A rural tale(but true)

[Barksdale123]

When we first moved to Palm Beach County in 1978 we settled in a very rural area for down here. Dirt roads, no speed limit signs (the road condition moderated the speed, no street name signs and no stop signs. Also, no county garbage pickup service. Garbage choices were a very expensive private pick-up guy, take to the dump yourself, or burn it. Money was dear then so we decided to burn it.
One day I was standing in front of the 55-gallon drum full of my son's dirty disposable diapers. Of course, they were wet. Tried to light several times but to no avail. Then I saw the lawn mower. A little gas would get this going. Poured some gas on the diaper pile and went to light it. I had used up all the matches., so Into the house, found some more matches.
Came on lit it. Vooom a cylinder of fire came out of the drum and diapers took off some higher than out two-story Gambrel'd roof home. Now it's raining dirty flaming diapers. AS they hit the ground I would run and try to stamp them out, oh, the diapers had a plastic outside, melted it would stick to the shoe. So running around trying to put out diapers and every time I went to another one, another diaper would stick to my shoe. With many diapers stuck to my shoes, I finally got them all put out.
I had a 1/2 face sunburn, singed eyebrows, and singed hair which I had to cut to get a comb through it.
The nearby neighbor heard it, grabbed a handful of wildflowers came over and said to the wife I brought these for the kitchen table, uhh is he all right?

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[Tiger Dude]

A kid in elementary school was messing around with a 5 gallon drum and gasoline, trying to set it off , maybe with a model rocket thing? He looked in the drum to see why it didn't work. Kid was very funny looking with his eyebrows and the hair on the front half of his head gone.

 

[First Sergeant]

When we first moved to Palm Beach County in 1978 we settled in a very rural area for down here. Dirt roads, no speed limit signs (the road condition moderated the speed, no street name signs and no stop signs. Also, no county garbage pickup service. Garbage choices were a very expensive private pick-up guy, take to the dump yourself, or burn it. Money was dear then so we decided to burn it.
One day I was standing in front of the 55-gallon drum full of my son's dirty disposable diapers. Of course, they were wet. Tried to light several times but to no avail. Then I saw the lawn mower. A little gas would get this going. Poured some gas on the diaper pile and went to light it. I had used up all the matches., so Into the house, found some more matches.
Came on lit it. Vooom a cylinder of fire came out of the drum and diapers took off some higher than out two-story Gambrel'd roof home. Now it's raining dirty flaming diapers. AS they hit the ground I would run and try to stamp them out, oh, the diapers had a plastic outside, melted it would stick to the shoe. So running around trying to put out diapers and every time I went to another one, another diaper would stick to my shoe. With many diapers stuck to my shoes, I finally got them all put out.
I had a 1/2 face sunburn, singed eyebrows, and singed hair which I had to cut to get a comb through it.
The nearby neighbor heard it, grabbed a handful of wildflowers came over and said to the wife I brought these for the kitchen table, uhh is he all right?

Man, I would have paid a $50 dollar entry fee to see all that! Hahaha Good story! I'm still laughing an hour later.

 

[Timothyd]

When we first moved to Palm Beach County in 1978 we settled in a very rural area for down here. Dirt roads, no speed limit signs (the road condition moderated the speed, no street name signs and no stop signs. Also, no county garbage pickup service. Garbage choices were a very expensive private pick-up guy, take to the dump yourself, or burn it. Money was dear then so we decided to burn it.
One day I was standing in front of the 55-gallon drum full of my son's dirty disposable diapers. Of course, they were wet. Tried to light several times but to no avail. Then I saw the lawn mower. A little gas would get this going. Poured some gas on the diaper pile and went to light it. I had used up all the matches., so Into the house, found some more matches.
Came on lit it. Vooom a cylinder of fire came out of the drum and diapers took off some higher than out two-story Gambrel'd roof home. Now it's raining dirty flaming diapers. AS they hit the ground I would run and try to stamp them out, oh, the diapers had a plastic outside, melted it would stick to the shoe. So running around trying to put out diapers and every time I went to another one, another diaper would stick to my shoe. With many diapers stuck to my shoes, I finally got them all put out.
I had a 1/2 face sunburn, singed eyebrows, and singed hair which I had to cut to get a comb through it.
The nearby neighbor heard it, grabbed a handful of wildflowers came over and said to the wife I brought these for the kitchen table, uhh is he all right?

Learned my lesson early on. Now I just use Diesel to start fires. Much safer.

 

[RickG]

A kid in elementary school was messing around with a 5 gallon drum and gasoline, trying to set it off , maybe with a model rocket thing? He looked in the drum to see why it didn't work. Kid was very funny looking with his eyebrows and the hair on the front half of his head gone.

This happened to me when I first learned to play with matches. Walking through an alley and found an empty gas can. Threw a lit match in there and it went off like a whoosh with a big flame. Singed my eyebrows and hair but could have been much worse.

 

[Barksdale123]

This was before videos and you tube and all that. Bet I could have gotten more than a few views.

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