From The Bottom To The Top

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Clen wood Threshing Company, Marengo, Iowa. Reeves engine in 1928. R. G. Jacaley, engineer John Grack farm. See the Jacaley letter.

Marengo, Iowa

I HAVE BEEN INTERESTED in threshing ever since I can remember.
My first contact was when I was 4 or 5 years old, I was with my Dad
going by a rig that was stopped for repairs. The separator man
asked for me to go into the blower pipe to get some cylinder teeth
that had lodged there. That set me up for life. My next job was
setting on a gate post to keep the hogs out of the oats field while
the threshing was in progress. When I could get to the engine I was
in the height of glory.

The engine was a return flue, the name of which didn’t mean
anything to me then.

Then there was the job of water boy. When I was 11 or 12 Dad
removed to Western Canada. There an Avery return flue straw burning
rig threshed for Dad for a number of years. When I could rake straw
in that old Kettle that was a thrill.

Later on Dad got a gas rig of his own20-40 Case. He used a crew
of Indians for a few years. Then he got a combination bundle loader
and carrier. Dad was separator man and my older brother was
engineer. I was the flunky.

When the loader and carrier came along I got the job to drive
it. Six horses pulled it. The drivers seat was up about 8 ft. high.
In warm weather it was fine, when it turned cold it was a lonesome
and cold job.

On the 11th of October, 1919, we threshed all afternoon in a
drizzle. The next morning was a howling blizzard which lasted all
day. The next morning was clear and cold, 10 below and 20 miles
from home. That stopped the loader.

We had 100 acres of oats at home in the snow to stack. We got it
threshed sometime in November. That was a job getting the rig home
through three foot snow drifts.

The next fall Dad run the separator 22 days in good weather. He
was having trouble with his teeth. When the snow came he went to
the dentist and he gave him gas and pulled all his teeth. I ran the
separator 22 days in the snow and finished on the 22nd of December.
This was 10 below weather.

In the morning brother would carry straw for a fire on the
windward side of the engine to draw the frost out of the metal. The
frost would come white on the engine. The fly wheels would remain
white until 10 o’clock. On warm days the snow and ice would
melt and run off the front of the feeder. On cold days I would keep
a straw fire near the separator to keep the oil warm and also the
men when they would have a few minutes. One man got the back of his
pants leg burned off. During most of the time I had the blower pipe
off at the elbow. On warm afternoons I had to stay near the tailing
spout to keep the tailings moving so as not to clog.

Those were rugged times. As I remember the charge was 15c for
oats and that winter the price on the market went to 14c.

I left all this in 1922 and came back to Iowa. I have had my own
outfit the last 20 years. I have not gone to the combines yet.

In 1922 I found a Case 50 steamer before leaving Saskatchewan. I
used to dream of running an engine in the shade of a tree in Iowa.
Later on I run a Reeves in Iowa and one set is the only one I ever
set in the shade.

Well, the fire is out and steam is down.

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