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Your Grandfather's Apprenticeship

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daclark - 21 Jul 2006 19:11 GMT
Grandfather was a Kentucky hill boy, born in 1900, whose family owned
the local corn mill.  There was virtually no paper currency and very
little hard money, so the local economy was based upon the barter of
corn.  This made the family much like the local banker, and they became
well to do by that standard of exchange.
Rather than having to hoe the family tobacco, grandfather had the
option of choosing trade, and at the age of thirteen, apprenticed
himself to the local blacksmith.  By the time he was in his early
twenties, Grandfather had the reputation of being able to make and
build anything out of metal.
Hearing of this ability, Harvey Firestone came and hired Grandfather
out of the blacksmith's shop and took him to Ohio, where the first
tire building machine was constructed in Firestone's garage.
But, Grandfather's apprenticeship never ended; he went on to
establish seventeen manufacturing plants in the US, three in Europe,
and established the rubber plantations in India and Southeast Asia.
Today, D-line at the Des Moines plant, now owned by Bridgestone, still
utilizes ten machines hand built by my Grandfather.  My own father was
the leading light of the national rubber workers union, until it was
busted.
The ethic of apprenticeship, which is the subject of my dissertation,
is well founded in this story.  Until the last few generations, the
bond between father and son, grandfather and grandson, was cemented in
the love of sharing the knowledge and understanding of their
craft...through the daily experience of honest labor.
An acquaintance, a seventh generation woodcarver, said it best.  "If
I tell you it's Chippendale, it's Chippendale...not because of
conformity to design...but because I use the same tool and the same
technique that I learned from my grandfather, who learned from his
grandfather, who learned from his grandfather...who was there.
What was your grandfather's trade?

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clintonG - 22 Jul 2006 03:41 GMT
Grandfather did not have to be concerned with fascism and diversity which
have been used to corrupt freedom and liberty during our contemporary times
but it would be interesting to learn what type of adversity Grandfather had
to learn to cope with as history does repeat itself.

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> Grandfather was a Kentucky hill boy, born in 1900, whose family owned
> the local corn mill.  There was virtually no paper currency and very
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> LivingTrade.org
> http:/groups.google.com/group/senior-apprentice
Matt Barrow - 27 Jul 2006 03:26 GMT
> Grandfather did not have to be concerned with fascism and diversity which
> have been used to corrupt freedom and liberty during our contemporary
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>        NET csgallagher AT metromilwaukee.com
>        URL http://www.metromilwaukee.com/clintongallagher/

Clint, this guys an internet troll with severe mental problems.

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Montrose, CO (MTJ)

daclark - 27 Jul 2006 04:44 GMT
> Clint, this guys an internet troll with severe mental problems.

Matt, you are an arrogant little faggot, who lurks after people with
legitimate purpose, trying to disrupt their private business for your
own gratification...if that is not the description of a troll, I don't
know what is.
But, you will be happy to know that the research experiment is over
this week...and you didn't have a thing to do with it.  You are just a
statistic on the stupid side of the page.
You are a petty little man, who sits at somebody else's desk, in
somebody else's office, doing the bidding of somebody else...and that
is all you will ever be...until he finds you wasting his time here.
daclark
daclark - 22 Jul 2006 23:14 GMT
In reply to this story, somebody wrote, "he sure as hell wasn't a union

organizer..."
Well, that presents a rather interesting story as well.
Being the son-in-law of a company man, my Father was a company man too,

and was central to union negotiations in 1952.  Shortly after the deal
was signed and delivered, the company ordered my Father to subvert the
contract he had just delivered in some way or another that has never
been made perfectly clear to me; he refused and the result was my
Father was summarily fired from the company.
The next day, the local union walked out, and three days later the
entire nation, all seventeen plants were on the street in wildcat
strike.  The company held out for three weeks before relenting and
giving my Father his job back.
But from that day forward, he was no longer a company man.  His clock
number was 396, and he spent thirty years building tires on the line.
It is not a pleasant job, and since the demise of the union, it is even

less so.
Every year, when I was a kid, a delegation from the national union
would show up at our door, asking if he would stand for national
election, but he always refused.  And, if that respondent's father had
as much character as mine...
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