Facsimile of the family car in the 1930's.

Credit Al Askevold with forwarding this picture.

My early work experience took place in a variety of settings. I began by mowing lawns in Kensett, Iowa and environs and delivering the Mason City Globe Gazette.
My next job was that of attendant at the Red Star Gas Station in Kensett. This was during World War II when one might buy either 3 or 5 gallons of gas depending on the coupon available.
The Onion fields around Albert Lea, Minnesota beckoned next after which I gravitated to the meat packing plants, in Albert Lea and Mason City, Iowa, for seasonal employment over four more years.
After military life, I hired on at the concrete block factory in Clear Lake, Iowa, my task being that of stacking cubes from the blocks that had been produced.
Several years, parts thereof, were spent as a gandy dancer on the Chicago, Rock Island and Pacific Railroad. We would yank out the old ties, replace them, drive spikes and finally dance on the gandies while tamping gravel under the ties. This was a most enjoyable time and we ate mexican each noon as our hispanic friends, making up the major part of the crew, made tacos the night before.
Construction work, as a hod carrier, carpenter's helper, and roofer completed this phase of my career. Perhaps none of these jobs were very self actualizing, yet were educational and validated what I came to discover, that people are pretty much the same, whether highly trained professionals or with virtually no time spent in academia. Admirable traits and also the warts are visible in either setting.

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