Having had one of the most gut-wrenching days of our lives yesterday, we decided to go to the St Louis temple today, and we spent a quiet time there. When most of the devotees had left, the temple was deserted; I sang a few songs, and the priest blessed me as being “golden-voiced”, which I took with none of my usual gladness…the singing comforted DnA a lot, and we drove home fairly peacefully.
But we had more excitement…incredibly, the kind of gut-wrenching sights that one cannot believe is happening…. in store…as we drove home, we found a pall of smoke in the cold (very cold…minus 10 deg C) sky, and D remarked that it was rather close to our neighbourhood…and lo and behold, it WAS our street…the house one away from ours on the opposite side of the street was burning fiercely, and there were three fire engines hosing it down. By the time we were allowed to come into the street and into our home, the house was almost just a shell.
These pictures are with the permission of the fire dept and the police, and the owner of the house has said that he would also like some of them for his insurance claims.
Here’s the scene as we entered:
and here’s the devastated front of the house, with high-pressure water playing over it:
How ironic that just a few posts ago, I had a picture of a fire engine coming out of the fire station…little did I know that I was going to watch so many of them in action, across our street….