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One of the coolest things about Rosemary is the burning barrel. To save cost in hauling garbage you are not only encouraged but rather you are required to burn your garbage. To a pyro like myself that is pure joy. Of course, this much burning doesn't come without some hazards. My first set back was when we still lived in Bassano. The screen that covers the barrel to keep ashes from flying had been hanging down the side of the barrel and I hadn't noticed that it was leaning right against the side of the barrel and was very hot. I foolishly grabbed the screen to put it on top of the barrel and received the worst burn of my life. My skin was instantly branded and burned so bad that I didn't even feel it. It only took a minute or two before the pain took over. It hurt extremely bad and I could only stand it if I had a bag of ice on my hand. That afternoon we were at the Hall's and Elna cut up a few leaves from her Aloe Vera plant and laid them across my burn. She then wrapped it in a gauze. It was a true miracle. The pain was worse than if I had ice on my hand but it was bearable whereas before it was truly unbearable. I left the Aloe on overnight and the next day I had no blisters and very little pain. I am now a true believer in Aloe Vera. What a wonderful plant.Several years later I was fulfilling my husbandly duties of taking the garbage out in the morning on my way to work. Lisa had no trouble getting me to take out the garbage in Rosemary, now she has to hound me mercilessly before I take the garbage out. So I set the garbage on fire and headed on into work. As I said, this was in the spring. The snow was mostly melted and the grass hadn't started to grow so it was very dry. At some point some burning garbage fell out of the burning barrel onto the ground. The grass was short so it didn't start on fire but it did smolder. It took hours but finally the smoldering grass made it's way over to my storage shed which was at the back of the yard and sadly the shed finally caught on fire. This was about noon when this happened. Let me give a sample of some of the things that I kept in my shed. Five gallon can of gasoline, 20 pound bottle of propane, about ten 1 pound bottles of propane, a case of motor oil and I think you can get the picture. I am told that you could see the flames from Rod and JoAnne Dycks house out on the highway (2 - 3 miles away). You could see smoke from Duchess (about ten miles away). Lisa called me at work in near panic. I guess the heat was so intense that the neighbors wanted her out of the house for fear it would start on fire. The shed was at least a hundred feet away but I guess a bottle of propane is quite spectacular when it blows. My kids were all at school and you can imagine the excitement the kids at school had during recess. My kids were famous once they figured out it was my shed burning. The heat was so intense that even the aluminum from my bikes and ladders all burned, there was nothing left. I had a root cellar underneath the shed and by the time I got home from work the shed and all of its contents had fallen into the root cellar and the whole ash pile was pretty much level with the ground. The most surprising thing about it all is when we sat down with the insurance adjuster (I believe it was Mr Forest). We added up the replacement cost of everything that I'd lost and it came to over $10,000. If you'd asked me I would have guessed it all at maybe $3,000. The one thing I couldn't replace though was my moose antlers. I had a really nice rack and it was gone. The other sad thing is that the tree next to the shed was half dead. It looked really funny when the tree finally budded out, half the tree was covered with beautiful green leaves and the other half was dead branches without a speck of green on them.
Of course the final humiliation came when I had to go to my next volunteer fire department meeting. They were merciless and teased me relentlessly. My biggest regret is that because I worked in Bassano, I had now missed the second biggest fire that happened in the ten years I lived in Rosemary, my own shed.
5 comments:
Happy Belated 50th Fred!!! Air balloons are huge up close. What an experience. Rick turns fifty next year.
Karin & Rick
Fred I don't know how to reply on your blog site so I will here.
Don't you just love the joys of married kids. We thought they were alot of work when they were teenagers, Now they grow up and you have to help them move, and it is not just them they have a spouse and kids and all the stuff that goes with them. But we still do it and we still Love them.
I never did get you called again for your Birthday, but happy birthday OLD MAN! Now you can join the "over half dead" bunch. Truthfully I think The best is still to come.
Love you Little Brother
Jackie
I was so waiting for the shed story. I remember that day perfectly!!! I wish i could have been there for the celebrations! I love reading your blog. I hope you don't fall asleep on the road.
LOL! So glad you can laugh about the fire now. My goodness....How scary at the time for Lisa for sure. That is some intense fire. Dean worries about ours, as we have about the same amount of gas and propane stored in ours. But where else DO you store it, eh?
HAppy birthday again to you and to all those in your family who have celebrated this month as well. Can't wait to get pics of you when you take that balloon ride.
One more thing.....I am just starting to learn this year, that life only gets busier as your children grow up. Not the other way around, like I thought (or had hoped) for years. I sympathize with these young mom's who say they are so tired all the time, and wish their life was like mine (where my kids are older or on their own), however, I just smile back at them and think "If only you knew." I am now beginning to see why so many older women gave me THAT same smile when I was younger with small kids.
Travel safely! Make sure you get some sleep!
We also lost some other irreplaceable things besides your antlers. We lost my little pedal race car that I won on the show "Popcorn Playhouse." I was about 4 or 5 yrs. old when I won that and we also lost the pram (buggy) that my granny bought for my parents when I was born. Those two things made me sad and now that I'm writing about it it makes me sad again.
Lynn, you are right about still being busy after kids grow up. It's just a different kind of busy and I'm tired!!
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