals. I am currently
in the trenches a parenting two girls, both under the
age of two, which means most of my days are
spent breaking up would be baby cat fights, cleaning up
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crush cheerios, and listening to wheels on the bus way
too many times. The other day, my youngest daughter was
extremely upset over something teething am I right and launched
into a full blown miltown at the breakfast table, like
first thing in the morning, and my older daughter immediately
rushed to her side, tried comforting her, and looked up
at me with two white eyes. She uttered, maybe a
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hot dog would help. I was immediately confused. These girls
have never seen or even had a hot dog ever
before in their short lives. But then they realized they
have heard about hot dogs when we are driving in
the car listening to your podcast Stay Sexy and know that. Yes,
a hot dog always helps. Mary and two pint sized fans. Oh,
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maybe a hot dog would help.
Speaker 2 (17:43):
Maybe I should have a hot dog and figure out
what they.
Speaker 1 (17:46):
Are hot dogs all around.
Speaker 2 (17:47):
Oh that's so cute.
Speaker 1 (17:49):
I it I love that. That's our legacy. I know.
Speaker 2 (17:52):
Yes, let teach the children. Well, they're like, there's too
many nitrates in this for you to actually eat.
Speaker 1 (17:59):
You shouldn't be eating them.
Speaker 2 (18:00):
I've gotten so many cute hot dog keychains, toys, you know, handstitch, crochet,
many things. Yeah, that earings, Oh so cute. And people
walking up with like hot dog print dresses on. That's
so good. Okay, my last one is pretty great. It
starts Heidi home murdering. Nos. I am not a fitter inner.
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I've only been concerned about standing out for two of
my fifty two years, and of course those years were
in junior high.
Speaker 1 (18:27):
God, it's bad.
Speaker 2 (18:29):
It's just so bad. No one's ready.
Speaker 1 (18:31):
Tucked my shirts into my shorts.
Speaker 2 (18:34):
Well, they were so big and long you had to
put them somewhere. Ah. The eighties the golden age of bullying. Truly,
so true.
Speaker 1 (18:42):
That's why we're here today.
Speaker 2 (18:44):
Truly, It's like you either bullied or you got bullied,
and that those are the only two modes of existence
in the eighties, when there are only four approved brand
names of clothing at school, and at least three of
them involved convincing your parents to drive you three hours
over a mountain pass to a real mall oh and
then beg you to buy them the guests or a
spree shirt of your choice if you could fit into it. Yes, yes,
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and yes, I really tried to blend and go unnoticed
by the cold kids. But the clothing rules kept changing,
and then the Rajni Sheis moved to town. The Bogwan
Tree Rajenitions Pals started their own settlement in central Oregon
in the early eighties, though the commune would later be
known for more nefariouses. When I was in sixth and
seventh grade, the school bullies would focus on the color
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palette the cult members chose to wear the Bogwan's followers
called Rajni She's only wore the colors of the sunset,
capital c capitalist and suddenly wearing any shade of red
could get you on the wrong side of a dodgeball.
Not to mention the vicious chance of Rajni, she RASINII,
echoing for weeks. Oh God, so you're just like a
twelve year old girl going to school, like I just
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got this cute reddish bree shirt. Yeah, here I go.
The cult was unwelcome in their tiny town of Antelope,
just over an hour from where I grew up in Bend,
but the mistrust and fish and spread all over the area.
With Rajnichi Hunter bumper stickers and parody songs on the
radio about the Bogwan's right hand woman, Sheila, there didn't
seem to be a sympathetic or even neutral stance on
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them anywhere in the state, of course. Not tough titties, Yeah,
because you've got it. There's a race issue. There's just
a general new people in a country territory issue doing
something not Christian, not Christian in the lead kind of
opposite and in a community way. It's all the it's
a real perfect storm in maroon. Oh except for my
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girl Scout leader. Yep, she put together a field trip
for our troop to go visit the commune in one
Saturday in nineteen eighty four.
Speaker 1 (20:41):
Progressive right.
Speaker 2 (20:42):
Finally, my curiosity would be satiated if only I could
get my mom to sign the permission slip. But you
know what, that woman didn't even seem to consider it
before telling me no. But but all my friends are going.
I would be the only person who didn't go. Who
we would be chaperone? Why you're being so close minded, mom?
