This is a pin that my dad wore to work. It looks more like a prison badge! I don't remember that he worked for Acme Steel Co. I was too young at the time to know where he worked. We lived in Chicago and I'm wondering what the Riverdale refers to. Was this a subsidiary of Acme Steel? It's funny that this badge is so similar to the one on the woman in the Sepia Saturday theme photo.
I also don't remember that he was that short. 5' 8" is pretty short. He seemed really tall to me.
My dad died at the very young age of 42. I was15 at the time. Things were never quite the same after that.
We had this desk in Chicago that was later involved in all our moves. The desk now resides in my overflowing garage. When I open the middle drawer, it's almost like a shrine to my dad. That's where this badge was. Here's some other things from his work:
He was a design engineer so I can guess that he got lots of use out of this compass and that really thick pencil, too. The two rocks at the top were probably some that he found on one of our rock-hounding trips in the desert. He loved rocks - he should have been a geologist. And if you look really hard at the right of the drawer you'll see my ancient skate key. Remember those?
The red box contains some small wrenches. The ruler is mine. My dad only used one of those fancy kind of rulers that open up several times. I don't know where Julie's was. Those matches look too new to be his and besides he didn't smoke.
This is how he probably looked when he went off to work each day. My mom said that he always took his lunch to work with him - a cheese sandwich. Every day!! Never deviating. I don't think it's because he loved cheese so much as that he loved to save money.
He didn't just work at Acme Steel. He worked at home too. Here he is building a garage in the backyard of our new house in South Chicago:
He wasn't much of a handy man. My mother was the one that did all the repairs around the house. But he did manage to get this garage built, with the help of several of his friends and probably my mother. And he was so proud of it.
I also found this portrait that someone did of my dad. I have no idea who, but it's a pretty good likeness:
But most of all, I remember my dad as a real family man. That's what he worked at the hardest. Since he had grown up in an orphanage, he really devoted himself to us kids.
|My sister Barbara on the left, me in the middle and my brother Bob on the right, about 1945.|
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