They asked all of the
ex-prisoners who were there for fifty volunteers for one evening and,
as we had always known that you never volunteer for anything in the
army they had quite a time coming up with fifty guys. As it turned
out, they were the lucky ones who each escorted a beauty contestant
to a large banquet one evening and the rest of the men were envious.
We attended meetings all week to help decide whether to stay in the
service or get a discharge. I had already made up my mind to get out
so gradually got all the necessary papers signed and got ready to
1eave for home. The parking there was limited and our car was in so
tight we couldn't get it out to use while there. My car was in the
back row with two rows in front of me. The cars were so close
together that they touched and I had to get the license plate numbers
of those in front and around me and hunt them up to move the cars.
The cars were so close together that the paint was scraped off both
sides of the car when we finally got it out. When we returned to
Canandaigua, we rented an apartment on North Main Street and became
friends with Len and Marcia Bobbins in the next apartment. They built
and lived in the house that I now own. I had to find a job, so went
back to Eastman Kodak, but the pay they could offer was about half of
what I could earn working with my father and Clarence so I decided to
paint.
I painted with my father and Clarence as Gordon had his own business
and Leon was working at Brigham Hall.
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