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Grandpa’s Girl

October 11, 2013

Today was a beautiful day for a long walk with Joy’s class to a fire station –a new one standing in the place I spent many a day  growing up: my dad’s fire station.




Even more fun, some of these guys know my dad –and proved it by citing his favorite hang-out for coffee. And even those who don’t know him have heard of him –at least some of his exploits during his career in public safety. I shared one they had not heard yet –about a car when he was a deputy sheriff  🙂 –and that seeded a round of, “Have you heard about the time…” lore, setting my dad’s stories in the pantheon of all-time-best fame.


Thinking about the stories on the walk home, I realized they have a common theme: what happens when you are so intent on getting to the emergency that you don’t realize the hose door is open, or the bay door is shutting, or the water tank is empty. (None of those involving my dad.) Which is a good reason to be distracted, isn’t it? These are men (and women) who spend their days chasing bad guys, saving lives, and putting out the fires the rest of us start.


Thank God, literally, that there are people who do these things for all of us. I don’t know if “proud” is in Joy’s emotional repertoire. (Today, “Happy!” was strewn throughout her babble.) But I’ll be proud on her behalf. She’s her grandpa’s girl.


2 Comments leave one →
  1. October 11, 2013 4:45 pm

    What a great ‘memory’ for you of the past and for Joy today…..makes me ‘proud’ too! Your dad says ‘thanks’. Great pictures of Joy and her class….thanks for sharing her special school days with us! Luv you ❤

  2. October 13, 2013 5:51 pm

    How wonderful to have a grandfather who’s so invested in his grandchildren unconditionally. You are very blessed as is your Joy.

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