Itinerantdaughter's Blog

So I’m chilling, minding my business, cleaning my room, and there’s this documentary about People’s Temple playing on the television in the background. (I much prefer television as background noise these days, things I’ve seen usually, so I don’t have to pay close attention. Music just isn’t doing it for me.) So this particular documentary…I’ve seen three-quarters of it, like, a billion times, so I’m zoning out, organizing shoes, throwing stuff away, and the moment I decide to zone in, I hear…

“The first time I met Jim Jones was Easter 1953. My mother-in-law, Edith Cordell, had a monkey and it (very brief pause) hung itself, and she wanted to replace the monkey and so she looked in the Indianapolis Star, and in that Indianapolis Star was Jim Jones’ ad that he had some monkeys to sell.”

WHAT!? Never has a more ridiculous sentence been spoken.

More Jim Jones tomorrow…sleep well!

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