Written by Nick Creasey
I DECIDED THE BEST SUMMER JOB WAS BEING A LFEGUARD. SO, I MOSIED ON DOWN TO MIDLAND PARKS AND REC AND BEGGED SCOOTER AULD FOR A JOB. I HAD NO QUALIFICATIONS AND WAS UNWILLING TO TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. HE SAID OK, AND OFFERED ME A JOB AS THE CLEANUP BOY AT HALFF POOL. IT PAID 69 CENTS AN HOUR, 1.5 HOURS A DAY. I THINK HE WAS TRYING TO DISCOURAGE ME. BY THE END OF THE SUMMER I WAS ON THE STAND— MAKING 69 CENTS AN HOUR.
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Written by John McElligott
My first summer job…. and my worst!
My summer work began when my mother became the Postmaster of Terminal Texas. My mother’s assistants were the Terminal Police Chief’s wife and Rosemary Roberson, who’s son, Don (MHS 64), became a decorated Army hero in Vietnam. So, my first job was putting up the American flag at the post office every morning.
I was assisted by both of my brothers, Bruce and Tom. Later, I became the “rock rake man”, since the new road came from Highway 80 direct to the Airport. No grass, just red dirt and rocks. I hated raking rocks with a passion, but got 25 cents a week. In 1958, I knew I wanted to expand my horizons, since rocks and dirt were not my idea of fun.