Showing posts with label Boards with nails. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boards with nails. Show all posts

Saturday, February 1, 2014

My Protectors

Remember the time I came home from a date and found my Papa King and my dad on the front lawn with their shot guns? That was a bit shocking to say the least. My Nana King had died and Papa was living with us and he was sleeping in front bedroom of our house in Fair Oaks.

A board like Kenny made to save me.


I was out on a date with the boy who has been my husband for 52 years and I guess that someone knew I was out and wanted to surprise me when I got home because he tried to get into our front door. Papa King heard him and got my dad and the guns. Candy our little dog heard him too thank goodness. I guess that guy didn't know that my Papa had been a CHP and police chief for 40 years. But he should have known that Candy wouldn't put up with that kind of stuff. 

On another night I had just come home from a date and I was washing my face in the bathroom. The window was open because it was a hot summer night. I felt someone watching me and turned to look and I saw a persons chest. Yikes! I walked over and closed the cranked open window, dried my face and went and got Candy. I should have let her out the front door but I was a little afraid to do that. The next day Kenny my little brother checked the flower beds and found bare feet foot prints. He then proceeded to make planks of wood with nails in it like the one above and and buried them with the nails pointing up so that my admirer would get a big surprise if he went peeking around my windows.  

Eventually Papa, Danny, Kenny and my dad organized a stakeout. The only person they saw while in hiding was a neighbor boy that came up to our property and turned around and went away. I guess he could tell that there was going to be trouble if he came up peeking in my windows again. 

But Kenny left the boards with nails in the flower beds for a long time. My dad and papa talked to the boys folks about it.


Because that's what dads and grandpa's do.