fire trucks – Life on the Farmlet

“It all began with a 5:00am phone call from my neighbor, but I’ll get to that in tomorrow’s post.”

I said that over ten days ago and never followed through. I’m sorry. Here’s what happened immediately following that 5:00 AM call!

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My neighbor called me and in a flat voice said,

“Lynda, if you look out your back window you’ll see the house on fire.”

Bleary-eyed, foggy headed, and half asleep I am jolted into the here and now. I go to the dining room window to see her house, but it is not burning. Then, to my left I see the flames…

They are directly behind the woods and shooting easily 100 feet into the predawn sky! Dazed, I hear her continue; something about being woke up, a cell phone, and more. I thank her for calling and we hang up.

Still a bit dazed, I begin to wonder why she called me so early in the morning when clearly both she and I, her’s and mine, are not in any danger. Then I get it. She want’s me to pray for the family whose house is afire. DUH! We had no way at that time to know if the family was OK, or if they all got out in time.

We listened for the news on TV, heard that the road was blocked off for the fire crews, and saw a momentary shot of the house, fire trucks, and an ambulance. Later in the day we drove by, on the way to the hospital for my eye injury, and would see the gutted wreckage. There were at least twenty cars pulled up onto the front lawn. Family and friends, folks from church, all there to sift through the mess and to collect anything salvageable for the family. I doubt there was much. Taking one look caused me to cry and exclaim, “It’s so sad!” To which Bob replied, “They have a lot of friends. They will be OK.” Blessedly, that evening we would hear that although the house was a total loss, the family had gotten out in time.

I tend to write about so many things. I try to keep it fun and not complain too much, but sometimes it all gets the better of me.

However, events like this…