Yesterday afternoon (Tuesday the 26th), I went out to a local sports bar. I had been there about an hour, when my next-door neighbours walked in. They spotted me, and asked if I knew about the fire at the end of the street. I didn’t, and wondered how safe our houses were. They assured me that we were both fine, the fire department was there, and we’re far enough down the street (at least a dozen houses between ours and the site of the fire) that the fire department should have things under control with little danger to houses farther down the street, like ours.
Reassured, I went back to my beer and the game. When I returned home a couple of hours later, the fire was out, but there were still fire trucks and hoses all over the street. Lots of flashing lights on the emergency vehicles. The gas company was there, I guess to make sure the gas lines were turned off to the affected houses. I wandered up, and spoke with a couple of firefighters who were standing there. One explained that the fire started in that house–he pointed–and the winds carried it to the next door one, and then to the next one. Firefighters were able to keep the fire from spreading to the next house in line. Neither of them knew the cause, but the fire marshal would investigate and determine that.
We did have strong winds yesterday. Not unusual in this part of Alberta, at any time of year.
The fire marshal and his team (I guess) were there until midafternoon today. When they left, I went to see the damage.
It was extensive. Pretty much all that remained of the first house was the garage; the rest was a pile of charred rubble. The roof of the second had caved in. Part of the roof of the third was gone. The first two houses were surrounded by that “quickie fencing” you can rent for around construction sites and such, the sites were that dangerous.
I spotted the neighbour who owns the house that was saved, and spoke with him. Yes, the firefighters worked hard to save his house while fighting the fire in the other two. But he felt that all three would have to be torn down. The first and second are beyond restoration; the third was so unstable that firefighters didn’t dare to go in, they just dumped water in from above through the hole in the roof that the fire had made. “So the basement is probably full of water.”
The incident made the local TV news, and all day today, we had cars slowly driving by to have a look. The news did say that another house in the neighbourhood, which has elaborate Christmas decorations (think Clark Griswold), that annually accepts donations for a charity, was going to accept donations for the displaced families going forward. Gift cards, whatever can help, they’ll take it and make sure that it gets to where it needs to go.
My neighbourhood is usually quite quiet. It sure wasn’t yesterday.