The Changelog

I never thought I'd be writing a post like this today.

As Terah mentioned already, there was a fire out at our farm today. We lost both barns and the chicken house. Several acres of mostly grass burned in all.

It's hard to see those buildings gone. There was so much history and so many memories in them. And that loss isn't just ours; so many people have fond memories from out there.

Before I go on, I've posted a few very preliminary photos. I haven't even downloaded all of them from the camera yet. Here's how our yard looks:



We're sad about this, but there's a lot to be thankful for. There are so many ways that this could have been worse. If the firefighters had been a few minutes later to the scene, we probably would have lost the only remaining buildings -- house, wash house, and elevator -- as well. The fire was starting to burn a hedge row from two sides. It got within a few feet of the house.

Somebody driving through the country noticed the fire and called it in. That in itself is fortunate, because people don't just drive through this part of the country all that often.

We're very fortunate to have such a wonderful and loving family. The people from the Goessel Volunteer Fire Department spent 7 hours of their evening out there, part of it in 100-degree heat. (The Walton Fire Dept. also responded -- I don't know how long they were there). Even our insurance agent (one of the barns was insured) came out -- and he didn't have to.

We hope that we'll get enough insurance money to let us rebuild something in the same style as the original barn.

And, most importantly, nobody got hurt.

But somehow, despite all these things, it still feels like we lost a little bit of Grandpa today.