We finally sent my mom over to her best friend’s house. The girls went with her too. Belen is earth mother. She took over taking care of the three of them. She cooked them breakfast and made sure that they were fed. Then she put the girls to work, she sent them with food for Loren because as she put it “I know teenage boys and they are always hungry.”
A neighbor from down the street brought breakfast for at least six people from McDonalds with coffee and orange juice. The kindness of strangers, neighbors and friends 2D and 3D. This is going to be a trend. We ate as we could, after Scotty was able to go in the house to get keys he was able to move my van out of the drive way. My poor melted van. Thankfully we have good car insurance and it was in the shop the same day and we were in a rental car.
The Red Cross had also been there to help. Wonderfully nice ladies. They gave me a Beanie Baby and I got tears in my eyes. They also gave each of the girls one. They arranged for the 6 of us and the 2 dogs to stay the night at Motel 6. We had two rooms. In the room Scotty, Loren and I were to be in had the two dog crates and two bicycles. Sadly those and Scotty’s other bikes were total losses. Just more loss to face.
What amazed me was while the fire was still burning the “vultures” started showing up. By that I mean the contractors, the people that facilitate everything for you for just 20% of the insurance money that is. The longer this all went on the angrier I became. I felt that they were awful, that to try and get us to do business with them before the fire was even out.
Watching the firefighters push out my 1965 Mustang nearly broke my heart. Loren wanted to restore it with his dad, he was convinced I would give it him. Who knows? Maybe I would have, but that is no longer a point. It would cost too much to restore it. I remember being there the day my dad signed the final papers and we drove it off of the Ford lot all those many years ago. Some of my fondest memories are in that car. My mom, dad, sister and I would pile into “Shasta”. Then the adventure would begin. Maybe we would go on the back roads around Vacaville or out to Grizzly Island or head to the Delta to visit those roads. The windows open and the radio blaring. Good bye “Shasta”.