As published in “Master Paperhanger Magazine”
1935, at the height of the depression, at a train station in Egg Harbor, NJ. A young man talks to his father:
“Yes, dad. I’m taking the train to New Brunswick. I’ve got a hundred and ten dollars. I’m getting married.”
“What are you going to do for a living?”
“I’m going in the painting business.”
“What do you know about painting?”
“Not a damned thing. But I’m going to learn awful fast.”
And so it started. A twenty-one-year-old man left home to get married and raise a family. In order to support his family he went into business with his father-in-law, knocking on doors in the middle of the depression telling people, “Your house looks like it could use a coat of paint. We can do that for you.” He was too young to understand that people didn’t have a nickel for a loaf of bread, let alone the money to paint their house. But he sold a job. He was on his way. He never looked back.