My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 46

Episode Date: November 20, 2017

Karen and Georgia read your hometown stories including a cannibalistic aunt, a mysterious mini-disco ball, Twin Peaks in real life, and more.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Hi, welcome to my favorite Myrna the Mini, so that's Karen Kilgariff. I'm Georgia Hart Stark. We're reading you your emails that you sent us. Oh, the whole fucking thing? Oh, you didn't want me to? Okay. Hi. I am Georgia Hart Stark.

You are Karen Kilgariff. Let's do it the whole time. Together. We are. We are. My favorite. Annoying. Annoying.

There's shit out of you. I was like, what are we together? Oh, my favorite. Oh, right. My favorite. Horrible beginning. Beep-boop-bop. Let's start over.

Okay. Let's just start fresh here. Let's start the podcast over. The whole run? The whole run. Fuck. Let's just go to the beginning. We'll do the exact same murders every episode.

So many book reports. No, none, because we're going to do the exact same ones. Oh. We're going to read the exact same hometowns. Oh. Everything's going to be the same. Just almost like a reenactment. Yeah.

I love it. Let's start. And ooh, what's this? A microphone? This is when we're learning. Ooh. What a microphone is. Oh, my voice.

It sounds high. Now it sounds low. Oh, my God. This is like an answering machine. Okay. Let's do this. This is my favorite. Do you want to go first or do you want to go first?

Go first. You want me to? Wait. Do I have a good ending one? Do you have a good ending one? Or do I have a good... No. Do you?

I have something that lands last. The last line is funny. Okay. Good. So I will start then? Yeah. Right, one, two, three. Yeah.

Is that good? Yeah. Okay. I will. There's a movie about it. Holy shit. Are you ready? Ready.

Hi. Insert obligatory fan girl stuff here. Fully respect that. My fiance and I are going to your show in St. Louis in December and We Love You, etc., etc. My hometown murder is my grandmother's brother. So my great-uncle. These took place in both Maryland and Louisiana. His name is Wayne Robert Feld.

pronounced Feldy. I couldn't know until I got to that part of the parenthesis. F-E-L-D? F-E-L-D-E. Feldy. Okay. Okay. I get why you're laughing now.

I pronounced it incorrectly and then a moment later correctly. No, that's part of the letter. You have to read it or you would be incorrect. That was my experience real time. Yeah. Live it, learn it. That's my thing. Thank you.

I'll never pronounce it incorrectly again. So Robert Wayne Feldy fought in the Vietnam War for two years where his job was to unload the dead bodies of fallen soldiers from the helicopters that retrieved them. No, you fucked up for life. Wow. Unbelievable. Children. They made them do this too.

Yeah, that's right. I guess I can understand how that fucks you up a little. In 1972, Feldy shot and killed a co-worker in a bar fight. When the police came, Feldy got into a standoff with the police and started firing at them. He finally surrendered to his mom, my great grandma. She fucking came down and was like, Feldy. In the house dress. Put your gun down.

Put that gun down right now. God damn it. In a house dress that I now own. Yeah. That's right. He was convicted of first degree murder and sent to a Maryland prison in 1973. Three years later, 1976, he applied for parole but was denied, so he escaped from prison. He was on the run for two years.

He went to Louisiana where his mom, my great grandma, was dying of cancer and he was arrested again. While being transported in a police car, Feldy pulled out a concealed firearm, shot the officer in the groin and killed him. During the trial, Feldy begged the jury to sentence him to death so he wouldn't kill again. Oh my God. Saying, it's happened twice in eight years.

Wow. He died by electric chair in 1988 in Angola prison in Louisiana. That place is supposed to be the worst. Really? Angola. Yeah. His last words were, you can call the messenger but you can't kill the message. What?

You can kill the messenger is probably what she meant to write. I think so, because it's clearly C-A-L. No, I'm not saying you did it or anything wrong. I'm very defensive about this. No, no. Yeah, that would make more sense. His last words were, you can kill the messenger but you can't kill the message. Oh.

Fucking true. That's creepy. It's very true. My parents never told me about this until one day my dad mentioned the movie made based on this story. The shitty movie is called, Beyond the Call. It stars Sissy Spasic and David Strathearn. Wow.

Don't say it's shitty with those two superstars. No wonder I never really liked that side of the family, SSDGM Jordan. That's hilarious. Oh my God. That's fucked up. Yeah. Okay. This one is called My Cannibalistic Aunt.

