Rt 1, Box 39, Glenwood City, Wisconsin 54013
This is to tell you of some of the things I remember about threshing days around here when I was a kid 6 years old and here come the rig and as it got right at the front steps of our house, I was standing between two of my big folks. The engine was puffing off steam so I ducked back behind the door - guess I got a-scared of it! So that was the start of some grand times around the threshing rig. Every chance I had, why I'd get over to where the rig was threshing.
Some one would go get a big pan of apples to take over to the men. As it was dark then I could see the sparks puff out of smoke stacks. We had two long tables in our shed. They used long boards to lay across the few chairs we had. There were about 12 men at our job. We got up three big stacks of wood for the engine. We always stacked our grain here.
I loved to hear that first whistle in the morning as it was still dark. One day my cousin was coming over and we were going over to the rig on another farm. Well, my Dad grabbed me and chained me to the wind mill tower the rest of the day.
I was along with the rig a few times as a spike pitcher in the fall. They had a big bunk for the crew, room for 15 men. I was over to Dresser Jc. Wisconsin. They threshed 6 acres of rye that Saturday afternoon. Then the year before they had the Wisconsin lumber jacks playing there for music. Then a lady started playing piano and a concertina played along. Now that was the best music I ever did hear. Then I got over to Beldenville too for Saturday and Sunday. Had a dandy time there. My pal and I made us a pancake breakfast Sunday morning. They had a nice cabin there made of poles. They had everything in there.
I remember the day of the big sad blow-up on October 10, 1906. The steam rig of owners were Charlie Brock and Tucker and they were threshing a mile north of Emerald, Wisconsin. The rig was stopped at the lime as the two men were down under the front engine fixing a belt and two young men were standing right in front of engine. It was a cold north wind day and 'Then Boom' - the blast was heard five miles away at Glenwood City.
The two men in front of engine were killed and three other men had steam on their faces. One man of crew still had big blue spots on his face as long as he lived.
That was the end of that machine.
The ALBUM brings back the grand memories of far and wide. So give us lots more steam threshing photos, I like 'em.
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