Jeanie, I don't remember that incident (Maybe vaguely). My mommie Rose was eighty years old when she told me she left our home because of the violence. Then she told me about the baby being in the high chair when dad did that--then she said: "oh, you were the baby". I had called her and asked her why she left our home. I needed to know. She was my bright spot in my child/baby life. The song "You are my Sunshine" was popular and when I hear it on the radio, I always thought of her when I was little. Don't anyone ever think that small children don't think deep thoughts, feel deeply, grieve. I know I did. I remember she was gone when I started the first grade at age 5. They didn't have kindergarten back then. I fell in love with my first grade teacher. She was a grey-haired lady, very sweet. I raised my hand, motioned for her to come to me, she bent over to hear me and I kissed her on the cheek. I needed love so badly.