This one didn’t happen to me. It was my Dad’s experience. It was the early 80’s when the electric company’s service wasn’t so good that ever so often, the city would experience blackouts mostly lasting through the night. It was one of those familiar days. All 7 of us would spend the evening seated together around the table playing scrabble by candle light, munching on fritters that my mom used to make served in papers rolled up like ice cream cones.
That specific evening, my sister and I didn’t want to wrap up the night yet. We chatted through nightfall until we fell asleep. I used to share a room with her on the second floor. My parents’ bedroom was on the first floor. My siblings stayed in the other 2 rooms upstairs.
By 2 am, we were sound asleep when there was a scuffle in our room. I was shocked to see my Dad fighting fire with a smoking blanket in hand. Suddenly I remembered, we left our candle burning! The candle was sitting on a round stool that was beside the bed near my sister’s pillow. The stool was on fire! The stool caught fire easily since it was wooden. My Dad came to our rescue just in time before the flame spread.
My dad sleeps like a log to such extent that his heavy snoring, heard upstairs doesn’t wake him up a bit. He said a voice woke him up and told him to check our room.
To this day that wooden stool with its burned top is a reminder of that incredible night.
That specific evening, my sister and I didn’t want to wrap up the night yet. We chatted through nightfall until we fell asleep. I used to share a room with her on the second floor. My parents’ bedroom was on the first floor. My siblings stayed in the other 2 rooms upstairs.
By 2 am, we were sound asleep when there was a scuffle in our room. I was shocked to see my Dad fighting fire with a smoking blanket in hand. Suddenly I remembered, we left our candle burning! The candle was sitting on a round stool that was beside the bed near my sister’s pillow. The stool was on fire! The stool caught fire easily since it was wooden. My Dad came to our rescue just in time before the flame spread.
My dad sleeps like a log to such extent that his heavy snoring, heard upstairs doesn’t wake him up a bit. He said a voice woke him up and told him to check our room.
To this day that wooden stool with its burned top is a reminder of that incredible night.
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