One weekend my parents were out of town and we were left behind with my oldest sister in charge of the four younger siblings. This was a job that she enjoyed very much, maybe too much. She liked being the boss over all of us.
We had invited some of our friends to come over and we would all ride to one of Miss Bessie's Gospel Meetings that was going to be on Friday evening. We decided to go in two cars, one of the cars was our VW bus and the other was Sherry's mothers car. Their were six in each car and we all went to the meeting on Friday evening.
On the way back we were almost at the turnoff of the Braselton Road and the Winder Road when we heard a gun shot and a ping against the metal of the car. Both cars stopped and pulled to the shoulder of the road and we all got out and checked the cars for damage. On the left rear of our VW bus there was a bullet hole beside the wheel opening. When we saw that we all jumped back into our cars and sped off into the night to go to the Police Department in Jefferson. We told them where we had been and that we were on our way home and we were just fixing to turn onto the Winder Road to come to Jefferson when we heard the shot and had gotten out to see what had happened. They took down our information and said that they would check it out and call us the next day.
We made it home around nine thirty and we decided to have a singing party and everyone that had an instrument to play set together and they played and we sang every song we knew until about midnight. We were all tired and decided to go to bed. Everyone had gone to bed when we heard someone climbing up the rose trellis just outside of my parents bedroom where several were sleeping. Then they heard them walking on the roof over my parents bedroom and then to the upstairs window. The took off the screen and slid out the glass in the jalous windows and then crawled into our attic. By this time we were all up and scared to death that someone was in our attic. We pushed a large chester drawers up against the attic door and my oldest sister called the police. She didn't want to talk to loud for whoever to hear her as she talked to the police. As she talked to the dispatcher on the phone trying to give him the information he would tell her to speak up he couldn't hear her. Her reply back to him was that she couldn't talk any louder because she didn't want the person who had broken in to hear that she was talking to the police. After several tries he finally understood the address and said someone would be right out.
By the time the police had gotten there the person had climbed out the other window on the other side of the attic and jumped to the ground and fled into the night. The police had gone upstairs into the attic and saw where the window glass had been removed at both windows and the ground below the second window their was a set of shoe prints where the person had landed when they jumped out of the second window to the ground.
They took down all of the information and made a report and said that they were cruise the neighborhood for a suspicious person and get with our parents when they got back in town on Monday.
Everyone tried to go back to bed and sleep but everyone came back into the living room and one by one we all fell asleep there.
Of the person had tried to come down the stairs they would have been surprised at the gang that was waiting at the door with their guitars raised in the air just ready to hit them over the head.
The next morning we had the windows repaired and secured so that they wouldn't open and we called our parents and let them in on our exciting evening. They said that they would be leaving soon and would be back home later in the evening.
I remember the comfort that I felt just knowing that my dad would be there that evening and all would be ok again.
Palmer Waters
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