Why won't you let me go visit a cult? Her answer,
though seemingly random at the time, would bubble up in
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my memory about thirteen years later when I was planning
another uncomfortable conversation with her, Why wouldn't she let me
go visit the rajniche Porum? And then the mother's answer
in quotes because there were lesbians there?
Speaker 1 (21:20):
Oh No.
Speaker 2 (21:21):
Although my fomo felt fatal, I guess I wasn't that
concerned about it, because I was almost thirty when I
found out zero girl Scouts went on that trip. Nobody's
parents signed those permissions signs.
Speaker 1 (21:33):
Oh.
Speaker 2 (21:34):
Now, when I came out to my mom in nineteen
ninety seven. She was very loving and accepting, and I
will never stop missing her since she passed ten years later.
But Jesus Christ, Mom, you don't need a permission slip
to be a lesbian. Stay sexy and wear what feels good.
Speaker 1 (21:49):
Beth, that's such a great, like full circle story. Why
didn't you want me to go? Because you will become
the thing you are? Oh guess what? Yeah, I'm the
thing that you didn't you want for a reason.
Speaker 2 (22:03):
But also did you know they also have machine guns there, right,
and all the kinds of shit you would be very
worried about.
Speaker 1 (22:10):
The lesbians with machine guns are like the least of
your fucking worries, I promise you. Hey, lesbians with machine guns,
thank you for listening.
Speaker 2 (22:18):
We'd love to hear from you, truly would. What's going
on in Ben's let us know? And also stay sexy
and don't get murdered.
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Hello, and welcome's my favorite murder.
Speaker 2 (00:19):
That's Georgia Hart.
Speaker 1 (00:20):
Start, that's Kary.
Speaker 2 (00:21):
The minisodes. Yeah, we knew that it was the MINIESOD. Yeah,
if you're listening to minisodes, you don't need to know
who we are. What's important is the email.
Speaker 1 (00:28):
For some reason, we're not going to tell you who
this is. It's a secret when it's a minisode. Okay,
you go first. Okay, hitchhiking story to the women that
have gotten me through it all. I want to start
off with a confession. I'm not even that into true crime.
I am still, however, a Day One listener, not because
of my obsession with true crime, but because of my
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obsession with each of you and the inspiring friendship you share.
I am being so serious when I say that this
is the only podcast I listened to my mom, and
I've listened to every episode at least three times.
Speaker 2 (01:03):
Wow.
Speaker 1 (01:03):
But in the interest of everyone's time, let's get into it.
Speaker 2 (01:06):
Every episode three times doesn't like true crime. We need
to send this person a gift pasketay.
Speaker 1 (01:11):
Truly, Jesus, like a rat alday or something.
Speaker 2 (01:13):
Yeah, so sorry.
Speaker 1 (01:15):
The year is twenty eleven. I'm in sixth grade and
It's my first time taking the school bus alone. My
divorced and working mother had just started the four am
shift at her job at our local grocery store, so
it was now my responsibility to make sure I woke up,
fed myself, and made it to the bus stop before
the six forty five pickup. Why do we make children
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wake up so fucking early?
Speaker 2 (01:37):
Get them ready for factory work, That's what it's all about.
Speaker 1 (01:40):
It's sickening to me.
Speaker 2 (01:41):
Bell's early morning stop at everyone. It's based on like
farm hand Wyeah. It's like you gotta be up before
the sun is up.
Speaker 1 (01:48):
I mean, honestly, like half of my issues with school,
I think we're because I was so fucking tired because
we had to get up at six in the morning.
Speaker 2 (01:55):
The most trouble I ever got into was I think
I was a junior and I got up, took a shower,
and I remember because my mom had knew bath sheets,
so they're really big, so I had one in my
hair and one around my body, and I sat back
down on my bed, fell over and went back to sleep,
and she came by because she was always trying to
get to work, yeah, and was like, God, damn it.
But I was like, obviously there was something going on
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with my system that.
Speaker 1 (02:19):
My child is tired. That's not something you should get
in trouble for.
Speaker 2 (02:22):
Why am I so tired? Could you figure it out?
You work at a goddamn hospital.
Speaker 1 (02:26):
I would fall asleep in class every fucking day in
like fourth grade, and no one said shit about it.
That's not okay.
