Barley Threshing

| January/February 1969

  • Pumping outfit
    Courtesy of G. Ross Bond, York, Pennsylvania 17100
    G. Ross Bond
  • Fairbanks Morse type
    Courtesy of Frank Riese, Monticello, Wisconsin 53570
    Frank Riese

  • Pumping outfit
  • Fairbanks Morse type

1011 Leicester Road, Calledonia, New York 14423

As I've read past issue of your magazine about old threshers telling about the wonderful old days of big tractors and threshing rigs, I don't believe I have read much, if anything about threshing bearded barley. They probably don't want remember this.

I can remember very well when I was a boy of grade school age, watching them thresh beans at the neighbors. It was in the winter and the thresher pulled in with a Hart Parr and threshing machine (I forget the make) and he had a tow bar made so he could pull his model A pickup behind the machine.

They set the thresher between the mows in the barn with the stacker out the back doors as the farmer used the pods to feed his sheep and the belt run out the doors on the opposite side of the barn.

Now because it was cold weather, they had the doors shut as close to the belt and was impossible to move even with two tractors, so we blocked up the machine and threshed right in the creek.

It seems like it would rain a little every day and after every rain we would have to walk around the field and turn every shock of barley. We would thresh a little and it would rain a little and I thought we would never get done. I nearly itched to death. So, if you ever see me itch a little, it's not because I'm dirty or have bugs, it's because I'm an old barley thresher.