Originally Posted by SidecarFlip
My dad was a toolmaker at Cleveland Twist. He met my mom there during WWII. He had a deferment because the work he did was vital to the war movement so he joined the Coast Guard auxillary and patrolled the Great Lakes when he wasn't working.
He died in an industrial accident at Cleveland Twist when I was almost 17 so I never really got to spend a lot of time with him but I still have his tools and his tool box to this day. Before he died he advanced to the department head prototype development.
Mom retired from CT. She's been gone about 15 years now. She worked in final inspection and then in the office in billing.
When I have to buy tooling that Cleveland Twist manufactures, it always comes from there. I don't ever look at cost, I consider them family.
Might have told you but I took my apprenticeship at Standard Products in Cleveland Ohio and earned my Journeymans Card in tool and die making. That was a long time ago but it still seems like yesterday.
Time flies. Like my good friend said to me, "take a tape measure, run it out to 100 and put your finger on your age. Look at 100, you most likely won't live that long. Then look back to the beginning of the tape. Amazing how much time you wasted and how little you have left...... Smart guy my friend is.
I must say, it has been fun for ther most part, but I don't want a repeat performance.
I've actually been in three apprenticeships. First one was actually in sheet metal work, and the two of us were like fire and ice. Was asked to take their entrence test, so I did it on a whim, and was the top scorer. Did a little over two thirds of it, when Uncle Sam came knocking on the door. Went to some then unknown garden spots on the otherside of the planet. During mail call one day I get a large envelope from my mother with a registered letter inside it. They terminated that apprenticeship because I had not shown up for eight months (I swear you can't make this up!). The Union hall ran the apprenticeship program along with a select group from management. I laughed about it, and my squad leader said they can't do that! I said hey look here, they already did a month ago. But if you guys will let me go home I think I can fix it (this was right in the middle of TET 1968). Next day I get a visit from a very nervous JAG officer out of Chu Lai. He said he'd fix the problem. About three to four weeks later he shows up down by Quang Nghai, and he real nervous. Said he had a letter of response in flight, and he'd get word to me when it arrived. About a week later they send me north to Chu Lai to see this guy. He said that when they paid a visit to the joint apprenticeship office in Indy, they threw them out physically. The next day they showed up again in force with U.S. Marshells and the MP's. Took three guys to jail, and shut the entire apprenticeship program down cold! After they finally let them out of jail (held them for three days), and paid a serious fine for assualting a uniformed JAG officer and his civillian aid. They write up a certified letter that had at least a dozen signatures on it telling me that anytime in my entire life that I decide to return to the program I will become the number one person of interests. I never bothered to go back! First job ap I applied for, I was asked to take their apprenticeship test (when I came home). Test was the typical US Government crap, and was easy. They thought I was cheating. Asked me to do another while they watched me thru a two way mirror. Then had me take a third battery of test the next day. I took the Machinest Repair deal. Later I did a Machine Builders apprenticeship. Seemed like I never stopped going to classes for about thirty years (there's lots of things yet to be learned)
On the otherhand, My Dad was a tool maker from Curtiss Wright in Indy. They did the variable pitch props there. He said the place was a sweat shop. He applied for a job at the Allison Engine Company, and they hired him right away. He was to start Jan. 2nd, 1942! So much for that idea! They froze his job, and wouldn't allow him in the military (he was later found to be 4F anyway). He finally got that job after the war ended.
In my first apprenticeship (I really don't claim anything to do with the sheet metal one) I worked with the guy that discovered how to knock out Tiger tanks in Europe. Worked with an old man that was the master machinest for the Dusenberg Brothers at Indy building race cars (this all ties in together later), and the Stutze Bearcat racing team. I told Joe that my Dad and Harry Miller were close friends, and my Dad was the guy who machined the first Miller 91 engines for them. Joe knew Harry and probably met my Dad somewhere along the way. The other guys were out of the ship building yards, and they snatched them up in January 1942 for an all expense trip to Pearl Harbor. One tough generation!