Speaker 2 (02:32):
Maybe I'm anemic, Maybe I have anmic.
Speaker 1 (02:34):
Maybe I have sleep apne out Hey, I do have
sleep apnea. And I found out when I was fucking thirty,
Like what they have add Oh, yeah I do too.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
Yeah?
Speaker 1 (02:41):
What the fuck?
Speaker 2 (02:42):
Everyone sugar sensitivity and I'm filled with corn pops before
I come to school.
Speaker 1 (02:47):
I'm a lad drink soda. Okay, that's let's digress, shall we.
But that's our that's our platform, that's our problem. Look
at us now. I don't wake up till eleven o'clock
every day. I arrived at the bus stop on time,
proud of my new found agency, and I began to
wait and wait and wait. After about fifteen minutes, I
began to panic. I fucked up my first day of
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taking care of myself, and now I had no way
to get to school. Had the bus come earlier than usual.
Is the pickup spot different from last year? My young
mind raced as I thought of the consequences of missing
school because I couldn't get to the bus stoup on time.
As I sat sobbing on the sidewalk outside of our
apartment complex, a man pulled his car over and asked
if I was okay. Yes, I responded, cautiously, since it
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is twenty eleven after all, and stranger daser had been
instilled in me. Since I could remember what's wrong, he asked,
since I was clearly in distress, I've missed the school bus,
I responded, sheepishly, foolishly aware of the danger I was in.
Maybe it was the fact that he claimed to work
at our apartment complex and then it says textbook serial
killer lie. Or maybe it was because he scolded me
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the moment I accepted to never do this again. But
for some unknown reason, I trusted this random man to
drive me to school. Oh shockingly, I arrived at school unscathed.
He says, do you want to ride? She says okay.
He gets in the car and he goes.
Speaker 2 (04:07):
Never do this, Never do this again.
Speaker 1 (04:09):
You're so lucky. I'm fucking normal.
Speaker 2 (04:11):
That's what happened long ago when my ex and I
picked up these two like thirteen year olds at a
gas station at one am. We're driving up to pet
Luma and they were standing around trying to make phone calls,
and there was all these men that I could they
were just watching them at this and I was like, girls,
what are you doing? Why are you here this late?
And they're like, all ride left us and I'm gonna
get into the car. Never get into anyone's car, but
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get into my car. And I was like, do you
know miss Kilgareff over at Lose Sutton And they were like,
oh yeah. So it was like, oh my god, thank
god it was Nevado.
Speaker 1 (04:41):
Yeah, like the middle of nowhere.
Speaker 2 (04:43):
I was so mad at these girls.
Speaker 1 (04:44):
I was just like, what are you doing?
Speaker 2 (04:46):
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Speaker 1 (04:48):
Luckily they got you shamed. I had done something so risky,
but really I wouldn't have to deal with the ridicule
of missing the bus. On my first attempt, I shoved
my anxiety aside and reached for the entrance to my school,
but it was locked, as it turns out. As it
turns out, I actually hadn't missed the bus due to
my own twelve year old negligence. That particular Monday happened
to be a two hour late start, meaning the bus
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I sobbed over would be arriving an hour and a
half from the moment of my realization, not only had
I risked my life because of a clerical error, but
I was now stranded at school. I ultimately walked to
my friend's house that lived near the school, and the
rest of the day went accordingly, But holy fuck, I
risked being abducted for what. Middle school insane SSDGM and
(05:32):
don't risk your life from middle school Vanessa.
Speaker 2 (05:36):
Vanessa, the pressure of doing the bus correctly, it's not
on you. It's so awful, and especially then when you're like,
because the first thing they said was ridicule.
Speaker 1 (05:46):
I'm going to get in trouble. You're going to get
in trouble for not getting their own time, But you're
also gonna be in trouble if you accept a ride
from someone.
Speaker 2 (05:53):
It's so much pressure for a young mind who can't
handle that love. That's how you know they're young.
Speaker 1 (05:59):
Isn't logical, doesn't know like a to B two C.
Speaker 2 (06:02):
Can't go if the bus isn't here. It's not my
fault totally, and I don't have to solve the fact
that the bus isn't here. I just go back home
and go the bus never came, right, But they don't
know that that's what a fourteen year old would do,
right with twelve year old Nope, Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (06:17):
This is why I could never have children. I could
just couldn't let them go out into the world. I'd
be like, I haven't taught you everything.
