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My earliest work
experience was
doing chores
around the
house. My main
chores was
taking out the
trash, burning
the papers and
keeping my room
straightened
up..
My mom was a
Stanley Dealer
so there were
plenty of boxes
to burn. I would
situate them
like houses and
start the fire
and then would
try to beat out
the fire with a
stick.
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My first
paying
job was
picking
strawberries
at
McCloskey’s
farm one
summer
which
was
about 4
or 5
miles
from my
place. I
think I
was in
the 7th
Grade. I
made 10
cents a
quart. |
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I sold
Grit
Newspapers for a
while to
my
neighbors
delivering
them on
my
bicycle.
I was in
the 8th
grade.
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I
trimmed
Pine
Trees at
VT New's
in
Hartstown,
PA one
summer.
My
friend
Ken from
Fredonia
got me
the job
along
with 2
other
Fredonia
guys,
Jerry
and
Walter.
I was in
the 10th
grade
and
drove
our 1966
Red
Station
Wagon to work. |
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Between
my 11th
and 12th
grade
year at
school
my
football
coach
got me
and my
cousin a
job at
White
Rock
Silica
Sand Co.
in
Greenville,
PA.
That
was a
workout.
I broke
rock
with a
sledge
hammer,
drove a
dilapidated
dump
truck
with
only one
door (my
side)
down and
dumped
the
rocks in
the
crusher
where my
cousin
worked
scrapping
the
rocks
into the
crusher.
I also
would
drill
holes in
the
rocks
that
were too
big
break
with a
jack
hammer.
Then we
would
cut
fuses,
crimp
blasting
caps on
the
fuses
and then
insert
the fuse
into a
stick of
dynamite.
The
smell of
the nitro in
the
dynamite
would
give me
a
headache.
The
dynamite
we were
using
was either 40 or 60% nitro.
We
put the
dynamite
in the
holes of
the
rocks.
Then we
would light
the
fuses. We would
start
from the
back of
the pile
and move
toward where we
had parked the
truck (we had
the truck bed
tilted up).
There were
usually
2 or 3
of us. We
got to
be
competitive
to see
who
could
light
the most
fuses.
Not a
good
thing to
be
competitive
at. We
would
keep
pushing
the
limit
and stay
a little
longer
to get a
few more
fuses
lit.
Once I
stayed
too long
and the
dynamite
started
going
off in
the back
moving
forward.
A rock
hit my
hand and
that
speeded
me up.
That
ended
that
competition.
I made
$1.65 an
hour. |
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In the
summer
after my
high
school
graduation
I got a
job at
Mercer
Alloys
at a
factory
about 2
miles
from my
place. I
ran a
Pig
Machine
making
metal
ingots.
The
furnace
would
blow up
on
occasion
and
there
would be
down
time with nothing
to do
for a
while. I
learned
to drive
a big
piece of
equipment
and
would
take out
the smug
pots and
empty
them.
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Jobs
while in
College
I worked at a Minute Man Gas Station in Greenville, PA, 6 miles
from
home. I
worked
Friday &
Saturday
nights
from
Midnight
to 7 AM.
I also worked
at our
church
camp,
Camp
Judson
for 2
summers
as a
counselor.
I also worked
as a
stock
boy at Bish's
Golden
Dawn
Grocery
Store
just
over the
PA
border
into
Ohio. It
was
about 12
miles
from
home.
I then worked
at White
Rock
Silica
Sand Co.
again in
the
winter.
I made
$1.75 an
hour.
The only
time I
spent on
main
campus
was for
summer
school
at Edinboro
State
College.
I cut
grass in
exchange
for a
room to
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After
graduating
from
college
in 1974
I got a
job at
the
Chicago
Bridge &
Iron
where my
dad
worked.
I worked
there
for
7
days. |
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In
August
1974 I
was
hired to
teach
5th
Grade in
Whitesville
WV. I
taught
there
from
1974 to
1990.
I also
taught
Computers
to the
8th
graders. After
returning
back to
PA I
subbed
for 26
days
from
9-1990 to
3-1991
locally.
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I
started
ACW
Productions
my last
year in
WV and
still
operate
it
today. |
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In 1994
& 1995 I
coached
along
with my
best
friend
George
the
girls
and guys
varsity
basketball
teams at
Sharon
Christian
Academy
a
Christian
school
in
Sharon
PA.
I
also
taught
computers
there.
It was
about 14
miles
from
home. |
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In 2021
a local
businessman
asked
about
helping
out at
the
local
drive
in,
Reynolds
Drive In.
It was
around
the
corner
from
where I
grew up.
Since
then I
have
worked
there as
a
projectionist
in the
summers.
Note:
The
Theater
was
built in
1947 and
my dad
and
Uncle
Joe ran
the
projectors
for Carl,
the
owner.
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