Foot prints in the snow. One evening when my grandma Taylor was at home with her smaller children, grandpa was gone off on one of his many adventures, someone shot a gun and the bullet came into the house. Grandma grabbed a gun and went outside but the person had disappeared. There was snow on the ground so she followed his foot prints. They let to the school house where a revival meeting was in progress. She went into the service and interrupted the service and told the people that someone had shot into her house where she and her children were and she ask that they point out who had just entered in to the building. Not wanting to see a man shot in their church service they very logically refused to tell who had done such a cowardly thing.