I went to breakfast with dad this morning (since he had finally given me more than 2 hours notice that he wanted to) at Chrome Grill. While we were sitting there an ambulance drove by. About a minute later there was a fire truck and some police cars. A gentleman next to us said "must be a bad wreck." I looked to dad and told him that I always get nervous when I hear sirens on this side of town (the side I live on). When we finished I decided to head home before going to work to make sure everything was ok. I came home to this:
|So long Joe's House|
This was an intentional fire that got out of control. Thankfully no animals or people were harmed. 18 years ago we weren't so lucky....
September 27th, 1994, I was a small fish in a big pond. Literally. I was a sixth grader swimming at the high school pool. Each elementary school took turns taking their sixth grade classes to swim at CHS. The most terrifying part of this was riding the bus home with high schoolers.Thankfully, my bus driver was the same bus driver I had had since the first day of kindergarten. That day, I walked through the courtyard to the bus. Before I stepped on, I glanced to the east and saw balls of black smoke in the sky. I didn't have a chance to think about it before Denver (my bus driver) told me it was coming from my farm. He didn't know the details, but promised to get me home as soon as possible.
|The barn on the hill|
I always say that I have no memories of my childhood, but I could recap this moment beginning to end. From the smell of my chlorinated hair, to the sound the fire hoses made keeping the other barns from catching fire. One thing I will remember most is my Grandpa with his head in his hands. By this time he had lost his eyesight. My dad remembers Grandpa asking "Is it the big one?" After dad replied yes he asked "Is it gone?" to which he replied with another yes.