When Paul Jobs w上海乌托邦品茶微信as mustered out of the Coast Guard after World War II, he made a wager with his crewmates. They had arrived in San Francisco, where their ship was
decommissioned, and Paul bet that he would find himself a wife within two weeks. He was a taut, tattooed engine mechanic, six feet tall, with a passing resemblance to James Dean. But it wasn’t his looks that got him a date with Clara Hagopian,
a sweet-humored daughter of Armenian immigrants. It was the fact that he and his friends had a car, unli
ke the group she had originally planned to go out with that evening. Ten days later, in March 1946, Paul got engaged to Clara and won his
wager. It would turn out to be a happy marriage, one that lasted until death parted them more than forty years later.
Paul Reinhold Jobs had been raised on a dairy farm in Germantown, Wisconsin. Even though his father
was an alcoholic and sometimes abusive, Paul ended up with a gentle and calm disposition under his l
eathery exterior. After dropping out of high school, he wandered through the Midwest picking up work as a mechanic until,
at age nineteen, he joined the Coast Guard, even though he didn’t know how to swim. He was deployed on the USS General M
. C. Meigs and spent much of the war ferrying troops to Italy for General Patton. His talent as a machinist and fireman
earned him commendations, but he occasionally found himself in minor trouble and never rose above the rank of seaman.
Clara was born in New Jersey, where her parents had landed after fleeing the Turks in Armenia, and they moved to the Mission District
of San Francisco when she was a child. She had a secret that she rarely mentioned to anyone: She had been
Like many who li上海419论坛女神会所ved through the war, they had experienced enough excitement that, when it was over, they desired simply to settle down, raise a family, and lead a less
eventful life. They had little money, so they moved to Wisconsin and lived with Paul’s parents for a few years, then headed for Indiana, where he got a job as a machinist for International Harvester. His passion was tinkering with old cars, and he made
money in his spare time buying, restoring, and selling them. Eventually he quit his day job to become a full-time used car salesman.
Clara, however, loved San Francisco, and in 1952 she convinced her husband to move back th
ere. They got an apartment in the Sunset District facing the Pacific, just south of Golden Gate Park, and he took a job working for a finance company as a
“repo man,” picking the locks of cars whose owners hadn’t paid their loans and repossessing
hem. He also bought, repaired, and sold some of the cars, making a decent enough living in the process.
There was, however, something missing in their lives. They wanted children, but Clara had suff
ered an ectopic pregnancy, in which the fertilized egg was implanted in
a fallopian tube rather than the uterus, and she had been unable to have any. So by 1955, after nine years of marriage, they were looking to adopt a child.
Like Paul Jobs, Joanne Schieble was from a rural Wisconsin fam
ily of German heritage. Her father, Arthur Schieble, had immigrated to the outskirts of Green Bay,
where he and his wife owned a mink farm and dabbled successfully in various other businesses, including real estate and photoengrav
ing. He was very strict, especially regarding his daughter’s relationships, and he had strongly disapproved of her first
love, an artist who was not a Catholic. Thus it was no surprise that he threate
ned to cut Joanne off completely when, as a graduate student at the University of