I grew up around the Northwood section of Baltimore back in the 1950's. My father was a cable splicer in the underground division of the Baltimore Gas & Electric Co. They were the days before "bucket"' trucks. My dad and his crew worked down manholes with city rats and climbed telephone poles with cleats and pole straps. When we had any storm outages, I can remember many times when I would not see my dad for a week or more.
He would work 16 hours a day, go back to the shop to sleep on a cot for a few hours, and hit the street again. My mom and I would sometimes bring him lunch in a remote area of the city and he would come out from under a canopy in which he was working and climb down the telephone pole. On some of the worst nights I can remember, our telephone would ring at 2 or 3 a.m. calling him in to work. This year, my dad will be 89 years old, but he still remembers, and so do I, those long, stormy, sometimes snowy, weeks when he was away from his family.
My husband and I live in northern Baltimore County and, about 8 p.m. on Tuesday night, our power was finally restored. Through it all, whenever I felt a little "'inconvenienced," I remember my dad and the long days and hard work he and the rest of the linemen put in, and somehow I could find a reason to smile and be proud.
Sandra Clisham, ParktonCopyright © 2015, The Baltimore Sun