Posted by Jim on December 12, 2018
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John J. Kopp, a retired firefighter and fire marshal who spent 32 years on the job, is in a Durham NC VA facility. According to the facility, he is completely bedridden and not expected to live more than 3 or 4 weeks.
The nurses say that while he is easily confused, he is crystal clear about the Fire Service. The Durham NC FD will be bringing several rigs to an event in John Kopp’s honor on Thursday, December 13.
The nurses are very excited for him and for the turnout at the Durham NC Veterans Hospital (next to Duke NC Hospital). We understand this is very short notice, but if anybody knows somebody in the area, please try to get them to attend.
John was a firefighter appointed to Ladder 108 on Siegel Street in 1960. He became a regular chauffeur driving some great officers. Several years later, John became the UFA Brooklyn Trustee. After his term, he returned to Ladder 108 on Union Avenue for a short time before becoming an FDNY Fire Marshal. John is a US Marine & his twin brother, Phil, was also a FDNY War Years Brother working his time in Harlem.
Any effort to show John Kopp support would be greatly appreciated.
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FDNY FAMILY FIGHTS CANCER “#TEAMSAUNDERS18”
Please keep the family of Thomas Saunders of E295/L144 in your prayers. His wife Debbie has been diagnosed with metastatic stage 4 lung cancer with 9 brain tumors and swollen lymph nodes. She is 38 years old, a nonsmoker, and the mother of 4 young children between the ages of 5 and 15. If you would like to support the family during this time, you can find more information on Facebook.com/WhitestoneEagles.
FoF TO HONOR FDNY DIVISIONS AT MONTHLY ON THE ARM BREAKFAST
Friends of Firefighters is excited to announce that beginning January 9, 2019, their On the Arm Breakfasts will now honor FDNY Divisions. Breakfasts are held from 8-11 am on the 2nd Wednesday of each month, unless otherwise noted, and are free for active and retired FDNY firefighters and their families. Drop by in the new year for a simple cup of coffee with a doughnut or sit down to a made-to-order firefighter-prepared breakfast that surely rivals the best brunch joints in Brooklyn. To view the Division schedule, click here, or visit the blog section of their website https://friendsoffirefighters.org/blog/. The last breakfast of 2018 will be held tomorrow, Wednesday, 12/12. For more information, call our office at 718-643-0980 or email info@friendsoffirefighters.org.
ST. GEORGE ASSOCIATION ANNUAL SCHOLARSHIP EXAM
The St. George Association Annual Scholarship Exam will take place at 10 am on Saturday, December 29, 2018, at the American Legion Post 301, 80-45 Winchester Blvd., Queens Village, NY. For further information, contact James Hayhurst at 516-623-1835.
FDNY HOCKEY TEAM 2019 KING OF THE ICE HOCKEY TOURNAMENT
The 2019 King of the Ice Hockey Tournament will be held at the Freeport Rec Center Rink in Freeport, NY, from March 6 through April 4. Registration will be available on January 4th at www.FDNYhockey.org. Space is limited to the first 96 teams, no exceptions. Any questions email Frank Heal at frankFDNYhockey@gmail.com.
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Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
Poem author C.C. Williford
Posted by Jim on December 10, 2018
Active Firefighter
Faizal Coto
Engine Company 245
WAKE
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
2:00 PM – 4:00 PM and 7:00 PM – 9:00 PM
Leone Funeral Home
696 Fourth Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11232
FUNERAL
Thursday, December 13, 2018
11:00 AM
Leone Funeral Home
696 Fourth Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11232
All Off-Duty Members should attend in Class A Uniform.