FD Story: Five Things My Mom Taught Me About the Fire Service

In the 1980’s, my mom dreamed of becoming a firefighter for the City of Hartford, Connecticut. She passed the required tests, but due to life changes at the time, was not able to complete the final step and get on the job. About twenty five years later, that passion to be a firefighter still burned brightly. Three months after I joined my volunteer fire department, my mom joined too at the age of 45. While father-son firefighting duos are pretty common in fire departments, less common are mother-son teams, and I couldn’t have been more proud to serve alongside her. We completed Firefighter I together and had a solid decade protecting our community as part of a great fire department. To this day, I am still inspired by having had the opportunity…

FD Story: Back To Grandpa's Firehouse

I’m in the front passenger’s side of a big Kenworth tanker truck. It’s a black top style truck with a big silver tank holding 3,000 gallons of water. Our station logo is in gold leaf on each door, with “Station 70” written just below it. We were just called to provide additional water at a large house fire in the next town over. While they are a neighboring community, this is rural Pennsylvania, so everything is a haul, especially in this elephant like piece of apparatus.