It does not seem so long ago that I left my job as a test electrician at Boeing (they went on strike) in 1946. Curly Witherbee, shop foreman, said we'd be back in three weeks. Six months later they were still "out" and I needed work for my growing family. With three kids in a 750 sq ft house in McMicken Heights, I knew I had to do something!
We might be called the "Greatest Generation" by a number of folks but I only know, without a job, you don't eat. A friend mentioned some excavating and cement work not far from our house. Near the old Lewis & Clark theaters a crew was putting in a meat locker with cold storage. The hole had been dug, the 14 foot deep frame was in place and cement was pouring in when the whole form caved in. It was my job, with others, to muck out the wet cement so the crew could start over the next day. I was not built for this kind of back-breaking work but it was work. I lasted a day and what a day it was. My scrawny frame was exhausted as I traipsed dirt and muddy cement boots into my house.More ›