Hello from our January break.
This episode is called In the House where I was born. And is a tribute to the great radio play
“writer Willis Cooper and his 1949 radio play of the same name. You can hear the whole thing right”
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“stretch of our murder night in Blood Forest Tour, heading through the western half of the U.S.”
We're not going to tour in the U.S. again for probably at least a year. So if you'd like to see us, this would be a great time. They didn't let us, but the San Francisco show on sale until like mid November for some reason. So that one needs some help telling me friends in the Bay Area to check them out. Okay, after the short outbreak, we proudly present in the house where I was born, four after we list Cooper. In our experience for your podcast, Frischus Obst
and Knackiegis Gemüse from Aldi, immergut, immergünstig, immervielfältig, kurz gesagt Frischus for all? To Aldi Price, this week's Tafeltrauben 650g for 0.2 € 9.90, or "Kultur Heidelbeeren" 125g for 0.1 € 9.30 in your Aldi Nordvilliale. And weitergeet, einfach lauschen und genießen. Aldi, gutes für alle. It had a pretty good run, 15 seasons, 327 episodes. And though we have seen, of course, every episode many times, only figured hey, now that we're wrapped, let's watch it all again. And we can't do that
alone. So we're inviting the cast and crew that made the show along for the ride. We've got writers, producers, composers, directors, and will of course have some actors on as well, including some certain guys that played some certain pretty iconic brothers. It was kind of a little bit
“of a left field choice in the best way possible. The note from Crippky was, "He's great, we love him,”
but we're looking for like a really intelligent, decoveny type." With 15 seasons to explore, it's going to be the road trip of several lifetimes, so please join us and subscribe to Supernatural, then and now. The time has come as it comes every 15 years to return to the house where I was born.
In the house where I was born was a wide porch, two rocking chairs that were always
too rickety to sit on, but too picturesque to throw away. The spiders spent more time on the porch than us. It was their domain and we left it to them. In the house where I was born was a line of dark windows, always dark. Even when every lamp in the house was on, the windows had a dark aspect. As though light didn't pass through them correctly. From inside, the daylight barely cut through the gloom, gloom and dust. This was the atmosphere of the house where I was born.
In the house where I was born, there were three bedrooms and a four-throom that should have been a bedroom, but we did not use it for that. Instead, we called it the waiting room. I don't know why we called it that. My mother was the one who named it that. Every morning she would ask me
is there anyone in the waiting room? And I would have to go check. There never was. Although every
single time I opened the door, I did so with the formless and nameless dread. I did not want anyone to be in the waiting room. In the house where I was born, there was a portrait of my grandparents on my mother's side. The portrait captures my grandfather's maniacal sneer and my grandmother's startlingly wide mouth. The painter must have been very talented and very brave. Also, quick. My mother would proudly tell me that three other painters had tried their luck
Before this portrait was successfully completed.
artist after. It doesn't matter. Of course, she would cool running her fingernails along the textured
surface of the paint, although us children were never allowed to touch it. The soul of the artist
“lives on in their work. She would say to me and wink like she had shared a secret or joke just a little”
to advanced for my age. We are all of us in town returning to the houses where we were born. This is not easy, but at least it only happens once every 15 years. Steve Colzberg was born in a lovely little bungalow that was knocked down years ago to make room for a vacant lot. So he has a most difficult day, in which he must track down the pieces of wood and plaster that was the house he
was born in and construct from them a temporary replica. Whether a replica built from the materials
of the original counts as a version of the original is a question that philosophers have debated for thousands of years, but this is not a day for philosophy and so Steve has no choice. He touches through the city, gathering splinters of wood, planks that had been recycled into homemade bookshelves, plaster dust, mixed interchangeably with grains of sand by the dump. Dana Cardinal was born on a family vacation to New Mexico and so she sits out barefoot across
the desert, on a mini week journey to the house where she was born. Why she must walk barefoot is unclear, but we all know she must. That is part of it. She lowers her face against the wind and the sand she sinks into herself and endures the passage. The sooner she gets to the house where she was born the sooner she can come home, missing of course three pounds of weight and about two hours of time. What happens during that missing time and how those three pounds are removed from the body
are of course mysteries that will likely never be solved. In the house where I was born there was a
lovely silver coffee urn that my mom had inherited from my grandparents the ones in the portrait. It was only brought out for company and on those occasions I like to sit at the kitchen table and study it. It was so large and fancy and unlike anything else in our home and I wondered where my grandparents had gotten it to whom had they served coffee from it. But these kinds of family stories, the every mundane moment are not passed on through the generations and so are lost
“forever. Even though those mundane moments are the bulk of anyone's life we remember our family”
through a few stories that were so unusual or out of character that they stuck in everyone's heads and the rest is just each of us doing our best to draw a line between those dots and hoping where anywhere near the truth and that's it to hear the rest along with 10 years of existing bonus episodes please head over to our Patreon and support the show. Okay see you on February with new episodes we love you. What I wanted to tell you, you didn't like my
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