General Poetry posted January 16, 2022


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In 1945 the native village of Hoonah burned to the ground

Disaster in Hoonah

by T B Botts

The year was nineteen forty five
Fire and chaos did arrive
In Hoonah town, down by the sea
To escape the fire, folks did flee

Out in the strait, a fierce, strong blow
A barge of fuel, a tug did tow
The barrels on the deck fell in
To gather them was not a sin

The word got out, free gas for all
Boats came out with masts so tall
They took the barrels to their homes
And stored them underneath the domes

The houses built were side by side
Some on pilings because of the tide
The native way was to smoke the fish
Smoked salmon, for what more could one wish?

Beneath the houses on the beach
The barrels were within easy reach
To fuel their homes and boats and such
The weather Gods had given much

One poor soul had lit a fire,
To smoke his fish was his desire
But it happened on a windy day
Fuel and wind and fire will play

His house caught fire and soon another
His house, his aunt's and her dear mother's
Soon the whole town was ablaze
Folks fled to the beach, from there to gaze

Perhaps there is a lesson learned
To keep what's found that isn't earned
For every blessing that one may desire
The end may be unholy fire

 



Freak disaster contest entry


In 1945, a tug and barge was passing through Icy Strait, past the native village of Hoonah Alaska. It was a sunny day, and as often happens in Southeast Alaska, the west winds can blow ferociously when the sun comes out. Apparently a large enough wind was whipped up that it tipped the barge full of fifty five gallon drums of fuel. There was no way for the tug to recover the drums, so the natives went out and salvaged them. Many of the houses along the beach were on stilts to keep the houses above the high tide line. Some folks used the area under their houses to smoke salmon. The space was also used to store the fuel drums, as there were no garages or sheds for storage space. One fellow was smoking fish under his house when one of the fuel drums caught fire. Because the houses were built right next to each other, the fire spread uninhibited. There were no fire trucks, because there was no street, just a wooden boardwalk. Most of the town burned up, but not all of it. It just so happened that there was a barge passing through that was loaded with materials for housing in Guam. It was diverted to Hoonah and new houses were built. They all looked alike, and the original ones didn't have insulation because they were headed to a warm climate. I believe you can see pictures of the fire if you were to google Hoonah Fire 1945.
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