A Short Story
A Short Story
Places I Worked
A short story, including some areas I worked and some of the places I lived at that time.
Many years ago, when I was 17 or 18 years old. I worked as a messenger for the Primary Children’s Hospital. “Pennies by the inch” donations built the hospital. In Salt Lake City, the hospital located at that time at the top of the avenues district.
12th avenue was as high as E street went in those days. Anyway, my work duties were to transport patients and supplies from one building to another. I would transfer patients to other hospitals to get the treatment they required. And take lab samples to the appropriate lab, then pick up the reports when ready.
When the patients completed those procedures, I would take them back to their point of origin. I had other duties that included taking the food trays to the floors so the kids could eat when the patients were finished eating, I would haul the food carts back down to the kitchen. My job kept me busy all day. I didn’t get paid very much, but it was enough to get by on. There was no health insurance in those days when getting ill; a sympathetic doctor nurse would give treatment.
I was a loud guy in those days. I did what I did for work because I liked to eat and have a place to live. Living on my own was not wholly my idea. I was asked to leave my family home on my 18th birthday. I had 24 hours to get my stuff out of the house, or it would be sent to the trash or given to charity. During that time, I didn’t have a lot of trusted friends, so I made some decisions, found a place to live, and moved my belongings out of my parents’ house. I moved my things in the designated 24 hours.
Boarding House Rooms
Part of my short story is about some of the places I lived in those days.
The first place I lived on my own was a boarding house on the corner of 1100 East and Second South. I get away from the facts of my employment in my previous paragraph; I did work for Primary Children’s Hospital, but not until a little later. During the time I lived at the boarding house, I worked for a hamburger stand on the corner of 1300 East and Simpson Avenue. “MR S” was the name. I think it was a prototype for Burger King, but I’m not sure about that.
During the following year, I made many friends, and lived in many places and situations, and tried my hand at many jobs. Making ends meet occasionally was not a high priority for me at that time. I lived with different people for a time and took advantage of their hospitality. Then something better would come along and away I would go to a new adventure. tale
Hawthorn House Apartments
When I worked at Primary Children’s Hospital was full-time employment. Hospital, I had lived in an older apartment house on the corner of First Ave and E Street; Hawthorne House Apartments. MY apartment number was “3G” it was a one-room studio on the third floor that had a big bay window that looks out onto the roof of a church.
I started meeting new and exciting people while I lived there. I would meet them at work, and we would become friends, Remember the time frame for all of this was the late sixties and early seventies. Hippies and disco were the trends of the day. I started hanging out at a local bar on Main street between First and Second south. I think the bar is still there. The music attracted me to the bar. They had a jukebox with huge speakers that would make the walls rattle, and they played the best dance music in town. There were many good times in that bar.; I made a lot of friends.
I’ll quit writing now; otherwise, this short story will be too long. For more about me, check out my history.
Written August 10, 2010