Mrs Fyreman, Happy Anniversary Baby. All we can hope for is another 25 good years
XOXO
Dj
Monday, April 30, 2007
Shifting gear
So Sunday I shifted gears from Saturday and went into Fyreman mode. I make it a practice to try to retake the Vehicle extrication class every other year or so, an old colleague puts it on
Of mine who has moved out of district but really knows his stuff when it comes to cars and the proper way to tear the SHIT out of them. So what does my wonderful Captain
Do but through me into a command position, now don’t get me wrong here I don’t mind running an operation but I LIKE CUTTING UP CARS. So I had to shift Gears again and go from a tactical standpoint to a strategic standpoint and that is where I grind a gear or two….I have to remember not to micro mange and let my people do the stuff they are trained to do, tougher than it sounds. But anyway I had a very motivated group of “Boots” (one of them has had 5 years of fire ground Exp.) to work with and they are a very smart bunch, good teamwork pays off.
Pictures posted tonight
Boot denotes new firefighter also called newbie and probbie
Of mine who has moved out of district but really knows his stuff when it comes to cars and the proper way to tear the SHIT out of them. So what does my wonderful Captain
Do but through me into a command position, now don’t get me wrong here I don’t mind running an operation but I LIKE CUTTING UP CARS. So I had to shift Gears again and go from a tactical standpoint to a strategic standpoint and that is where I grind a gear or two….I have to remember not to micro mange and let my people do the stuff they are trained to do, tougher than it sounds. But anyway I had a very motivated group of “Boots” (one of them has had 5 years of fire ground Exp.) to work with and they are a very smart bunch, good teamwork pays off.
Pictures posted tonight
Boot denotes new firefighter also called newbie and probbie
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Celebration of life
Sitting here listening to Eric Clapton singing "My Fathers Eyes" and reflecting upon the day's gift to us. We truly learned how loved My Father-in Law was, we (the Family) knew what a pillar Steve was and how much we miss him. Everyone who was there said that his life was about right and wrong and doing the right and proper thing. I stepped out into the sun to feel its warmth and it uplifted me (that and the words spoken today). I can never really tell anyone how truly I have been blessed, having two fathers that I loved and will miss till all eternity. This picture is of Mrs. Fyreman and myself. I was looking at a picture today of us on our wedding day and laughed. There were two babies in the picture, Her 18 and myself 19 and I thought WOW how far we have come, and how much farther we will have to go? but with what my Dad and my Father-in -law left me I found I have grown into a stronger person.
FIN
Friday, April 27, 2007
I'm a Simple Man
Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their Bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
The good book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
You better watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it
I'm a Simple Man.
Simple Man
By
Charlie Daniels
The Charlie Daniels Band
Simple Man
By
Charlie Daniels
The Charlie Daniels Band
Thursday, April 26, 2007
My Father-In -Laws Memorial
Saturday at 1:00 is my Father-in-laws memorial and I am Going to say a few words about him
here they are
My introduction to my Father in law was when my Bride to be Invited me to her house for her 17th birthday I had asked her to be my valentine on the 12th of February and that Saturday was her Birthday……. It was a good time we X-C skied and rode horses and met the In-laws to be…well… it could have gone bad but it went fairly smooth. I have always been a firearm enthusiast, but with Steve or Vince or Vincent as I sometimes called him, it became a refined obsession. He showed me the ins and outs of flintlocks and Mausers and Drillings, Oh My. We would go down to the Barn and shoot small bore, or take long shots at the Saw blade gong If you hit it you would hear it and if you didn't it was always "must have shot through the center of the blade", I would watch him at his forge and ask questions I thought were important, (But more than likely not) and he always had a patient answer. He also renewed my faith with my Savior Jesus Christ. After Sherri and I were married on occasion I would help him in his shop, this one memorable time He and I were bending these pivot hinges for some Forest service docks and I was the Muscle swinging the 8lb sledge hammer and he was working the metal in the swage block he would give the command left or right or then center and I would swing the maul with gusto. He had told me Stop and with the Ringing in my ears I heard TOP and I took another swing just as he put his hand on top of the piece of steel and I smacked his hand with the sledge. Nothing broke and years later we would still joke about the words stop and top. Then came Oregon, Steve could not find enough work in Montana to pay the bills, and his Family always was foremost on his mind, He move back to the farm in Oregon and a paycheck. We ended up following him down several years latter, and never missed shoveling and plowing one ounce of snow.
