Story from Elizabeth Stephenson



Well, I was about five and Aunt Ruth and Uncle Holman were visiting Ma and Pa, and Martha and I were playing as usual. We used to go in what was called "the parlor" and they kept it shut off and nobody went in there except on special occasions. And they had a picture album on a big library table in there, and we used to go in there and get that thing down and sit on the floor and look at it. One day we were in there looking at it and we got tired and lay down on the floor and went to sleep. And when we got up Uncle Holman had been looking for us everywhere and he couldn't find us and he called the police. We came walking out and he was so mad 'cause we were right there in the house all the time.