Then Came Along The Engine Built For Two


| November/December 1972

  • Engine ''built for two'''
    Roy Boling and son. Randy, on the engine ''built for two''. Courtesy of Roy Boling, Route 1, Box 280, Hazelwood, Missouri 63042.
    Roy Boling
  • Reeves
    A beautiful Reeves taken at the Threshing at Rollag, Minnesota. Courtesy of Arnold Pierson, 416-3rd Street S. W., Little Falls, Minnesota 56345.
    Arnold Pierson
  • Engine
    In what is now the cherished land of my youth. Fifty years ago as the writer stood on the operator's platform of this engine, a teenage girl's finger pressed open a shutter that resulted in the original negative, from which this print was recently made. L
    Roy Boling
  • A. J. Smith Farm
    A scene at the A. J. Smith Farm in Little Falls, Minnesota. Courtesy of Arnold Pierson, 416-3rd Street S. W., Little Falls, Minnesota 56345.
    Arnold Pierson
  • 20 HP Reeves engine, 32-50 New Idea Rumely Separator'
    A picture of myself, Frank Stark, and the late Gustave Block. Threshing machine is a 20 HP Reeves engine and 32-50 New Idea Rumely Separator, taken in 1935. Courtesy of Frank Stark, Billings, Missouri 65610.
    Frank Stark
  • Western Maryland Shay and Jersey Central Camel Back
    Western Maryland Shay and Jersey Central Camel Back at B & O Museum at Baltimore, Maryland. Courtesy of Roy R. Hartman, 32 Maryland Ave. S. E., Washington, D. C. 20028.
    Roy R. Hartman

  • Engine ''built for two'''
  • Reeves
  • Engine
  • A. J. Smith Farm
  • 20 HP Reeves engine, 32-50 New Idea Rumely Separator'
  • Western Maryland Shay and Jersey Central Camel Back

Route 1, Box 280, Hazelwood, Missouri 63042.

From before my time and into the 1930's traction engines were a familiar sight and were extensively used in a section of Missouri known as Saline County.

With improved design of the internal combustion engine and changing methods of harvesting small grain by the late thirties they had all but disappeared from the scene.

It had been more than thirty years since smoke from a traction engine's stack or the sound of their exhaust had penetrated the air in that leisurely rural central section of Missouri, until along came the engine built for two.



For those that may care to read along as I write I would love to relate the pleasures that were mine last August the 21st as my son and I drove through what had been the land of my youth, riding on the engine built for two.

In that same locality, sixty five years earlier, my life had its beginning. In the same region, all of sixty years ago, the traction engine had found an exceptional fondness within me.