We would work together again at a Company called Celwave in the Maintenance shop and I strived to reach His level of organization but always just falling short
We would hear Steve on a Friday Afternoon “Lets clean up this Mess.” And I would say…. “I have a job going on here” …Steve would say... “Clean up the shop and organize your job”…Me “Alright”, One Morning I was running late and came into the shop to meet Vincent and the shop crew all standing around talking And I see him start to wind up for one of his lectures and I interjected with ”I’m late because I got one of your lectures from My Wife” and everyone busted up laughing. Steve had a Grand sense of humor even as his cancer came on, I had been in the lower Hay field finishing up Baling and I looked up the field to the old Pear tree and there Is Vincent laying on the ground by a hay bale, I stop the baler and start walking over to him, just in time to see him lift his head up and look at a buzzard that was circling over head and Vince Quips “Go on, I ain’t dead yet” and chuckles, you would have had to been there.
here they are
My introduction to my Father in law was when my Bride to be Invited me to her house for her 17th birthday I had asked her to be my valentine on the 12th of February and that Saturday was her Birthday……. It was a good time we X-C skied and rode horses and met the In-laws to be…well… it could have gone bad but it went fairly smooth. I have always been a firearm enthusiast, but with Steve or Vince or Vincent as I sometimes called him, it became a refined obsession. He showed me the ins and outs of flintlocks and Mausers and Drillings, Oh My. We would go down to the Barn and shoot small bore, or take long shots at the Saw blade gong If you hit it you would hear it and if you didn't it was always "must have shot through the center of the blade", I would watch him at his forge and ask questions I thought were important, (But more than likely not) and he always had a patient answer. He also renewed my faith with my Savior Jesus Christ. After Sherri and I were married on occasion I would help him in his shop, this one memorable time He and I were bending these pivot hinges for some Forest service docks and I was the Muscle swinging the 8lb sledge hammer and he was working the metal in the swage block he would give the command left or right or then center and I would swing the maul with gusto. He had told me Stop and with the Ringing in my ears I heard TOP and I took another swing just as he put his hand on top of the piece of steel and I smacked his hand with the sledge. Nothing broke and years later we would still joke about the words stop and top. Then came Oregon, Steve could not find enough work in Montana to pay the bills, and his Family always was foremost on his mind, He move back to the farm in Oregon and a paycheck. We ended up following him down several years latter, and never missed shoveling and plowing one ounce of snow.
We would work together again at a Company called Celwave in the Maintenance shop and I strived to reach His level of organization but always just falling short
We would hear Steve on a Friday Afternoon “Lets clean up this Mess.” And I would say…. “I have a job going on here” …Steve would say... “Clean up the shop and organize your job”…Me “Alright”, One Morning I was running late and came into the shop to meet Vincent and the shop crew all standing around talking And I see him start to wind up for one of his lectures and I interjected with ”I’m late because I got one of your lectures from My Wife” and everyone busted up laughing. Steve had a Grand sense of humor even as his cancer came on, I had been in the lower Hay field finishing up Baling and I looked up the field to the old Pear tree and there Is Vincent laying on the ground by a hay bale, I stop the baler and start walking over to him, just in time to see him lift his head up and look at a buzzard that was circling over head and Vince Quips “Go on, I ain’t dead yet” and chuckles, you would have had to been there.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Coquille Lighthouse for Barista
The Coquille (pronounced KO-KEEL)Lighthouse at Bandon Oregon, the place is just grand
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