Interpreted (since he can't talk yet) by his Poppy Gus Simms 25 North Front Street Mountaintop, Pennsylvania 18707
I wave bye-bye to my mommy and daddy as I take my place, in my baby seat, between Poppy (Gus) and Grammy (Pat) in the front of our pick up truck. I get a feeling of excitement as I look forward to my first show this season.
I visited several shows last season, but admit I don't remember much, except flywheels and a lot of popping and banging noises. I was only eight months old. 1 really like flywheels a lot. The bigger the better.
I really got interested in engines this winter, when I would visit Pop's workshop while he worked on his generators. So many tools, so many engines, so much to push, pull, twist and turn. So much grease! What fun!
After what seems an eternity, we arrive at the show. I can hardly contain myself, but thoughtfully help with the tasks of setting the tent over the trailer and getting the camp set up. After the chores we relax over a little breakfast.
Now comes the part I've waited for for so long. Pop helps me unload my engine, my 'first' engine. It's a Montgomery Ward 'Hummer' (so I'm told). Pop bought it for me this spring. I was a little afraid of it at first, but now I like the steady putt-putt noise it makes. I confidently get the gas can and top off the fuel tank. Then make a few adjustments with my screwdriver. Now let's see if it will start. I try the kick pedal, but I'm still not heavy enough to turn the engine. How embarrassing! Pop comes to my rescue and with a few kicks, has it putt-putting nicely. I grin, and happily listen to it as a few people stop to look and listen. I'm so proud! I decide to shut it down and try to start it again. After placing my screwdriver in my Pop's hand, I guide his hand to short out the spark plug. I've tried this by myself, but Pop stops me and says I'll get shocked. I try the kick pedal again and this time with the help of Pop's hand, it starts on the first kick. Now I'm really proud, as I point my engine out to passers-by. Well, all this kicking and putting makes me feel tired, so I tug Grammy's pant leg to tell her I need my bottle and a short nap.
No problem sleeping with all these wonderful engine sounds and smells to lull me. I wake up refreshed and ready for action. We take a long walk through the engines, tractors and flea market. I wind up with a green toy tractor and an ice cream. Pretty neat!
Returning to the camp, we all play around for a while. I decide, since they are cool and not running, to check out the generators on Pop's trailer as I often do. Push the flywheel on the Fairbanks back and forth a few times, 'compression's good on this one, Pop.' Now let's try the Stover diesel. Even with Pop's help I have trouble to even budge this one, but it's fun to try. Gauges, levers and switches all pass inspection, so I get down and ride my quad over to visit the neighbor kids. I'm having so much fun.
The day flies by so quickly. We eat dinner and sit down to chew the fat for a while (my Pop is really good at this). Then we go to listen to the band for a while. By now I'm tired again and need another bottle and maybe a long nap this time. It seems Gram and Pop must need a nap, too, as they climb into the bunk. I snuggle in between them and happily recall the day's activities. I can hardly keep my eyes open well, why fight it, tomorrow will be even more exciting than today!