Speaker 2 (06:23):
You're at work typing. I'm getting a weird feeling.
Speaker 1 (06:25):
I wonder if she's out in the world.
Speaker 2 (06:27):
I hope she's not crying in a man's car somewhere. Okay,
I'm not gonna read it. The subject line of this
it says, Dear Karen and Georgia. I grew up in
a small coal town in northeastern Pennsylvania, right outside of Scranton. Yes,
like the office. My dad grew up in that same
small town. In the seventies and eighties. He was friends
with a kid named Joe Alicio who just didn't seem
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quite right. My dad will be the first to tell
you that he got into a lot of trouble as
a teen, but will also tell you that this kid
was on a different level animal abuse, setting fires, et cetera,
et cetera. Long story short. Nineteen eighty one, when he
was fifteen years old, Joe killed two children, Cheryl and
Christopher Ziemba. They were eight and four years old, and
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then he rolled their bodies into a carpet and dumped
them down a mine shaft up in the mountains behind
my dad's childhood home. Oh my god, the entire town
went looking for these children. My grandma tells me that
she can still hear the townspeople yelling their names and
not hearing anything back. And guess who was part of
the search party. That's right, Joe. The part that gets
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me is when they found the bodies. Christopher was wearing
his favorite Superman T shirt and Joe had recently tried
to claim that Cheryl's death was an accident and that
he killed Christopher out of panic. He tried to appeal
his life sentence but got turned down. He will not
be eligible for parole until twenty forty one. Thanks for
everything you do. I saw you in Denver recently and
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it made my year SSDGM THCs.
Speaker 1 (07:58):
Okay man, those are the stories like your town just
never gets over. No, it stays with everyone. The entire
town's looking for a brother and a sister. Yeah, I
mean awful. Oh my god. That's like when I picked
her the seventies and eighties. I'm like, well, everyone was
just looking for missing children.
Speaker 2 (08:14):
Yes, all the time, and always baffled and kind of like,
what's going on and.
Speaker 1 (08:18):
Why would this happen? Yeah, let's blame satanists.
Speaker 2 (08:22):
Way, let's blame satanists because the idea of the guy
that did it is in the search party is beyond
comprehension until what the last fifteen years.
Speaker 1 (08:32):
Because you don't understand what evil looks like. It looks
like everyone else, It looks like you and me. This
is an or so we thought story. Hey MFM crew,
I've always wanted to tell the story, and now is
my time. In twenty twenty, I met my husband David
during the pandemic. We both got COVID right after meeting
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and quarantined together for two weeks. Being sick like that
after just a few weeks of knowing each other was
so crazy, but we made it out live. After a
few weeks of getting better, we decided to go for
a three day weekend trip to an airbnb in a
little town in West Virginia. On our second day there,
I was lying down near a window and saw a dog.
It was really cold, so I went outside to see
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if the dog had a collar. He did have a collar,
but he was filthy and didn't seem like he had
a tag. My husband and I stayed with this dog
outside for most of the day and thought about bringing
him inside. There was a walkable grocery store nearby, so
I headed there to get the dog some food. The
cashier saw me looking at dog food and said, is
Axel over there? He likes to play with all the
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tourists that come by. I'm starving.
Speaker 2 (09:38):
Oh, I'm just a lazza dog.
Speaker 1 (09:40):
I'm Axel. She then showed me pictures of Axel and
other dogs that like to come around frequently. Oh my god,
the suckers at the airbnb, the fucking coastal Elite.
Speaker 2 (09:50):
Where they're just kind of like, if you make your
eyes wide enough, you'll get a full dinner in the
rightddle of the day.
Speaker 1 (09:54):
Tail between legs, you're golden. Oh my god. She called
him a street dog gang. She also told me that
Axel is almost taken by a previous couple who were
staying at that Airbnb, but they ended up leaving him behind.
She told me he had an owner, a Penny Somethings.
I can't remember the exact name. I bought dog food
and dog shampoo wash. Because he was dirty. My husband
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and I took the dog inside, gave him a warm bath,
and gave him dinner. That's like my ideal vacation. Find
a stray dog.
Speaker 2 (10:22):
Find a couple that will bathe you and dine you.
