Now I was moving her to Los Angeles. We enjoyed a real break on rent by renting her parents next door rental. We had a three bedroom, two bath, two car garage with fenced backyard for only $250.00 a month. We were comfortable. We had a nice routine. I was working in Palo Alto, about 45 minutes away, both our families were in San Jose, and the grandparents liked having their two grandchildren around. I was 23, getting the hang of marriage with 5 years under my belt, and a daddy to two of the most gorgeous girls in the world.; Shannon Annette (3) and Sonja Aurora (2).
I had left the County Clerk's office at the Superior Court of Palo Alto due to a "client" who frequented the clerks office for his business. He liked my "customer service skills" and personality and thought that I would be a great addition to his legal newspaper, the Advocate Journal. After two years in Palo Alto and commuting 90 miles a day, I joined the Advocate Journal in San Jose as the Advertising Manager. That was a fancy title for calling attorneys, process servers, legal secretaries, and those in the legal system to advertise their services, goods, or wares in our newspaper.
Three months into this new venture I needed to supplement my income. The county paid every week no matter how hard I worked, and this was all commission and I only got paid when I sold. For extra income I became a security guard for a local security company. This was providential because when we decided to move to Los Angeles I would be able to transfer to their branch in LA.
After arriving in San Jose in February of 1976 and almost unable to find a job in the Santa Clara Valley without either being a woman or having a Spanish surname (which I almost adopted Irene's maiden name to get into any door), working for Palo Alto County, and The Advocate Journal and being a "family-man" I was uprooting my little family and headed into a whole new life in August of 1978.
So, the move!
We had the "giddy" happiness of a couple who were going to make sacrifices in order to serve their Lord by being willing to give up all they had in order to travel light. We were going on faith, at least I was - poor Irene was just going on well, vows she had made that Monday night, around 7:30 PM on June 18th, 1973.
We didn't know what to expect. We were so naive that we didn't even know what we didn't know to expect. We were on a journey of faith and wanted to walk by faith. We counted down the days till we could depart and continued to sell all we could sell.
The Move is the second installment in the series "The Metcalf's Walk of Faith." Stay tuned for the next installment entitled, "Pomona, California"
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