DISCONNECTED MEMOIRS


| September/October 1966



Rumely Oil Pull

Courtesy of Mr. W. C. Wally Getman, Rt. 2, Box 622, Washougal, Wash.

W.C.Wally Getman

1102 West River Road, Hal lie Creek, Michigan 49017

You asked for more material to print in your fine magazines. Here is a bunch of more or less disconnected memoirs as I remember them which happened down through the years from about 1912 to 1944. I never have owned a threshing rig nor operated one, but have done about all sorts of work around them, both Steam and Gas (or Kerosene) while they were in the neighborhood; I was a farmer for more than 3D years near Union City. Started tending bagger when about ten years old. I like your two magazines a lot and wish to see them continue to be successful. I want to do my part, thus this and the previous articles that I've sent in.

One of the upper crust citizens of my home town was on Ins way to (he county seat in his brand new Buick and chanced to overtake a steam threshing rig, just as he got even with the separator the hunting pole, (a six-teen foot pole about six inches in diameter, used to move separator into barns and older tight places) loll oil the separator across the hood of the Buick, mashing it down Hat on the engine. Accidents will happen you know.

A thresherman was moving his rig lei another job. He had a Nichols and Shepard 25-50 2 cylinder kerosene burner and the fuel line broke and it took lire and was starling to go up in smoke, when who should just happen lo come along but a lire-extinguisher salesman who immediately gave a free demonstration, where upon the thresher man bought lour of his lire extinguishers.

At a neighbor's place a horse's tail was caught under the main drive bell, jerked out by the roots, way up into the horses back, the horse went down, paralyzed, bleeding lo death, blood squirting in every direction, and of course had to be shot. Its mate was terrified and broke the tongue out of the wagon.

My dad brought home a load of coal, unloaded it back in the field next lo where he wanted the threshing done, about a week ahead of time. When the machine came the coal was all gone, stolen; and there were no fresh tracks of wagon etc.. someone must have carried it all nearly half a mile to the road and certainly must have earned every bit of it. Beats all, the length some people will go to break the law and ten commandments. A neighbor told of theft of stove wood in neighborhood where he used to live. Some holes were bored in the remaining wood, filled with gun-powder and then plugged. About a week later, half a mile away, while the folks were eating breakfast, their cook-stove exploded, the kitchen windows were broken out, the stove lids went right up into the ceiling, and of course the man found out where his wood had been going.