Speaker 1 (10:25):
That's actually went around. Yeah, I love it. We gave
him dinner. We hung out with this one blue eyed
dog for the rest of the evening. We found a
kid outside an Airbnb, and, like Lake Arra had once
it's us, we let him stay inside, even though it
was against the Airbnb rules. Now it was the final
day of our trip and we had to decide what
to do about Axel. He was still there and not
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looking to be leaving or walking back to his home.
My husband and I talked about taking him, but were
worried he wouldn't get along with our other dog, Murphy.
We looked at each other and decided not to take Axel.
We packed our things in the car and drove off.
We'd been driving for not thirty seconds and we realized
Axel was running behind the car.
Speaker 2 (11:07):
Does he do that for everybody?
Speaker 1 (11:08):
I don't know. We looked at each other and said,
come on, babe. My husband began driving faster to see
if that would stop him from running, but it made
Axel run even faster. That's when we decided we had
to take Axel with us. Y he clearly wanted to come. Well,
they're letting the dog decide. So we pull over and
my husband goes to the trunk to get a blanket
to lie down in the back seat. He opens the
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back door and Axel jumps right in when suddenly a
rusty red pickup truck sees us and thinks our car
is broken down and asks, in a Southern Appalachian accent,
are y'all okay? Do you need hail? And we began
to explain that we were trying to get the dog
into the car, and he says, in a Southern appal
Atchian accent, is that my dog, Axel get in here.
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Axel jumps out of our back seat into the red
pickup truck and they set off into the sunset.
Speaker 2 (11:58):
Oh, Axel Axel.
Speaker 1 (11:59):
My husband and I are literally speechless trying to explain
how that just happened. Truly one of the funniest stories
I have to tell. It makes you laugh and cry,
and how many things had to line up for that
to even happen. Thank you all for everything, and thanks
for always speaking up about mental health and how immigrants
make this country great. SSDGM Catherine N. Do I have
a picture of Axel?
Speaker 2 (12:20):
Oh? Yes?
Speaker 1 (12:21):
Or nice?
Speaker 3 (12:24):
Oh my god, that's a fucking hound. That's the most
stealable dog of all time. Immediately are you out of
your mind?
Speaker 1 (12:32):
Look at that face. I guess I'm really hungry. I've
eaten and all I don't know.
Speaker 2 (12:36):
I see I'm abandoned even though this is a brand
new red collar. Oh my car, that is amazing. I
love it. Okay, okay. Subdecline of this email is the
time I lived in a haunted cabin Dear Karen and Georgia.
During my senior year in college, I did a study
away program near Ashland, Oregon. We lived on a small
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campus around by Wilderness where we lived in cabins instead
of dorms. It was awesome. That kind of sounds amazing.
Cabins yeah. Yeah. The area that is now our campus
was once a small town built around a nineteen twenties
lumber mill. The best way I can describe it is
that it feels like living on Walton's Mountain. The cabins were, Oh,
the Waltons.
Speaker 1 (13:19):
Yeah, oh got it, got it?
Speaker 2 (13:20):
So it's like everything's better.
Speaker 1 (13:21):
Part that TV shows the Waltons.
Speaker 2 (13:23):
The Waltons is so old.
Speaker 1 (13:25):
I think I'm like that much too young for it.
Speaker 2 (13:28):
I was too young, Like I remember my parents watching it.
Just at the end they all go can I John boy,
can not Grandpa? And it was just the outside shot
of the got It house. It was real homey. It
was almost like grown up little house on the park.
Speaker 1 (13:43):
And I was thinking, is that word? Little house on
the pridge?
Speaker 2 (13:45):
It was years later? Got it in a higher mountain?
Speaker 1 (13:49):
Okay, Okay, timond place here we are.
Speaker 2 (13:51):
Little house in the prariy was like Minnesota, I believe, Okay,
And then I believed Walton's is Appalachian.
Speaker 1 (13:56):
Did you grow up like that? Tell us how it was?
Speaker 2 (13:57):
Yes? Did you make the walls of your own home
out of mud and clay? Please write in Okay. The
cabins were where the mill workers lived and our library
was their general store. Pretty rad. That's incredible. Actually, I
lived in a cabin with three other girls. Everything was
fine for a while, but then we started noticing strange
things were happening. Silverware would go missing, doors open and
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then closed on their own. My roommate kept a flashlight
in her desk drawer and opened the drawer more than
once to find the flashlight turned on. We would wake
up in the morning to find our alarm clock unplugged
when we knew it had been plugged in when we
went to bed. Our porch light flickered for the entire semester.
