I didn't do much in the way of making a living, surely not anything as exciting and rewarding as some of you have seen and done.
I was raised around a service station and garage so I pumped a lot of gas when I was little, back when both cars and some service stations had gravity feed for their fuel supply. The modern electric pumps and cars with fuel pumps were in short supply in some parts of the country although they did exist in groves in the larger towns and more heavily populated areas.
When I was a teen I hauled hay and worked one summer helping my grandpa as a plumber's helper.
I didn't like digging ditches or playing in stopped up sewer and septic lines so I didn't persue that vocation.:barf:
All I knew was service station work and that's what I did for a while after getting married at sixteen.
Then I had a chance to go to work in a machine shop. Did that for a while and then due to circumstances I worked as a janitor for the Tulsa Public Schools.
After a while at that I started working part time in the machine shop again while staying on as a janitor.
Did a six month stint in the Army going through boot and then getting MOS training and when I was released from active duty I went back into the machine shop.
Shakespeare had started a large manufacturing facility in Fayetville Arkansas and I got on there as an apprentice automatic screw machine operator. They wouldn't advance me as fast as I was learning so I got fed up and moved back to Tulsa where I went to work for a medium sized shop with a small screw machine department and that's where I got my jump start on my vocation as I was pretty much on my own as no one except the owner knew anything about the screw machines.
I taught myself how to layout and make the cams for the Brown and Sharpes and layouts for the Warner Swazey 6 spindle as well as how to take 'em apart, fix 'em, and put 'em back together again so they would do what they were supposed to do.
I was an Automatic Screw Machine Mechanic and general machinist and toolmaker, loved my work but didn't always like my job.
When I was 54 after I hurt my back I went for my GED and went for the Gold so to speak.
I was elected to the National Adult Education Society as well as earning a two year fully paid
scholarship at TCC, our local Jr. College which I didn't take advantage of for several reasons.
The company where I hurt my back put me in a toolmaker's position where I worked for another year before re-injuring my back and had to go on disability and consequently retiring.