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Here he was, 100 years later, reading about a brother firefighter who had long ago gone on to his reward - a fireman who had been doing the same task as Johnny was now doing, only he did it 100 years ago.
What did that man suspect was about to happen? Could he have known about the great wars that lay just ahead? Was it possible that he might be aware of the inventions that would make the job of those who fought fire safer? Did he see all that would happen to him and his family?
Johnny's mind slowly began to drift back to that long-ago period. In his mind's eye he saw himself sitting at the housewatch desk, attired in the classic high-collared uniform of that era. And he began to think … what was it like on that cold night back in 1899? What a great night it had been! Here he was in the firehouse, just back from becoming a father for the first time. Ah, sure and what a great day it had been. On the threshold of a new century, his darling Becky had given birth to the cutest little nipper the world would ever see - his new son, Jerry Jr. He had been most fortunate that a full crew of two, two and six was on duty. Chief Bobby Carter had been able to approve a four-hour leave so that he could be there for the blessed event.
At about 11:55 P.M., Fireman Knight began to write up the housewatch journal for the midnight notation. Knight paused for a moment as he gathered his thoughts for the future. What lay in store for him, his family and his fire department?
A freshly lit cigar in hand, Knight leaned back and wondered. What would the new century bring?
He had heard rumors from the chief's buggy driver that there was talk of a radical new work schedule, one that would give every man a day off each week. What a great thing it would be to be home with Becky and little Jerry Jr. for a whole day. He might even be able to pick up a few extra dollars by working with the wheelwright on the next block.
New equipment was coming in. Last week, the department's new aerial ladder had arrived. Imagine, a stout 65-foot wooden ladder that could be hurled upward into the sky with the "sproing" of a strong spring, then extended by the mere cranking of a lever. Maybe they could do away with that beast of a 50-foot wooden bangor ladder. That would be very nice, he thought, remembering last summer's drills at the city dock.
Knight wondered whether he might someday see some form of a horseless carriage to pull his steamer. Heck, it was just a matter of time before those noisy nuisances would begin to appear all over the city. Nah, nothing could ever replace a strong team of horses for pulling the steamer through the streets of the city. Some things, he was sure, would never change.
And it was great to have his brother Hank back from the Army. The whole family had been quite worried when Hank had volunteered to go to Cuba back in '98. A number of the lads in Hank's unit had suffered from the diseases that had attacked them in training camp. Hank was delivering coal now, but with any luck he would do well on the next Civil Service test, and then he could join Jerry on the fire department.
Ah, what a great thing it is to be a fireman. It sure beats being a conductor on the trolley cars, like his wife's brother. It just doesn't seem right riding around in circles all day and all night. Knight drew deeply from the cigar and then set it into the brass ashtray. He then wrote boldly and beautifully in the journal:
Happy New Years - January 1, 1900 - Contents Read and Noted, Fireman Gerald Knight. And may God bless all in the coming years of this new Century.
Just then the door to the firehouse popped open and in came Clancy the cop. "Good evenin' to you, Jerry me boy … and a Happy New Year to ya."
"The same to you, Mr. Clancy," was Knight's happy reply. "Did ya hear, sir, that today I am the father of newborn son?" And then the two of them shared a moment's joy. Just then, the clock in the watch room began to toll the first 12 melodic strokes of the new century.
At that moment, the department radio beeped and gave the 2400-hours time test. Suddenly, Johnny was back in the present. After glancing at the dusty old ledger one more time, he made the proper notations in the station housewatch journal, and then added: