There was a huge fire at the Bohemian Bed & Breakfast in New Ulm this past weekend. It was a beautiful, big, old 112-year-old house that must have been made almost entirely of wood, and the front of the house was engulfed in flames in only 15 minutes, from what I read. Six people were killed. It's the worst fire tragedy in New Ulm's history. Three of the victims were the owner and her two young daughters. I didn't know her. She was the sister of a girl I went to school with though, and my parents knew her. I can only imagine the horror they are feeling.
I can't bring myself to put the picture that appeared in the paper here, it's too awful. If you want to see it and read the article, you can click here.
We drove by the house on Sunday afternoon and the front of the house is demolished. The back looks unbelieveably still like a house. The front is rubble; charred wood and ashes.
It makes me think about what we'd do to escape our house, in the event of a fire. We have four bedrooms, all upstairs, and one staircase. If we couldn't go down the stairs I guess we'd have to jump out of a window. And I can't imagine getting my two Fragile X boys, let alone their sister, to be agreeable to just hoisting themselves out the window during the chaos and terror of a housefire. We'd have to throw them out. Assuming they were still small enough for us to physically overpower them and do it.
I'm a very reluctant fireworks go-er under the best of circumstances. Maybe I have a few autistic tendencies myself, because I hate the noise and unpredictability of fireworks. So you can probably see how this news didn't exactly put me in a very sparky, fireworky kind of mood.
Aliza will see some fireworks tonight and hold sparklers and have good times with a bunch of kids at a friend's party. I will stay with her to make sure she's okay. But to the boys, the Fourth of July is just the fourth of July. I don't think they would like it, and to be honest, until they understand safety issues better, I don't want them to like it.
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We're going to a 4th of July party at some friends house tonight. They are having a musical parade with the kids from one end of the block to the other. I'm interested to see if a) the boys actually shake their tambourines and b) actually walk with the other kids. We'll see how it goes.....
Oh, Lord, that is sad! We just had a small fire in our freezer - I think our ice maker caught fire? And my husband and I were just talking about how terrifying it is and of course we have no plan for our three and soon to be four kids and how we'd get them out. Anyway, if disliking fireworks means I'm sort of autistic, I guess I am because I can't stand them. They have been setting them off for DAYS by me and it's driving me insane. I can't wait until the fourth is over, I feel you.
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