Uh-oh. With an exclamation mark. Shit. Hey there Karen. She's surprised. Genuinely surprised. Hey there Karen, Georgia, Steven and animals. My name is Erica and I'm from one of those super crazy families where the self-proclaimed

quote normal ones sit around during Christmas or some other festive activity and nonchalantly tell stories about the not so normal ones. A few years back a couple of my family members and I sat around my grandma's celebration of life only to have a very interesting discussion. While sipping juice from colorful bendy straws, my great aunt brings up the fact that my aunt, her name is Nikki, ate my cousin's organs. What? It turns out that when my cousin died 20 years ago from alcohol poisoning, aunt Nikki had

requested to keep his organs for quote religious purposes. This was before the law passed that made it so you can't request organs. And she is in no way a religious person. What? Sorry. Uh. Yeah. Yes.

I'm just trying to wrap my head around like for religious purposes. So then I bet you that the authorities were assuming this is some strange religion. We don't really know that well, but bury them somewhere here. Of course you can have your, we're not going to use them. Yeah. We don't want them. We don't want to keep you from the thing you want. Totally.

It's yours. But no. Okay. Nikki then thought it would be a wonderful idea to store her diseased son's organs in her everyday freezer for years to come. There's a lot of exclamation marks in the story. Yeah. I bet underlining the fact that it's insane.

Yes. Fast forward 15 years, she lost her home and ended up moving in with my grandma. One of my grandma's quote rules had been that she didn't want the organs of her grandchild in her freezer, reasonable, reasonable request, I'd say. Yeah. So grandma went out and bought her a tree to plant her son, to plant her son under. When my aunt headed out to plant all the organs under the tree, she requested to go alone so she could have one last moment with her son for closure.

My grandma being the wonderful woman that she was, understood and went inside. Two hours later, Nikki came back into the home. Her face covered in blood. No, I can't. I can't do this with you, Nikki. She then announced that her son was one with her now and proceeded to vomit profusely into the bathroom toilet. Yeah, but she did.

Oh my God. Not one with you anymore. No. No. Well, perhaps slight revaders. Some part. Yeah, maybe a little bit. But now I believe that those guts went to her brain because a few months later, my grandma

started to experience a lot of random illnesses such as vomiting and fever. She did, unfortunately, end up having a stroke on the floor of their home. My aunt, Nikki, did call the police, but refused to let EMS into their home for three hours. By that time, my grandma had passed and no one questioned a thing. Still to this day, I believe that crazy Nikki had done something to my grandma. By the non-murderinos, but the non-murderinos of my family chock it up to old age, I guess we'll never know. Needless to say, she isn't invited to family functions anymore.

Anywho, thanks for what you do. Stay sexy and stay away from cannibalistic family members, love Erica from Seattle, Washington. Fuck. Doesn't this come out the weekend of the week of Thanksgiving? Oh. Great. So here's what we're going to request.

And Nikki. And Nikki. You bring a casserole. Yes. A casserole. A store-bought. Can we ask the aunt, Nikki, sealed store-bought. I want everyone sitting around their fucking family tables just to pry.

I want you to pry because I guarantee there's some story that you haven't heard that no one just thought of telling, but be subtle. That's right. And also as the years go by, the stories become easier to tell. Because people, you know, I don't know, people die and it all lightens up a little bit and they can go, you know, oh, that's true. Well, here's the thing, because like that's, you know, I think I told you this on the show, but for years, I just knew that my grandpa, my mom's father died before when my mom was

like 19 or 20 before I was born. Later on, and it was almost like almost conversationally accidentally, my dad told me that he didn't just die. He was stabbed in a bar fight in an alley outside of a bar because he was like a lifelong hardcore alcoholic that fucked up their family over and over a ton of times and then essentially was murdered in a bar fight. Jesus Christ. Yes.

And you just leave that out of the conversation. Well, that was that thing where the Irish Catholics are very good at like you, everything gets left out of the conversation unless you're in the inner circle and then you either know nothing or you know everything. Right. Oh, think of a way to pry this story out of someone. Yeah. Because that's really the stuff of life that's really, and they'll be able to tell you.

But that story is especially crazy because not only does she know that the crazy aunt, this cannibalistic with her son's organs, then she also suspects that she killed her grandmother. Yeah. Like that, that is one of those stories that it's just like, well, no wonder no one tells that one because it's a little bit fucked up especially beyond the pale beyond that's going to, that's going to, you have to make sure that the story, the Thanksgiving dinner story isn't going to stop everybody short, ruin the pie and then make everybody leave

and quiet. Yeah. You want to kind of keep it light and bubbly. Yeah. Okay. We're still at a family party. We're figuring it out still with you guys, but I feel like we're going to get an influx of hometown murders on the Friday after Thanksgiving.

