My maternal grandparent's home burned down in one of our many firefires. When we were able to go back somebody had stripped the fencing.
When the Northridge earthquake hit, My paternal grandmother's house sustained a collapsed brick fireplace, some damaged lath and the foundation shifted.
The family slept out back in the tent and had hot meals I provided via a coleman stove. My brother however, thought the argentine mauser carbine was rediculous.
That night I watched two guys climb her substantial fence and approach the dark house with big screwdrivers.I slippped up behind and asked if I could help them.
'Si, we are looking for work, our freeend.' I set them to work stacking the collpased bricks all night at gunpoint. Come the morning, I gave them 15 seconds to clear her huge front yard and the fence.