Ed, a most enjoyable fellow worker.

One of the guys working there who I became  friends with was the general handyman. He knew everything about the foundry and taught me a lot. He had a great hobby. Flying machines towed by cars! I went out to the airport in the valley once to see what it was all about. Fascinating.

Ed (the Handyman]

Those of my fellow workers who disliked me played all sorts of tricks on me so that my work would be shoddy and could get me fired. (which is what they wanted). I couldn’t get the molds right and was getting mighty depressed when the foreman came by and asked me why wasn’t I doing such and such before making the work? I said I’d never heard of this requirement. He gave the teachers shit. After this I began producing good stuff.

After the molds had been poured they spent a while cooling off before they were broken up. They were dumped on a vibrating screen which took the sand downstairs and left the metal objects to be washed and cleaned. Dirty work.

The foundry was modern and worked mainly in aluminum with the occasional foray into bronze or brass. I was clean and well ventilated. I mention this because after this foundry closed I found a job in another foundry. Iron and old hat. The hot metal was poured by hand and the place existed on one floor with sand an dust everywhere. Outside was a giant pile of iron-bathtubs, old cars, junk of all sort. But that’s another story.

One thing that was common in both foundries was the Furnaceman. He had to work near stupendous heat all day long. Starting work he would put on his work clothes. They were, from the start,  burnt and torn with splashes of metal. Skinny and undernourished it affected his mind as well. The furnace men that I worked with were always on the edge of lunacy. Sometimes this came out as anger (nobody would challenge a furnace man) but mostly non-stop talking. Sentences that didn’t make any sense.

To some of the workers there I was known as the boss’s kid and they resented that. They tried to trip me up whenever possible. After I started working in the machine shop they’re opportunities almost disappeared. However, at lunch I was the recipient of endless jibes. It got quite tiresome. Once when we ran out of work machining I was detailed to work with these guys making molds. As I said before, the sand came from up above and all you had to do was shake it into the molds. The molds were pretty simple. You filled two halves, one bottom, one top, and put the facsimile between them. then you pressed the two halves together with a kind of hydraulic machine. You opened them, removed the object and sprayed the tops of both halves with something that would harden. These were left to dry for an hour or so before the metal was poured.

Eventually a place in the machine shop opened up and I was introduced to the work of refining the stuff that the foundry produced. I met the man who was in charge of the work. He was 80 years old! Still functioning, he told me that if he ever quit he would die. (And this was true. When the owner died and the place went up for sale he lost his job and promptly expired) He only worked half a day and would come in late and work the lathe until he got tired and went home. Good man! Taught me a lot of stuff. I mainly worked the drill press.

I drew this in 1962!