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Originally written by Robin.
We moved to this house when I was about nine and my twin brothers were 3 1/2 years old. They had a bad habit of kicking off the covers in the night. They would cry for Dad to come cover them up instead of pulling the blankets back up themselves. Across the room from my bedroom was another one that dad never let any of us sleep in although we could play there. No matter how hot it was outside it was always VERY cool in there.
Unusual for an upstairs bedroom in the dead of summer in a house with no airconditioning. One night I was awakened by the cry, "Momma". It started low and got louder. This went on for five minutes and finally stopped so I went back to sleep. It happened every night and by now I was tired of it waking me up so I sleepily went to my parents bedroom and woke up my dad. "The babies are cold," I complained, shaking him awake. He sat up, listened, and said "I'll check them".
I padded along behind him but the twins were covered and sound asleep. By now the baby's cries were VERY loud indeed! He put me back in bed and told me he'd help the baby. I snuggled under the blankets and listened as he went in the room across the hall from me. The sound stopped so I went back to sleep. The next morning all our toys were in the hall and dad had put a hasp and padlock on the door. We were never allowed to play in there again! Still the baby cried, "Mama," from 3:00p.m. until 3:05 every night the entire time we lived there. Dad never did tell me what he found when he checked the baby. A VERY scary home for a child to live in, indeed!
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