{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"The News Journal","provider_url":"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net","title":"The night the vigilantes surrounded our house &ndash; The News Journal","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"vp8ePzsA1I\"><a href=\"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net\/night-vigilantes-surrounded-house\/\">The night the vigilantes surrounded our house<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/qa.thenewsjournal.net\/night-vigilantes-surrounded-house\/embed\/#?secret=vp8ePzsA1I\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;The night the vigilantes surrounded our house&#8221; &#8212; The News Journal\" data-secret=\"vp8ePzsA1I\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! 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I guess I was about ten years-old. We had moved from Corbin to a little town in Southeastern KY due to my father\u2019s job as supervisor with the WPA (Work Projects Administration), a program that was started by FDR to put people to work after the Great Depression. Daddy was sent there to supervise the building of a courthouse. It was to be built of stone, since the former courthouses, having been made out of wood, had been set afire by family members whose relatives had been incarcerated while awaiting trial. The courthouse also doubled as the county jail. Since the town was known for being suspicious of strangers and making its own laws, my family was skeptical about how they would welcome us as outsiders,\u00a0 They didn\u2019t like furriners \u201cpoking their nose\u201d into their way of taking care of business. The house we lived in was built to hold two families, my family on one side and the\u00a0 county jailer\u2019s family on the other. This was no problem to us, but sharing the same house with the jailer was a bit scary because he was very unpopular with the families of the inmates. And they didn\u2019t take kindly to him for locking up their brothers, cousins, uncles, and the like. On the night in question, it was like a scene out of the old west. Family members of one of the inmates decided to take the law into their own hands by threatening the jailer who shared the other side of the house. That night when we pulled back the curtains and saw several men on horseback with guns drawn circling the house, my siblings and I took cover while my mother and father kept watch at the window. The menacing look on the faces of the men told us that something bad was going to happen. Around and around they rode while we laid on the floor quaking with terror. Would there be a killing, would they set the house on fire? It was vigilante justice that we had only seen in the movies. But that night it was for real. As I recall, it was a long night that ended without the outcome that we anticipated. When morning came, the men on horseback had dwindled away without doing any physical harm. But the psychological harm was enough for us. I learned later that this had been commonplace long before we moved there.\u00a0 We saw the evidence in the bullet holes in the walls of the house that we stuffed with wads of toilet tissue to keep out the cold in the winter. In a matter of time, my father became respected by the men who worked under him. By treating them fairly and respecting their customs and most of all, minding his own business, they accepted him as someone they could trust. Evidence of this was the farm produce, chickens and meat in hog-killing season they left outside our front door on many occasions. Soul satisfying Country Style Casserole Ingredients \u00bd onion, diced 2 (10-3\/4 ounces each) cans condensed cream of chicken soup, undiluted \u00be cup mayonnaise \u00bd cup milk 3 tablespoons honey 2 tablespoons Dijon mustard 4 cups cubed cooked chicken 1 package (26 ounces) frozen shredded hash brown potatoes 3 cups frozen sliced carrots Instructions In a skillet, saute onion in \u00bc cup water until tender. Cooking in water will save on calories. You can add water a little at a time while cooking if needed. Set aside. In a large bowl, combine the soup,mayonnaise, milk, honey, and mustard until smooth. Then fold in the chicken, hash browns, carrots, and onions that were previously cooked. Pour mixture into a greased 13-in. x 9-in. baking dish. Cover and bake at 350\u00b0 for 45-50 minutes. Uncover and bake 15-20 minutes longer or until slightly brown."}