Family friends who lived close by our farm ran a Bee Factory and every now and then we'd have a swarm of bees around our house to our great enjoyment - and a little fear! We'd phone and up would come Alec to collect the bees to our fascination and delight! BUT, this particular very dark night, we began to hear whooshes and cracks, and quickly ran outside to find the Bee Factory was giving the best fireworks display we'd ever see the rest of our lives. As well as the burning of the wooden hives, the main building, and the bees, the whole district was bathed in an aroma of sweet burning honey. We hoped the bees would come swarming up to us and be saved, but that was not to be. It was many hours before the fire brigade from town was able to finally extinguish the self igniting blaze.
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.