![]() ![]() Total strangers, each in her own way commiserated with grandma. Who had done all they could to save my grandma's belongings, Grandpa had been fetched from the foundry. The far off sound of the approaching fire brigade. Unhitched and loosely tethered to graze and eventually they heard No one was goingĪnywhere more important than that. It was the dignity of a communal disaster. New treadle sewing machine and her new tailored suit wereĪmong the traumatic losses they all did what they could. Out grandma's organ and her cherry sitting room furniture.Īlthough the upstairs burned through the roof and my mother's ![]() Their business attires, their waistcoats and themselves, to carry Three members of a Baptist choir endangered their whiskers, Got off and ran up the hill to help, even though there was no easy water. House was on fire, the passing trolley stopped and everyone It's a man on the center line lying on his back Īnd yet, in Roanoke, Virginia, in 1907, when grandma's Ongoing traffic move around something in the road. Privy to this endless street along the tracks, I watch ![]() ![]() Also the displayįor Temple Chemicals, a wire fence, some rubble and bare ground. Here's Moody Furniture and the town of Moody. Stone from In the Next Galaxy (Copper Canyon Press). ![]()
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