Yesterday around 2:30 in the afternoon I looked outside my window while on my computer. It looked like fog but it wasn't. I ran outside and there was fire coming from the roof of the big studio building! I called 911 and then unlocked and opened the door and was literally knocked back by thick brown smoke that engulfed me. I tried going in to rescue some art and or tools and I couldn't it was already too late.
Who knew that we don't have a single fire hydrant on my entire road, the length of which is about 4 miles. We had to have 5 firetrucks all linking their largest hoses together just to get the water here and by the time they did things were engulfed.
The beloved studio Before:
Pretty soon we had 6 Firetrucks here!
We weren't supposed to be in but we did...(and got asked to leave)
And to me this is the most touching photo of all...my dearest friend Peter whose family had built and been creating in this studio space since 1930 as we watched it burn before the trucks came.
After all was said and done and the last hosed rolled up and the ladders down and the axes put away, and I was thanking the soaking wet freezing firemen another alarm went off and they were off to help someone else...ALL of them VOLUNTEERS. God bless the firemen.
We will be rebuilding.
Thank goodness no one was hurt. We are extraordinarily blessed.