“It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many triumphs and tragedies, and all we see are yards and driveways.”
“I remember, I remember, / The house where I was born, / The little window where the sun / Came peeping in at morn.”
I don’t actually know the people who owned, lived, and grew up in this house….but I know that it was a happy home by the stories people tell. I know that the girl who grew up there, while she apparently didn’t really mind them burning the house down, she didn’t want to be in town when it happened. I know that if someone burned my childhood home down – the house that I still visit regularly two or more times a week, the house where my parents still live 27 years later – I would most certainly not want to be in town either. But I also know that the burning of this house served such a great purpose. It had not been inhabited in many many years. And the owners surely knew that the church could use it for something since they handed over the property to them years before. I had absolutely zero attachments to this house, but somehow (while I was excited and enthralled at the process of it burning down) I was sad. Happy and sad. A family played there. They had memories there. They ate and slept there. Somehow, I just don’t see a house as sticks and bricks.
While I was a bundle of emotions, I couldn’t help but watch this whole process of burning the house down. The firemen prepped and trained. The EMS stood by prepared for anything that may go wrong. The community came to watch. Neighbors sat on their porches for the night. People brought cameras, food, and drinks…lawn chairs even. Children played on the church playground not more than 25 or so feet away from the burning house and were brimming with excitement….waiting for the big flames to come. I witnessed some serious teamwork. I’m not sure I can really say that I’ve ever seen people work together so diligently and calmly to make sure that not only the job gets done but to ensure that it gets done safely. Those men and women are seriously dedicated. Most of them are volunteers, the chief even. It was fascinating!
Thank you firemen and EMS for letting me dart around you all evening and thank you for your dedication to what can be such a risky job!
Ps. I can honestly say I have never had as hard a time choosing pictures to post here as I did for this. So I just posted as many as I could bear to be patient for 🙂
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