I am from the affluent NYC suburbs. I remember driving on the Deegan and seeing all the burned out buildings, which was a shock at the time. Funny thing is, I ended up living in the South Bronx for six months almost 40 years later. Then I bought a multi family investment property in another low income neighborhood area and lived in it.
They had them from the late sixties on, they just didn't use them, the more smoke you could eat the tougher you were supposed to be. My father was on Boston Fire from after WW2 until the seventies, he and most of his coworkers died of cancer shortly before or shortly after they retired
Wasn't sure if that was the Katate Kid on the turntable.
RIP Dennis Smith
Obviously their dog wasn't a fire dog.😂
A completely different job back then. Loved FF's on tailboard (My first couple of years I rode tailboard) .
I am from the affluent NYC suburbs. I remember driving on the Deegan and seeing all the burned out buildings, which was a shock at the time.
Funny thing is, I ended up living in the South Bronx for six months almost 40 years later. Then I bought a multi family investment property in another low income neighborhood area and lived in it.
@@19irving Fascinating! I’m sure that was incredibly surreal.
jumping on tail of engine having a smoke, then guys sitting on truck turntable, bloody legends
Jumping On Tail Of Engine Having A Smoke
Then Guys Sitting On Truck Turntable Bloody Legends
Tailboard is fine until the weather gets shitty. Or until you get into an accident. I’m surprised NFPA let it go as long as they did.
Looks like Rev. Jim Jones standing at the market at 13:48.
Those guys were badass. Wonder what their life ended up being in regards to all the smoke?
They used a baby crying for their siren 😂
It a wa wa wambulance. 👶😭
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I didn’t realize they didn’t have full face respirators with oxygen back then. That’s crazy
Yeah, there’s a lot of stories of people who would soak sponges in water breathe through those back then.
They had them from the late sixties on, they just didn't use them, the more smoke you could eat the tougher you were supposed to be. My father was on Boston Fire from after WW2 until the seventies, he and most of his coworkers died of cancer shortly before or shortly after they retired
I'm just thinking about all the cancer these poor guys were exposed too.
Yeah, it's tragic.
Bollocks the size of coconuts.