I'd love it. Well, also because I think everybody has to figure it out your own way. But I mean, it's not like we're against hearing a story like this. No. Fascinating and amazing. You never said stop. No, never. He said, that's horrible.

I hate it. I never stopped because I didn't think you'd. Well, also because that, like that woman will snap snapped, but, but also those organs were not new. The thought of 15 years and then her mom knew about it was just like, just don't bring up here. Like that's how normal it was for everyone. Yes.

Ever, you know. That's how not dealing with the actual deal she was where she just went into this whole thing about a thing that has nothing to do with him anymore. Your organs, that's like keeping someone's fingernail clippings. It's just of no, I mean, you're just assigning the meaning to it. Oh man. And it's sweet that her mom was even like, I'm going to let you bury them here under this tree.

Right. Like that's so sweet. Yes, it is. And thought and like patient. And then she comes in with blood around her mouth. Like one with me now and then starts vomiting. Oh shit. Oh my God.

I mean, at least cook them. All right. Read. Okay. Read to me. This subject line is the tale of the mini disco ball. Hi Karen, Georgia, Steven and all the furry creatures. I have a mystery that well, I don't want to give it away.

So almost a year ago, my husband and I were driving from New York City to Southern Vermont to meet up with some pals for our annual middle age creaky folks go skiing trip. And when you know it snowed for about five to six hours of our trip, not a problem for our good in the snow car until this trip. The last hour was a true white knuckle drive as we started to gain elevation and had to negotiate the mountains. I know it's New England. So they're mountains and quotes with what was now a delightful mix of sleet and some

other frozen crap. Hell no. Yeah. That's crazy. We were sliding around and the bounds of our relationship were momentarily tested. I get it. I offered some pretty pithy unsolicited advice through gritted teeth along the lines of could you maybe drive slower, which was neither good advice, I admit, nor well received.

He admits we made it though and stopped in town for a well-earned beverage to calm ourselves before checking in when we got back into the car. There's a mini disco ball hanging from the rear view mirror. Months earlier, we had somehow ended up with a mini disco ball in the car as one does and hung it from the rear view mirror as a gag, but we both agreed to banish it to the glove box as it was way too distracting. It did though remind me of my late mom who prim proper and waspy as hell used to listen to the Saturday night fever soundtrack to get psyched up for work.

A much to my then 12 year old's great eye rolling mortification, when did you put this back up? I asked my husband. I didn't. He replied. No, you did. How else would it get there? I said.

I started to get genuinely angry. Come on. Don't mess with me. I'm really not. But then I realized how dumb that sounded as he's a rock of a guy that would never do that to anyone, not a joke or he also also always locks the car up. Plus, we both reasoned who would break into a car just hang a mini disco ball from the glove box.

Uh-huh. Very true. We both immediately thought the same thing. Mom put it there to say, glad you made it. Have fun. Always be yourself. My hubby is a wicked science guy with a romantic streak, parentheses dreamy, right? Yes.

Who does not believe in ghosts. He does, however, believe that their very well could be a parallel universe that sometimes Oh, could be parallel universes that sometimes intersect. Oh. Okay. I'm not the science you want. I'm the part-time poet. So we agreed to be amazed that somehow the mini disco ball ended up hanging from the rear

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All right. My near-death experience and Twin Peaks IRL. Oh. Okay. What's your talisman that if you saw I would make you think you're a mom? A pack of Benson and Hedges Lights 100's soft pack with a kind of a rust-colored, glistening rust-colored lipstick. Oh my God.

Do I have a ladybic on hand too? Can I get a ladybic? No, matches, matches. Matches. Always matches. Fuck yeah, matches. That's why I love that fucking sulfur smell. Oh yeah.

I have a very distinct early childhood memory of my mom pulling up to a gas station. It was full service. So she's like, Ethel, you know, like fucking, can I have $5 of Ethel, rolls the window up and lights a cigarette, add a gas station, and then just like, anyway, we have to go. No one says otherwise. No. Everyone's like, great. Well, it was just me in the car.

And nobody like in the gas station. Oh, hell no. No, that was back when it was like you got, you could slap other people's children, not just your own, so sliding up in front of a kid was like minor, no big deal. They didn't know it was bad for you. Oh man, yes they did. I don't buy that. They didn't care.

