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Rainy Days and Starry Nights
November 21, 2012 | 1,852 views | Post a comment

Eddie, my husband, was always a brave man. After all, he had been in the Navy in World War II and his ship had been hit by a kamikaze plane, and he had escaped death that day.

But this happened in 1963. We had three children. We were living in the Dellview neighborhood in San Antonio. We had gone to church that morning. After church, we drove down the street to our house. We saw a pickup truck backed in our driveway, near the front door, and the door was standing open. Eddie and I gasped in fear, because we didn’t recognize the truck, and we just knew we were being robbed. The audacity of the thieves, right there in broad daylight! But someone obviously knew that we were at church.

Eddie told the kids and me to stay in the car, and he got out and started in the house, but Trent, who was about 11 years old, got out too. They were going in to save us from the robbers.

I said, “Trent, get back in the car. Eddie, no, don’t go inside. Let’s go somewhere and call the police.”

But Eddie strode bravely to the door and Trent was close behind him and I guess Eddie was going to use his bare hands and strong body to tackle the burglar. They started up the sidewalk toward the front door, which was gaping wide open. My heart was in my throat, as I just knew they were going to be killed. I told Julie and Derek to get down on the floorboard of the car. I would cover them with my body. Wasn’t I a brave mommy?

Suddenly, my daddy appeared in the door with my little brother Sammy! What were they doing here?

Then they explained they had borrowed my older brother’s pickup to come over to get a dresser that I had told Mother she could have. They had called, but no one answered, so they came anyway knowing we were probably at church. In those days we didn’t lock our doors.

We were so relieved and had a big laugh that day and the years afterwards as we told the story over and over again. But my brave husband and son were heroes that day.

Another thing happened in 1969. We had moved to Hurst, Texas, between Fort Worth and Dallas. One weekend we went with our friends, the Fields family, to Lake Quitman in the Piney Woods of East Texas.

We got there late Friday night after dark. As we drove up to the cabin through the thick woods of pine trees, suddenly a light appeared in the window of the cabin. What is that? Someone was inside the cabin! We drove up to the cabin. Eddie and Trent got out of our car, and Don got out of his car, whispering to the guys. They whispered for the women and children to stay in the cars. They would see who was in the cabin.

Don got his pistol from his car, and Trent grabbed a baseball bat from our car. They crept up to the front door, as I crouched in the seats with the children. I was trembling with fear. Who was in the cabin -- someone who took up residence in the cabin, because they knew no one lived there or a robber who was robbing the house? I hoped Don wouldn’t have to use the gun.

As they got to the door, suddenly the light went off again! Total darkness around, the cabin, the woods, you could not see your hand in front of your face. I expected to hear a gunshot right then.

Suddenly we heard the men’s laughter! What were they laughing about? Well, Don had remembered Anita’s parents always left a security light on in the cabin that went on and off periodically to make someone (like a robber or even family members) think that someone was home.

Don put the key in the door and turned all the lights on, and the women and kids got out of the cars, shaken but safe. Our brave men had saved the day! I shudder to think what would have happened if there had really had been a burglar in the cabin. Would Don have used his gun, and would Trent have beaten someone up with his baseball bat? And would Eddie again tackle the man with his bare hands?

Thank God we never found out!
 

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