[michael a]

My dad and his brother worked in the Kansas City Ford plant in 1928. Dad was 18 years old and came of the farm so he was no stranger to hard work. He told me their were many days after work that he was so tired he would have to rest before he could catch the street car to go home. Many nights too tired to eat supper. He told me it was the hardest job he ever had.

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