Farmer: worked on his father's farm
Logger: with Joseph Wiley Roberts Jr.
Friedman Jewelers: Street jewelry salesman.
Union Bag (Union Camp): 21 years
Altman Sales: Furniture company owned by Harry Altman. Sold on the street to low
income and collected payments each month.
Herbert's Sales: Owned a furniture company at the southeast corner of Gwinnett Street at
Harmon Street in Savannah. Sold and financed low income customers and
collected payments each month.
Lawn Care: Owned a lawn business
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life Stories: Compiled by Gary M. Roberts
Dad use to tell us that when he was a boy, he would spend all day building himself a new toy. Store-bought toys were almost unheard of at the time, so they made up their fun. Often, when he would finish the toy, he would show it to his older brother, Edgar to gain approval. The thing was, Edgar never gave his approval and dad knew that, but he would ask anyway.
After examining the new toy for several minutes, Edgar would always shake his head and say, "my god, I thought you had something."
This would infuriate dad, and he would break the toy he had spent all day building, much to the delight of Edgar.
As a boy, dad and other boys played a game where you, ride a tree. It involved climbing to the top of a tree that was strong enough to hold you, yet you could make it bend to the ground with your weight by leaning.
One day dad and one of his friends decided to tackle a tree together. His friend went to the top of the tree and dad followed. After leaning on the tree and swinging out to force it to bend, the tree broke instead. Dad hit the ground first, and the other boy fell on top of him.
The other boy got up laughing until he got a look a dad. He had fallen on a small sapling that went through his back, puncturing his lung. He also received a broken nose and concussion.
Once, when he was working as a logger, he was riding his drag-mule in the woods. The mule knew the way, so he wasnít paying attention to what was going on and didnít see a hornetís nest until he hit it with his head.
He and the mule both got stung and the mule bucked and ran, causing dad to fall off. Dad figured he was in for a long walk home that day after the mule ran off, figuring the mule would run all the way home. To dadís surprise, the mule soon came back. It seems there were several hornets still stuck to the muleís face stinging him and he wanted dadís help. Taking a stick dad brushed the hornets from the muleís face.
He said he had a new respect for that mule after that. He always figured it to be a dumb animal but it was smart enough to come to him for help.