Day 111
Lighting the bluffs
on fire---Dad’s :pyromania”!
Ah! Yeah! Baby! There just isn’t anything
comforting as a nice “fire”! Amen!
I have always enjoyed a flaming
conflagration---warms the body…and, the soul!
Fond memories of my Grandma when I was very
young, four or five, come flooding in when I smell the acrid smoke of burning
leaves. Always eager to help and be round the adults since early on, I helped
Grandma rake fall leaves which she piled and set afire. Ah! Nirvana!
I never lost the nostalgic-sense of fire and
like a well-fueled flame---it grew!
We often spent freezing winter nights at my
grandparent’s farm ice skating on the frozen winter-pond under a black velvet
blanket strewn with blue-diamond piercing stars. Dad and I would trek on down
to the “loafing” shed where the scrap wood for butchering was stored in the
dry, fetch some boards, drag them to the edge of the ice-pond and build a
comforting bon fire for the skaters to warm their feet around. “Sweet
memories!” Indeed!
Well! That penchant for flickering flames
never abandoned me---I love a good fire!
We bought a farm which needed some “clean-up”.
I delighted in piling the debris in a huge pile and---with a simple match…conflagration-time! Voila! In my
element.
One fine day, I decided to clear the boundary
line where brush had grown in the fence and was an eye sore. So, I set ’er on
fire! The bluff burned for three and a half weeks as the local volunteer fire
department could not get to the remote area. At night, we would drive down to
the Mississippi River levee and watch the progress of my “little” bon fire
adventure. Awesome!
And, firemen are really nice guys with a
fantastic sense-of-humor. Never got a citation!
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