THE HINKLEY FIRE
This Interesting piece is from the stories from the Hinkley fire survivors book On Sunday, September,1,1894, we were surrounded by a haze of smoke, but we were so used to it that we thought nothing of it. The trains, having no spark arresters, had started fires along the railroad tracks, and it was a common sight to see small fires along the tracks, and smoldering in the stumps and brush. But on this particular day, the wind began to rise and as the flames increased, and the smoke became more dense, people became alarmed. School was going to start the following Monday, and my brother who had been working during vacation in Lind strom's confectionary and ice cream store, came home at noon. He reported that the men at the store had said: If this wind does not go down, the town will be gone before night. So my mother took all valuable papers and out them on he person, as my father was at work in the mill. Shortly after noon it began to look hopeless, my mother took my broth