From my email interview with son, Paul Love:

"My (paternal) grandparents worked at a textile mill in Chester, where working conditions were not the best. My grandmother was allowed to take the four kids to work with her. She would put the two younger ones (Mary and Charles) in a large roll-around cart with sides. Archie and Minnie worked. Every once in a while, my grandmother would go check on Mary and Charles and nurse them."

"The mill was not paying Archie and Minnie. They had to help their mother, because she could not keep the job up. Some of the boss men were really mean to the kids working there. They would jerk them around and hit them, and holler and curse at them. "

"Minnie went to work there when she was seven years old, and Archie, when he was eight. One time, Archie's mother saw one of the boss men hit him, so she got a knife and chased him to the top of the hill, about five or six blocks away, where the police saw her and took the knife away."

"I remember Daddy telling me he earned 50 cents a day when he was a kid. Later he earned $3.00 per week, but there were long hours involved, and you didn't get lunch breaks, you had to eat while you worked, and if you had to go to the water house (toilet), someone had to keep your job running. If they didn't like you and wanted to fire you, they didn't really need a reason, they would just tell you that they didn't need you anymore and that was it. That's why most of the employees worked double hard. Times were bad, and you just couldn't be without a job."

"Archie worked in textiles a number of years. Later he got a couple of trucks and helped cut the right of way for the state, hauling telephone poles. He also once owned a small café and grocery store."

"My daddy only had a third-grade education, but he had more common sense than anyone, and he had a loving and compassionate heart that was beyond belief. He died poor and broke, because he couldn't say no; he couldn't stand to see a person in need and doing without. In my file cabinet, I have mortgage records dating back to the 1930s, '40s and '50s, that Daddy held on people, that he wouldn't foreclose on. All you had to do was just give him a little sob story, look sad and promise to pay him back, and he would fall for it."

"Daddy worked for a man that owned a few liquor stores. They passed a state law that one person could not have over one or two stores, so he sold the store to Daddy on credit, because Daddy's word was good as gold. We had to do without a lot, because most of the money went to pay the store off. That's when Daddy started loaning money and co-signing bank notes for people. He ran the store a few years, and in 1955, he decided to get out of the liquor business."

"He sold out and opened a furniture store. That was the beginning of his downfall. I saw him furnish a complete house of furniture for a family who made only two or three payments, and then they left town with the furniture. They came back to town a few years later, went to Daddy's store, told him a bunch of lies, and he furnished another house for them. After a couple payments, they were gone again."

"He carried the first Philco refrigerator with a V-shaped handle. It could be opened from the right or left. It sold for over $600. Daddy let this man have it for $40 down. The man made one $10 payment, then never paid anymore."