Our power plant - danger engines. Left side of boiler showing low water cut-off. Looking south in shop. Sanding in foreground.
I don't need to mention that he put on another type of sight glass pronto.
There has been an awful lot of steam parts and repairs made in this shop for commercial customers as well as the hobby boys, along with the regular industrial customers.
I asked about the extra vertical engines he has left over; they are for sale - cheap.
Address: Glenn R. Hamilton, 2913 Foltz Street, Indianapolis, Indiana, 46241
(Following is a letter from Glenn Hamilton which I'm sure you'll find interesting.)
Enclosed is the story by Mr. Don Jackson as it appeared in Steam Power, along with pictures of the interior of my shop, and permission to re-print the article.
I fear Mr. Jackson left out quite a bit of this story. I will try to fill in what he left out.
We were both members of Co. A-120, 42nd Division, U. S. Operating Engineers, which hauled supplies to front lines. As time went on, there were not enough engineers to go around, so they put Don and I on the road. Needless to say, we got plenty of real good thrills out of this, as the Jerry planes would watch for us and machine-gun the track as we were hauling shells and supplies to the front. We soon learned to set the air brakes and jump and run. What I mean, we could out-run a buck deer! The real-estate we used for coal made lots of smoke but not a whole lot of steam.
We got out of the army in 1919, went to work for Martin Perry Company until 1931, at which time I started my own machine shop and 'Jack' started to work in my shop. Together we rebuilt many steam engines and boilers, replacement boilers, Stanley and others. We had a Stanley Steam car here and we were replacing the boiler in 1967-68. The weather was very cold. On New Year's Day the temperature was down to twenty below. I called Jack on the phone and told him not to come to the shop, it was too cold. Jack wanted to finish the Stanley, so he went out and tried to start his car. It was too much for Jack, and he went back into his house and fell down dead. That was the type of man Jack was. I feel that he gave his life trying to help me with my machine work.
This winds up about all I can say about Jack. He loved to talk steam and loved to tinker with my engine and boiler, never thinking of himself. Anyone having trouble with an engine, all they had to do was call Jack and he would be there, rain or shine.
I am now 74 years old, and had a stroke last winter. I feel that I must quit. I would like to get in touch with machinists who would like to take over my shop, nothing to buy, just go to work and give me a little for use of the shop. The latchstring is out to anyone who wants to call on us.
Signed: Glenn R. Hamilton, Phone 241-4723.