Memories came flooding back. I was 13. We lived at 503 W. Head St. in Jefferson IA and it was Christmas night 1957. A fire started and I woke up and screamed at my mother. She ran down the stairs. I dropped out of a second story window. We awakened my grandmother and two sisters who were in the other side of the duplex house not knowing that my 10 year old brother had returned to his bed on our side. He perished in the fire.
I read this news headline and story and remembered all the above as if it happened yesterday.
http://www.desmoinesregister.com/article/20111206/NEWS/111206001/1001/?source=nletter-news
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That is a very sad story. Memories can be very powerful.
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