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COUNTRY ECHOES


| November/December 1973



MR. Vilwock

Here's a picture of the ''engine and I''. MR. Vilwock is on the left, Mr. Sanger, center and I don't know the other man. Courtesy of Mae Baber, R.R. 2, Brandon, Wilconsin 53919.

Mae Baber

BRANDON WISCONSIN RR-2, ZIP-53919

The sky is embroidered with feathery pillowed clouds against a blue as soft and restful as any sky blue I can remember. Deep pink phlox are in blossom to my left. A white pine in needled wings reaches toward me from the rear. Golden Glow, in full blossom brightens up a gated corner nearby. And tiger lilies add their tawny speckled beauty to a pleasant summer day.

You may well be asking, about now, why I am recalling summer in the November-December issue of our good old IRON MEN ALBUM. I shall just defend myself by saying that what I am writing may help to fortify you for the cold days ahead. Now -- back to my August day.

Mrs. Sanger came out to greet us when we arrived at the Loppnow farm near Lark, Wisconsin. And let me warn you, you will have to have an unusual map of our fair state to find Lark. It is one of those wide places in the road which was given a name. But what a delightful one, Lark. It is in the Green Bay area.

Mrs. Sanger immediately gave the impression of being a most capable and friendly country woman. She chatted for several minutes, then left for her neighboring home to prepare for the next day. She would then be feeding the threshers. But lets return to the 'now' of that August day.

Flowers and trees are behind me and beside me. Before me -- well that's quite another matter. A case 15-45, built in 1910 is purring along steamily, and a Mc Cormick threshing machine is threshing the wheat from the chaff. All of a sudden I see my dear Mr. B. is pitching weathered golden bundles into the vibrating separator. Surely our cup of memory is full and running over today.