The kids didn't mean as much back then. Yeah, that's right. Because we're a dime a dozen. They weren't as easy to market to, so they nobody knew how much money they could make everybody. Right. So no one cared about them. That's right.

My near-death experience in Twin Peaks, IRL. Hi, Georgia. Karen Steven and Furry Company, Furry Co. Okay. I'm from Albany, New York, and I once almost got my head chopped off with a weed whacker as a child. I was riding my bike, speaking of, first of all, weed whackers don't have blades, they have little pieces of plastic.

Yeah, but they go so fast. They go, and you're a child. That's true. And you're a child. I was riding my bike, and a clueless groundskeeper at my middle school swung the weed whacker around as I rode by. I happened to duck just in time before I ended up decapitated. Duck.

Anyway, I recently did some internet sleuthing, and I found out that the series Twin Peaks is loosely, I think that she just added that paragraph. That's just a fun story of, like, almost getting her head chopped off. Here's what happened when you were a kid. Okay. Anyway, I recently did some sleuthing, found out that the series Twin Peaks is loosely based off a real unsolved murder of a girl named Hazel Drew. This happened in July of 1908 in the town of Sand Lake, New York, a rural town 10 minutes

away from Albany. Apparently, Mark Frost, the co-creator of Twin Peaks, used to vacation nearby as a child. Ooh. I've attached a photo to show how crazy similar Laura Palmer looks to Hazel Drew. Wow. 20-year-old Hazel Drew was last seen picking raspberries on the side of the road on July 7th, 1908. She was found four days later nearby in teal pond.

She had died of blunt force trauma to the back of her head, suggesting she had in fact been murdered. After Drew's body was found, a slew of suspects came into play. Initially, it was thought that she did not have any gentlemen collars, but upon inspecting her trunk at home, they found notes and postcards from various men similar to Laura Palmer's journal. Drew's mother seemed to think a man with hypnotic powers lured her daughter away to be murdered.

Ooh. Others gossiped about a campsite orgy similar to the last place Laura Palmer was known to be alive. Unfortunately, we still don't know who killed Hazel Drew. Hope you guys found this as interesting as I did. Your podcast gets me through my evening runs when I am being a terrible murderer running alone in the dark with headphones in. Oh.

Please. Come on. Damn it. P.S. George's recent story. This is what made me laugh. George's recent story of the Morehouse murders where the Bernys made Katie Moyer dance for them to the dire straits to dire straits will stick with me forever as I am walking down

the aisle to Romeo and Juliet next June. Can't wait to think about murder on my wedding day, SSDGM Marissa. You got to change that song, honey. That's hilarious. Sorry about that one. Yeah, that changes it a little bit. Okay. I just have to say that the beginning of the original series of Twin Peaks when it is the

girl walking down the railroad tracks in the nightgown, like all ruined, is one of the freakiest and most amazing beginnings of a story where you're like, what happened to her? What I need to know, you know, like starting there, everything about it, seeing Laura Palmer's body when I was wrapped in plastic and the coloring and the like the sand and the grit that and like that in that location of this beautiful creepy wilderness. Yes. I totally, until I just read that I forgot how much that affected me as a kid.

And so, and also just that they go into it, I wish it was more, like it's hard to go into story wise that thing of like that the forest is an entity. Yeah. And it is up there. Yeah. It's so dense and people live in it and there's all kinds of shifts going on. There's all kinds of shifts going on forever. And anything could happen, anything could happen up in there.

It's fascinating. Totally. It's such a, yeah. That's amazing. I didn't know it was based on a true story. I think I had read that and tried to do it as in one of my murders, but there's just not a lot of information on it. So I'm glad she brought that in because it's still so interesting.

It's so interesting. And also 08 or it's just like 1908. Yeah. You could kind of just hit someone in the back of the head, kill them, walk away, start over, whatever now in the hypnotic part, which also reminds me of Terry Hoffman. That story I just did where she was read, it started as a meditation group and slowly turned into a cult where she was getting people to kill themselves. Totally.

Like that idea of using hypnosis for evil is fascinating. Yeah. Yeah. Definitely. Okay. Send your hometowns to my favorite murder Gmail and have a good Thanksgiving. You guys get that info from your fucking families, man. Yeah, please.

We want all recon. Great letters this week. Yeah. This is so crazy. And stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Bye. Bye.

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