Two of our professors tried to fix it with no luck. Ghosts,
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that's not no. I spoke to two girls who did
the program the year after me, and Anna told me
that she was coming out of the bathroom one day
and heard footsteps. She thought it was one of her roommates,
and she said she felt like someone was standing outside
the door, so she yelled out, wow, very funny. Guys
are just trying to hear me pee. She stepped out
of the bathroom and she said she got pushed backwards.
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The force was so strong that she hit her back
on the bathroom sing, Oh my god. Anna lived in
the same bedroom in the cabin that I lived in
the previous year. I asked if she'd ever felt anything,
and she said she was doing her hair in the
mirror and saw a person standing behind her near the
bunk bed. When she screamed and turned around, there was nothing.
Speaker 1 (15:19):
Oh mirror ghost nightmare.
Speaker 2 (15:22):
It's like straight out of a Blomhouse horror movie. Another
girl told me that she often saw a ghost when
she was walking home from the library at night. She
described the ghost as a lumberjack man who carried a chainsaw.
He never did anything to me, but I always saw him.
Speaker 1 (15:37):
Cool.
Speaker 2 (15:37):
What does he have to do? Pass goodbye? Carrying a
fucking chainsaw at you.
Speaker 1 (15:41):
I'm a college dropout now, goodbye, goodbye.
Speaker 2 (15:44):
That's when I started jogging away from college. It makes
sense for an area that was a lumber milltown. Our
professor told us that the ghost who haunts cabin Ate
is a lumberjack too. Maybe it's the same one. Thank
you for everything you do and for always bringing humor
to shitty situations. Love y'all, and also Anna sadly passed
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away in twenty twenty two. Rip Anna, SSDGM Becca, I'm
so sorry. I know, sad.
Speaker 1 (16:12):
Wow, ghost stories. I want the push stories more than
the light flickering stories, you know what I mean.
Speaker 2 (16:18):
Yeah, because if it's like a cabin in the twenties,
then you're like, that's an electrical issue in middle of nowhere.
Just get someone out there. It's those old electrical.
Speaker 3 (16:26):
Chords wrapped in cloths exactly. Get rid of them, and
they're going to start a fire, a haunted fire, haunted fire.
But somebody pushing you into the sink.
Speaker 1 (16:33):
That's fucked up. Okay, here's my last one. That's short. Okay, Okay,
it's lighthearted to my favorite murder gals. I am currently
in the trenches a parenting two girls, both under the
age of two, which means most of my days are
spent breaking up would be baby cat fights, cleaning up
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crush cheerios, and listening to wheels on the bus way
too many times. The other day, my youngest daughter was
extremely upset over something teething am I right and launched
into a full blown miltown at the breakfast table, like
first thing in the morning, and my older daughter immediately
rushed to her side, tried comforting her, and looked up
at me with two white eyes. She uttered, maybe a
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hot dog would help. I was immediately confused. These girls
have never seen or even had a hot dog ever
before in their short lives. But then they realized they
have heard about hot dogs when we are driving in
the car listening to your podcast Stay Sexy and know that. Yes,
a hot dog always helps. Mary and two pint sized fans. Oh,
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maybe a hot dog would help.
Speaker 2 (17:43):
Maybe I should have a hot dog and figure out
what they.
Speaker 1 (17:46):
Are hot dogs all around.
Speaker 2 (17:47):
Oh that's so cute.
Speaker 1 (17:49):
I it I love that. That's our legacy. I know.
Speaker 2 (17:52):
Yes, let teach the children. Well, they're like, there's too
many nitrates in this for you to actually eat.
Speaker 1 (17:59):
You shouldn't be eating them.
Speaker 2 (18:00):
I've gotten so many cute hot dog keychains, toys, you know, handstitch, crochet,
many things. Yeah, that earings, Oh so cute. And people
walking up with like hot dog print dresses on. That's
so good. Okay, my last one is pretty great. It
starts Heidi home murdering. Nos. I am not a fitter inner.
