I was not there the night of the fire. Brigitta and I were home in Temple for the weekend with Mr. Karl. On Sunday morning my husband was outside shoveling the driveway. He came into the house and said that “Bill” Blood, our neighbor above and a Temple fireman, had stopped to tell him that “High Mowing burned down last night.” Those were the words as he heard it. We never had a telephone in Temple and we could not imagine how “High Mowing” —all of it??? Could burn down? But we had no way of finding out anything until we drove back as soon as we could and got up the rise of the hill…. I was there then for Mrs. Emmet’s chapel in The Big Room…. (The next morning) the sunrise made the smoke, still rising from the fire area, pink.