Milford chronicle., 1956-10-05
I'm THE AIR FORCE"
BY Eloins townsend Dickerson

our front door when in walked the
sloppy painter ready to begin de-
struction spelled with capital
ID. While he was checking on
the paints they had in stock at their
warehouse / called the Like1ls-
Foster office and pleaded with them
to send him some help in painting
my house. They wanted to know
why | was SO concerned and |
quickly told them some of the re-
ports | had heard about this poor
soul. We have bamboo curtains
in the bedrooms that act as doors
at another house, fell into one of
these doors with his paint brush
and paint bucket and sprayed the
bamboo curtain with pink mist
paint and of course gave all the
suits in the closet an interesting
spattered effect. Likens- Foster
was sued for this act Another
painter refused to work with him,
| afraid Ken's haphazzard work
would be blamed on the more care
full decorator. The poor soul left
one house and dribbled two gall
Ions of paint all the way down the
road. The Careful Painter" shook
his head and said, IF l only lived
near him it would be cinch to
find my way home every night"
Well, the office said to give Ken
a try and if | had trouble to call
| them. No trouble-just worked my
hands to the bone scrubbing up
after him. Sure, he used tarpau-
/ lin, but he reversed it in every
other room and after he had paint
| ed a pink room and began on our
| green room I've found the floor
| speckled in pink; the blue room
would have a green speckled floor,
| etc.
| didn't dare leave the house, so
borrowed cleaning equipment from
my neighbors. / only had sparse
amount of Spic and Span and l
needed every granule that remain
ed in the box. decided to sepa-
rate the remainder in two patches
and mixed up one half in my kitoh-
en- sink. | had hardly left with my
wet cleaning rag, when | heard
Ken in the kitchen release the kit
chen sink stopper. Down the drain
went my treasured Spic and Span,
washed to oblivion while Ken
cleaned his brush. One bucket and
one brush were the implements
used to redecorate my whole house.
purposely saved the kitchen until
last, because it was every color
of the rainbow by the time we
dragged into that room
Covers on the hall switches and
sockets were ignored by Ken and
were smeared with paint Finally
getting the hang of this painting
/ business / removed all the covers
ahead of time, took down the CELL
ing lights, if there were any, and
unscrewed the heat registers from
the wall. Ken offered to put these
back in place for me. This offer /
refused, knowing that his finger
prints would forever be part of
our walls. Toward the end of this
three day tragedy I was so tired [
let him replace the heat registers.
They were all put on upside down
so that no heat would be permit
ted to come through the vents. We
parted friends Friday afternoon.
/ called the office and told them
that no real calamity occurred. 1t
was an experience / shan't soon
forget. The real kicker of the
three days, was seeing me under
an eight foot venetian blind, cart
ing it out 10 the clothes line to be
washed and Ken opening the door
to let me out and getting all tang
led up in the cords. You should
have been herei
Until next week.
Always,
Elaine Townsend Dickerson