At one point when Bill and I were dating, he was in a bar one night and the crew in there convinced him to elope with me.
This is the house I lived in, we lived upstairs and my Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived downstairs. My bedroom was the window above the door.
It was a tiny room with a twin bed, desk and bureau with a closet.
Sometime during the night, a sound of scratching on the window screen woke me up. There was bill at the window trying to wake me up. I open the window to let him in. He tells me to get dressed we are going to elope. I said things like he is crazy, He needs to get out. He is laying in bed while I get dressed trying to get him out. He is a sleep.
I can not wake him up. My father is working and my mother asleep. I am going to get a beating! But he is out and I can not budge him.
I finally have to wake my mother because my father will home in about an hour. For that hour there is nothing for us to do, but smoke and pace back and forth from the window.
Finally we peek out and see my fathers car coming down the block, he drives slow...staring at the house. We don't know why he is doing that.
We don't know what my father will do. As he comes in the house and climbs the stairs we are there to meet him and tell him what happen.
He shakes his head and laughs. Not the reaction we expected. He said he can't do anything right. We asked him why was he staring at the house. He said there is a ladder leading up to my window outside the house. It seems Billy went into the neighbors yard across the street and stole their ladder.
So, my father went back out and took the ladder down and we just sat waiting till he woke up sometime in the afternoon.
Of course my father ribbed him about this for a number of years.
So that was the day I did not elope.
