Elaine Baxter: What Else Can Happen?

By Guest Contributor December 7, 2014 02:35

Another FANtastic Tale of Adventure

By Elaine Baxter

I heard myself yelling “Oh Lord, what else can happen?” I was kneeling over my mom, who was lying on the floor. She apparently had fainted at the news of my daughter.

Earlier in the day I found my daughter all cramped up with stomach pain. I called our doctor who strongly suggested I bring her to the hospital ASAP. He said it sounded like intersuption causing the severe spasm-like pain, and it could mean immediate surgery.

Evidently all the excitement was too much for my mom. (We had just buried my dad the week before). We called 911. Typical of the day, a fire truck pulled up with an explanation that all the ambulances were out. After checking my mom out, they felt that she should go to the hospital. They put her in the cab of the fire truck and away they went.

Now to get back to what I was doing … Oh yeah! My daughter. As calmly as I could, I picked up my daughter and headed for the door.

Just then our furnace man was coming up the driveway. He said he had an appointment to check out the system. Because of all the excitement I had completely forgotten it. I told him why, what and where I was going and to just go in, do what he had to do and lock up.

“WOW! What was that?” my daughter said. With that we saw the man running out of the basement screaming, “Your house is on fire, your house is on fire! What should we do?”

The smoke was filling the room, my daughter was crying with the pain and my feet were going in two different directions. I heard myself call back, “Oh God, I don’t know…call 911… run, I have to go.”

As I drove away (and I did), the smoke was coming out of the chimney. It was later that night that I found out that a few firemen arrived…yes, in an ambulance…and did what they could until a fire truck came. As it turned out it was all smoke damage and the cost of a new furnace. But no lives lost.

The aftermath of all of this was…yes, my daughter was fine, had no surgery but spent a few days in the hospital.

But my poor husband. When he rushed to see his daughter at the hospital, she wasn’t there. Because he couldn’t get me, he called my sister to find out where we were. She explained what happened and suggested he go to the other hospital. They just might be there.

He replied, “@#%$!, I’m going home until someone can tell me where my daughter is.”

My sister said, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that, John. Your house was on fire when your family left earlier.”


Author Elaine Baxter lives in Sonora, California. “This is an incident that happened in February 1961,” she notes. “It is funny now in the telling but was not at the time.”


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