The Fire

When I was small and stayed with my grandmother there
were many things I remember. At this particular time
my brother and I were playing under the dining table,
as usual, when the three of us were alone. My grandmother was cooking dinner (the midday meal on a farm)when all of a sudden sparks started falling from
the roof. The roof was made of wooden shingles, and sparks from the chimney had fallen on the roof and caught it on fire. My grandmother shooed us outside
and made us sit under a tree. She grabbed a bucket of water and started up a ladder leaning against the house. When she would get about half way up the ladder would shake and she would scream and come down. But she kept trying with the same result. By now the
shingles had started flaming some. Then my cousin and
her husband came running up. He had been plowing down
in the field below the house and heard her scream. He
grabbed the bucket of water and climbed the ladder and put out the fire. When my grandad came home he put a tarp over the burned place and started cutting
shingles. He had the roof repaired in a few days.  Later he put a tin roof on the house. I have never forgotten that incident. Even tho many years have passed it is still very clear in my mind. Once when I
was....

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