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Every day it was the same the same pressing machine my hand pulling down the lever the two pieces of the secateurs pressed together. Brain numbing eye blinding work. My father up on the right riveting pulling down a lever moment after moment no relief. Radio pushing out pop pulp. Other guys behind each doing their own brain numbing work in sequence. I thinking of other things about jazz about playing my sax once I got home listening to Trane or Miles. My father (unknown to us becoming tired due to cancer). Some jerks behind taking the **** out of my hard of hearing father. I had ago at them I would have punched them but needed to keep the job and keep it cool. My father not hearing or knowing or if he had would have had them and lost his job not a good thing at his age. A year later he died from the cancer. I working some place else felt the deep loss and pain. I'd have punched those jerks if I had my time again.
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
EVERY DAY 1967
Every day it was the same the same pressing machine my hand pulling down the lever the two pieces of the secateurs pressed together. Brain numbing eye blinding work. My father up on the right riveting pulling down a lever moment after moment no relief. Radio pushing out pop pulp. Other guys behind each doing their own brain numbing work in sequence. I thinking of other things about jazz about playing my sax once I got home listening to Trane or Miles. My father (unknown to us becoming tired due to cancer). Some jerks behind taking the **** out of my hard of hearing father. I had ago at them I would have punched them but needed to keep the job and keep it cool. My father not hearing or knowing or if he had would have had them and lost his job not a good thing at his age. A year later he died from the cancer. I working some place else felt the deep loss and pain. I'd have punched those jerks if I had my time again.
WORKING WITH MY FATHER. 1967
TerryCollett
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
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