Has never pulled a man from a burning car after fishing on Lake Erie all day and then driven home and cleaned the perch.
Can’t think of the 1967 race riots in Toledo without being grateful that the chief wasn’t hurt, although his white fire coat made him a target.
Would hear his voice on the fire radio and picture him speeding away from No. 5’s fire station whenever there was a two-alarm fire.
Learned from the chief to quiet her voice in a crisis, because it helped her and the patients in ER calm down.
Wouldn’t let her teenage boys play with a potato gun fueled by hairspray, because she and the chief had both seen the burns that result when hairspray ignites.
Looks for exit signs in case of fire, never overloads electrical circuits, and is careful with the candles she burns at home.
Thinks of the years of volunteer work, the anonymous donations, and the scholarship he endowed.
Hopes to live up to his example.
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2 responses to “The Fire Chief’s Daughter”
Clean and simple Father’s Day tribute to a man who didn’t count the gifts he gave. His love and service flowed like water, naturally.
Wow, what an appropriate piece! Wish there were poems for daughters of all the fathers. Happy Father’s Day to All!