Nonnie's Observations

heavy are our hearts with the sacrifice of men who showed such courage! The holiday we just celebrated was tinged with a plaintive  air considering the loss of those elite firefighters who gave their all in battling the awful fires in Arizona. May Mary, the mother of us all and Her Son bring solace to the families. To help the families of the heroic firefighters, click below http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/02/how-to-help-arizona-fire_n_3533728.html linked to Haiku My Heart

As I was going toward a granddaughter's home, I quickly snapped a picture of a familiar building.  My parents lived in the early 1950s just a block away from the brick building just behind the one in front.  In fact, that garage did not exist when we lived in an apartment on this street.  The all-brick building back then was the main (#1) fire station of our city.  Now it's an education center for trainees. For some reason, memories of the firemen (only men were firefighters back then) and their marvelous kinship with my younger brother and me were sparked that day.  Back then, it was the second fire station to which we'd lived so close.  Consequently, firemen were friends to us, and sometimes tutors.  Our family did not have a TV in our home till I was about thirteen.  So both in this station and the one prior to this one, my brother and I were allowed to come and watch shows with the firefighters on their down time.  My most beloved me...