My favorite. Hello and welcome to my favorite murder. The Minnesode.

We read you your stories about woe and grief, heartache,

grief and heartache and woe,

and sometimes grandma's sweet, sometimes it's salty.

You want to go, you know, you want to go first?

Salty?

Sure, sure.

Here's some salt for you.

Oh, this is great.

Okay.

I'm not gonna read you the subject line.

It just says, hey y'all, my great-great-grandmother Tilly

was shot in the head twice and survived.

What?

Now that's how you start a hometown.

That's right.

Whoo, Tilly, you can feel it. In January of 1922, Tilly got off a street car and

fainted into her son's arms. She had a bloody handkerchief held to her head

so he thought that she had been bludgeoned he immediately took her to the hospital

and after doing an x-ray they discovered that she'd been shot in the head not once but twice

the streetcar conductor nor the passengers helped Tilly. They claimed they didn't know anything was wrong with her.

Some noticed that she was holding a bloody handkerchief over her mouth and nose, but they didn't think it was serious

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