A Brief History
Six months later, due to faulty wiring, a fire ripped through the old building destroying everything in it. Everything was gone; sewing machines, supplies, tools and every piece of furniture in the shop! Ken purchased new furniture for all the customers who had furniture destroyed by the fire, but since there was no insurance on the building, Ken and Ann were broke and without a shop.
A Labor of Love
I have been around the upholstery business all of my life. I remember hanging out at the shop after school, helping my dad with deliveries and cleaning up while making a few bucks along the way. I enjoyed riding across town with him to pick up goods from the supply houses, most of which are no longer around, and going on estimates as well. But in those early years and even into my teen years I never had the desire to learn the trade... much to my father's disappointment. We will just chalk it up to being young and the wanting-to-pave-your-own-road-kind-of-thing.
After high school I went to college in 1985. My father told me that he would pay for my education as long as I kept up my grades. I really wanted to try, but I didn't have the motivation. So one day I stopped at the army recruiter's desk that was conveniently set up in front of the student center, and after talking with them, I enlisted. The following week I took my aptitude and MOS tests and was told I had a few weeks before I had to sign the final paperwork to make it official. During that time my father passed away from a sudden heart attack. I will never forget how helpless and devastated my family and I were after his passing. He was a good man and provided for my mother and us selflessly through the years. After the funeral, my mother sat the family down and explained to us that she wanted to somehow keep the business going. We all agreed that we would help her out as best as we all could. We struggled at first to learn the workings of the business as well as the trade skills themselves. Luckily we had some of my dad's employees that stuck with us to help us learn both, and with much hard work we did. Needless to say I didn't sign the final paperwork to join the Army... and I am glad that I didn't.
In the beginning, both of my sisters and my brother-in law helped in the business, and my mom carried the business end as well as some of the upholstery work, while I steadily learned the trade. I think it took us two or three years before we felt like we had our hands on the reins, but after that we were rolling. As the years passed, my sisters Donna and Debbie had their own careers to dedicate themselves to, but my mother and I remained a team. We welcomed challenging projects and took them head on, and we worked well together making business decisions and improving the business as we went along. Other employees came and went over the years. There were many great people who helped us carve our name in the community, but she and I always worked hard together to make the business better and improve our skills to make our company and our service the best we could as we built our following.
After 23 years of working together, and after so many projects and challenges, in August of 2008 I lost my mother to cancer. Most people couldn't imagine working with one of their parents for so many years, and for that matter, what parent could imagine working with their kid for as many years, but we were lucky that we had such a great relationship. We were such good friends, and it was like a part of me went with her when she died. Her passing changed the spirit of City Upholstery forever. She was such a warm, friendly and encouraging woman, and that is what brought such enjoyment to our customers. I miss her for that and so much more.
While she was home or in the hospital battling her disease, She would call and help me along with the day-to-day work that she always did. And there was a lot! After all of those years, I was very settled into the role of worker, pick-up and delivery guy and the occasional salesman. I never had much or anything to do with the accounting, taxes, bills, inventory, ordering, scheduling or customer relations. I was overwhelmed. But I listened and learned from her. She got to spend the last 2 months or so at the shop working with customers and helping me, and most importantly just doing what she loved. She and I together saved the business after my dad passed and continued building it to what it is today. I am so glad that I was able to be part of that and I know that she was too.
I have, as of this writing, been running the shop without her for 13 years, and I can only hope that I have come close to what her and my father's expectations would have been. There are times that I feel both of their presence with me as I press on and try to make City Upholstery the best that it can be. Thank you to all of my friends and family for the love, guidance and encouragement, and especially thanks to all of our customers throughout the years who have supported us!