When the work on the farm ran out, Dad found some work in Greenbrier County again, the Daley Scrap and Foundry Company at Hines and we moved again, this time into one of a small group of old railroad camp cars, that had been abandoned by Meadow River Lumber Company at the old Midland camp near Charmco in Greenbrier county.

The pay at this job was a commission deal with Dad doing the work and Daley’s providing the truck and capital. It consisted of buying up old cars, mostly Model T Fords, which could be bought for about a dollar each, and cutting them up for scrap metal. He literally chopped them up by hand, using an old single-bit axe. The engine blocks were taken to the Daley’s shop, melted down at the foundry, and made into items that could be cast and molded there, mostly replacement parts for the popular Burnside heating stoves. The other scrap was hauled to Ashland Kentucky where it was sold as scrap metal.

Dad worked very hard at this job, putting in long hours both day and night. When he hauled to Kentucky he would leave about midnight and try to be there when they opened in the morning. By doing this, even after splitting the money with Mr. Daley, his share was more than he had earned for a long time.

He was finally able to buy a car, It was a 1932 Chevrolet Touring model and was the family car till the end of World War II.

Those camp cars were really just remodeled boxcars and ours was becoming pretty crowded. A new sister and brother had been added while living here and they along with my older brother made six of us living in a very small space, about 200 square feet. There was barely room for a bed in one end, where Mom, Dad, and the two smallest slept. A curtain or blanket was hanging from the ceiling next to it. The cooking stove was at the other end and between the two was a table with a bench and two chairs. A small daybed against the opposite wall from the table was used for a couch and was where my older brother and I slept. Our few clothes were either in boxes under the bed or hanging on the wall. A water bucket sat on the table with a long-handled dipper for drinking. The few dishes Mom had were always stacked on the table and her cooking utensils were hung on the wall behind the stove. A wash tub, which was brought inside when used, always hung on a nail outside. A clothesline was stretched across between the table and stove to dry clothes in bad weather with an outside line for use when the weather permitted.

As I said before the place was crowded.