Tuesday, March 07, 2006
March 7, 1965
We had a grass fire today. Our incinerator fell over and set fire to the field next to us. Dad yelled to me to call the fire department. I did and with a minute a volunteer fireman was here. The 3 of us had it almost out when the 2 fire trucks and 31 firemen came. We put it out with brooms. Wotta day!
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Yes, children, we had an incinerator in our back yard -- large metal barrel standing in its end and designed to burn trash and leaves. The wet garbage from the kitchen, and anything not flammable, went into the trash can to be picked up and taken to the dump. Everything else was burned, every few days or perhaps once a week. It was evidently dry, despite all the snow earlier that winter, so when the incinerator tipped over the grass caught on fire, spreading into the pasture next door.
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