by NATALIA HAWK
If my house was burning down, I would risk my life to save the clock hanging up in our kitchen.
Not because I’m a particularly punctual person. That’s got nothing to do with it.
You see, I have a lot of possessions, but the great majority of them could be very easily replaced if they were to be reduced to ash in a house fire. Furniture, books, my iPad – I wouldn’t need to take any of that stuff. I wouldn’t even need to lug the photo albums out of the house because all my photos are now on my phone, which is attached to my hand at all times anyway.
I wear the jewellery that is precious to me, and we have a fireproof safe that would protect the passports. I’m not sentimental about any of my clothes.
But I would definitely, definitely, DEFINITELY grab that kitchen clock.
At first glance, the kitchen clock looks like any other clock. However, it just happens to be the loudest clock on this planet. The “tick-tock” sound can echo through our quiet house, and on many occasions I’ve had to bury it in the pantry to just make it STOP BLOODY TICKING.
The clock dies at least once a week and has to be smacked on its clock face to be restarted. It chews through batteries faster than Tickle Me Elmo.
But when my parents were migrating to Australia thirty years ago, the only thing they could bring from their home in Poland was the clock. Nothing else would fit in their two tiny suitcases.
They got to Australia, they hung it up on the wall, and it reminded them of home and made them happy every time they saw it. Two children and three decades later, it still hangs up on the wall, (loudly) ticking away.
That silly noisy clock is the sound of my childhood and the sound of my parent’s story and it is absolutely on my burning-house list, along with a ratty stuffed rabbit I’ve had since birth that my grandmother bought for me.
Photographer Foster Huntington has spent several years driving around, asking people what they would save from their burning house. He made the answers into a series of photographs that then formed the basis of his website, The Burning House.
Some of the photographs make sense. Some don’t. Either way, it’s a fascinating window into what material items we really come to care about. Take a look:
See more at theburninghouse.com.
What would you save from a burning house (besides loved ones & pets – they go without saying, we hope)?
Top Comments
My house burnt down in May of this year. I can assure you that there is NO time to think about "what you might take". My husband, son and I escaped the house in the clothes we were wearing and had we even thought about what to save there was no time- the fire spread extremely quickly. Do not even think of possessions- think of people and get them out. We were lucky that the fire brigade responded so quickly- we managed to save some things due to their quick thinking. There are things that will never be replaced but I can only be grateful that we weren't asleep as we would never have survived.
Your post is amazing and I am surprised people are on here listing what they would take when all they needed to do was read your own personal and terrifying story to realise not one material possession is worth the loss of a life. Sadly, I went on to read some following posts and now feel sad and depressed at how shallow a world we live in.
Is there anything else you guys need to get your lives back on track? Will gladly help if I can.
Thank you so much Torstar- luckily we were insured, but even saying that I would increase my insurance as it has only just covered what we need- and that is not replacing EVERYTHING. If I replaced everything new- it wouldn't even cover half of it. But we were lucky. We have a rental property now until our house is rebuilt. We have our lives.
Insurance docs/ birth &marriage certificates, handbag( for contact nos and credit cards, ID, keys and medication etc) wedding photos, kids fav Teddy's. And I'd hope to be wearing a bra and comfy shoes. ( hard to buy quickly!)