| March/April 1961

  • 24 hp Minneapolis Engine
    24 hp Minneapolis Engine and Glenn Beedy, owner, beside it.

  • 24 hp Minneapolis Engine

939 Eighth Street, Beloit, Wisconsin

I haven't been a subscriber for the ALBUM too long, but I get a lot of enjoyment reading it. When I get one issue, I read it from front to back the first evening and about three days later, I read it from back to front! I can appreciate the work that is involved in compiling the material for each issue. You are doing a good job. Now if you will allow me to blow off a little steam about myself and the photo of the 24 hp Minneapolis . . .

That is me with my long forehead standing by the engine. Being only 42 years old, I can't offer much experience as far as threshing is concerned, but I did get in some at the last of the 1930's. I ran a 24 hp Minneapolis quite a bit. The last that I pulled a throttle on a traction engine was 1939. I have been around steam power all of my life and I was chief engineer for a 10,000 K.W. steam turbine electric plant for eight years.

Last Labor Day week-end, the Pulton Congregational Church held their 3rd Rock River Thresheree at Edgerton, Wisconsin for three days. So, on Saturday afternoon, I drove up to Edgerton to see what went on. As I drove the car into the parking area, someone pulled a whistle cord and my enthusiasm began to rise as I could hear an engine working in a belt. When I got to the area where the engines were, about the first engine that took my eye was the 24 hp Minneapolis!

I wasn't around too long on Saturday, but I was back on Sunday by 8 a.m. and got acquainted with the owner of the Minneapolis engine -Mr. Walter Kienow of Randolph, Wis. He purchased this engine in the fall of 1959 and he did a wonderful job of restoring the engine. It ran fine. He had it all painted and trimmed up like a new one. He was very generous and let me run the engine quite a bit.

The first thing we did in the morning after steam was up, was to hook to a Red River Special Separator and spotted it alongside a stack of grain. As I was as 'rusty as a hinge on an old gate', that proved to be a chore and a sore arm resulted from cranking. Later in the day we belted up to the fan to work the engine.