This incident that I remember happened when I was very young. It was the day the bank was robbed. My daddy, John Thompson, was pursuing the robber and they passed by our home. I was standing in the front yard along with some other family members and a visitor. Daddy was standing in the street by the Presbyterian Church and the robber was farther down the street toward the creek. They were exchanging shots. It was a scary time.

Later one of the bullets was found lodged in a crusty just a short distance from where we were standing. The news of the robbery spread fast and soon others joined in the pursuit. They chased him across the cemetery and he hid behind some cedar trees. He was laid just outside the hearse, which was parked beside the Presbyterian Church. He had been seen by several people before robbing the bank and was wearing a false mustache. He also had flat feet and couldn't run fast.

Mable Thompson Alexander