Overnight Camp Counselor 1969

Camp Rockhill - "Health & Happiness in the Highlands"

Source:Ilene Goldman Litz

After my first year of college, fellow thespians from the Central High School dramatics club, talked me into being a counselor at an overnight camp.

It was a co-ed camp.  It was the summer of Woodstock, 1969.  

Man's First Walk on the Moon

It was the summer man first set foot on the Moon.  It was 47 miles from Philadelphia; in the woods.  It was a twenty-four hours a day job for eight weeks.  Pay wasn't so good when you divided it by 1,344 work hours. 

Source:Ilene Goldman Litz

I did have a room that I shared with just ten eight-nine year olds 
and another counselor.  The building was the shape of the letter H.  
Our bunk was connected with the ten/eleven year olds bunk and 
their two counselors, by a doorless shower room and four toilets. 
 Privacy didn't exist in the bunks.

Steve Goldy Goldman with Stacy Goldstein Rich, Suzie Wexler Arnowitz and Debbie Goldman Holden
Source:

Steve Goldy Goldsmith

Camp had girls and girl counselors. on the other side of the field, 
that we saw everyday.  The fields were dark enough at night that 
you couldn't see anyone.  

Rockhill was where the children were Jewish and I was not.  

I will never forget my days with those schmucks at Camp Rockhill - "Health & Happiness in the Highlands"

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Steve Goldy Goldsmith

Working in the '60s

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.

Testors Enamal

I also painted house numbers on the sidewalk down by the curb with Testors paints from my plastic model kits.

EXPRESS-TIMES PHOTOS | JIM DEEGAN

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.

Bourget Bros

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.

Huffington Post

The next year I filled in delivering Philadelphia Evening and Sunday Bulletin newspapers for a different friend.

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.

Debeaked chicken

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.   

Carpet warehouse and workroom

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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