“Sure seems odd,” Mom
said. “I haven’t heard any thunder or
seen any lightning, but I definitely smell smoke.”
I braced myself for a close
encounter with lightning, as I blurted out, “Could we have a bucket of water?”
It was a direct hit.
“Is the barn on fire?” asked Mom. I barely had “yes” out of my mouth, when
nonchalant disappeared, and all the action went into fast-forward.
Grams instantly came down
with a “sick” headache, and headed for the couch to lie down, while Mom ran to
the phone to call the fire department.
Being a very small town with only a volunteer fire department, you had
to plan a time when everyone was available…like “Fire by Appointment only.” Unfortunately,
we hadn’t scheduled the barn fire, so it would be awhile before they
arrived. Meanwhile, Gramps had seen the
smoke and traced it to the barn with little trouble. He was now on his way to the fire carrying a
bucket of water. I was just hoping he
would look on the bright side. He could
have a nice crop of roasted marshmallows.
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