Shortly after 8 PM Monday evening, Sylvia and I were watching TV when we heard a siren. It was an emergency vehicle coming down our secondary road. It was a fire truck. Around the corner and about a half-mile from here, I could see the flashing light of another unit that was already on the scene. The action was just beyond a hill, so we couldn’t see what exactly was creating the excitement. The trucks were still there when we went to bed nearly three hours later. At 6:30 AM on Tuesday morning one unit was still on the scene.
Part of my morning routine is to check the Sentinel-Standard Webpage. This is the newspaper for our county. They had a picture and the story.
Sentinel-Standard Photo
It was a neighbor’s house that had burned. The neighbor was home and called in the alarm. The farm house appears to be a total loss, but fire did not spread to the dairy buildings. The good news is that no one was injured in the fire.
For you urbanites, it may not be a big deal to see the fire trucks roll by, but out here it is, And this time there were several area departments that were involved.
Fire is difficult especially in rural areas. In the winter. The male person know this; he is fire chief! Very glad no one was hurt.
Wow, that is scary, Chuck. I hope everyone was safe. Do they have somewhere to go?
I am glad no one was injured. Living where I do sirens shriek several times a day. I remember when growing up my Mom used to tell us that whenever we hear a siren we should make the sign of the cross, I still do that today.
Oh, dear! I am glad they are ok, and the barn too. Not a good morning.