Boxing Day (Continued)

Hello Dear Reader,
Grandpa (Wesley) Carter was now inside the parking area for Mme. Tussaud's Wax Works. He walked around for a few minutes, picked up an old brick and went to the back gate which apparently wasn't used very much because it was boarded up. We heard a few loud bangs which could have been mistaken for gun shots but then Grandpa appeared driving the car. He drove down the street and told us to get in. He then asked Brother Holland to go back with him.

We were far enough away that we couldn't see what was happening but we heard some more loud bangs and soon Grandpa and Brother Holland reappeared and jumped in the car. Grandpa had bumped the back gate open with the car and needed Brother Holland to help him board the gate up again. Brother Holland seemed to consider it all a great adventure. He said as they were climbing over the fence to exit the lot he got the seat of his britches caught on one of the tall metal spikes and his feet were about one-half inch from the cement. He thought he was caught for sure. He exclaimed that if someone had come along just then he would have had to crow like a rooster.

Grandpa said the fence was put back together so well that he was sure the lot attendant wouldn't be able to figure out what had happened when he returned to work the next day. Our first Boxing Day was a very memorable one.
Love,
Aunt Genni