Saturday, September 4, 2021

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun -- What Was Your First Real Job?

 Calling all Genea-Musings Fans:

It's Saturday Night again -
Time for some more Genealogy Fun!!


Here is your assignment if you choose to play along (cue the Mission Impossible music):


1)  It's Labor Day weekend in the USA.  Do you have memories of your first real job?  What and where was it?  What did you learn from it?  How did it affect the rest of your life?


2)  Tell us in your own blog post, in a comment to this blog post, or on Facebook.  Be sure to leave a comment with a link to your blog post on this post.

Here's mine:

My first "real" job was working for my favorite football team, the San Diego Chargers, during the summer of 1963. 

I didn't apply for it, it just happened by luck. I was 19 and hanging out that summer with another guy, named Randy Lee, who had a car (I didn't) and we were having fun riding around, listening to the radio, going to the beach, and playing music on his pirate radio station. His father was an independent TV producer, and was part of an investment group that owned a dude ranch in the San Diego backcountry called "Rough Acres Ranch." There were about 20 cabins with 4 bunk beds each, a kitchen, a program building, and several football sized fields.

In the first weekend of training camp, Randy's dad took us out there on a Saturday to see the team practice. We got there just in time for lunch, and when we walked in, Sid Gillman (the coach) came over to meet us and asked Randy's dad "So are these my new camp boys? I need two." His dad said to us, "well, what do you think? Want to give it a try?" Of course, Randy and I said yes. We stayed that night and learned the ropes and looked agog at the players we knew only from the newspaper and TV.

The Chargers were started in 1960 and played in Los Angeles for a year. Then they moved to San Diego and were the AFL Western champs in 1961, losing the championship game to Houston. In 1962, the team faded when QB Jack Kemp (yep, that Jack Kemp) got hurt and they finished out of the playoffs. In 1963, Sid Gillman claimed that they had to get tougher - so it was out to Rough Acres Ranch, a curfew during the week, no women, just work hard, and get strong - the players...they didn't care about the camp boys that much.  

Our jobs were to sweep and mop the floors and clean the toilets every day in our assigned set of rooms. I think we probably had 10 rooms each. Our bosses were several San Diego State football players who worked for the team.  We did this while the team was at morning practice. In the afternoon, we could watch the practice. After dinner, the players would sit outside in small groups and shoot the bull, play cards, or pull stunts. The favorite stunt was for some country boys to get a rattlesnake rattle, put it on a stick, find some city boys sitting around and try to scare them - it usually worked! The other stunt was to catch a scorpion in something (like a bottle or bag), wait until the targets were in their room with the door open (no A/C then), and then toss the scorpion into the room - you should have seen the big guys scramble to get on their bunks and not get stung by this little guy with his stinger running around the room.

For a young San Diego sports fan, this was an ideal job! I got to see and know (well, sometimes it was a "hi kid"!) Sid Gillman (head coach), Al Davis (coach), John Madden (coach), John   Hadl (QB),   Tobin Rote (QB), Lance Alworth (WR), Dave Kocourek (TE), Paul Lowe (RB), Keith Lincoln (RB), Ernie Ladd (DT), Earl Faison (DE), Chuck Allen (LB), Frank Buncom (LB), Charlie McNeil (CB), and many others - now I can't remember the names off the top of my head.

The job for me was 6 weeks long. My friend Randy Lee lasted about 4 days - he hurt his back and went home to recover. I don't remember how much I made - perhaps $50 a week plus room and board. And free pre-season tickets for my brother and I. I brought a rattlesnake skin home as a trophy - my folks hung the smelly thing outside, and when the flies came around, my 8-year brother caught them for his turtle.

The most memorable experience was the night that Ernie Ladd (6'9" tall, 300 pounds, he was later a pro wrestler) came to camp. The team had a special long bed built for him, but hadn't ordered extra length sheets. Ernie was a holdout until the last week of camp, and when he signed, we had no warning. We were already in our room in bed after 9 p.m., when there was a knock on the window and a gruff voice saying "Hey kid, make mah bed!" I scrambled, found some sheets and a blanket, and hurried over to his room and made the bed and quickly disappeared without hearing a "thanks, kid" from Big Ernie.

One of the players made friends with most of the camp boys, and he took us out hiking and hunting in the evening and early morning. We climbed the hills, looking for snakes and rabbits, and saw several beautiful morning sunrises. Frank Buncom was a prototype linebacker, 6-2, 230 lbs, a big, well-spoken, happy black guy from Mississippi who graduated from college in 1962. He was in his second year, an up-and-coming player, and had a heart of gold and a tremendous hunger to prove himself on the field. Unfortunately, Frank was traded to Cincinnati in 1967 and died on the field of a heart attack in 1968. What a tragedy.


One fall day, I asked my mother if we could invite Frank over for dinner. She said OK, and I called him up through the Chargers office. He accepted and came by on the appointed night. My little brother wanted to play catch with a real football player, so we went out on 30th street and threw the football around. Scott was so nervous that he couldn't run his routes well - he was really awestruck by Frank. My father was too - he had never known many black people, and was amazed that Frank had a college degree and was looking forward to being a teacher. My mother really appreciated Frank that he had befriended me and broadened my world a little. I don't know what we had for dinner, but my brother and I have always remembered that evening.

The Chargers went 11-3 and were AFL champions in 1963, beating the Boston Patriots 51-10 at Balboa Stadium in San Diego. I was there with my brother. That is the only championship team in major league sports for a San Diego team. The Chargers finally made it to a Super Bowl in 1995, but lost to the 49ers by 49-23.

While the job was fun for me, and not mentally challenging like my college work was, it provided some spending money and raised my stature in the eyes of my parents and brothers. I "knew" the players on the team.  And I could say "I worked at the Chargers camp" when I went back to college.  Unfortunately, I do not have any photographs from this experience.

This was not the biggest or most important moment in my life - that would come later with marriage  and children. But it was my first step to independent living and I learned that I could stick with something and succeed on my own. I had a little help from a friend, but I did it my way (mixing my Beatles and Sinatra there, but you get the idea!).

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4 comments:

Janice M. Sellers said...

I didn't get to meet any celebrities at my first real job, but it was still pretty good!

http://www.ancestraldiscoveries.com/2021/09/saturday-night-genealogy-fun-what-was.html

Lisa S. Gorrell said...

Great first job, Randy! Here's mine, working at my high school.

https://mytrailsintothepast.blogspot.com/2021/09/saturday-night-genealogy-fun-what-was.html

Linda Stufflebean said...

Here is mine: https://emptybranchesonthefamilytree.com/2021/09/saturday-night-genealogy-fun-157/

Linda Stufflebean said...

What a great first job for a sports fan! You were in the right place at the right time. Here's mine, fun but not nearly as exciting:
https://emptybranchesonthefamilytree.com/2021/09/saturday-night-genealogy-fun-157/