The other day I walked into our butcher and saw this old cash register and thought "Hey! I can get a Throw Back Thursday post out of that!" My dad worked for NCR (National Cash Register Co.) for most of his working life. I took this picture to send to him, as I knew he'd get a kick out of it.
When I was 2 weeks old my parents took me on my first trip to a small town in Idaho where he was sent to fix an old cash register. He must have thought it would be nice to have his new little family along for the trip. I have no memories of that time, but I've heard the story over and over.
We lived in Pocatello, but dad traveled the whole state to repair old machines. Back then, cash registers were sturdy and well worth the effort to fix no matter how old they were. He traveled as far as Yellowstone Park, where the machines were vintage even in the 1950s. He would come home with stories of how he had to make parts for machines as old as the wild west! Dad always had a pen protecter in his pocket and his sleeves rolled up to keep them from getting dirty and inky while he worked. We loved to played with the pens in his pocket. I can still picture him relaxing in a chair, reading the paper and talking to us while he unwound from his day--white shirt, pen protector and tousled hair (he still run his fingers through his mop of hair).