When she was 14 years old, my grandmother used to take the interurban train from Brooklyn, Indiana, into Mooresville to babysit for two little girls. Their mother had passed away.
One day, the father came home early and attacked her. She was too afraid to tell anyone what happened and even continued to babysit for the little girls.
A few weeks later, she met my grandfather, and a couple of months later, they became engaged. It was then that my grandmother had to tell him that she was going to have a baby....and she told him the whole story.
My grandfather walked into town with a baseball bat and dispatched the guy up side the head. The guy survived but soon moved away.
My aunt the child of the attack.....does NOT know the story....
And so there you are. Don't look if you don't want to find out. Sad tale of long ago with repercussions to many many folks.