This Is Just A Little Reminiscence From The 1940s


| March/April 1992



64 Gourok Ave Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada B2X 2W8

'Hae ye ever driv afore?' Or to translate from the farmyard Scottish dialect, 'Have you ever driven a car at some earlier time?'

I of course answered, 'Och aye A've driv offen in the boss's oul' Morris.' Or, in modern English, 'I have been allowed to drive my employer's Morris car.'

The questioner was the owner and operator of the local threshing mill and he was inviting me to drive his car to the next farm where we would be setting up to thresh several stacks of oats. I got into his old Vauxhall car, and after two or three attempts, managed to get it on the road to the farm we were going to work.

My total driving experience at that time was sitting on top of a double decker bus and putting my foot on an imaginary clutch and moving the equally imaginary gearlever into the first gear position, and then with considerable adroitness managing to take off with the appropriate movements of feet and hands, all the time trying to think of what the real driver was doing in the seat directly below me.

That same day, because of my new job with the threshing mill and my new employer's poor eyesight, I was destined to put the traction engine in the correct position to be able to get the belt on the drive pulley. To my great astonishment, I was able to do this on the very first try. From then on, for a whole winter, it became my job to set the mill and baler up, and also on occasion to drive the complete outfit from one farm to another.