My Dad worked for Townsend Company for forty-eight years. Most of those years were in the Fallston Plant across the Beaver River from New Brighton. However, he spent a few years at the Elwood City Plant and one year at the Butler Plant.
He had a remarkable attendance record. He ran nail-making machines for over thrity years. When I was in high school, the plant changed over to making rivets. Dad had to go back to school; I helped him learn to work with decimals. Then, his last ten or twelve years he worked in the tool crib.
He lied about his age to get the job. The first week on the job, some of the men cornered him in the men's room to initiate him. They intended to paint certain private parts red!
Dad was the first to leave the room. He left with no paint on him!
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