Of the many names I’ve been called in my life – Uncle Fred has stuck with almost everyone! When I began dating my wife, she was divorced with 2 very young children. My teenage nieces often babysat the 2 little ones. My nieces called me Uncle Fred – the kids picked it up. Since then my wife’s 3 brothers and their wives have joined the group, along with their combined 11 children – and then their 33 grandchildren – and now their 9 great-grandchildren. My friends felt outnumbered, so they joined in. The kids still call me Uncle Fred – as well as DAD! – and so do their friends and in-laws. There’s little chance I’ll forget that name – but I thought I’d better write these stories down while I can still remember!

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

SHOPPING...FIREFIGHTER STYLE!




One night we had a big fire in a huge winery.  They made fruit wines.  After the fire was knocked down, we were up on the roof standing next to a large hole we had opened.  We could look down into the warehouse.  Firefighter boots have loops on each boot so you can pull them on easier.  We tied a rope between the loops and lowered the boots down to the warehouse floor.  Another firefighter filled the boots with bottles of wine.  We did this over and over.  It got to the point where we would yell down to the fireman “no more blueberry – more strawberry.”  You have to remember that the bottles had been declared contaminated by the health department and couldn’t be sold.  They were scheduled to be destroyed.  That night, all of us went home with lots of wine.  It still tasted pretty good, even if most of the label was burned off.  

Another cold, snowy night a delivery truck skidded into a bridge abutment and flipped over.  The doors split open and hundreds of boxes of Saucy Susan Shrimp Cocktail were scattered all over the road.  Once the container boxes had been split open, the contents (packed in glass jars) was no longer saleable – so we all had shrimp cocktail for weeks and weeks.

In the firehouse where I worked, there was a large Italian neighborhood in our first-due district.  One Sunday afternoon, a fire alarm came in from a 2 family house in that neighborhood.  In those days, most Italian families cooked a large pot of sauce from early morning until their big Sunday dinner later in the day.  After we put out the fire, some of the firefighters crawled through the attic looking for any fire extension.  One of the firefighters slipped off the ceiling rafter and his leg went through the sheetrock.  We didn’t know that Grandma had snuck back into the kitchen to stir her sauce.  The pieces of sheetrock went into her sauce pot.  Grandma got very upset and started beating the firefighters boot leg with a big wooden spoon and yelling, in broken English, that the firefighters were “making too much dirt.”  

One night I was called into work because there was a major snow storm predicted to hit NY.  About 3 AM, we got a call via the Police Department that there was an accident on the NY State Thruway.  An 18-wheeler hit a bridge abutment and turned over.  The police were taking the drive to the hospital.  There were so many accidents on the Thruway that night that all the nearby fire crews were out on other calls.  We were about a mile away.  They told us to close 2 lanes of the thruway, leaving one open, and wait for a commercial truck-towing vehicle to arrive.  They would try to right the tractor trailer, but, if not, a crane vehicle would be called in.  In either case, with the weather conditions as they were, it would have been hours before anyone showed up. 

As we began to secure the accident scene, we noticed that the trailer had been split open and there were frozen turkeys all over the snowy road.  Once again, food products in that situation were considered contaminated and would be destroyed.  Since they would be a major hazard to traffic once the lanes were opened, we had to remove the turkeys.  We couldn’t fit 33 turkeys safely in the fire engine (32 firefighters and one for dinner tomorrow).  One of the firefighters told me he lived nearby and had a 4-man toboggan.  I sent him home to get it and, when he returned, we loaded up the toboggan with turkeys and he and another firefighter pulled it to the firehouse.  They unloaded it and returned to fill it up again.  By then, the tow vehicle arrived, righted the truck, and that section of the Thruway was cleared.  Everyone in our firehouse had a frozen turkey in their freezer for the holidays.  

Eating or drinking something that was in a fire is really not a good idea – especially if it was open or exposed to smoke.  We had a fire in a bakery and, after the fire was out, firefighters started eating pastry that was still in the oven.  They all got food poisoning and were sick for days.  Another fire was in a butcher shop.  A firefighter took a roast beef that had been in the open case back to the firehouse and cooked it for lunch.  No one could eat it – the taste of acrid smoke made them all sick.  

After a fire is knocked down, firefighters are looking for something to drink to hydrate themselves.  Water is the best thing, but hydrant water is unsafe to drink.  The pipelines have been super-charged and the water is black and full of rust.  Opening a refrigerator that was in a smoky room and drinking milk or orange juice from an open container is also a NO-NO.  

Firefighters are a tough breed and they learn quickly!  A cold, unopened bottle of beer is usually safe to drink.  It may not taste as good as a fresh one – but it’s safe!   






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