Threshing Days in the Hubberston Area


| July/August 1998



10845 East Adams Road, Beaverton, Michigan 48612

George, the oldest of the boys, was running steam engines in the late 1890s. One of the first men he worked for was Edgar Bennit. The engine was a 12 HP Advance used to run a Deering corn shredder. They were set and ready to shred corn on Thanksgiving Day. There was about four inches of new, wet snow that morning. In those days there were few, or no guards to keep hands out of where they should not be. A number of boys and young men were gathered around the back of the shredder by the husking rolls, picking corn stalks and leaves off the husking rolls. George made a number of trips that morning, from the engine to the back of the shredder, to warn them to keep their hands away from the husking rolls. He would take a stalk of corn and stick it into the rolls so they could see it zip through, then he told them, 'Your hand and arm could go through just like that corn stalk.' But, boys will be boys. When George got back to the engines, they were back to the husking rolls.

The women in the house were fixing a Thanksgiving meal for the men at noon. When it was about time to shut down for their noon meal, suddenly there was screaming and yelling from the shredder to shut down, George knew someone was caught in the husking rolls. Going to the back of the shredder he expected to see the worst, but the wet snow had saved the fellow. Only his thumb and first finger were pulled into the rolls in his wet leather mitten. They had a very hard time getting him out as the husking roller had cut through the mitten and into his thumb and finger. A horse and buggy was waiting to take him to the doctor.

This ruined their Thanksgiving dinner as well as the rest of the day.

About sixty years later, George was in Duggan's Restaurant in Harrison, when two couples came in to order a meal. One man had a stub thumb and finger on one hand. George asked him if he lost them in a corn shredder, and he said yes. He was the man who was caught in the shredder that Thanksgiving Day!

One day, George was firing and running a Groton steam engine while stack threshing. In the afternoon, he heard a ticking sound from the engine that kept getting louder. After watching and listening to the moving parts of the engine for a while, he discovered the wrist pin was coming loose in the crank disk. George told the owner of the engine that it should be shut down immediately for repairs. The owner said, 'No, it will take less than two hours to finish this job, then we will fix it.'