My parents are easy to remember. My Dad was a NYC fireman, his station was in the Bronx. I can remember him going off to work in his fireman's uniform and coming home. I even have a picture of me in his hat when I was a toddler but I don't have a picture of him in his uniform. He use to ride the bus to work over the Bronx-Whitestone Bridge into the Bronx.
When he retired from the NYC Fire Department after 20 years we moved to Florida. Since I was the oldest at 11 and a younger brother was on the way he returned to work. For the first little while when we first lived in Florida he worked at a Farm Store a drive through dairy store. They where great, drive in buy milk, eggs, bread and/or ice cream and drive out. Never leave your car. When my kids were young I missed these stores, they are not here in Arizona.
Anyway back to my Dad's Occupation he did find a job as a Fireman again for Bar Harbor Fire Department. He later told me he lied about his age to get the job, there must have been an age limit. Of course being a fireman in NYC was a lot more dangerous and strenuous than in South Florida. Bar Harbor was almost an hour South of where we lived in Fort Lauderdale, so he drove to work. Later it became part of the Miami-Dade Metro Fire Department.
He actually drove the hook and ladder truck as a fireman.
Today is Dad's Work, tomorrow Mom's work and later this week grandparents.
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