THRESHING SIXTY YEARS AGO


| March/April 1954



Nottingham, Penna.

Although only a boy of six years, I well remember threshing in the early nineties. My work at that time was pushing the chaff from the machine to a hole in the barn floor so it could fall into the barnyard.

The machine that did a large amount of work in this neighborhood was a small Chalfant thresher and two horse tread power. The first one I remember was run by Jake Morris, a red wiskered man with tobacco juice running out each side of his mouth. Jake's horses were very poor and he had to set his power steep to get power enough to work with. I have seen one of his horses lay down and come onto the floor; another one would come back onto the cross bar, sit on it and refuse to walk, stopping the machine, of course. As I said, his horses were very poor but by the end of the season they would become fattened on the farmer's corn.

With that rig, 150 bushels was a good days work. At four cents per bushel, six dollars for a day's work for two men, two horses, sometimes three, and the machines besides.

One time Jake was threshing for us, we had three colored men working for us. At dinner time the man helping Jake said, 'Do those black men eat at the table with the rest of us?' Jake said, 'Come on and eat.' He came without more talk. After dinner as the men were walking to the barn, the man who was going to refuse to eat with colored men, said, 'Has anyone here some chewing tobacco?' One of the colored men reached in his dirty, sweaty hip pocket and handed out a plug. The man who didn't care to eat with them took a generous chew. That was one incident I will never forget. (All tobacco at that time was in plug)

That machine did not have a straw carrier the straw was dropped about four feet behind the chaff that I had to remove. Sometimes I would get a little lazy and the straw man would have to help.