Some time around 10 p.m. last night I smelled wood burning. Not unusual around here, It's Summer and people have bonfires in their backyards. Then I heard a firetruck sirens and it was pretty close. This wasn't a bonfire. It was a house on fire and it was right around the corner on the main drag, Route 9. I got an email from Chris and Lise of the local citizen news site, iBrattleboro, asking if I was okay, that the fire was 3 alarms and evacuations were planned but we couldn't find out exactly what was burning.
At 11:15 our power went out. The flashing lights were visible through the trees just to the south of us. The smell was acrid and I could barely make out the smoke against the overcast sky. Traffic was diverted off Route 9 through the Shire where drivers promptly got lost. I called Lise (thank gods for good old-fashioned corded phones) to report what I knew and from info said over their scanner we figured out whose house it was and that nobody was hurt. The homeowners had been flooded out last year and now this. But at least everyone- animals included- were out of the house.
Neighbors were coming out onto the street with flashlights, standing around speculating and redirecting the drivers out of our deadend and back through to where they could rejoin Route 9.
With no power and no live local radio to tune in I took my flashlight and went to bed to read. There was too much going on to sleep; trucks and cars and people on foot were going past my window out back. At 2:15 the power came back on. Sometime around 3 I finally fell asleep.
This morning the reports say it was the Diamondstones' home. What a terrible loss after all they went through last year with Irene's flooding.
And boyo, our Fire Dept. has been kept busy this last year and some.
The best that can be said is that nobody's hurt. Physically, anyway.
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