Mother's Day had been pretty relaxing . . . Jeremie was able to come home right after church . . . we are cooking a turkey for dinning . . . the weather is a nice 70*. . . we were able to go for a walk. However, during our walk, as Tadd was showing us his friend Ella's house, five fire trucks, two ambulances, and a couple of police cars raced past us and turned down our street. At the site of the first fire truck and ambulance, Jeremie's first thoughts were "Uh oh. .. one of our neighbors had a heart attack." Sarah's thoughts, "Uh oh . . . Do you think OUR house is on fire?"
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Anyway, all of the commotion related to a house down the street from us. From the story I heard, the fire started when the owner (Jay) was soldering a copper pipe in the wall. The back wall in the kitchen caught on fire with the fire traveling up the interior of the wall and filling the home with smoke. No one was injured, but the damage to the home is pretty bad. The firemen had to cut through the back of the house to make sure the fire wasn't smoldering within.
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We feel terrible for Jay. He has been renovating his house over the last few years completely refinishing the exterior with fiber-cement siding and the interior with new flooring and a new kitchen--just completing the last details of the kitchen last week. Luck has not been in his favor with his house. A couple of years ago, someone out of malice had turned on a water hose in his basement window while he was out of town. After the damage was fixed, the ice maker in the fridge broke while he was out of town, again flooding the basement. Not to mention, he had lost his job in this down economy. The photos below show our kids smiling, but everyone in the neighborhood feels bad for Jay.
