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Dubs, my brother had same thing happen to him in Worthington. Thank the Lord, his dog woke the family up, and they all got out, pretty much with nothing. I walked the site with them later on, and teared up when saw some of the items, simply melted onto shelves, etc. Yeah, can believe how traumatic it must have been. The dog ate steak for a long time.....
We had cedar siding that pops when it burns. My 4 year old brother woke up thinking we were making popcorn and saw it. He started crying which woke up my mother, she woke up my dad, got my brother and sister and came to my room which was in the back of the house and we crawled out the window. It was a curious situation. When we moved there there was a large empty meadow behind our house. A developer built a house right on the other side of the fence and didn't notice we had a pig pen there until people started looking at it. He asked us to move the pen, my dad said no/ A few weeks later the sow died, an autopsy said it swallowed a fox tail with caused an ulcer in it's stomach and it perforated. Problem was in was the winter, there were no foxtails in the pen, in our pasture... My father pursued it with the DA thinking it was poisoned. Not long afterward is when the house caught on fore. The outside siding was definitely on fire and my brother said the curtains were on fire too but the fire investigators said it started inside the house from a burning cigarette ember that blew onto a stuffed chair. My parents watched the Ten Commandments that night and went to bed at 11:30 PM. The fire happened at 2AM. That's what happens when you move to a small town and all the powerful people belong to the same country club.

As far as losses go, material wise, my dad lost his entire record collection that he had started as a kid in the late 1950's, he bought almost every 45 and had tons of 33's and my sister lost her favorite stuffed animal, a chicken named Bocky. I remember that night we stayed in a Motel 6 and had dinner at Skippers then watched That's Incredible! on TV. For the longest time I couldn't watch that show or eat at Skippers, which was actually a good thing.
 
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