Mine was in the mid-60's. I was in third grade at the time. My job was picking up potatoes and putting them in 100 lb gunny sacks. For every 100 pounds of spuds I picked up, I got 6 cents. On a Saturday, if I got to the field early and worked steady all day until dark, I could get 100 sacks. Imagine, a whole $6 for just a day of work!!! I was convinced I would become rich. They were long days -- freezing in the late September/early October mornings and blistering hot by noon. I still remember watching the shower drain turn coffee brown with all the dirt I washed out of my hair, ears and nose. Ahh, those were the days. I bought my first traps with some of that money -- Blake and Lamb #2 1/2. They were a single spring but still had enough power to hold a coyote. I think they were $12 delivered.

My 1st job was back when they had "Full Serve" gas pumps. Pump their gas,wash windows and checked the oil. I also did oil changes and fixed flat tires. That was in the mid 70's.

Brad

My 1st real job was Subway, when I was 16 in 2001, I worked after highschool let out, eat fresh...ish lol

Paperboy in Milwaukee. Morning and evening routes. 12 years old in 1963. 53 customers. Papers were $0.70/week. If somebody gave you a dollar and said keep the 30 cents it was big time cool and you assumed they were really well off. Most gave 75 cents and some would string you on for weeks before they paid and then tried to stiff you on the amount. Lots of life lessons early. When I quit at age 16 for a better job one of my customers, after asking my dad if it was okay, gave me a 1904 Remington single shot .22 as a gift. I still have it.

About 1970 or 71 worked on a mink ranch on weekends. Who new mink crap could be so heavy, lol ! Myself and another guy would shovel while the owner drove the tractor pulling the manure spreader. Made about $2.00 an hour, big money for a 10 or 11 year old kid .

When i was about eight or nine (late sixties) my brother and I went into business for ourselves. We'd wade in the three ponds on a local golf course at night and find golf balls that had been hit into them. We'd clean them up with the courses own ball washing machines then display them in egg cartons along a T-off. We'd get fifty cents a piece for the like-new Titleists, Spaldings and better brand-name balls, a quarter for the lesser brand-names or scuffed-up balls and a dime for balls with cuts or dings in them.

Soon after I went to work for a gun club as a trap boy. Back in those days some kid had to crawl into the trap houses and manually feed clay birds onto the thrower. It was dirty, dangerous work. I got a quarter for each squad (five men, twenty-five rounds each). I eventually graduated to scorekeeper which doubled my pay. I had to push a button to release the birds when a shooter called for one. Today, everything is voice-activated and automated.

And of course we trapped, mostly muskrats. This was a time when my weekly allowance was $5.00. One brown muskrat would bring that much, black ones up to $8.00!

I was 8 years old. Worked 8 hours each day 6 days a week and was paid 2$ per day & lunch. I was packaging bacon in 1 pound wrappers. It was in a refrigerated building so that was great during the summer in southern California !

Pitching hog manure for a hog farmer, 1.00$ an hour

I use to work for farmers in the summer riding the bean buggy spraying weeds. And when sweet corn was ready help pick it. Started doing this in about 1984. Bean buggy paid 8.00 a hour, sweet corn pick paid 30.00 for 3-4 hours work and they picked me up but after work was more than willing to walk home I would scout along beaver creek.

My first job was mowing lawns and cleaning/picking up anything that someone else didn't want to do when I was 12. My Dad built me a trailer I could pull behind my bike and off I would go, I charged $10 dollars a lawn. The price didn't change on the size of the lawn... sure wish someone had taught me some business sense to go along with the work ethic. Only ever had one person take advantage of "rate", 1 acre lawn for $10, but he always gave me a soda after I finished mowing. They were better times...simpler times.

Picking rock and thowing on the stone boat, picking sticks and throwing to the windrow, and clearing land.

Beartooth, that's a good wage for the mid eighties, I couldn't find a farm job then, went to NY for two years to work for a well drilling place
Lol I forgot about lawn mowing

Horseback driving a herd of wild Idaho cows about 15 miles or so and helping brand afterwards,11yo '61, two days paid $5 in silver dollars. Other ranch and farm work, pay depending on the owner, $2-10/day; haying and post cutting paid the best because both were piece work.

I got paid to do all manner of work as a kid.....ten cents for each tomato worm picked off my aunt's tomato plants, baling hay, commercial fisherman(sold 2 carp to the neighbor lady for fitty cent!), help Grandad pull nails from old lumber to recycle before recycle was a word........but the first "official" job with actual wages was when I was 14 and worked for an uncle that was a well-driller and all-around builder/handyman. My memory says I was paid $1.65 per hour (minimum wage then??). I know that was the first time I had withholdings withholded! This was the summer of 1969.

p.s. Heard my uncle tell the Old Man that I was a "good worker"......had to grease my ears to fit through the door for a bit!

I still work my first job lol. I started mowing lawns in 5th grade and am a junior now. 3 years ago I started working for the local plumber during the summer

stackin lumber and working at the girlfriends parents bowling alley at night.-the day i turned 16

In '72 I helped a carpenter and his wife build a good sized ranch style house, I was like 14, he was on strike that summer, they got 11 an hour, they wanted 12$ an hour

early 90's. Apartment painter working for my Dad. I was 13. He'd drop me off in the morning with a couple of 5 gallon buckets, a list of apartments, and keys. He'd come back at lunch to get me to eat, then gone again until 4:30. he'd come behind me and edge everything and QC my work. Up at 5 am the next morning to do it again.

Cleaning boy at the Danish bakery across from my mom's.

Make the 2nd best kringle in the world.

2X Same here just the later 60s!