Dad and the razor blade factory and more

Way back when we were young (before Vic and Dave and maybe even Bob) Dad worked in a razor blade factory. During the time he worked there he was incorrectly diagnosed with an aneurism(sp?) involving his heart or maybe the aorta. He was told he couldn't continue to work and was out of a job. It was a devestating situation - no money, no jobs and a wife and children to support. Mom told me this but I can't remember her finishing the story. If anyone remembers more about this, please comment. It could maybe be around the time when we lived in Delaware and Mom sent Bob off to live with Nauni and Poppa. I know we were pretty poor around that time. I remember Mom making oatmeal for breakfast with water because there was no milk. On the other hand I have the feeling that the razor blade factory story happened much earlier. When they were first married I know that Dad drove a bus in either Bayonne or Jersey City. Poppa Principe was a bus driver then and I'm sure he helped get Dad that job. When we lived in Milliville I remember Dad worked for Wheaton Glass Company as a glass blower. For practice he would heat the glass pipettes over a flame and make the most beautiful ashtrays and candy dishes and other things in the basement of Nauni and Poppa's house. I remember one other thing he did in that basement and it was a surprise for me. He made little teacups, saucers and a teapot out of pennies. I really wish I still had them but somewhere along the line they disappeared. Dad was a carpenter, later a builder of houses and commercial buildings. For fun he made furniture, wooden toys, and stained glass. While he had the talent to paint and draw (he really liked to doodle cartoons) , he only did one piece that I know of and it is in my living room. Three paintings on glass of oriental figures. He developed a real love of photography. He took my wedding pictures and hundreds of family photos. He had a darkroom in the house where he developed his prints and stored his negatives. He was a member of the Baltimore Camera Club and won awards for his work. For years and years, you could never catch Dad without a camera. Some of his kids groaned and frowned every time he asked them to pose. Everyone has to be glad now that he thought it was so important to take family pictures and save family pictures. They bring back a lot of memories. .