Ok, Mark, you’ll have to fill in the holes in this story.
The dishwasher was the kind that rolled around on wheels and hooked up to the kitchen sink. I don’t know where we kept it when we weren’t using it, and I really don’t have many strong memories of it at all…..except when it caught on fire.
I don’t know if it was an actual fire or just smoke, but all I know is that Mom came in and woke me – and all of us – up and said we had to get outside quick. I remember somebody putting the afghan blanket from the sofa around me, and then we were all standing out on the front sidewalk, barefoot. I believe the fire truck came, because I have a vague memory of that. No actual damage happened to the house – it was just the dishwasher.
My only strong memory of the whole event was thinking about the afghan. How could I be warm if it was full of so many holes?
Family, shore this story up.