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I've only been concerned about standing out for two of
my fifty two years, and of course those years were
in junior high.
Speaker 1 (18:27):
God, it's bad.
Speaker 2 (18:29):
It's just so bad. No one's ready.
Speaker 1 (18:31):
Tucked my shirts into my shorts.
Speaker 2 (18:34):
Well, they were so big and long you had to
put them somewhere. Ah. The eighties the golden age of bullying. Truly,
so true.
Speaker 1 (18:42):
That's why we're here today.
Speaker 2 (18:44):
Truly, It's like you either bullied or you got bullied,
and that those are the only two modes of existence
in the eighties, when there are only four approved brand
names of clothing at school, and at least three of
them involved convincing your parents to drive you three hours
over a mountain pass to a real mall oh and
then beg you to buy them the guests or a
spree shirt of your choice if you could fit into it. Yes, yes,
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and yes, I really tried to blend and go unnoticed
by the cold kids. But the clothing rules kept changing,
and then the Rajni Sheis moved to town. The Bogwan
Tree Rajenitions Pals started their own settlement in central Oregon
in the early eighties, though the commune would later be
known for more nefariouses. When I was in sixth and
seventh grade, the school bullies would focus on the color
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palette the cult members chose to wear the Bogwan's followers
called Rajni She's only wore the colors of the sunset,
capital c capitalist and suddenly wearing any shade of red
could get you on the wrong side of a dodgeball.
Not to mention the vicious chance of Rajni, she RASINII,
echoing for weeks. Oh God, so you're just like a
twelve year old girl going to school, like I just
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got this cute reddish bree shirt. Yeah, here I go.
The cult was unwelcome in their tiny town of Antelope,
just over an hour from where I grew up in Bend,
but the mistrust and fish and spread all over the area.
With Rajnichi Hunter bumper stickers and parody songs on the
radio about the Bogwan's right hand woman, Sheila, there didn't
seem to be a sympathetic or even neutral stance on
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them anywhere in the state, of course. Not tough titties, Yeah,
because you've got it. There's a race issue. There's just
a general new people in a country territory issue doing
something not Christian, not Christian in the lead kind of
opposite and in a community way. It's all the it's
a real perfect storm in maroon. Oh except for my
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girl Scout leader. Yep, she put together a field trip
for our troop to go visit the commune in one
Saturday in nineteen eighty four.
Speaker 1 (20:41):
Progressive right.
Speaker 2 (20:42):
Finally, my curiosity would be satiated if only I could
get my mom to sign the permission slip. But you
know what, that woman didn't even seem to consider it
before telling me no. But but all my friends are going.
I would be the only person who didn't go. Who
we would be chaperone? Why you're being so close minded, mom?
Why won't you let me go visit a cult? Her answer,
though seemingly random at the time, would bubble up in
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my memory about thirteen years later when I was planning
another uncomfortable conversation with her, Why wouldn't she let me
go visit the rajniche Porum? And then the mother's answer
in quotes because there were lesbians there?
Speaker 1 (21:20):
Oh No.
Speaker 2 (21:21):
Although my fomo felt fatal, I guess I wasn't that
concerned about it, because I was almost thirty when I
found out zero girl Scouts went on that trip. Nobody's
parents signed those permissions signs.
Speaker 1 (21:33):
Oh.
Speaker 2 (21:34):
Now, when I came out to my mom in nineteen
ninety seven. She was very loving and accepting, and I
will never stop missing her since she passed ten years later.
But Jesus Christ, Mom, you don't need a permission slip
to be a lesbian. Stay sexy and wear what feels good.
Speaker 1 (21:49):
Beth, that's such a great, like full circle story. Why
didn't you want me to go? Because you will become
the thing you are? Oh guess what? Yeah, I'm the
thing that you didn't you want for a reason.
Speaker 2 (22:03):
But also did you know they also have machine guns there, right,
and all the kinds of shit you would be very
worried about.
Speaker 1 (22:10):
The lesbians with machine guns are like the least of
your fucking worries, I promise you. Hey, lesbians with machine guns,
thank you for listening.
Speaker 2 (22:18):
We'd love to hear from you, truly would. What's going
on in Ben's let us know? And also stay sexy
and don't get murdered.
Speaker 1 (22:26):
Good bye, Elvis, Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2 (22:36):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 1 (22:38):
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