My mother, the girls and I had discovered a new material for making those wispy little cloud-like things for Christmas decorations. Fee lit a small sample using his lighter, and demonstrated to us the folly of our design (whatever we used was very flammable.)
Non-Fireman
Jeffrey was 4 or 5 years old. A small fire started in the garbage room/closet of 12 Pell St. (it was underneath the stairs on the first floor.) I remember waiting for Fee to do something, and finally I just grabbed Jeffrey, and went downstairs and out into the street. Everyone was fine, and the real fireman arrived shortly afterward.
So, I got to be a fireman. ;)
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