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"Mommy, look what Daddy brought home," I exclaimed as he and a helper undid the strap on the hand truck. But then, how much excitement for an electric ice box would you expect from a 5 year old. Not being the food buyer, nor the meal-fixer for the family, what did I know? But my Mommy almost cried, she was so excited.

"But Art, can we afford it?"

"Clara, don't worry about it. I got it for this morning's hauling job."

When my family moved here from Chicago in 1925 my Dad bought a second-hand truck and started Esthus Transfer Company. The bread and butter of that business was hauling trunks and baggage for winter tourists arriving by the Seaboard Air Line or Atlantic Coast Line railroads.

If travelers arrived by Seaboard and were going to Miami, they would have to transfer to the A.C.L. If they arrived by A.C.L. and were going to Venice, they would transfer to S.A.L. My Dad would transfer their baggage.

Sometimes, when hauling family household goods, the customers didn't have enough money to pay their bill. At one point or another Daddy brought home a dining room table, a bedroom set, and even an upright player piano with music rolls. LIFE WAS GOOD!