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Daryl Tucker
I picked cherries a few times, but the early morning start and the hard work soon made me give up the three dollars a day (most I ever earned at that job) and turned me into an itinerant mower of neighborhood lawns. One neighbor lady offered me the choice of being paid 2 dollars in cash or in firecrackers she'd picked up in Wyoming. That was a no brainer. That may have been the best pay I ever got!
I substituted for Blair Packard once or twice on his paper route, but decided that line of work wasn't much better than the cherry picking, so I didn't pursue it.
My first "real" job came when I was 16 and got a Sunday afternoon shift working at KIXX in Provo. I'm pretty sure none of you ever heard me on that gig. The music format was what we called "wall to wall" and was primarily instrumentals by the likes of Henry Mancini and The Living Strings Orchestra - pretty much the music you'd hear in elevators in those days. It was a great job, though, and I learned a lot and felt kind of grown up being a radio announcer. (I wouldn't call myself a Disc Jockey until I got the chance to play some rock and roll or country western later on.)
Anyway, here's a picture of KIXX back in the day. Someone took it through the fence of the old Timpanogas Golf Course in Provo that surrounded the station. By the way, the station was owned by Frank VanWagonen, Robert Redford's father-in-law at the time.
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