When I was an altar server almost 50 years ago, there was no training in fire safety. The sisters in charge were more concerned with boys who managed to drip hot wax on expensive altar linens, which made stains that could not be removed.
There wasn’t a piece of fire suppression equipment, safety blanket, etc. anyplace. And, the way this church was built, with a locked door to the rectory, there wasn’t access to a phone in the event of any sort of emergency.
In certain ways, it seems that kids grow up real fast, but then in other ways, they typically have not thought-out the consequences of their actions.
Before, there might have been 50 lit candles up by the altar. Our carved wooden BVM statue cracked from the heat of all the devotional candles that were arrayed around it.
Open flames are an accident waiting to happen.