Small Town Proud

My hometown suffered a devastating loss yesterday. The Hotel McArthur which began operating as a hotel back in the stagecoach days caught fire and suffered severe damage. Situated at the intersection of state routes 50 and 93, this old building has seen a lot over the years and has been a landmark for generations of locals and travelers alike.

While it hasn’t operated as a hotel for many years, plans were underway by a local nonprofit to renovate the building and to create a beautiful place to support the county’s growing tourism industry.

Many of us stood by, helpless and with tears in our eyes as we saw billowing smoke rise high above the village and flames dance through the hotel’s rooftop. We worried for the restaurant next door which suffered water damage.

Our community is blessed to have an amazing network of volunteer fire departments who all responded. And then came the cavalry from neighboring counties. All told, thirteen departments responded to this fire. Without our volunteer firefighters and assistance from our neighbors, the community’s losses could have been much greater.

EMS, ODOT, EMA, the village street department, sheriff’s office and village police all coordinated to keep everyone safe and traffic moving away from the danger. 

For much of the day, I could hear from my office the sounds of newly arriving fire trucks, the urgent sirens blaring as tankers left to refill. No sooner would one leave, another would return. It was an intense day and a worrisome one as we all were conscious of the heat and the danger to firefighters who battled the blaze in heavy turnout gear.

There were also people and businesses who showed up. They brought cold drinks and food for the first responders. The bank where I work contributed too. Austin Powder sent a giant tanker full of water. People gathered to watch as this mighty piece of our history was claimed by flames and water. They shook their heads in sorrow, told stories about the past, and some wept at the loss. We all felt a sincere sense of loss for what was and for what might have been with the renovations planned for this building.

This is why small towns are the best. THIS is why I ignore those who criticize places like my small rural community. Our critics simply haven’t stuck around long enough to see what happens when the chips are down. No one struggles alone. We look out for each other. We fuss over the firefighters and worry for their safety. We mourn a collective loss and together we overcome.

This is what small towns do.

I talked to so many people yesterday and we all agreed that we are proud to be part of this community and we are in awe of how many people came from near and far to offer aid. If you are one of those people, please accept my thanks.

Thanks To Our Volunteer Firefighters

They leave the supper table without ever taking a bite. They quietly run for the exit at their child’s school play. They rouse themselves from warm beds to venture out into the cold, dark winter night. They leave their jobs, their farms and their loved ones behind to don fifty or more pounds of gear to run toward danger.

These men and women are a special breed. They are volunteer firefighters.

If you live in a city or a wealthy community, you probably take for granted that when you call 911 there will be someone waiting at a firehouse to answer your cries for help. A car crash. A grease fire. A carbon monoxide alarm. A smoke-filled home in the middle of the night. These are some of the many reasons we all depend on firefighters to help. 

But in small communities and especially small, rural communities, the people waiting for your call aren’t paid to wait at the firehouse. They are volunteers who go about their lives and work, not unlike Clark Kent just before he transforms into Superman.

Here they come to save the day. Only, they’re doing it for love of community, neighbor and stranger rather than vocation. 

This has been on my mind a lot lately. Southern Ohio is experiencing a horrendous drought. Burn bans throughout the area are meant to protect us all. A carelessly tossed cigarette or someone roasting a hot dog outside could result in hours spent fighting a brush fire. Yet, people  ignore the ban. They burn their trash, their brush and anything else they darn well please with no regard for the risk to human life, animals or property. 

Our volunteer fire departments have worked tirelessly this summer and this week has been the worst so far. After a full day out fighting brush fires, multiple local departments responded to a fire caused by a blown transformer at a power generating plant last night.

I am in awe of every single person who answers when the rest of us are in need. 

As regular readers here know, I just came back from Philadelphia where fire departments are a big deal. This is where Benjamin Franklin formed the first ever fire brigade. At his museum you’ll see a bucket once used by a volunteer firefighter. They would line up and draw water from a neighbor’s well, passing one bucket at a time to fill up the fire engine.

We’ve come a long way since then. In Philly today, you’ll see a heavy presence of neighborhood fire stations and some gorgeous murals celebrating their rich firefighting history. Advances in technology make firefighting easier than these humble beginnings and safer too. 

Yet, there is an inherent risk these brave folks face every time they head into a burning building or toward some kind of hazmat disaster.

Plus, the time commitments, the danger, the overall risk of the endeavor and the constant need to raise money for the department to survive have left many volunteer departments in desperate need of help. Many firefighters are aging out and hanging up their gear for the last time and young people aren’t stepping up to join in the same numbers they once did. 

After all, who wants to leave their family mid bite because someone else caught their Thanksgiving turkey on fire? Who wants to leave their air conditioned home to battle a brush fire in sweltering temperatures? Who wants to leave their tractor in the field or a customer at their place of work to do traffic control at a car accident? 

Thankfully, there are still people willing to do this. And they’re willing to do it without demanding to know what’s in it for them. What’s in it for them, by the way, is knowing they helped another and that someone else will be there if they ever find themselves on the other side of the emergency. 

My community would be in trouble without them and I am grateful every single day for these brave souls who want to help. Mr Roger’s taught us all to look for the helpers in times of trouble. If you need a helper, look no further than your volunteer fire department. If you don’t need help, go find them anyway and thank them for all they do.

Ps: All first responders, both the paid and the volunteer, are pretty amazing. Let’s be grateful to them all!