For those of you who didn't see Tom's comment and memories of Grandma Fern, here's the story!
Tommy says:
"To many memories to list.
One in particular was prior to the "DDT" days. We had a gang of outlaws (as in cowboys). For some reason we were stuck on gangs I guess. Anyway one afternoon we put on our gun holsters all loaded with cap guns, donned our cowboy hats and pulled the bandanas over our faces and headed down the trail to rob the little old lady that lived in the house down the driveway. We made it thru the door ok and had her at gun point but she wasn't going easy. When she opened the drawer to get her money out came a rolling pin and she chased us thru the living room to the bedroom, into the north room, past the bathroom, into the kitchen and around again 2 or 3 times. Finally we bolted out the door and back down the trail empty handed. Guess we should have went for the general store, it probably would have been easier.
PS: If I dig far enough back in my museum I think that clawfoot tub is there still waiting for installation in our house.
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