After the war was over, Mr. Bolling wanted my father to on stay with him. Which he did do until election time came around. Mr. Bolling wanted him to vote the Democratic ticket. But my father refused to do so. And when he got back from voting, he found the shop locked.

He didn't say one word. He just went downtown, bought himself a new set of tools, rented another house, and moved his family off of the Bolling place. When Mr. Bolling came back, he found himself without a workman as well as a tenant.