The fire station seen in the image below is one of those historical buildings:
|My heart beat a little faster every time I walked by here as a teenager.|
During that period, the building was used in different ways: as a protestant church, as a garage for police vehicles, and even as a paint shop for the fire department. But floods became frequent in the neighbourhood, which made it difficult for the distant fire station, and because of that, along with pressure from a municipal councilor, station 41 was reopened in 1939, albeit with only one truck in its possession. Renovations were finally made in 2004, and the fire station now has two fire trucks, one pump truck and one ladder truck.
Today, station 41 stands proudly, having served the area for many years.
Incidentally, every year a fireman from the station would go door to door selling calendars to raise money. Needless to say, I always bought one. Because I’m one of those women that love firemen. Typical, I know, but oh so true. And I don’t apologize for it!
How can you not love people who do things like this?
Happy Thursday, everyone!