As i had mentioned in the previous post we lived in the garage apartment that belonged to Kathleen's parents. The picture shows me doing some work on the window screens. This apt helped us tremendously because they did not charge us any rent. My job with Nabisco went well and we managed to get by on my salary for the time being. Our neighbors were great and offered a lot of encouragement to us. As the year progressed we were able to do a lot of things that we enjoyed. We would spend time with our friends and enjoyed playing cards. Since our apartment was two rooms, a small kitchen and a bedroom, we ate often with Kathleen's family. My mom would come and visit occasionally. It was difficult for her to get around but she enjoyed being out. She had close friends back at home that she was with a lot and this helped her from getting lonely. Getting near the end of the year a neighbor of ours worked at Colonial Bakery. He suggested that i apply for a job with them. He was the Union rep. and told me what i could earn working there. I had earlier posted about my first day there and spent the day reworking bread boxes. If you will recall at the end of the day i was hired and the other fellow who had applied was told he was not needed. I hated leaving Nabisco but it seemed that opportunities came my way and i felt the need move on. I might comment here that every job i have ever had has been a challenge but i have enjoyed everyone of them. I was never afraid of challenges and worked harder mainly because of my educational background.
In November i would become eighteen and have to register for the draft. In the meantime, i worked at the bakery pinning diapers on the flies to keep them from messing on the pies. No, just a joke, i ran a slicing and bread wrapping machine. The only problem at the bakery was having to work late some nights and having to walk home from Cantrell to 22nd st in NLR. It was scary walking cross the river on the unlit railroad bridge but someone upstairs kept me safe. Thank you Lord.