My brother bought an existing route from a neighborhood kid who aged out of it, they were highly prized and lobbying started months before. I think the going rate (early 70's) was a buck a house. I have no idea if the papers knew the carriers were selling the rights.A paper route was big money when I was a kid. I had a friend who sold his for $200 (big money in the 70s). Best time to buy a route was January, after the seller got his Christmas tips.
Yes, there were two. The one on Broad Street was near the intersection with Middle TpkeThought it was on Hartford Road? We used to go there all the time. Was there another one in Manchester? The good old days when Dairy Queen was everywhere.
Newspaper routes as a pre-teen and teenager and some grass cutting and snow shoveling.
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Hartford Courant paper route in the morning and Journal Inquirer in the afternoon.
Once I turned 16 it was lifeguard and
Newspaper routes as a pre-teen and teenager and some grass cutting and snow shoveling.
Hartford Courant paper route in the morning and Journal Inquirer in the afternoon.
Once I turned 16 it was lifeguard and swim instructor.
To this day, I will never step foot in a Dunkin’ after someone opened my oatmeal pouch with their mouth about 15 years ago.Long time ago, I guess before health standards for restaurants, I worked at a Dunkin’ My daily tasks were as a porter(cleaning toilets and mopping floors) followed by. a donut finisher( filling and sugaring them)
Caddied at 15 years old at Silver Springs Country Club in Ridgefield. At 16 I delivered the New York Sunday Times in Ridgefield and Waccabuc, New York. Start time was 5:00 am but the tips were good.My first job was in 8th grade, delivering the weekly "Rare Reminder" newspaper where people sell their used junk. I got paid $0.01 per paper and had 4 streets on my route. Probably worked out to $3.00 a week.
When I turned 16, I worked at Burger King on the fryalator. Then got "promoted" to the drive thru window. Smoked a lot of weed with the cooks out back in those days.
It was on Hartford Rd but the original one (early '60's and pre-I-384) was near the corner of the former Bridge St and Hartford Rd. It was ice cream only. My father would take us there after Little League games.Thought it was on Hartford Road? We used to go there all the time. Was there another one in Manchester? The good old days when Dairy Queen was everywhere.
Being a paperboy back in the day was basically a mix of mob boss and intelligence officer. You knew everything—who was behind on bills, who just got a new car, who was vacationing based on the mail pile-up and the temporarily suspended delivery request. You overheard stuff through screen doors, spotted late-night guests sneaking out in the morning, and if you kept your mouth shut? Boom—holiday bonus. Respect was earned, not given. Cross me, and your Sunday Courant might just land in the puddle. We weren’t just slinging papers—we were running the neighborhood intel network with spokes, ink, and silence.
My first job was in 8th grade, delivering the weekly "Rare Reminder" newspaper where people sell their used junk. I got paid $0.01 per paper and had 4 streets on my route. Probably worked out to $3.00 a week.
When I turned 16, I worked at Burger King on the fryalator. Then got "promoted" to the drive thru window. Smoked a lot of weed with the cooks out back in those days.
Fish cutter through high school and college and on offdays laborer for my dad and brother in law.
Delivered Hartford Courant and Hartford Times also picked asparagus then washed dishes Ellington Ridge CC, then worked in Manchester for small kitchen appliance mfg, pumped gas at Gasland then worked in baseball factoryMy first job was in 8th grade, delivering the weekly "Rare Reminder" newspaper where people sell their used junk. I got paid $0.01 per paper and had 4 streets on my route. Probably worked out to $3.00 a week.
When I turned 16, I worked at Burger King on the fryalator. Then got "promoted" to the drive thru window. Smoked a lot of weed with the cooks out back in those days.
For some reason reading 1st saladman reminded me of this..Besides cutting lawns and shoveling snow I got a job working at a kennel in Norwalk. I wanted to be a veterinarian. Started out cleaning cages and runs and feeding dogs (and a few cats). By the end of the summer I was opening and closing the kennel and got trained to do dog grooming where I gained a healthy disdain for poodles and fear of Dobermans! You haven't lived until you've completely shaved a Newfoundland with a tick infestation. After that summer I worked at Phil Baker's. Busboy, 1st saladman, and dishwasher
That's terrible ...When I was a young youngin' we had some home break-in thefts inbthe neighborhood and the cops nailed the two brothers who had newspapers routes for those exact reasons. They knew who was home during different times and when homes were free for the taking.
The Wet Bandits!!When I was a young youngin' we had some home break-in thefts inbthe neighborhood and the cops nailed the two brothers who had newspapers routes for those exact reasons. They knew who was home during different times and when homes were free for the taking.