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“It was a strange experience to stand there looking down on our home burning. Looking into the burning attic it was especially sad for my father to realize that flames were consuming the treasures from his childhood home he had brought with him after his mother’s funeral a few months earlier…

Water was being poured over everything. I could see Pappas’s desk had been brought outside. I had been hiding my diary behind it. Now one of the firemen was leafing through it, smiling. They were also enjoying the case of oranges we had stored in the basement. Fresh fruit was a rarity still.”