Friday, January 16, 2009

Firebug

"Ahh. it's not going to go anywhere."
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5 comments:

Deanna said...

Sherman's March to the Sea?

January 16, 2009 at 8:04 PM
Kendell said...

Reminds me of Dad and Grandpa Strong cleaning ditchs. But I didn't want Grandpa to catch on fire......

January 17, 2009 at 10:03 AM
Natalie Strong said...

Reminds me of Box Elder bugs

January 17, 2009 at 11:49 AM
Gordon said...

I'm with Kendell on this one. There were many times while cleaning ditches that the fire would look like it was out of control. Dad or Grandpa would say áhh, it's not going anywhere", but once in a while we'd end up with smoldering cedar posts and black fields.

January 17, 2009 at 8:19 PM
Dean Strong said...

Two Stories:

Dad wanted Glen and I to help him clean the North Field ditch one spring Saturday morning. For some reason we had to meet him after he had already started. Him and his crew set some fires in front of our house and away they went. The pasture caught on fire and somebody called the fire department. Glen and I then went up the ditch to find Dad. All the way we were making jokes about following Sherman through Georgia. We came around a bend and there was Dad, Walt Higley, and Robey Forbes, wearing a tie of course, leaning on their shovels watching an old abandoned car engulfed in flames. It's not going anywhere.

Another time we were cleaning the ditches in the orchard by the old house. Dad set some fires, the only problem was that Uncle O'Dell was fixing the merry tiller by the garden. Soon he was surrounded by the fire, but he kept working until his pant leg caught on fire. At first he slowly tried to put it out, then he felt the pain and quickly put it out. It was the only time I ever saw Uncle O'Dell move quickly. He suffered some burns and I felt bad, but I must admit, I had to go behind the shed and laugh.

January 21, 2009 at 11:02 AM

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