One Family’s Disaster Story
…from serving to being served…
It was a beautiful Summer day, low 80’s, dry, sunny and a nice breeze was blowing from the west. The fourth of July fell on a Saturday in 2009 and this was Friday, the beginning of a long weekend and hopefully a great summer for our family. We own a nice little cape in a small city in Massachusetts, with four small bedrooms, two bathrooms and a detached two car garage (with a breezeway roof connection). The house is a blessing and we love the quiet neighborhood and the neighbors are great. We planned a cookout with friends that day and were glad the weather was going to be perfect, after a very rainy week. The food was good, the weather was perfect and we were having a great time – when disaster stuck.
I was at the kitchen sink, cleaning up after our cookout at about 3pm, when my 16 year old daughter ran in the house panicked – “Dad the garage is on fire”. I immediately thought, sure Kristen, don’t over-react, I’m sure it’s something small. I did rush out the back door though and was greeted by 4’ flames running up the rear shelf, inside our garage. I was horrified. Both of our cars, were literally inches away from the fire and thick, black smoke had already filled the ceiling and attic of the garage. I remember the acrid smell and sound of crackling, burning wood so clearly, even now.
I immediately shouted to my wife for car keys, as she was coming out of the back door. She panicked and brought me a small fire extinguisher. I said No, we need to move the cars, the fire’s too big. She dropped the fire extinguisher in shock, as she saw the flames behind me. Seconds seem like hours when you are waiting during a crisis. The fire was roaring now and I remembered the 3 camping propane tanks on the shelves that could explode at any time. We both jumped in the cars, started them up and backed out of the garage. Except I could only go so far before our friend’s cars were in my way – thankfully, Cindy got away cleanly. They scrambled to find their keys and by the time I finally backed out, the front end was melted and smoldering. Lumps of melted plastic had dripped onto the hood and even my ankle was hit and burning. I never felt it though, I was too focused on getting the cars out in time, without blowing up.
I parked the car around the corner, to give the firefighters room to park and then thought, I hope somebody called the Fire Department. Thankfully, both our teen daughters called and I could hear the sirens as I walked back to the front of the house.
The garage was fully engulfed by this time, with the popping sound of propane tanks and aerosols exploding. I considered grabbing the hose and spraying down the house, but I was sure the firefighters would yell at me for getting in the way. By now, the neighbors were all over the place just staring in dis-belief. Cindy and I were in a dream-like state and everything was happening in slow motion. The girls were crying, our friends looked bewildered and shocked. People asked if we were okay and I was like huh?, yeah, I guess. I think so. My lungs were burning and my ankle hurt for the first time, as I realized I had a big second degree burn blister on the front of my ankle. We were all okay though and we wandered around aimlessly.
The second feeling I had was guilt. I had let my family down. Whatever caused the fire (I presumed it was my stereo, since it was running all day) was my responsibility. The garage especially was my domain and I had somehow been stupid enough to allow a blazing fire to erupt and it had to be neglect of some kind. Our neighbors were great, especially the Deneens across the street. Tom is a firefighter himself and helped me work through the feelings of helplessness, guilt and the unknown. In a matter of 10 minutes, our lives were turned upside down, with the thought of possibly losing our home completely.
Thankfully, the firefighters knocked down the flames quickly and saved the house. It took many hours to knock out the smoldering wood though. The heat had been intense. So hot was the fire that the grass around the garage had burned, a large pine tree had been singed and even our neighbor’s siding, 50 feet away was melted. Days later, the official cause was undetermined, but the probable culprit was an outlet that had overheated, since the flames started there. I had both the stereo and a battery charger plugged in and the firefighters suggested we should use plug strips, with surge protection shutoff in the future. The firefighters had to shut off the power to the house in case another outlet, or electrical feeds were compromised in the fire.
Since it was a long holiday weekend, they offered to call the American Red Cross to help us. The Red Cross truck arrived later that afternoon and they gave us comfort kits (basic hygiene bags with a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, comb, deodorant, etc) and offered to find a hotel for us to stay in. They were great, they even called the local hotel and set us up for three free nights. The house was dark and smelled like plastic smoke when we went in and grabbed our clothes. The garage was now a black mass of burned wood, but the house was okay. I was still in a daze when we drove to the hotel, Cindy and I couldn’t sleep, but we were safe and having a clean and quiet place to go, was all we needed those nights. Thank you Red Cross, for being there on a holiday weekend and offering our family shelter, after our disaster.
Today, the Herrmann family has re-built the garage and replaced many of the items lost, like camping gear. The car is fixed and there are smoke detectors, fire extinguishers and plug strips throughout the new garage. They are thankful for the Marlborough Fire Department, their awesome neighbors, homeowners Insurance, good Contractors and The American Red Cross. Most especially God, for saving them from a fire that could have easily happened at night.
You may think that disasters don’t happen in your area. You may have never experienced a flood, ice storm, hurricane, tornado, or earthquake, like me. I was skeptical of the need to prepare for disaster, but it can happen to you, or your neighbor. Please sign up for free Red Cross disaster training and learn the basics of disaster preparedness. You and your neighbors need to know how to handle it and prepare for it, before it happens.
Thank you,
Bob Herrmann
HOPE worldwide volunteer


Mercer County Chapter volunteer Cayla Hellwarth and was recently crowned the 2009 Miss Lake Festival, Celina, Ohio, and will be a contestant at the Miss Ohio contest for 2010.