The fire occurred overnight and by
On March 25, 1911 at 4:45pm a fire started on the 8th floor. The fire doesn’t have an official cause but most speculate it was either a cigarette butt thrown in a waste basket or possibly an electrical short. The fire spread very quickly due to the paper and fabric that we piled in the factory. While some employees were trying to put the fire out with buckets of water other employees tried to make calls to the 9th and 10th floors. Attempts were made to use fire hoses that were located in the factory but when they went to turn the water on nothing came out.
I, myself, can think of many possibilities of what caused the fire. One possibilities could have been that he was making something on the stove and didn’t notice and/or didn’t smell something weird. Another possibility is that the smoke detector
This case is one with the four stages of a fire and I will start with the first stage which is incipient (Josh, 2015). The incipient stage of a fire is when there is a heat source, oxygen, and a fueling source that all come together and form a chemical reaction with the combination and this resulting reaction is the starting of a fire. In some cases that chemical reaction happens, but the fire is so small without other sources to keep it burning it would hopefully go out instead of it causing a huge fire and an even bigger problem (Josh, 2015). In this situation the first stage was done by Josh Powell, the boy’s father because he had the house smelling like gasoline already when the children were being planned to be dropped off for his weekly visitation he was granted through the courts. He also had the oxygen necessary and the fire source to start the first stage of a fire and with the whole house being fumed with gas, it’s a big enough source to create a growth of the fire which is stage
I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Let's face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like myself, (Ether), really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles).
Burn everything. 4. Report back to the firehouse immediately. 5. Stand alert for other Alarms.”
Due to the frigid temperatures, Maycomb’s fire truck had to be pushed to the fire. Unfortunately, the fire truck’s hose burst when connected to the hydrant. A fire truck from Abbotsford extinguished the flames of
Start the fire swiftly. 3. Burn everything. 4. Report back to firehouse immediately.
Hello, everyone. Today we’re writing about me. Here’s for you guys some interesting things about my life. First, we are going to embark what I am. People call me woodchuck or whistlepig.
“My theory is that literature is essential to our society in the way that dreams are essential to our lives. We can’t live without dreaming - as we can’t live without sleep. We are ‘conscious’ beings for only a limited period of time, then we sink back into sleep - the ‘unconscious’. It is nourishing, in ways we can’t fully understand.” This quote by Joyce Carol Oates illustrates what I perceived as one of the many themes of the novel Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
Firefighters who arrived to quell the blaze were met with jeers. Their hoses were cut. Though they returned quickly with heavy police protection, the building burned to the ground. And the following Monday at Kent State University the
Hello! I am Rebekah Hardy. It is quite wonderful to introduce myself to all of you. I absolutely love writing, and am excited to take this course. I am a student at Westlake High School, and intend to go to college for physics or engineering.
Hello! My name is Sarah, I’m twenty-four years old and I currently work as a teacher’s aide. I’m attending WNC for Criminal Justice because I would eventually like to become a crime scene investigator. I was born in Carson City but I have lived in Dayton my whole life. I currently work, attend college, and most importantly I am a Mommy to a perfect seven-month old baby girl.
It was 9:00 pm Wednesday night, as I was sitting in the middle of a deserted parking lot in my car, on my college campus. Sitting with my seat belt on, under a light pole with the only car in sight, envisioning how different life could be. The feeling of my stomach rumbling in hunger, the smell of my stale clothes after they have been worn more than a few times without a wash, while doing my homework under a light pole that shined into my car. Homeless while in college, I knew in this moment that my struggle would be a pivotal point in my future success. .
First and foremost, I would like to tell you a little bit of what my grandfather told me on his experience in the battlefield. He said it was a terrifying ordeal, and all you could see was people getting murdered, children, adults, babies it didn’t matter. He suffered from PTSD and night terrors because of what he had experienced in war. Sometimes he tells me “I can close my eyes and still see all the people screaming, men with limbs blown off of them, and innocent people getting shot right in front of me,” because of the stories he tells me I always never wanted to step foot into any war. Presumably, it would be a terrifying experience.
