The temperature dipped into the 30's F a couple of weeks ago. When we got home from the post office, Kjell went to the kitchen to make a couple of omelets for lunch while I started a fire in the fireplace.
I took the dogs outside in the back yard and they suddenly went to the gate barking wildly. I walked over to the gate to be greeted by Cincinnati Firefighters in full gear, axes in hand. A lovely lady firefighter asked, "Is everything OK?"
"Yes," I replied, with a look of wonder on my face. Then I was asked if we had a fire in the fireplace and I said we did. Another firefighter smiled and said, "That's fine. That's where fire belongs."
The firefighters explained someone must have seen the smoke from our chimney and called 911.
I love our Cincinnati firefighters. They were so very kind.
I just can't get my head around someone seeing smoke coming from a chimney on a cold day and calling the fire department. We live across the street from a university so have an ever-changing group of people passing by. Catherine is convinced many of them have no clue that there are fireplaces in many old homes and that they are used on cold days.
I think Catherine just may have a point....
All the best,
Lois
1 comment:
It was nice of the fire dept to respond, but you would think people would know a chimney produces smoke when a fire is lit in the fireplace. My husband was a firefighter for 27 years in NJ. and they are very responsive and helpful individuals.
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