Fire of ’87 – Thirty Year Anniversary

In 1987, on Halloween Day, our house caught on fire.  I was 14 when this happened.  It’s one of those events that you remember for the rest of your life.

Every year I do something to commemorate the Fire of ’87.  In the past, I wrote about what caused the fire, the destruction caused by the fire, and my feelings at the time of the fire.  However, this year I want to write about something different.  I want to write about the volunteer fire department that did the best they could to save as much of the house as possible.

At the time, we lived in East Limestone, Alabama.  East Limestone is an unincorporated community, which means there is no city fire department.

Community fire department, like the one in East Limestone, is staffed by volunteers.  The fire department also relies on donations or fund raisers to purchase all needed equipment and to train the volunteers.

The fire fighters that came to our house that day, had jobs and family responsibilities.   They had busy schedules just like everyone else.  However, they willing gave of their time and risked their lives to help us.

This year I want to say thank you to all the volunteer fire fighters that work diligently to save lives and protect their communities.

Time Poetry

Time
Time is fleeting
A memory leaving
You are left wondering
Where was it going
Time flies fast
Moments never last
Memories like a cast
In the mind a blast
Until the cast brakes
The memories are fake
Time never comes back
Time there is a lack
Your time has finished
Memories are destroyed
Life is complicated
New life, new memories replicated
It is the circle of things
For one the death toll rings
For another life springs
It’s a mystery what time brings

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