The next job was at Dickson and Ives department store downtown, selling jewelry and purses. Take home pay was eleven dollars a week. What a boring job. I must have had a woebegone expression on my face when leaning on the counter as Mr. Dickson walked up to me asking, “Don’t you like it here?” I simply replied, “No.” He didn’t fire me. Later, I quit. It wasn’t in me to push merchandise. I recall a soldier, private in rank, wanting to buy his mother a brooch. I was to promote an original that cost thirty-five dollars and he bought it after my sales talk. I felt guilty as the purchase cost him most of his pay and I suspect that he was lonely, just wanting to talk to a young lady.
The next job was with the Tax Assessor at the Orange County Court House where filing and simple typing was required. The people I worked with were very nice. Here, sixty a month was better. After three months, dad decided I was needed at home as there was much I could contribute.
Being at home was where I could paint in my spare time practicing on family members and friends. Later, requests for portraits began to bloom. I started using photography for capturing the desired expressions and saving time for the customer and for me, earning enough to pay for my darkroom in the garage. Pictorial photography is an art in itself as well as important tool to my painting.