At some point Linda, Jim and I slept in the attic room on Bly Street. I remember waking up and coughing. I could smell something burning. I turned on the light and our attic room was filled with smoke. I ran downstairs and woke mom and dad up. Dad told us to open all the windows and he went down to the furnace room. There was no fire, but I believe there was something wrong with the belt in the furnace and it was spewing out smoke. I know dad was able to take care of it and he repaired it the next day. Scary! I don’t know if Linda and Jim remember that incident.
I did not know that you guys moved to the attic. When I lived there, that was the boys’ bedroom. Was there any reason for the girls to leave their little niche off the kitchen?
I’m not sure why we were in the attic room. Maybe Jim didn’t want to be there by himself. He is four years younger than me. I had a twin bed, Jim had a twin bed, and Linda had the double bed. In fact, I remember telling Jim stories so he could fall asleep. Linda and I eventually did go back to the small room off the kitchen.