Employees in da huts (da croo) were not expensive in 1968 when my wages were $30.80/week (so, about $280/week in today’s dollars), which was essentially a six-day work week with about 12-16 hours work per day. So, if 14 hours work per day on average, that was equivalent to about 37 cents per hour. We supposedly worked 11 days on, three days off (aka, daze, as in, “where are going going for daze?”), but because we could not leave our hut until after cleaning was done following breakfast on our first daze and had to be back to help serve supper on our third daze, it was really only two days off. Nevertheless, not only the best job that I ever had, but also the hardest.
As one of my O.H. buddies noted after reading the B Globe article this week, we essentially were volunteer employees. I only could afford working in the huts because I lived at home in Durham while going to UNH so that my mother could collect veteran’s benefits for my recently deceased father who served in WWII, which more than covered my in-state tuition, fees, and lodging in my mother’s house.