Those Working Days Recalled…
November 2022
There sure were a lot of those working days! Somehow, we were blessed to be in our 21st year of retirement as I began writing this page, having sold our business in 2002.
During my childhood, I always wanted to become a truck driver. I don’t know where that notion came from, but it was pretty deeply embedded in me. I used to get in trouble in elementary school for drawing pictures of trucks in class.
But after graduating from high school there was no way for me to learn the trade. We didn’t know anyone who drove big rigs, and if they had truck schools back then, I never knew about them.
So, for about ten years I knocked around from one job I didn’t really care for to another. I was an apprentice carpenter, a warehouseman/furniture delivery driver of a box truck, a blue print machine operator, an assembler, a loan company employee and eventually a loan office manager, a milker at a large dairy, and several other jobs. The last job I had before I finally learned to drive truck was selling door to door as a salesman for the Fuller Brush Company, and I did pretty well at that.
It was during those days of knocking on doors and selling home goods that I met a fella at a truck lot in my neighborhood. He introduced me to a driver who agreed to teach me to drive logging trucks. I spent three months with him, learning to haul logs from the woods to the mills.
The is the old 1960s model Peterbilt on which I learned to drive big rigs. It was a rugged ol’ truck that spent much of its life climbing and descending and bouncing along logging roads in the woods of Northern Kalifornistan. Photo C. 1971
Once I was learned the trade and was driving for the log hauling outfit, it didn’t take long to tire of the that type of driving. It was dangerous, hard, dirty work. Too much of the driving was over muddy, rough. old logging roads in the forests of Northern Kalifornistan. It wasn’t even a year, as I recall, ’til I quit the log hauling outfit and went to work for a trucking outfit that hauled lumber and plywood from mills in Northern Kalifornistan to the Los Angeles area. I was off the logging roads and on asphalt and concrete, and I considered that a big improvement!
One of the rigs I drove hauling lumber from Northern to Southern Kalifornistan. Photo C. 1974
I enjoyed such work, and spent many days and nights on the road. When I found time to sleep, I often slept in the sleeper of my truck. My days off were usually one or two per week or perhaps it would be ten days or two weeks before I’d get a day or two off. I spent pretty much the decade of the 1970s driving trucks, and enjoyed my work. The only drawback was that driving big rigs and sleeping when I could was about all I did.
After a divorce in the mid 1970s, and being back on my own, I wanted some free time to socialize and find a new love. To that end, I began a lawn care business in 1980. The trucking outfit I drove for allowed me to slowly wind down my trucking days as I grew my lawn business.
My first gardening truck before my sis came up with the name Earthcare. We were eventually incorporated as Earthcare Services. Photo C. 1981
Within a year I was doing yard maintenance full time and gave up the truck driving job entirely. Still, to this day, driving truck was my favorite job of all time even though the rewards of running my own businesses were much greater.
The lawn business grew and grew and became quite successful. My brother-in-law, John, joined me about a year or so after I was working full time in the business.
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As the years rolled by I grew the business to include a sales business of commercial lawnmowers and I sold them like hotcakes. The Walker mower models I sold back then now sell for up to nearly $20,000.
At a mower shop in Modesto, CA where we purchased some of our lawn maintenance power equipment, the owner showed me a Walker Mower brochure. Max Walker, father of Bob and Dean Walker, had visited that shop trying to sign them up as dealers. The owner of the shop declined the dealership, but fortunately, he showed me the brochure.
The moment I first saw a photo of a Walker mower in that brochure, I knew we had to have one. I was very impressed by its design and knew it would be a real profit maker for the gardening business.
Once I was aware of the Walker mowers, I contacted the company president, Bob Walker, at the factory in Colorado and soon had a deal to buy one mower at dealer cost, with the understanding that I would sell another within a certain time period. I don’t recall whether it was one or three months. (It’s been well over 40 years ago!) Our agreement was that if I didn’t sell a Walker within the time period, I’d send the factory the difference between dealer cost and the normal retail price of our first Walker Mower, and would not become a dealer. But I soon sold one to the city parks department where we lived, and our Walker Mower dealership was born!
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As I began selling the Walker Mowers, I drove around our five county territory demonstrating its unique, money making features. I would simply drive up to a location where a lawn maintenance contractor was working, and offer to mow for him for free. They often stood wide-eyed in amazement at the Walker mower’s efficiency.
Hello Dale~
What a WONDERFUL recount of your working years!!! It was amazing how well a salesman you were! Sounds like you could of sold freezers to Eskimos! lol
I really enjoyed this writing. I hope all is well with your health. I was just thinking about you the other day as I hadn’t seen anything for Thanksgiving.
Jim and I wish you and LaVonne well and have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Sandy and Jim Aerts
Hi Sandy and Jim –
Nope, not much happening with the coach these days other than just sitting in the RV lot. But we did take it to our son’s place over Thanksgiving. That story I posted on existing page, so it didn’t send out notifications. It is here:
We’re planning on the same for Christmas, so there’ll be a story added then. I just don’t think there’s enough to start a new page when we just go twenty or so miles for one night.
I’m planning to head for Texas in January, as usual. If diesel prices don’t come down by then, I may rethink that trip. Here at home the stuff sells for as much as $6./20! I just can’t bring myself to pay that kind of money.
Thanks again for the visit.
-Dale