I remember one summer we went to West Virginia to mom's house, which was awesome, but when we got there, it was me, Eric, Debby, and Grandma Gilkeson, the upstairs windows were open. It was a long way to go back to town or to find a telephone to call police, and mom never even considered that. I remember Grandma saying when mom picked up a big ole stick "Oretha what are you doing, you better not go in there somebody might be in there" and mom said, something to the affect of "Yeah, and that's my house so they're going to be leaving if they are in there" and she marched up to that house fearless and buddy, she was prepared to clean house. Fortunately, nobody was "still" in there and I don't guess we ever did figure out how those windows got opened up. I have such great memories of spending time in the summer down on the old Gilkeson place.