EARLENE

Earlene

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Dear Folks: Our section of the country has had many very unpleasant experiences due to the recent flood. If your mail to us doesn't get a reply, perhaps you'd better try again to write.

I understand there are still thousands of pieces of mail lying in the terminal at Harrisburg. They are trying to dry them on shelves like a baker uses for loaves of bread in a bakery. Some may never get to their destination, as you can see, due to these conditions.

I've escaped all of this anxiety and inconvenience by being at Wauseon, Ohio. It was cold and rainy there at the beginning of the show. Thank goodness it cleared enough so that it didn't spoil the entire Reunion.

This is certainly a very good name for these affairs. They bring us together from far and wide after being separated over the winter months.

It was wonderful to see my old friends again and make new ones. Because of the weather Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Scheafer and I had time to visit the Martin Peterson's new camper. It was lovely, warm and cozy. We were served cookies and coffee. Perhaps this was another means of the Good Man slowing down we humans so we can appreciate each other's fellowship a bit more. Who knows? We all enjoyed it. I'm sure.

I fully intended to try to get to a Canadian Show this year, but due to circumstances beyond our control, it will just make it impossible. Hope you Canadians will understand and forgive. Perhaps until another year or so it will work out for me.

There are more and more of you folks from Canada subscribing to our magazine. For this we are most happy, but please DO NOT SEND US CANADIAN CASH. Instead, we'd appreciate if you'd use CHECKS or MONEY ORDERS expressed in U. S. A. CURRENCY.

John Kauffman from R. D. 3, Milton Grove, Mount Joy 17552, has been ill in the hospital in Lancaster. We certainly wish for him a speedy recovery. Remember he's the man who has done a great deal of painting of farm scenes, and also striping of steam engine equipment for our hobbiests. Perhaps you'd like to send him a card!

Again I wish to ask each of you who send in pictures that you wish returned, please write RETURN TO and Your Name and Address ON BACK OF EACH PICTURE. There are times you state so in your letters only that accompany them. This is not enough. These letters get separated from the pictures at the printer's. Later you ask to have them returned and it is an impossibility to know to whom they belong. We do try to return all which have this request and information on the back of pictures.

We had a letter from Mrs. Howard Langdon, R. D. 3, P. Q., CANADA (Stanstead). She said she is collecting glass paper weights and would like to buy outright or trade. I have old and odd silverware, ladies magazines from the early 1900's, old jewelry, old bottles found in a wall of a well we had to tear down, and also old tobacco tins in the wall. Would you know of any paper weights?

Can any of you Ladies or Gentlemen help her? Notice her address given if you know anyone interested.

A letter also came from Mark A. Hutton, Box 531, Franklin, Tennessee 37064. I thought someone could come to our rescue and give a reply if you knew.

'Since I am interested in Steam Engines and Threshers, I enjoy 'The Album.' I grew up around an Advance Rig; the Advance is especially interesting to me. I would like to ask that men who have worked in the Advance Factory, write articles or a book giving such details as the names of any workers and foremen that are remembered, and such details as the step by step process of building the drive wheels of the engines. I have wondered how the spokes were lined up and cast into the hub and rim. Any detail, no matter how insignificant it might seem, would be interesting to me, and I believe, to many other lovers of steam traction engines.

A man told me long ago that Mainrad LaFever designed the Advance Line, and that Mr. LaFever was descended from a Frenchman who designed artillery for a French king. Our Advance thresher had a weak spot. The sills were weak back to the rear axle, allowing the sills to bend down, throwing the whole rear end of the thresher out of line.

Our engine was 12 horse No. 12401, which the late Mr. Marcus Leonard said was made in the Spring of 1911.

Someone mentioned the name of the foreman of the test shed at Battle Creek; I was very glad to see it.

Any other thresher factories would be interesting to read about.

I hope I do not appear out of line in this request. Thank you.'

Mr. G. E. Shelman, Union Star, New York 40171, wrote asking if any of you could tell him where he could get a book covering the modern steam locomotive, such as the 5000 class as used when the Diesel took over. He has the book by George B. Abdill showing the old cabbage stack burner, but prefers the modern type. Any help will be appreciated.

My appreciation is extended to all far and wide for your cooperation for volunteering to take subscriptions and sell our wares at the Reunions. It is the only way our magazine can get to the public. As I said before, it is not possible for me to attend myself, or even send a representative from the office. There are just too many of you now and too great a distance for us to travel. You are doing a fine job. Please continue. Thanks.

Had a letter from Sterling McKinney, President of the Northeastern Montana Threshers and Antique Association, Culbertson, Montana 59218. He tells us of Raymond Petersen, who had been an active charter member of this group until recently he had the misfortune of having both kidneys removed at Rochester, Minnesota. He will soon return to Culbertson, which has always been his home, but will have to be on a kidney machine for the rest of his life.

I'm sure Sterling McKinney would see he would get any remembrance you sent. Wouldn't you like to help him?

I'd like to close with a little poem I found in a magazine. It is very good for me to remember and use. Thought I'd like to share it with you.

The Silent Answer

When anger comes, the best answer is silence.

Anger feeds on angry words

Silence supplies none.

Anger is smothered by silence and sputters out.

Like a blanket of snow, silence covers all faults.

When the sun shines again, you will give thanks.

That all the inflammable words you wanted to say were left unsaid,

Leaving no wounds or regrets to repair.

Silence is shelter from the storm of anger.