Note: Before I continue my pictorial journey through the fire zone with Jan, Jim arrived yesterday at my house. We hadn’t seen each other in over a year. As Jan and I headed for Glencoe, work crews were clearing dead trees too close to the road.
It was upsetting. It reminded me so much of what we kids faced when our school bus driver let us off at the burned remains of our house in Michigan in the spring of 1948. We didn’t know if our parents and younger brothers were alive or dead.
How do you move on when all your neighbors are in the same bad way; still in shock, struggling to come to terms with the sudden loss of everything they built, that sheltered them and provided everyday comforts of life?
At my son’s place, I climbed the fence and walked the hill. He ran out of money when the economy collapsed and was unable to complete his house. The workshop was intact, but a neighbor stopped me and told me he had been burglarized along with his closest neighbor on the same driveway. He is meeting with his insurance rep today.
|2015-10-14-A day of Diversion|
To view all the pictures I too of the fire, click on the link above.