My childhood home is no more.
Yesterday morning my dad and Carol heard noises coming from an upstairs bedroom. Upon investigating they discovered that there were flames coming from the wall near the chimney. They called the fire department and tried a fire extinguisher. The volunteer fire department arrived and was able to get the fire out after it had severely damaged two upstairs bedrooms and did considerable smoke and water damage to the rooms below. Everyone got out safely, thankfully.
Fortunately my dad has a trailer on the same property that he rents out which is currently vacant, so they have somewhere to stay while they cleanup.
Unfortunately the story doesn't end there. This morning they awoke to find that there was another fire (there must have been something smoldering in the wall) and by the time they got to it there was nothing to be done.
This house has a lot of history and memories and it is sad to think that it will no longer be there when I go to visit. The home was built in the 1920's on the farm that my grandfather purchased in the 1950's.
I am just grateful that everyone is safe.
The house two years ago
3 comments:
I'm so sorry Brenda! I too am glad that everyone made out ok. House fires can be so devasting to a family. One of our friends just lost everything in a fire and it's been tough. They are physically ok but it is traumatic to suddenly lose all your earthly possessions, along with so many memories and momentos. I'll be thinking about you and your family!!
So sorry Brenda. I remember your house when I came for your farewell. I loved it. It's hard to say goodbye to something that has been such a big part of your life. Love you. -Cali
I am sad as well for what that represents. I am so sorry, but am relieved that no one was part of the tradegy. We had game night with the brobergs and that's it as there will never be another "you".
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