Without Felder and some of the other men, I had to find a few French mechanics who could work for me. Paul knew them all. They were older men whom the French had not drafted into the army. But there was one good thing about them. They knew their work and I found out that they had spent their lives working on automobiles. They were like artists. There were times during the day that I couldn’t explain to them what I needed them to do because of the language. My French was pitiful and they didn’t understand a word of English. Finally Giselle came to the garage with me for a few hours each day and translated what I needed. With her help we managed to finish. Then I had to pay them for their work. That took nine thousand dollars of my savings, which left me with seventeen grand. But it was worth it. The cars looked better than the day they were delivered new. Now, although the war was over and the French automobile companies were in production, it would be some time before they had cars to deliver.
