Texasblu gave us the prompt fires. As she says, there are many fire stories in my life, some which I will share this winter to warm you while it is snowing outside.
a story I told about here. There wasn't trash pick up in those days, but we had a 50 gallon metal can my dad had fashioned into an incinerator. (I see your minds; they are starting to put two and two together.) I need to further advise you of where our house was. Pawnee is built in the Sandstone Hills Region of Oklahoma. Our house was near the top of a hill.
With this background, I will continue.
I was crying and I remember one of my dad's friends a black man, stopping by to talk with me and comfort me telling me that help was on the way to put the fire out. I don't remember my mom coming back, but I have always remembered the kind hearted friend who stopped to comfort a little girl.
Men from all over the area came to help put out the fire. I can remember their faces which were black from the soot of fighting the fire. They gathered off an on at our the house and I took them cold water to drink in my little red wagon.
The fire never came back towards the barn, but my dad told me he was glad I thought of turning the animals out for safety. My mom always told me as she was half way to the neighbors. she realize she had left me with the fire and a butane tank in between. She could only push herself to run faster. In the end, we were all thankful that only woods and fields were burnt, no houses or people.
Smokey the Bear was my friend and I always followed his instructions. Children today would do well to know him...
And with that, I wish you a "good day"!