I followed my first job with a few more self-employed ventures.
There was a lemonade stand that lost money but supplied paper cups for years.
I also painted house numbers on the sidewalk down by the curb with Testors paints from my plastic model kits.
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EXPRESS-TIMES PHOTOS | JIM DEEGAN
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I sold, hot, fresh from the bakery, soft pretzels. Huckstering up and down the narrow streets of South Philadelphia, early Saturday mornings. I did all of this before I was twelve years old.
After that I began to work for wages. For two weeks one summer I filled in for a friend at a lumber yard, doing odd jobs out in the yard.
The next year I filled in delivering Philadelphia Evening and Sunday Bulletin newspapers for a different friend.
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chicken vaccination
In the summers during my high school years, I visited a family friend in Vineland, NJ. Vineland was a big egg farming area. On the weekends he worked vaccinating chickens and I sat in his house watching TV. After two weekends, I was offered a job on the crew.
I began at the bottom of the ladder by driving chickens into a portable corral. Then I caught them by their warm, smelly, scaly legs, holding two to four in each hand waiting to give them to the inoculators. Wasn't anyplace to wash up for lunch. |
Add to that the lingering smell of burning hair from the red hot blades of the debeaking machine. I lost weight that summer. I couldn't eat chicken for two years.
The first summer catching chickens my pay rate was 50¢/hr. It really didn't seem worth the trouble. I must have impressed them with my chicken catching skills for the next summer I received a 100% raise.
Uncle Willie was a carpet salesman who worked out of a huge carpet warehouse. In the late 60's, he managed to get me summer employment there handling carpet, linoleum and vinyl sheet goods. I think my wages were near $1.50 in that position.
I didn't get rich at any of my early jobs. I do believe my early work experience was a necessary part of building my character.
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