My childhood home is no more.
Yesterday morning my dad and Carol heard noises coming from an upstairs bedroom. Upon investigating they discovered that there were flames coming from the wall near the chimney. They called the fire department and tried a fire extinguisher. The volunteer fire department arrived and was able to get the fire out after it had severely damaged two upstairs bedrooms and did considerable smoke and water damage to the rooms below. Everyone got out safely, thankfully.
Fortunately my dad has a trailer on the same property that he rents out which is currently vacant, so they have somewhere to stay while they cleanup.
Unfortunately the story doesn't end there. This morning they awoke to find that there was another fire (there must have been something smoldering in the wall) and by the time they got to it there was nothing to be done.
This house has a lot of history and memories and it is sad to think that it will no longer be there when I go to visit. The home was built in the 1920's on the farm that my grandfather purchased in the 1950's.
I am just grateful that everyone is safe.
The house two years ago