When we were living in the Thurgason house, I went to my cousin Clyde's house to play. I was ten or eleven years old. The next house over was the Harris house and across the street was May Lunt (a widow) and Owen and Tim and Terry's house. It was the 4th of July and every once in a while I could hear firecrackers going off.
Owen, who was about fourteen years old, was using weed burner to burn weeds for Mr. Harris. I heard this big blast and thought it was fireworks, but I looked over and saw flames that went way above the apricot tree. I ran over there. The weed burner had exploded and Owen was just standing there in shock. His shirt was burned off except for his cuffs. His hair was gone. Big pieces of skin were hanging down from his chest. His mother took a blanket and wrapped it around him and put him in the car and took him to Lordsburg, New Mexico, about 40 miles away to the doctors. They later took him to the hospital in El Paso. He was totally scarred and in spite of it he recovered and turned out to be a terrific person.
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