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I did notice it. My sister and I had gone to bed - we shared a room then - and I heard a noise from the attic. I think I thought it sounded like water on the roor. I certainly wasn't thinking fire but I peered under the door rather than opening it. I don't recall being afraid. I remember thinking Fire! I've got to tell Mom. I ran downstairs to tell her and my sister followed. She says I hadn't said anything to her, that she was just wondering what was going on. I don't recall if I said anything or not, but it's a good thing she did follow because Mom would have freaked if she were still upstairs. Mom sent us to the neighbor's house. I rememeber a bunch of fire trucks (well in my memory it was a lot of them; there probably weren't that many there) and the police were there. A number of cops showed up because my Mom worked for the police department. Most of the burning was in the attic, but I do remember a big hole in the living room ceiling (the living room was below the attic). My Mom tried to take that as an opportunity to throw out our old toys but my sister and I rescued them from the garbage.

I don't recall how long we were in the trailer. It seems like it was there for just like a day or something but I know that's not true. Bees started nesting in the trailer around the time the house was finished, I do recall that.

The fire department didn't find anything to cause the fire. They told Mom that my sister and her friend must have been playing with matches up there. Mom believed them but my aunt Alice, who was living with us at the time, didn't. She said that Jackie would have looked guilty if that had been the case.