I was talking with a woman at my niece's shower last weekend. Somewhere in there, I'd mentioned my hometown, and she said she had a coworker from there.
"She's got a huge family and goes down there every now and then to check on her 90-year-old father, who lives on his own".
I told her I probably knew SOMEONE in the family. It's a small town with huge families. Her 90-year-old father living on his own is also pretty common.
My parents live in the same house they've lived in since I was about two years old. It's too big, too old, and has too many creaky stairs and tight corners for them, to state my opinion. But they have no intention of moving, and I've long ago given up on offering daughterly advice. It's just the way things are done down there. The exception is, my parents don't have the huge extended family. It's just my two brothers and me and our little extensions. None of us live there.
So when the hometown mountain caught on fire, I was sad for "our mountain, our landmark!", but mostly pensive about Mom and Dad. What if there were evacuations? What if the air gets really smoky? Having had my fair share of fallout from nearby wildfires, I really didn't want them to have to go through any of that.
I talked to my parents who felt little concern about the whole thing, and I didn't want to stir up any panic. But in the back of my mind I was thinking, where would I take them in case of evacuation? Make sure we get all of Mom's meds. What else??
Yesterday, I watched for updates on the fire, dubbed "The Pipeline Fire" since it was close to a natural gas line (oh greeeeaaaaaat...). Then some dark clouds moved in, and we were absolutely deluged with rain. Typical summer afternoon storm of dumping buckets for about 10 minutes followed by clear skies and sun. Major flooding of thick black mud here from the burn scar, but that's another story. The main thing I wondered, did hometown get any of this?
A facebuuk friend who was feeding updates to us nonresidents supplied this series of photos.
She told of how a rainstorm moved in, and how the heaviest of it was parked right on top of Fisher's Peak. What a beautiful sight!
I've learned enough to know that the fire is not "out". They can lay down and smolder only to reignite later when the perfect breeze comes by. Firefighting crews are still working round the clock. But still, that rain...
Most of the families in town are long time Catholics, and I know there was much Rosary rubbin' going on. I also heard about a lot of them washing their windows. Seems to be a pretty good combination.
For Mama Kat's weekly writing prompt:
"Your favorite summer view so far"