I had to check with one of my sisters on this one, because I couldn't remember the year, or the time of year this happened. I thought my sister might have a good idea of when it happened since she delivered paper to this certain house that was across the street from our back-door neighbors. She said she thought it was 1971, which makes sense because she was delivering papers at that time. I told her that I thought it happened in the summer, because I'm pretty sure our windows were opened.
In the middle of the night, we were awaken by a huge boom. This was followed by a very distinct burning smell. As it turned out, the house across the street from our back-door neighbors blew up. My daddy went over to see if he could do anything, but came back shortly, telling us to go back to sleep. My sister asked about the woman (who was pregnant at the time), and was told that at that point they couldn't find her. She was found at the bottom of the basement stairs. I was told that probably what happened was that she was trying to get out but turned the wrong way and ended in the basement. To this day I remember seeing the stroller in the back yard, and remember that smell.
Things like that just don't happen in the Small Town. It's generally a peaceful, quiet little town. We were told that they think what happened was that a bank robber (which apparently she had identified since she was working when the bank was robbed) found out where she lived.
My sister said that the woman had given her a pink wallet for Christmas. She also said that she remembers a rose bush beside the porch. Before the house was torn down, the rose bush was blooming.
That was the first and only time I've heard an explosion. Every time I hear of one happening, I think about that house. I just can't imagine having to live with that fear day in and day out. I'm very thankful to be living in a country where explosions are not the norm.