Iron Man of The Month


| September/October 1968



Gibboney

HEAD SAWYER, IRON MAN NORMAN GIBBONEY trims another slab for his new sawmill. Mom readies for the ''catch'' while son, Jim, jostles on the vibrating deck of Ol' Advance at far end of flopping belt.

UNION CITY, INDIANA.

And, of course, it became even more clear to me when Iron Man Norman Gibboney explained that some neighbor up the way had given him the big load of straight hickory logs, just because he hadn't found a buyer for'em. And for a sawmiller with a new sawmill out in the openand nice spring weather coming up, what better way to spend his spare time than to saw out a new sawmill building to shelter the precious innards.

Then too, the new sawmill building which is taking shape at such huge proportions of 150 by 25 feet, will be all the more productive in helping Iron Man Gibboney and his family to saw out the dimensional lumber for some of his forthcoming projects as filling orders for field gates, hog panels, feed bunks and the like for which he is contracting.

'I make up models of these things and then factory representatives come by to look 'em over,' says Gibboney. 'They're simple, strong and useful. And, if they meet their approval, maybe I will get the contract.'

'Just worked out a new idea for the backyard picnickers,' muses Norman. 'It's a picnic table that you tilt the top down and it becomes a bench. Set the two benches together, tilt the backs up and it becomes a table again.'

Just a few timely suggestions from Iron Man Gibboney that other home-type sawmillers, a bit discouraged, might take note. (Using the ol' bean to drum up business, that is.)