Wendel L. Johnson writes . . . . . . .


| May/June 1963



Centuria, Wisconsin

Well, winter was a little late getting way up North this year, but like always, we got it. Good thing we humans don't have anything to do with that, even if there is some talk about giving it a try. I bundled up the younguns and No. 1 contender for head of the house, and went down to St. Croix Falls to the movie the other night. We saw a short on how they had it all figured out how they were going to control the weather in the future. Seemed like they were going to create a new storm somewhere to subside an old storm somewhere else. Well I've heard about two heads being better than one !

Harris Johnson, my pa, stopped in the other day. He said he'd been overhauling the governor from my 65 Case. It was giving us a little trouble last fall. I stopped out there today and he had it all back together and in tiptop shape. He said something about a fellow being there looking over our saw-mill and the 16 H.P. Atlas engine and 15 H.P. return flue boiler. Well I guess pa put a price on it for him and he said something about if he could sell a pair of horses he'd take it. Since my dad had a heart attack, I guess we won't be using it anymore.

I've got dad's 45 H.P. Case here at my place, Centuria, Wis., and dad's got my 65 Case at his place, 4 miles south of Balsam Lake, Wis. In September, we walked the 45 H.P. Case to Centuria for their yearly Threshing Party. It's about a ten mile trip from pa's over here. We made it in 5 hours. When we came through Balsam Lake, the county seat for Polk County, about half the town was out to cheer us on our way. We stopped for a cup of coffee and by the time we were ready to pull out, I'm sure all the kids in town were there. It was about two miles out of town before the last of them turned their bikes around and went back home. Some of the old timers said it had been at least 30 years since the last engine went thru town. Well about 60 gals, of water and a good size pile of slabs later, we pulled into Centuria. When I turned her into the alley in back of my home, she wasn't even breathing hard. I gave a long pull on the whistle and my 12 yr. old son, who was with me on the trip, turned to me and said, 'I think she'd make it all the way back, too, dad.'

Well, my neighbor, Arvid Stark, was at the program with his 50 H.P. Case. He had it buckled up to his 28' separator to give the crowd their money's worth. Henry Sawyer, from St. Croix Falls, was there giving Arvid a breather once in a while. Henry's a real grand guy to have around. One of my injectors was giving me a little trouble, so he came over and helped me to take a little piece of scale out of the check valve.

I came through Mondavi the last part of November so I stopped at George Loomers and Lloyd Loomers, but neither were home.