401 Burwash Apt. 313,Savoy, Illinois 61874
I believe straw piles have been mentioned in the magazine before, but here is an amusing one.
During World War I there were men circulating in the community and they were called 'G Men'. They checked on food rationing, sold Victory Bonds and since there was an area west of us a few miles where quite a few German people had settled, they seemed to keep an eye on those people. I never recall of any bad incidents, however.
The G man who had an encounter with my dad checked one of his freshly thrashed wheat straw stacks. He seemed to think there was sufficient grain in it to require thrashing over. This required getting a group of men together, to move the thrasher in and proceed with the orders.
You can imagine the job, pulling the thrasher up to the pile of straw and moving it all of the distance to the thrasher feed, even though they reset the machine a time or two.
The amusing part of the whole story is that they re-thrashed the entire stack and got about two inches of wheat in the bottom of one grain wagon. That is what I said, two inches of grain in the entire wagon!
I thought this was interesting, and you may have had someone with the same experience. But I never heard of it happening.
We lived at Hope, Illinois, which had a post office many years ago. Hope is halfway between Danville and Champaign, Illinois, then five miles north on State Route 49.1 read these stories and someone says it happened in such and such a county which is hard to figure out by someone in some other state.