Bio
from the NY Times
Gentle
Giant
Neighbors
of Ladder 35 on Amsterdam Avenue and 66th Street in Manhattan grew to count on
seeing the Paul Bunyanesque figure in the firehouse doorway with his baseball
cap, bushy mustache and always, a friendly smile.
They
did not know him by name, but just as the one who would hoist their
would-be
firefighter toddlers into the rig, or lean down and with his
oversized hands
help adjust the handlebars of a bicycle.
To
his colleagues, Jim Giberson was the one who organized and cooked for all their
annual parties over the last 20 years. But as much as Mr. Giberson, 43, seemed
so comfortable in that traditionally all-male environment, it was a different
story at home.
He
told his wife Susan when they became engaged that he wanted three
daughters,
and she obliged. The only reason he ever missed firefighter events was to go to
his daughters' swim meets, no matter how far, where he cheered them on as they
became champions, or as he liked to say, future Olympic contenders.
"I
used to kid him, "You'll never be able to get into the bathroom with all
those women,' " said Mike Kutula, a fellow firefighter. "But he
was happy
with his three girls."
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