Thinking of The Other Half

I have found this on a forum I have joined and started to think that perhaps when we have a job that does involve danger and giving help we don’t always appreciate just what “the other half” can be going through.

Yes, I was a fireman(I’m old fashioned and use the old term) and experienced all of the things mentioned in Ann-Maria’s poem.

Could you love a firefighter through their ups and downs?
When visions of accidents leave their emotions spinning around?
When their pager goes off, would you just let them leave?
Or would you ask them not to go, begging them, “Please.”
Would you stress yourself out worrying about their safety?
Or would you convince yourself they might quit for you, just maybe?
Could you stand by their side when things aren`t going well?
When they need to be rescued is it you who they can tell?
Will you hold their hand and say it`s all right?
Would you listen and comfort them through the night?
Could you deal with their silence after a horrible call?
Or knowing after the fire they almost didn`t come back at all?
Could you provide them comfort after a small child dies?
And help them through memories of the small feeble cries?
Could you help them deal with having to roll back the dash
To recover the bodies of a family killed in the crash?
It`s not an easy job that we choose to do.
But we do it to save innocent people like you.
So think about that if you`re falling for me.
Could you deal with my life? Could you see what I see?

(Ana-Maria Garcia)

To my “other half” thanks for being there for me and helping me through it all.

Just a Little Drift to the Past

I was drifting off while writing to a post on a forum thinking of my early memories. My first memories are of Cornwall where I was born. In my Grandparents bakery in Padstow the same room that my Mother was born in. I remember all the bake-house people making the pasties (no carrots). Grandad had a labrador called Kim and some times I would ride on his back. Grannie would take me down to the Harbour Cafe which they also owned where we would collect old bread and go and feed the gulls.

I can’t remember living in Leeds although we had 2 addresses there.

We moved to Swannington in Leicestershire. The house was a 2 up and 2 down with an outside toilet. There was no mains water (we had a well), no mains sewer (toilet was emptied by the Night Soil Man), we had no electricity (we had candles). Mum cooked on a range and the weekly wash was in the washouse. the boiler was heated by an open fire and I remember seeing her take a shovel full of the living room fire through to the boiler

My dad paid for all the services to be laid on. I saw the house recently and someone has bought the 2 houses and built an extension. It now looks really nice.Those houses were all very modern and up to todat’s standards

After that we moved to 2 more addresses in Leicestershire and then to a flat in Wisbech in the Isle of Ely. Dad was then  promoted to 3rd Officer in Hastings Fire Brigade

I finished my schooling at Bexhill on Sea but because of moving and my birthday somehow I managed to miss a year of school as a result I applied for a place at Hastings College on General Studies.This was a time that I really enjoyed as it was so very diferent to school.

So I was at college and was making new friends. I had one friend (Brian) who had several lectures the same as I had. One day he said the famous words “Have you got a record player?” “Yes” I said. “Oh! good” said he “Want to come to a party?”.

Well I got to the party not knowing anyone there and realised that I was there because of the record player when I decided to get to know some of the local talent. Suddenly this girl came and sat on my knee. We stayed together all evening and I even walked her home (only to find out where it was)

Well the following day I went and knocked on her door (I think they heard my knees knocking rather than the door) and we went out for a walk. Well we got over the Sunday tea and the meet the family that day so that ritual was over.

She was 15, I was 16 When I was 19 we were married. We have ended up with 3 wonderful children and 8 smashing grandchildren and now one great grandaughter.

Isobella

Well to put it into a nutshell we have had some mountains to climb and we have been into the valleys of life but we have travelled together. Now we have retired together and there is still a lot of living to do -together.

First Steps to Granny Flat

Well at last the planning permission has been approved the builder has been appointed and the internal layout has been thought out so now the work begins. We are preparing the site for two sheds one for workshop and machine store and one for potting shed and garden store. Intend to order the sheds next week.

Flu jab today so will have a sore arm for a day but that’s better than getting flu. Well worth it. Its free here if you can comply with certain conditions.

Jab not bad we were very brave and didn’t cry.

Went shopping today as it’s raining and on the way back went to the pub for lunch. We were earlier than normal and we had just sat down when 40 – 50 students from the local secondary school came in for lunch. I must say how very surprised I was at the behavour of them all. Wonderful, no shouting, no showing off in fact a joy to see. They use the pub every school day and are given free squash. It’s a good idea I think because they are getting into the pub culture and learning how to mix with the adults in a relaxed atmosphere. Why the pub? Because they don’t have school dinners in the senior school.