Dad and Sons

| November/December 1972

Rt. 1, Box 31, Pacific, Missouri 63069.

I have been reading your magazine for several years and certainly enjoy reading other men's experiences with steam engines. I have been attracted to steam engines like flies to molasses as long as I can remember. I am the oldest of eleven children and when I was six years old, and my next brother then four, would go to see the threshing machine at a neighbor's place before it came to our farm. This was about the year 1900. My experience with steam engines really began in 1909 when my father bought a new M. Rumely 16 H. P. engine No. 5027 and a new Rumely Ideal 32 x 52 wooden separator. The outfit arrived in Eureka, Missouri about June 1, on one car on Frisco Railroad. A man from Rumely Branch House in St. Louis came out to unload the outfit. Though only fourteen years old, I was there to help unload the new outfit. My father bought this outfit in partnership with an experienced operator who proceeded to drive it six miles south to our farm. I drove the team to the water wagon. This separator was one of the first in our area to be equipped with a Peoria weigher. We charged 4c per bushel those first years threshing wheat. We had a good river bottom run and this new outfit made a hit with everyone we worked for. This engine steamed very easily and would sit and chug all day long with eight to ten wagons hauling bundles.

All grain those days was bagged in 2 bushel cotton bags and piled in the field. After threshing was finished, the farmers helped one another haul this bagged wheat to a railroad car in Eureka where the bags were loaded in a box car by hand and it was shipped to commission men in St. Louis who sold it for the farmers.

In 1911 my father let me haul water for the engine with the idea of me learning to fire and operate the engine. Needless to say, I did not need any coaxing to do this. Dad's partner was an expert operator and could repair anything made of wood or iron. In the four seasons I hauled water for him he taught me many things I needed to know to successfully operate a threshing rig. By this time Dad's partner was getting along in years and his sons began to take his place on some of the operations. The hill country we threshed in after our bottom run was finished had some pretty rough roads and these boys began to have troubles. They turned the separator over on a hillside road in 1912. Luckily some trees on lower side of road kept the separator from falling too fast and it was not damaged too much. We got a cable stump puller hooked to a tree on up hill side of separator and pulled it right side up. Several seasons went by without any distressing incidents. The year of 1915 changed this. In August of that year, which was a very rainy one, the boys got stuck in a sandy creek and by the time they got out it was late in the day and they parked the outfit on not too high a spot. A torrential rain that night and next day raised the Meramec River to the highest stage in history and backwater up this creek completely covered both engine and separator. After getting the rig cleaned up and finishing some stack threshing on the hills they stored the separator in a shed and started to move old 5027 about 20 miles over poor roads to a sawmill set in Franklin County. About half way to this set they pulled onto a weak creek bridge when floor joists on left side of bridge gave way and the engine slid down until drive wheel hit creek bottom, then it turned over upside down in creek. It broke off smokestack, governor, a lot of pipes and bent ' he crankshaft. We again got the cal puller into action; righted the engine, got a machine shop to straighten the crankshaft, made all necessary repairs and moved on to the sawmill site. There the boys sawed a lot of oak. maple, and sycamore logs. In February, 1916 the Meramec River went on another rampage and again the engine was completely under water. I was not working with them at this time but they cleaned up the engine, apparently none the worse for the flooding.

About this time Dad was getting a bit disgusted with his partnership and after some bargaining, he bought out his partner. I had hauled water four seasons, had learned to fire the boiler on sawmill jobs and had done some operating on the road and now Dad expected me to take over. As the threshing season approached we decided I would run the engine, my brother Edw, the separator and my brother Tony the water wagon. We operated this way several years and got along very well. We bought a new Red River separator in spring of 1918. I went to the Army in July of that year and my brothers, with some hired help, finished the season. I returned from service the spring of 1919 in time to finish a sawmill job on some timber dad had bought. I, with my brothers, made the 1919 threshing season and when it was over I rented a 200 acre bottom farm. That fall I put in a wheat crop and batched on this farm until the spring of 1920 when I got married. I missed the next two threshing seasons as my younger brothers took over Dad's rig.

In January 1922 I bought Dad's old Ideal separator which had been in a shed for four years and with the help of my brother-in-law did a lot of repairing on it during the winter and by spring we had it in good running condition. In May, 1922 I bought a 20 H. P. Advance Rumely Universal Engine, No. 15042, with a high pressure boiler and open bottom firebox. I employed a retired German operator to run our old separator and with this new engine we could thresh all the wheat ten wagons could haul to us. We finished our good bottom run in fine shape, then threshed two nice stack runs and pulled for home and shed. Ten days later on a clear moonlight night about 10 P. M. my shed and separator were on fire. This was a severe blow for me as I had no insurance, on the separator and very little on my farm equipment most of which also burned. We suspected arson but could prove nothing. My new engine was outside so was not damaged in the fire.