Oh, So Close

A Forest Fire Almost Gets Away

By Laura McAnulty

In the spring of 1939 my young and eager husband, Rex McAnulty, bought two lumber trucks on the strength of a contract to haul green lumber from a small family sawmill in the hills north of Mountain Home down to town some fifty miles away.

Like us, the sawmill owners were trying to pull themselves out of the Great Depression by their own bootstraps.

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