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Christmas Lights

12/29/2015

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At 6 PM on Christmas Eve, the local bakery caught fire. It was the blinking red lights that caught my attention first. Some kind of Christmas celebration? Then the howl of truck after truck as it joined the fray. I've never seen so many fire trucks in one place before. From my back porch I could see the flames coming out the west side of the building.

The last customer was gone by the time the fire started, the place closed up for the rest of the holiday. No one was in the building.  It took only a few minutes for someone to call 911. We live within easy walking distance of two fire stations, so by 6:15 everything was in full swing.

My daughter and I dashed out our back door, across the parking lot of the heating and cooling business, and into the mob of Elsmerites (Elsmerians?) lining the south side of the highway. The road was closed in both directions. I'd be willing to bet that most of the motorists trying to make their way east or west had no idea how to get around the obstruction.

By the time we had joined the crowd, flames were leaping out of the roof of the building. The man in the red shirt talking to the fire marshal had to be one of the owners. Firemen were throwing flaming loaves of bread out the back door.

The parking lot had been full all day, with patrons spilling out onto the highway, and other nearby parking lots. Many is the time I cursed them when the traffic of a Sunday morning or holiday eve made travel from my home to work difficult. I think I will miss the nuisance.

I walk my dog early in the morning, and I often am passing the parking lot as the baker arrives at 4 AM with a cheerful wave, and "Time to make the cookies."
Of course I speculate on the cause. The fire started immediately after closing, in the kitchen area. I have to believe it was carelessness in shutting down after a 12 hour day. There is no word from the fire marshal yet.

Now what is the baker, who will no longer be showing up at 4 am to make the cookies, or the sales staff who suddenly, on Christmas Eve, find themselves with no workplace, going to do? The bakery had survived turmoil for years, and I expect it to survive this.  The owner said they will reopen on the same spot, but they don't yet know how extensive the damage is.

For the time being there are no Christmas lights across the highway from us, only a boarded up building.


4 Comments
Kathleen Barrett
12/29/2015 08:21:22 am

Fire is so horrifying, even when no one is hurt.

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Kaye George
12/29/2015 01:53:15 pm

Yes, the wrong kind of Christmas red lights! What did it smell like? Could you smell the burning bread and cookies through the building burning up?

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Ellen Byron link
12/29/2015 02:01:24 pm

That's so sad! Breaks my heart to see hardworking people face such a terrible situation.

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E. B. Davis link
12/29/2015 03:33:24 pm

That's so sad, KB. I hope the baker had good insurance. There are fire restoration experts that work exclusively for insurance companies. They do a good job, but they aren't particularly fast. At least the big holiday season has passed. He will probably miss Easter, but he'll be up and running by the wedding season--if he's well insured!

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