MY DAD part 6

When Dad got home from the Philippines in February 1946, he was mustered out immediately.  Mom and I were living in her parents house on Hopkins Avenue in Norwood - that wasn't going to work for long.

My grandfather, Harry (who we all called Pa), was a draftsman/designer of sorts.  He worked for R.K. LeBlond which was located on the site of the current Rookwood Shopping Center.  LeBlond was a world famous machine-tool manufacturer.  Harry got dad a job there in their factory.  They were able to travel to work together on a bus.  My grandfather never owned or drove an automobile in his lifetime.

Dad operated a lathe which made metal parts.  Machines weren't automated then like they are now.  The lathe operator had to continually check his work with a micrometer.  It was tedious, dirty work which required you to stand on your feet all day.

Mom and Dad purchased the house (the only house they ever owned) in which I was raised in April.   They eventually came up with a car - a Buick, I think and I'm not sure exactly when.  Bus/trolley transportation was the norm.  I remember my Mom learning how to drive in that car in about 1950 or later.  Her younger sister Joyce, a registered nurse, tried to learn how to drive in it just after that but failed and never drove in her lifetime.

Pa got Dad into the LeBlond bowling league.  They bowled every Friday night in the Fall, Winter and Spring at Mergards Bowling and Billiards in Walnut Hills.  Pa was the league secretary for about forty years.  I spent many a Friday night there.

A side note:  As a freshman in high school, I got on an intramural bowling team and we bowled at the same Mergards.
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