Ed Malloy

    Some of Ed's memories are from Milford but since he worked at Patrick's Store in Hopedale for about
    six months in 1924 and has lived here since 1942 I decided to include all of it.

    One of my first jobs was delivering milk for the O'Brien Farm in Milford.  I'd meet the horse-drawn
    wagon on Bear Hill.  Back then, milk customers would leave a container out on their porch or steps.  It
    could be a bowl or a jar or a pitcher.  We'd pour the milk from five gallon cans into smaller bottles and
    we'd empty these into the customer's  container.  I wasn't paid in cash for the job.  Instead, the family
    was supplied with milk.

    When I was in high school, probably at about the age of 13 or 14, I worked as a shoeshine boy on Main
    Street in Milford.  Jim O'Brien (no relation to the O'Brien Farm family) ran the business which was
    located in an alley by Torosian's Fruit Stand.  The Music Nook is there now.  My brother Peter worked
    there too, along with Dominic D'Alessandro and his brother, Al.  We'd work all day on Saturday, until
    eleven at night, and Sunday mornings.  Lots of people would get their shoes shined on their way to
    church.  I think we charged ten cents for a shine and most of the money we made came from tips.  We
    did pretty well at it.

    I also worked for a salesman for Henry Patrick's Store during the summer.  The salesmen would hire
    their own delivery boys so I wasn't actually an employee of Patrick's at that time.  People wouldn't
    usually buy more than four or five items at a time.  We'd deliver the groceries in baskets that had big
    handles.  People who could afford it would buy things such as flour and potatoes in bulk.  They would
    be delivered separately.   

    I went to work full time for Henry L. Patrick in 1924.  I was 15 at the time.  We were living at 35 Winter
    Street in Milford then and I would walk from there to Patrick's in Hopedale every day.   Patrick's
    salesmen would go around in the morning and take orders.  Someone would go out at mid-morning to
    pick up the list of what had been ordered to that point and return to the store with it so that the packing
    could begin.  In Hopedale the groceries were delivered by horse and wagon.  They had three or four
    Model T trucks that were used for Milford deliveries.  The horses were kept at the barn behind Patrick's
    house which was across Hopedale Street from where the Griffin-Dennett Apartments are now.  Herb
    Irving took care of them.   The Irvings lived in a house behind the Patricks.  It was eventually moved
    over to Route 16.  The Taylors from Milford moved it.  It wasn't taken out to Hopedale Street; they took it
    right across the field. I think it's the house where the Costanzas live now.  Joe Calarese (brother of
    Rico) and I would take three horses from the barn over to the store. We'd take turns riding one and
    leading another. The delivery wagons were kept in a shed by the store.  

    There were several routes in Hopedale.  Some mornings I'd see a salesman cross the Hope Street
    Bridge to take orders in the Bancroft Park and Cemetery Street neighborhood.  Another salesman
    would sometimes jump on the trolley if it was going by and go down to Route 16.  (He'd probably get a
    free ride since he was just going about a quarter of a mile.)  The intersection was called Patrick's
    Corner at the time since it was the site of Patrick's other store.  Then he'd walk up to White City and the
    other side streets in that area.  A third salesman would go up Dutcher Street.  I never delivered in
    Hopedale; I went with the trucks to Milford.  One day we'd do West and Water streets and the nearby
    side streets.  The next day we'd do Congress Street up past West Fountain followed by a day in the
    Winter and Sumner street area and then we'd start around again.

    The first time I went into Patrick's store I thought it was enormous.  The whole place would fit into a
    little corner of most stores nowadays.  There wasn't the variety of products back then that you see now.

    I didn't see Henry L. Patrick at the store very often.  He'd just drop in for a short while about once a
    month, to check on the books I think.  He had a driver who would bring him over with a horse and
    carriage.  He had a bad stuttering problem and would bang his cane on the floor as he tried to get out
    a word.

    My pay was $15 a week which I would turn over to my mother.  I was told when I started that when I had
    been there for six months I'd get a raise of fifty cents a week. When the time came I asked about it and
    was told that when the board met they would decide on it.  I found out when the meeting was and
    inquired about my raise the next morning. I was told that times were hard and they couldn't afford it.  
    When I told my mother about it, she called the O'Connells down the street.  Eddie O'Connell was
    superintendent of the Hopedale Manufacturing Company which was a foundry located where
    Benjamin Moore is now.  (It was owned by Claire Draper.)  My mother asked if there were any jobs
    available and he said there were.  

    I went to work there the next morning.  My job was to grind the rough parts off of the castings.  It wasn't
    hard but it was a dirty job.  After work I could make some extra money by doing what was called cutting
    sand.  The sand from the molds would contain pieces of metal. In order to separate them so that the
    sand could be used again, you'd have to pick up a shovel full and throw it.  The iron, being heavier,
    would drop closer and the sand further away.  I also worked on Saturdays unloading iron from train
    cars.  The cars were open freight cars with sides about three or four feet high.  The blocks of iron were
    perhaps six by six by eighteen inches.  We'd put them onto a conveyor belt and they'd go into the
    foundry to be melted down and poured into the molds.

    After several years I left the foundry and went to work for the Archer Rubber Company where I was an
    inspector of corset material.  Within a year of that, I went to the Milford Gas and Electric Company.  They
    had a job available because one of their men had been electrocuted on Exchange Street.
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    The Milford World War II veterans' memorial at Draper Park.
    Ed was living in Hopedale when he went into the Army, but
    went in through Milford so his name appears there.